Chapter 70: The Voice That Owned Me

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: The Voice That Owned Me "Baby," he said in a husky voice, "you’re riding on me tonight. That’s how I can have all of you at once." I nodded, my chest heaving, and slowly lifted my leg to straddle him. His hands rested on my waist, steady and sure, while he reached for the lube. He poured it into his palm, rubbing it along his cock until it gleamed, slick and ready. Then he positioned me, guiding the head of his cock against me. I felt the thick tip press, and my breath caught. "Easy," he whispered, holding me steady as he pushed upward slightly. I lowered myself slowly, and the first inch slipped inside me, stretching, filling, making me moan against his shoulder. Huh... Evric. Another inch sank in, deeper this time, and I gasped, clutching at his back. "That’s it," he groaned, voice rough with restraint. "Take me, inch by inch. All of me." I trembled as I sank further, every slow movement pulling me down onto him, until he was buried inside me, completely. My body shuddered with the feeling of him stretching me wide, holding me close. When I finally sat fully on his cock, I could feel him entirely within me. He kissed me hard, his tongue hungry, his voice breaking into a moan. "Now," he whispered against my lips, "I’ve got all of you at once. Every part of you, baby... ride me, give yourself to me." I began to move, slowly and deliberately, riding him just like he wanted, every rise and fall making us both lose breath as he groaned beneath me. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away, then he called me "baby." I answered, "yes." He held my face to look at him while I rode him. Evric always did this, making eye contact with me anytime we were having sex. Why? Like now, as I was riding him, he held my face to look at me. Slowly, he said, "Baby," and I answered, yes. "Do you love me?" We were looking into each other’s eyes, but I couldn’t say yes or no. I really wanted to tell him I loved him, just not yet. So I didn’t answer; I only looked away from him. Then he asked again, "Zayn, do you love me?" I continued moving on him, letting my body respond while my words failed me. "You’re starving me with your love, Zayn," he groaned, frustration laced with desire. "Do you know how heavy that is? How much it hurts me that you can’t say it back yet?" A shiver ran through me at the raw edge in his voice. Then he added, almost dangerously, "Since you can’t answer... I’ll punish you. I’ll make you feel how deep this is... how much it’s hurting me." Before I could speak, he changed position, lifting me slightly, and said with authority, "Hold the table." I bent forward, gripping the edge of the table tightly. The cool wood pressed against my chest as he aligned himself behind me. When he pressed into me again, it was harder, more insistent, every inch sinking inside me with a controlled, punishing rhythm. Then he said, "Zayn, it’s been a while since I played with your mind, and it’s been a while since you ran after me. I know you won’t run after me for love, but I know you will come for sex. Let me play with your mind and take you back to when we first met... I love sex, but I can restrain myself. I’ll make you beg for sex, and I won’t answer you. This is the last time I will touch you or have sex with you until you tell me you love me. I won’t touch you, even if it takes years, I won’t touch you. I might have a high sex drive, but I can also restrain myself from something I do not want to take." His thrusts grew heavier as his words sank into me. My grip on the table tightened, my breath shaking. "So listen to my voice," he murmured against my ear, his tone low, commanding, "let me ease your mind, Zayn." "Stop, Evric," I said, my voice breaking. "Please stop." He only laughed, deep and rough, moving inside me with even more control. "I can’t stop now... listen. Listen to me..." He commanded softly, almost cruelly. "I need you to feel it. I need you to know exactly what you do to me." Each thrust was heavy, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. Smack. Smack. Smack. His cock drove into me, wet and hard, and I could hear my own broken moans spilling out, mixing with his groans. "Ahhh... hear that, baby?" Evric whispered against my ear, his voice low, intoxicating. "That’s your body crying for me. That’s how deep I’m inside you. Every sound... every slap... it’s me owning you." I tried to shake my head, my voice trembling, "Stop, Evric... please... ahhh..." He gripped my hair, pulling my head back, forcing my ear close to his lips. "No, Zayn... you’ll listen. Let my voice sink into you. Let it control you. You’re not moving your body anymore, I am. You’re mine, every inch of you, every sound, every breath." His rhythm grew faster, harder, the table creaking beneath us. My body shook with every punishing thrust, my voice breaking with each moan. "Fff... ahhh—ahhh... Evric—" "Say my name louder," he growled, slamming into me. "Say it. Scream it while I ruin you." "E-Evric!" I cried out, my knuckles white against the table’s edge. "That’s it, baby," he groaned, his voice dripping with lust. "Beg me for it. Beg me to let you cum. You’re not allowed until you beg." My body clenched around him, the pressure unbearable, every thrust dragging me closer to release. "P-please... please, Evric... I can’t... ahhh..." "Yes, you can," he hissed, dragging it out, slowing just enough to torture me. "You’ll take it until your mind breaks. Listen to me, Zayn. My cock owns you. This sound..." smack, smack, smack "this rhythm is your heartbeat now. My voice is your mind." Tears burned at the corner of my eyes, pleasure overwhelming me. My voice was hoarse, desperate. "I... I’m begging you! Please let me... let me cum, Evric!" He chuckled darkly, his pace brutal, unrelenting. "That’s what I wanted. Beg for me. Beg like you can’t live without my cock." "I can’t!" I cried out, trembling as my body gave in. "I can’t live without it, please, please let me cum!" His grip tightened on my hips, his thrusts turning savage, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room. "Then cum, baby... cum... spill it out. Show me how much your body loves me, even if your mouth won’t say it." The words, the rhythm, the punishing force, everything shattered me. My body convulsed, release ripping through me as I screamed his name, my cum spilling as I shook against the table, moaning uncontrollably. Evric groaned loudly behind me, thrusting deeper, harder, before letting out a guttural cry as he released inside me, his hot breath against my neck, his voice still commanding, still in control. "You’re mine, Zayn... every sound, every drop, every breath. Remember that." I thought it was over. My body was drained, still trembling from how Evric used me against the table. I lay on the bed after, chest rising and falling, trying to catch my breath. My eyes were heavy, my body sore. It’s done, I told myself. He can’t reach me now. But then... I heard him. His voice. Low, dark, inside my head, curling around me like smoke. I fell asleep in my own exhaustion, but even in the silence, he was there, Evric. " Zayn." My eyes shot open. It wasn’t real, he wasn’t here. But his voice was inside me. Was it a dream. "Don’t close your eyes, baby. Don’t think you can sleep yet. I’m still inside you. My voice is inside you. You hear me?" My chest rose sharply, and I whispered to myself, "Stop... please..." But it didn’t stop. "Touch yourself, Zayn," his voice commanded, deep and slow. "Take your cock in your hand. Stroke it for me." My hand trembled, but it obeyed. Fingers wrapped around my length, already half-hard again from just hearing him. I squeezed and pulled slowly, a shiver running down my spine. Shhk... shhk... shhk... The sound of my own hand stroking filled the quiet room. "Faster," he ordered in my head. "Don’t stop until I say. You belong to me, even when I’m not touching you. My voice owns you. Stroke, baby. Stroke like I’m fucking you." "Ahhh..." I moaned softly, hips jerking up into my fist. "Evric..." "That’s it. Say my name. Louder. Let me hear how good my voice makes you feel." "Evric... Evric..." I gasped, stroking harder, the wet sound of skin against skin growing louder, slick with my own arousal. Shhk... shhk... shhk... His voice wrapped around me tighter, hotter. "Imagine me on top of you, baby. Imagine my hand on your cock, guiding every stroke. You’re not touching yourself, you’re stroking with me. My hand. My cock. My voice." "Ahhh—ahhh... I can’t—" I moaned, my body twisting in the sheets, sweat running down my temple. "You can," he growled in my head. "You’ll cum loudly for me. You’ll cum to my voice. Beg me for it, Zayn. Beg me to let you." Tears stung my eyes, my voice breaking. "Please... please, Evric, let me... I’m gonna cum, I’ll do anything, just let me cum... ahhh" The sound of my strokes grew frantic, desperate. Shhk-shhk-shhk-shhk! "Cum dirty, baby," his voice whispered, thick with lust. "Now. Let it go. Cum to my voice. My command." A raw cry ripped from my throat as my body convulsed, release spilling hot over my stomach, pulse after pulse tearing through me. My hand slowed but his voice didn’t fade. "Good boy..." he whispered, dark satisfaction dripping from every word. "Even in your sleep, even when you think you’re free, you’re still mine. My voice owns you, Zayn. Don’t ever forget it." I thought it was a dream. The sound of his voice, the way my hand moved without my control, the way I begged and came, it all felt like something that only happened in my sleep. My body was heavy, my chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. When I opened my eyes, Evric was not asleep. He was watching me, staring so deeply that it felt like he was looking straight into my soul. His gaze pinned me down harder than any chains ever could. I shifted, confused, my body sticky, my skin hot. When I looked down, I froze. I was bare. My chest, my stomach, my thighs... everywhere was smeared with the evidence of what I had done under his voice. No... was that... all real? My throat was dry as I whispered, "Evric..." He didn’t blink. His lips curved, slow and deliberate, and his voice slid into me like silk and fire at once. "Yes, baby," he said, his tone heavy, intoxicating. "This is just the beginning."