The Power Dynamic

The Bastard Dynamic Part 2

Danny

The words hung between us like a fallout. I watched his eyes shift to Dom, layered in feral lust and dangerous need. The realization that calling him Daddy while pushing him too far, that title being what doomed me hit me in the gut, becoming a wicked desire in my sex and naïve anticipation in my brain. I wanted the danger in his eyes. I knew I was safe even now. He always gave me a choice. He always would.

He took his hand off me. There was a tremble in his voice, barely there amid the rich deep dark of his Dom voice, "Do you have condoms and lube, Danny?"

I was already breathing hard. He was going to fuck my brains out. I could see it on his face. I nodded, unable to speak.

He took a deep breath, banishing some of his anger, knowing he couldn't wield it once we were in scene. "What is your safeword, Danny?"

Oh god. There it was. He was asking my permission to punish me then fuck me senseless. My insides coiled and my cheeks heated. I wanted both more than I could express, more than I was even aware of. I took a few steeling breaths, in my nose and out my mouth.

There was peace that came over me as soon as the word escaped my lips, "Hyperbole."

I visibly relaxed and he did too.

His fingers found my curls and yanked my head back. Pain prickled across my scalp. His tone joined the dirt under the building for as low as it sank, "We can't have that, can we baby? Where I'm an insufferable bastard and you are waiting to be fucked." He paused as though thinking, "I'm going to ask this now, Danny. Do you care which hole I fuck?"

A spasm of lust lit up my insides. I didn't think he meant my mouth. He had already fucked that hole twice. He was referring to my pussy and ass. I might've cared with someone else. I didn't with him. Not with the lights and safeword between us. "No, Daddy."

He let my hair go. "Get the condoms and lube baby." He was barking, terse and short.

I did so, pulling open the drawer in my nightstand. He pulled off his blazer and watch, setting them on my small desk in the corner. I watched him settle on my bed and sitting on the edge of the mattress. He loosened his gold tie while I placed the condoms and lube on the nightstand. His stone grey eyes found mine and he snapped his fingers at me. He pointed to the floor before him. I raised my eyebrow at him. He hadn't beaten the brat out of me yet.

He rose and put his hand in my hair again, "Such a brat, baby. It seems you like being punished."

Oh fuck, I did. He put me on my knees in front of him by force, spreading more sharp prickles across my scalp. He pushed my knees into the carpet. "Stay."

He sat back down on my mattress and undid his cufflinks. "Continue to be uncooperative, baby and you will make your punishment that much more unpleasant."

I bit my lip while keeping my head down.

Another barking order, "Stand and strip."

I knew he meant everything. I grew self-conscious all over again about my boxers. It was ridiculous. He had already put his hands down there. I took my time pulling my shirt both to spite him and work through my boxer anxiety. He seemed to sense this and let me go slow. He loosened his gold tie and rolled up his sleeves, all very methodically, as though the act was also mentally preparing himself for what was to come. I took one more breath before I pulled both my shorts and boxers down.

He pointed next to him on the bed, "Kneel here, facing me."

Confusion spread across my face. I obeyed, not really sure where this was going.