Eros
“Tell me who owns that sweet mouth, boy.” My dad's best friend growls through my headphones, his deep, baritone voice rough as sandpaper. I grip my pillow, a helpless moan tearing from my throat at the sheer weight of his words. His rumbling command echoes directly into my ear, relentless and dark. “Now touch yourself and come for your Commander.” That single order shatters me, sending me crashing over the edge. “Good boy,” he murmurs into the mic.
At nineteen, I always considered myself solidly straight. That is, until late-night curiosity leads me to an invite-only anonymous audio app…and straight to the profile of Commander. No photos, no name. Just an insanely deep, commanding voice, broad shoulders in shadow, and an effortless dominance that turns me on more than I dare admit.
What starts as a quiet listen turns into a dangerous addiction of midnight voice memos and coaxed audio confessions. Safe behind a screen, I crave his praise, completely ignoring the app's distance tracker showing he’s forty-eight kilometers away.
Until my father brings his old military team leader home to stay in our attic guest room.
Gideon Sterling is an imposing, ruggedly handsome forty-two-year-old with broad shoulders and a faint scar on his shoulder. That night, I open the app to find Commander's distance updated: less than 1 kilometer.
Before I can panic, a new audio file lights up my screen. I press play, and a low, gravelly rumble fills my headphones: You’re awfully quiet tonight, handsome.
As the floorboards creak directly overhead, the commanding voice whispering in my ears speaks from the ceiling above.
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