Page 15 of Nidev and Lyric

“I think… about doing very bad things.” His breath exhaled sharply at the confession. Fuck, he’d opened the door. It would never be shut again.

He waited in the silence, every second she struggled, a stranglehold moving up and down along his cock.

“Do you need… to talk about it?”

“No,” he whispered. “Icraveto talk about it. But… it’s things you should never hear.”

“They’re just words, Nidev. You’ll be okay.”

Nidev. It was the first time she called him that. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Call me Mr. Nidev. Or King Nidev.”

“O-okay,” she said quietly.

“And they are not just words. They have power.”

“But… only if you give them power,” she said. “You taught me that.”

“Youwillgive these words power,” he assured. “They will not be resisted. Or turned away. If I speak them, theywillaccomplish what I intend them to.”

More silence passed and he knew she was weighing things carefully. “Mr. Nidev,” she began, his cock getting slammed by a crippling desire. “You can speak your words to me. You are safe to do so.”

Fuck, she’d used her voice gifts on him. And they enflamed him beyond imagination. “It’s not me at risk, sweet Lyric. It’s you.”

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Nidev went straight to his room when he entered his apartment and stripped out of his clothes. He wouldn’t shower first, he needed to hear her voice while jacking off. Once under his covers, he drew his knees up and opened his legs, allowing the lust to flood in. Fuck yes. Finally. He pulled his phone out and dialed her number.

“You made it,” she answered.

“I did,” he said, his pulse racing at the sound of her voice as he gripped the base of his cock in a merciless chokehold. “What are you doing?”

“Was just laying in bed waiting for you.”

He moved his hand slowly along his shaft. “Why are you helping me?” He needed to hear her say it. Whatever the answer was.

“Because…” She took a breath and let it out. “I see you as one of my best friends, and I know that may sound stupid.”

“Why would that sound stupid?” he asked, his heartbeat in his balls as he opened wider.

“I don’t know,” she said, sounding like she smiled.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, closing his eyes as another wave of pleasure rolled through him as silence filled the line.

“Thank you,” she finally said, her voice soft and lilting. “So are you.”

Mmmm, fuck, her voice. She was using her gift, likely not even aware. “What do you think is beautiful about me?”

Her throaty laugh tingled over his skin. “Everything.”

He stroked over the head, spreading his precum all over the tight ridge. “Surely you have a favorite thing.”

“Definitely your eyes. And nose. And mouth, top three.”

“Do you want to know what I think is beautiful on you?”

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