The Power Dynamic

The Top Dynamic Part 2

"Shit. I wish I had been more bad, daddy." He grunted as I slid that crop over the inside of his thigh.

"Tell me how bad you've been, Danny." I ordered as that fold of leather found his other thigh.

He was grasping at words, hips swaying under my teasing, "I spend so much money on liquor daddy. All the time. When you tell me I should save my money."

A trust fund baby like Danny had no concept of money, only because money was an unlimited resource to him. I moved that crop up to the flesh of his ass, still teasing. "You could go to the Bahamas with that money, Danny."

"Been there. Done that. Though I supposed I would go with my daddy. It would be fun to fuck on the beach."

I snorted. "Too much sand."

Danny chuckled.

"What about your own house? Your own play room." I suggested as I traced the curve of his cheeks with the crop.

"Giving me financial advice now, daddy?" He snarked back.

I put that crop over his tight pucker in response. He stiffened as a soft ngh escaped his lips. My tone still playful, to match his, "Fine then, Danny. How else have you been bad?"

He licked his lips. "I drink all the time, daddy."

"Will you stop drinking if your daddy tells you to?" I asked just to see what he would say. I wouldn't punish his response either way.

There was a long pause. "I don't drink around you, daddy."

No he didn't. I wouldn't Dom him if he did. Alcohol plus sex was a bad idea. Alcohol plus BDSM was an even worse idea.

I slowly grazed those puffy pussy lips with my crop, letting him feel my approval of an answer to my question. A small airy noise escaped his throat. I couldn't resist taking the squeezable flesh of his ass in my grip as I teased him. "Every time you consider drinking alone, I want you to text your daddy instead." I told him, finding some little compromise in my control over him. Social drinking was a normal college thing. It was very different from drinking alone all the time.

He paused again before reverting to sass. "So demanding, daddy. Is this a way to get me to give you more attention?"

I glanced the tip of the crop over his needy dick, eliciting a sharp moan from him. "I do enjoy your dirty texts, Danny."

"I could always send you dirty pictures instead."

Fuck. As if I needed anymore reasons to think of him all the time. My voice dipped as desire thickened my cock again, "Only if you're touching yourself thinking about your daddy."

His teeth indented his lower lip as he grunted out soft moans between his teeth. His hips were writhing now, ready to be beaten by the crop in my hand. I loved it when he got desperate.

"God, daddy please, hit me already. I can't wait anymore." His voice wasn't nearly whiny enough yet.

I circled that hard little dick with the crop in purposefully slow strokes. Just to drive him crazy just like he made me.

"Please daddy please."

Closer but still not desperate enough. I went back to trailing that leather over his pussy instead.

He arched and clenched his fists. He was so swollen, hard, wet and ready. He was red in his cheeks and trying to grind himself on that leather crop in my hand. It was hot, watching him wind up just from a little teasing.

"God, daddy. Please. You are such a cocktease, I swear to god." He froze as soon as the words left him.

At least he knew he fucked up this time. I removed the crop from his bits. I put on my best disciplinary tone, "Oh, is that so Danny?"