Page 46 of A Voice In Chains
It’s not okay. I gave my voice away to a monster, and now I want it back. But it’s not that easy.
“You refuse to talk. Fine. If you ever make a noise again, I will hurt them both, got it?”
I soon learned not to talk in that house because the people I loved would get hurt if I did. My uncle made sure of that. Sometimes, he beat them to see if he could make me break. And when I did, he hurt them even more.
But Zachary.
Zachary is good.
He’s my ocean.
“It’s okay,” he whispers again. He brushes his nose against mine and guides me back against the car door, the window at my back as he unbuttons my shirt. “You’re so perfect.” His lips descend on my chest, warm and wet. “So beautiful!”
I drop my head back, threading my fingers through his silky hair, trussing up the short strands. Zach swirls his tongue over my nipples with a soft hum before his fingers find my jeans button.
It flicks open, and he swiftly undoes the rest. Another car zips by, rocking the vehicle, while he works my jeans and briefs down far enough to free my length. It pops out, long and hard, against my abs.
Angry, blue veins paint a roadmap to the weeping head where a creamy pearl of cum has gathered. He grabs hold of my throbbing length and gives it a firm pump, his thumb swiping through the pre-cum. “It’s my turn to make you feel good, Ark. Just relax.”
Two more pumps.
I thrust into his big hand.Touch me just like that.
“Is this cock mine?” he asks. He slides his hand along my length from root to tip and back before squeezing the head in an inherently possessive way. “Tell me it’s mine, Ark.”
Nibbling my lip, I nod eagerly.My cock is yours.
It’s almost embarrassing how hard I’m panting. Even the windows have started fogging up. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s happening inside this vehicle.
If a police car drives past, they’ll pull over to investigate.
The thought sends a thrill to my balls.
He strokes me again. “You won’t let someone else touch it, will you?”
My head shakes, and he smiles, the sight alone arousing me almost more than his hand on my cock. He’s pleased, and I like that.
“Good,” he says. “I don’t share, Ark.”
I like that he calls me ‘Ark.’
His strokes pick up the pace, no longer slow and unhurried, as if his sole mission is to drive me insane.
Now, he touches me like he owns me.
“I wish I could flip you over and fuck you,” he says on an upwards stroke. “Claim you out here in the open.”
More pre-cum seeps onto his large hand. Zach leans in to nibble and lick my bottom lip. “The more I think about it, the more I think I would have liked it if the priest watched you suck me.”
My balls thump. Hard.
“You like the thought of it too,” he says, referring to how hard my cock is growing.
Another nod, followed by a long, deep groan.
“That’s it, baby. Look at me when I’m touching you.”
I couldn’t look away from his darkening eyes if I wanted to. Zach feasts on me with that hungry gaze, like I’m an injuredanimal in a bear trap. He never once looked at Amy that way—I know because I spent too many hours observing them.
