Chapter Nine Perfectly Broken #4
But Kenny just held him in this blistering pause, letting the hunger spread like wildfire under Aaron’s skin.
Aaron was unravelling inside it. How long could he wait like this?
How much more could he take? What did he have to do?
He’d beg. On his knees, arse in the air, with teeth bared if that’s what it took. He’d give Kenny everything.
“Breathe,” Kenny said as if reading Aaron’s thoughts. “Let it happen. Let me have this moment with you. The waiting. The ache. Let it stretch.”
Aaron let out a sound. Part sob, part growl. “Stretch?” He scoffed. “Yeah, I want you to fucking stretch me. Before I snap.”
Kenny chuckled. “Come here.”
He then guided Aaron with a control that didn’t ask, it claimed. He rolled him over, easing Aaron on top until he was straddling Kenny, bare thighs spread around Kenny’s hips, flushed cock pressed to his stomach, smearing slick heat across firm muscle.
Aaron moved before thought could catch him. Grinding down with a frantic rhythm, rutting against Kenny’s skin, biting his collarbone, chasing friction as if it might save him. But Kenny stopped him by clutching the nape of his neck, commanding and calm.
“No.” His voice cut through the haze, low and immovable. “Up.”
Aaron obeyed instantly, lifting onto his knees, chest rising and falling in wild stutters.
Kenny lay beneath him, sinking into the pillows like a king on his throne, half-lidded eyes gleaming with indulgent cruelty.
He skimmed his hands up Aaron’s trembling thighs, granting the illusion of control only to remind him who he belonged to.
Aaron reached for his cock, desperate to lead, to take even a scrap of relief. But Kenny clamped his hand around Aaron’s thigh. Firm. Final.
“Uh-uh.” He held Aaron’s gaze, steady and burning. “Not unless I say.”
Aaron froze, breath catching hard. His cock twitched violently, leaking against his belly.
The denial didn’t soothe. It scorched. Then Kenny slid his hand between Aaron’s legs and cupped him.
Full and warm, not teasing, not pressing, holding his heavy balls in his palm.
Possessive, yeah. But achingly tender. And a broken sound tore from Aaron’s throat, which turned into a whimper when Kenny traced a thumb behind his sac, circling lower, stroking that devastating, unspoken place with reverent care.
Aaron dropped his head back, throat bared, clawing at Kenny’s ribs and moaned, “Kenny…”
“So beautiful, baby.” Kenny wrapped a hand around Aaron’s cock. He didn’t stroke him, though. Oh no, he claimed him. Letting him feel it. “You’re doing so well. Let go of the fight. You don’t need it here.”
Aaron gasped. Quivered. Thighs trembling with tension drawn tight as wire. “I need—”
Kenny sat to press a soft kiss to Aaron’s shoulder. Lips warm. Certain. “I know. You’re full. You’re right there. And that ache? That’s surrender, baby. That’s you giving it all to me.”
“I hate you,” Aaron rasped, voice shaking around the lie.
Kenny smiled, pressing his mouth to the curve of Aaron’s neck.
“No, you don’t.” A breath. A pause. “What you hate is how much you need this. To be told. To be held down. To give in to authority—my authority. You love being mine. This needy. This open. And you can’t stand how much it wrecks you.
But guess what?” He licked a possessive line up Aaron’s throat.
“I fucking adore it. Adore you like this. Do you know why?”
“Because you’re a controlling bastard.”
Kenny chuckled low, hand rising to the back of Aaron’s head to guide him forward until their eyes locked.
“Because only I get to see you like this. Broken open and begging. For me. No one else. It’s fucking glorious.
” He tightened his grip on Aaron’s head, gaze blazing.
“And it turns me all the way on. You do. Every shiver. Every whimper. Every second you surrender to me makes me so hard I could lose my mind.”
“So stop torturing me and fuck me already.”
“And miss this? Miss you needing me?” Kenny let go, easing down onto the pillows again, his cock hard, lying thick between Aaron’s cheeks and he held Aaron down over it, making him feel its promise.
“Just as full, baby. That’s what this does to me.
What you do to me. Like this. I’m right there with you. ”
Aaron sank his nails into Kenny’s chest, but Kenny caught his wrists and held them gently in place.
“Stay still.”
Aaron obeyed, breath hitched, and he held Kenny’s gaze, every part of him begging without a word and Kenny rocked his hips enough to let Aaron feel him. What was coming. What he promised.
“Don’t move, baby. Don’t you dare. Feel me. Hard for you, full for you, aching to be inside you. But you don’t get to ride it yet. Not until I’ve had my fill of you like this.”
“Fuck… Kenny—”
“Be a good boy for me.”
Oh…fuck…
Aaron shattered.
All breath. Firelight. The weight of Kenny’s cock between his thighs and the smooth drag of fingers over his wrists, drawing him closer.
And closer. But not letting him go. That…
somehow, that…not coming… being held like this, edged until his name meant nothing, felt more intimate than anything else they’d ever done.
And fuck…
He was a fucking slave for it.