The Impact Dynamic

The Impact Dynamic

Danny

When Cyrus invited me over to his condo, I knew our dynamic conversation was serious. Not that I had thought it wasn't serious, I just couldn't quite wrap my head around that I was in a kinky power dynamic with Cyrus. I had plenty of kinky friends and knew people who were into all sorts of different kink. I had fooled around a bit but had never done anything serious. Not like how Cyrus wanted our dynamic to be. I tangled with the thought that he imagined doing all of this kink stuff to me during English Lit. I finished some Reddit digging only to find some fundamental information about the stoplight system Cyrus mentioned. I expanded my hard limit list a bit with some more digging and noted to mention the list to Cyrus when we met.

Cyrus invited me over Saturday night after giving me the address to a high rise condo building downtown. It wasn't that far from the university with no traffic but the drive to my father's house in the mansion-filled suburbs would be intense. I wondered if he made that drive every day or worked in an office too. My father was wealthy enough to warrant a personal CPA. So were most of his friends. I wondered if Cyrus had multiple clients. With how much money the man seemed to have, it would make sense that he did. The security guard gave me a look as I passed into the lavish foyer. I was clearly a college student, even if I shopped at H&M. After some waffling with anxiety, I had decided on a striped shirt and cuffed jeans. Something I would normally wear to classes. I thought it better to be comfortable for what was to come. I was hoping to walk out of his condo sore in more ways than one.

I wasn't about to tell Cyrus that as he answered the door in casual clothes. Dear god. He was hot out of a suit. Dark circles framed his predatory blue eyes, his face unreadable in his usual mask. Instead of a blazer and slacks, he wore a lightweight heathered grey sweater and black joggers. Even his hair was casual with the greying strands loose on his head. I resisted shifting under his gaze, putting sass in my face.

He gave me a sharp smile, "Thank you for coming, Danny."

"As though I could resist another opportunity to trade barbs with you, Cyrus." I laid sass on thick, disguising my nerves with attitude.

"It's good to get it out of your system, Danny. That attitude of yours will get you in trouble later tonight." He commented with his eyes flashing in excitement.

I bit my lip, trying not to fall for the bait he laid out for me. "It sounds like some sexy older dude I know might be a tad eager." I spoke nonchalantly.

He opened the door for me to let me in so we didn't have another spar in a hallway. I stepped in as he said, "I do appreciate that you think I'm sexy."

"Don't let it go to your head. I must have a thing for old dudes with superiority complexes." I waved back at him as I soaked up the inside of his condo. It was sterile, modern and dripping in money. He clearly let his rich friends see his kitchen and front room. The kitchen was all burnished metal and granite countertops. His couch was modal and made from treated linen. The black and white photography on the walls were all cityscapes and nature scenes. The room told me almost nothing about him, which I believed was intentional.

Cyrus came up behind me in the living room as I pondered the lack of personality in the room. His voice sent shivers down my spine, "Already trying to rile me up, Danny?"

I spun on him while wearing a smug grin, "Maybe I just miss your cock in my mouth, Daddy."

His eyes started to smolder already, "You have to be a good boy if you want that."

I raised my eyebrow, "Or really bad."

The slightest of curves tugged his lips, "I have devised much more appropriate punishments for you tonight, baby."

The way he said baby gave me another shiver. The man was capable of making me ache with just a few words. It drove me crazy. At least I had the same effect on him. I stepped back to take a deep breath. I put my arms across my chest. Business first. "I have some additions to the hard limits list."

The jest left his face with a snap, "Of course."

"Sounding and gaping." I stated matter-of-fact.

He nodded before adding, "About tonight, how do you feel about impact play?"

I couldn't help myself. I really couldn't, "Want to live out your fantasies where you put me over your knee and spank me?"

His eyes flashed, giving me his real answer even though he gave me the PC answer from his mouth. "I think a flogger would be a little more appropriate as an introduction to impact play."

"Want to spank me hard when you finally get to do it?" I pushed.

His fingers twitched at his side. He was losing his battle with his control. I was in his condo, in his living room. A few words and I would be at his mercy. He knew it. That fact clawed at his composure. That fact emboldened me. I wasn't at his mercy yet.

He kept his control, clearly needing to say a few more things before he demanded my submission. "Are you familiar with the stoplight system?"

I explained what I knew, "In theory. Red means stop this... particular thing you are doing. But like not ending the scene. Yellow means softer or slower or both. Green means this is good, keep going."

"I cannot stress the importance of you telling me how you feel during the scene. I need you to tell me. You don't have to use the colors but it would be good practice. Simple words are easier in sub space or other elevated pain mental state. You cannot be afraid of using a red light, of using your safe word. I would never punish you for telling me your physical or mental state. I would never think less of you or stop seeing you for doing so." His tone was factual, his expression soft with compassion.

It caught me off guard. This was serious to him. I could tell. No sass in my voice, "Okay, Cyrus. I will tell you how I'm feeling." Relief seemed to wash over his face at the lack of attitude I gave him in that. Trying to regain some levity between us, "Are you going to show me the playroom now?"

The shine came back to his eyes.

He led me into a room adjacent to the opulent bathroom. The hallway had two other doors, likely his bedroom and office or maybe a guest room. He opened the door to reveal another plain room, this one hardwood floored like the kitchen. As I soaked in the space, I realized there was nothing plain about this room. Cabinets filled the space, topped by flat top benches. Armoires filled the furthest wall. There was a large table in one corner, with a bunch of rings and straps underneath. On the other side, was a standing wood structure in an X shape. There were cuffs on the ends of the X. There was a throne-like chair next to the cross. Cyrus adjusted the overhead lights, dimming them to a warmer tone.

Cyrus turned on me, looking like he belonged in this room, like he was every bit the dominant he was. His eyes lost their light, smoldering with predatory desire. He looked like he wanted to hurt me. My insides heated and clenched.

He put his hands on his hip, "I would like to flog you tonight with suede and leather. You will earn your orgasm by being a well-behaved pet."

"Just like you will earn yours if I'm bad." I mouthed off to him.

"That desperate for your master's cock in your throat again, Danny?" His face didn't change as he threatened me.

Fuck. Please.

"You must really enjoy being edged, baby. Maybe even deprived."

We hadn't even started and we were already pushing each other again.

"Is it really deprivation if I get to jerk off at home with the taste of daddy's cum in my mouth?" I was being a brat now and I knew it.

His eyes flashed to something mean. "Now that you're mine baby, I'm going to make you beg for daddy's cum. I'm going to make you beg daddy to jerk off."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk. He was so damn hot with his eyes bearing down on me and his voice edged with authority. I had to suppress a shudder, resist squeezing my legs together. Resist begging already. I gave it right back to him, every word dripping in daring, "Then. Make. Me. Beg."

I watched his skin break out in bumps. His voice was low and fragmented, "What is your safeword, Danny?"

Oh god. Oh god. This was happening. I felt my eyes blow out and my breaths shorten. I wanted him to punish me. I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted him to make a mess of me. I wanted him to own me.

So I let him.

"Hyperbole."