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.

I moved into Zayn's house with so much satisfaction in my heart. When he said he wanted to punish me, I thought it would be something small, something I could easily handle. But when he said one month without sex and one month of not going to my house, I felt a pang in my chest.


I could survive not touching him, but staying away from Zayn for an entire month? That sounded more like breaking up than punishment. I went home confused, and when I told Nuala, she only smiled and said, "If the rule is that he can't come to you, then you go to him. The rules didn't say you can't."


That was when it clicked. She was right. I packed my things immediately and moved into Zayn's house.


And now, lying here with him asleep in my arms, I know I made the right choice. Above everything, what I love most is simply having him close to me. His warmth, his breath, the sound of his heartbeat, it makes me feel safe. Complete. Whole.


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