The Power Dynamic

The Top Dynamic Part 2

Cyrus

I would be lying if I said I didn't get some confidence, some surety and some feeling of power by being a Dom. Like Bernard, I liked to be in control. I like knowing how and when things would happen. I liked being the one to dictate those things. Over the years, I had learned to accept some flexibility in my control of things. I had learned, the hard way, not to control people's lives outside of a dynamic. I had lost many partners and lovers by being controlling. Perhaps that's why I was so reliant on being a Dom. It gave me that control in a safe, healthy way.

I refined my voice into its tight rigor, feeling at ease in scene with Danny beside me. "Strip."

Danny set the flogger aside with a quick, "Yes, daddy."

He quickly pulled off his shirt tonight to reveal the creamy pink planes of his chest. Danny was a spritely college-aged man, his physique matching his lightning fast metabolism and love for consuming alcohol. He was curvy in a way that made me hot inside, full hips and thighs under a curved waist. The hormones had taken some of his curves but he still had plenty of thick parts for me to mark up. The scars on his chest framed each of his pectorals, right under his cute pink nipples. It was curious how he didn't get a skin graft for his scars or bottom surgery. Perhaps I would ask him out of scene.

He slid down his jeans, revealing his shapely legs covered in fine brown hair over a pair of plain blue boxers. There was always some uncertainty, some glimmer of doubt on his expression before he removed his boxers. Like he was scared of showing me his genitals, like they were something to be self-conscious about. His body was a marvel of smooth rosy skin, fine brown curls and soft sensitive bits. He was resilient yet pliant, able to take a beating from me yet willing to take any pleasure I would give him. The patch of brown curls over his tiny cock peaked out from between his legs as he slid off his boxers. I loved this part of him as much as those expressive lips and barbed tongue. The hormones had given his dick some size in its pink folds, the tip a cream color as it stiffened in patient anticipation. It was cute, the way his dick peaked for my touch over the rest of his hot little hole.

I told him so, "You are already so hard for me, baby. You are so hot when your body craves your daddy's touch."

His eyes sparked in deviance as his eyes slid down my body, trying to see under my clothes. "You've been hard all night, daddy."

He wasn't wrong. I've been nursing a stiffy most of the evening. Time to give my dick what it needed.

I strapped Danny to that bed with his wrists held in the cuffs as his hips rested on the wedge. His head rested on the pillow, allowing him to relax his arms beside the pillow rather than wrench back painfully. The sight of his pert little ass waving in the air made me feral in my need to mark that skin as mine with every instrument in that cabinet. The curved cream of his thighs begged for my marks just as much as his fine ass. I was shaking in my need to touch him, bared to me like this. His little pinched hole quivered in the cleft of his ass while his pink pussy lips swelled in his desire, his arousal glazing them with shining clear fluid. His cock was stiff and wanting under his muff. He was gorgeous like this right down to the arches of his feet.

I held the crop in my hands, slapping it against my palm as I asked, "Have you been a good boy, baby?"

He was still full of sass since I hadn't beaten it out of him yet. "Which answer will get you to beat me harder, Daddy?"

His words plucked at strings in me, the ones to my own arousal. "Do you remember what I said, Danny? That good boys get rewards."

"Does that mean bad boys get punished, Daddy?" He sassed back.

"Yes, Danny."

"Then I have been very bad, Daddy." He crooned.

"Oh?" I grazed the crop along the seam of his ass. He shuddered at the feel of the leather against his skin. "How bad, Danny?"