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.

Soon, my driver arrived and loaded our luggage.


Zayn and I settled into the back of the car. The trip began, but the silence between us was heavy and suffocating.


Zayn stared resolutely out the window, his shoulder barely touching mine.


I tried to break the tension. "Babe, that new highway connects further north now. It should save us at least an hour..."


"Did you want to listen to music? I can put on your playlist."


Silence. He just stared out at the passing landscape, forcing me to swallow my guilt with every mile.


I reached out slowly and placed my hand on his thigh. He didn't pull away, but he didn't lean into the touch either. It was neutral, detached.


This is going to be a long drive, I thought, closing my eyes briefly in frustration.


I tried one last time, my voice low and serious. "Zayn, look at me, please."


He finally turned his head, his expression tired and guarded.


Chapter 324 - Chapter 324: The Long Drive of Cute Punishments