Chapter 181: Chapter 181: Between Control and Surrender
~Zayn’s POV~
Evric: I won’t be coming back tonight, baby. Goodnight.
I frowned at the message, staring at it for a few seconds before hitting the call button.
He picked up almost instantly.
"Hello, baby," Evric’s voice came through, soft but distant.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I don’t know," he replied flatly.
"You don’t know?" I repeated. "What do you mean you don’t know? You mean you’ve been kidnapped?"
"Yes," he said, sounding serious. "Something like that."
"What?" I gasped, my heart skipping. "Who kidnapped you?!"
"My arousal," he said without hesitation.
There was silence for a beat, then I burst out laughing. "Evric, what?!"
"Yes, baby," he continued, pretending to sound pitiful. "I’m horny. And since you won’t let me touch you, I’ve decided to sleep inside my car tonight."
"Oh my God—Evric," I said, half laughing, half exasperated. "I thought something happened to you for real. Don’t tell me you’re angry because of sex."
"Yes, I’m angry," he said bluntly. "You’ve turned me into a monk."
"Where did you park your car?" I asked, trying to sound serious again. "Is it safe?"
"It’s not safe," he muttered dramatically.
"Good," I said sweetly. "Then... goodnight, baby."
"Wait—what?!" he yelled. "You’re just going to leave me in danger when I told you it’s not safe?"
"Did I drive you there?" I replied, smirking even though he couldn’t see me. "You made your choice, so... sweet dreams, baby."
"Babe..." he tried to say, but I ended the call before he could finish.
I tossed my phone aside, still smiling. Serves him right for trying to blackmail me with his ’arousal.’
Shortly after, I heard the front door open. Without looking, I already knew it was Evric.
I chuckled quietly to myself. You should’ve just slept outside like you said you would.
A few seconds later, he came in, peeling off his clothes one by one until he was left only in his underwear. He slid under the duvet, his skin warm against the sheets.
"Baby..." he murmured.
I kept my eyes shut and my breathing even, pretending to be asleep.
"Baby..." he called again, and again. I didn’t answer. Finally, he let out a sharp breath, grabbed a pillow and a blanket, and went to the living room.
I smiled to myself. He’s angry now.
After a while, I got up and padded quietly to the living room. He was lying there on the couch, his arm over his eyes.
"Evric," I called softly.
"Yes?" His voice was low, frustrated.
"Why are you not sleeping inside?" I asked.
He lowered his arm and looked at me, eyes dark. "Zayn, I know we have different bodies. You can go a month without sex. I can’t—not when you’re right beside me, not when I can see you."
He sat up, elbows on his knees. "I understand you said a month’s punishment. I’ve done almost two weeks now, but my body can’t take it anymore. I need sex—real, good sex. I went to Dubai for seventeen days, and I only penetrated you once since I’m back. The second time wasn’t even sex, it was just frotting. And the second time I tried again, you started this punishment."
"You hurt me, Evric," I said quietly. "That’s why I gave you the punishment."
He looked up at me, jaw tense. "I know. And I’m sorry. But you know I have a high libido. My sex drive is f*ing high. Out of every punishment you could pick, you chose sex. Not three days, not a week—one whole month."
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "I thought maybe if I didn’t make a move, you’d be the one to ask first. But sometimes it feels like seeing me doesn’t turn you on, you only want it when you feel like it. But me... I’m different. Every time I see you, I want you. I just keep holding myself back."
I crossed my arms. "So you’re angry and raising your voice because of sex?"
"I dare not raise my voice at you," he said, shaking his head. "But I love sex. I should tell you the truth, I can’t do one month with you right next to me. Unless we’re apart, it’s impossible."
I stared at him for a moment, then said coldly, "Pack your bags and go back home." I turned to leave, but his voice softened behind me.
"Please, baby," he said, almost a whisper. "I’m really horny. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never hurt you again. Please."
I didn’t answer. I took another step, but then his next words froze me.
"If you don’t want me to touch you or have sex with you," he said quietly, "then watch me masturbate."
I spun around, eyes wide. "Evric—what is wrong with you?!"
He stood up, tall and tense, his face inches from mine. His hands came up to hold my face. "I can’t do one month," he said, voice cracking. "I need you now."
I looked him straight in the eyes and said quietly, ’And if I say no, then what?’"
He looked at me, and for a moment I thought he’d be stubborn, controlling, pushy—but instead, he dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Please, baby," he begged, looking up at me. "I need you so bad."
I ran my hand through my hair, torn between anger and the ache of seeing him like that.
"Please," he whispered again. "I’ve been holding it in, but tonight I can’t anymore. Please, baby."
I stayed silent for a long moment. His head was still pressed to my stomach, his arms locked around me.
Finally, I let out a slow breath. "...Okay."
Evric looked up at me, his eyes glassy. "Thank you, baby," he said softly. "I love you so much, Zayn. I really do." His voice broke as tears welled in the corners of his eyes.
"Enough," I murmured, reaching down to wipe his tears with my thumb. "I love you more, Evric."
Then, with one swift motion, he pulled down my trousers while kneeling before me. His voice was low, trembling with desire. "Baby... take off your shirt."
My fingers moved shakily as I unbuttoned my nightwear. The air between us grew heavy, charged with heat and longing. Before I could even catch my breath, his mouth met my cock and I gasped, my body arching in response.
"Damn you, Evric..." I breathed, the sound escaping before I could stop it. "Ahh..."
Then slowly, his mouth began to move on my cock, his hand holding my butt, his touch sending waves of heat through me. My fingers tangled in his hair as I tried to guide him, matching the rhythm that made my breath falter.
My hips moved instinctively, lost between control and surrender.
Then a slow moan escaped me. "Yes, baby... right there, Daddy."
Then he rolled his tongue on my cap... a low moan escaping my lips. "Fuck... Yes, just like that, baby. Don’t stop."
Yes, Daddy fuck me...