They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

He scooped me up in his arms. I instinctively expected him to carry me into the BDSM bed and chain me to the cross, but to my profound surprise, he carried me out of the inner room completely, across the main suite, and landed my back gently on the plush, untouched bed. He climbed on top of me.


"I will never hurt you, Nantam," he whispered, his eyes earnest and sincere. "And I will never use any of that on you." He glanced back toward the hidden doors. "I told you in the living room that I have a dark side, but I meant what I said: I'm willing to change for you."


"You are the first person who has gotten me aroused this much without me having to use those things first," he confessed, showing me his intensely hard cock. "Every time I see you, Nantam, I feel like this. I get so much need down here." He smiled tenderly. "So trust me… I will never hurt you. And everything in that room? I'll have it all gone. Just for you. Okay?"


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