The Impact Dynamic Pt. 02

"Strip."

The pretense was gone. His facade faded to leave only the dominant beneath. The man who took joy in this, derived pleasure in this and the man who lived for sadism. Though they shared a face, this Cyrus was nothing like the professional CPA. There was no tense composure and no false civility. His body relaxed with his shoulders dropping as he let go of the mask. His face was cruel authority and impassioned need, threading through his posture and his words.

I was stunned by this change in him. I didn't know this man before me.

"I won't repeat myself, pet."

My eyes met his. "I want to keep my boxers on."

His eyebrow twitched. "Ask for it properly. May I please keep my boxers on, sir?"

I squirmed, his harsh tone plucking at the chords of lust tied around my guts. Still a brat, "May I please keep my boxers on, daddy?"

I watched him take a deep breath. His voice was shaking, "Yes, pet."

I slowly shouldered off my jacket, leaving the crumpled coat on the floor. I hiked my shirt steadily over my head, revealing my scars and my chest. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. I peeled off my socks.

"Fold your clothes and set them on the bench there." He pointed to the bench above the cabinet. I rolled my eyes secretly as I knelt down to gather the pile of clothes on the floor. "Acknowledge my commands, pet."

"Yes, daddy." I set the clothes on the bench and set about folding them.

I felt him behind me. He took a fist of my hair and pain erupted on my scalp. He yanked my head back as my eyes watered. His other hand clutched my jaw. He spoke against my cheek, "Roll your eyes at me again, Danny, and you will not enjoy the punishment I give you."

Fuck, he saw me. I tested the waters, "Are you sure about that, Daddy?"

"I've had years to learn your habits. Just like I know you detest laundry, especially folding clothes."

"What is this a punishment for then, Daddy?"

"Acknowledge my commands. Use my title. I expect obedience." He released me. He let me finish folding before stating his next order, "Go to the left armoire and open it. There is a black suede flogger hanging on the door. Bring it to me."

"Yes, daddy." I did as he said, finding a whole collection of floggers, crops and whips in the armoire. There were even paddles and a cane. He just said flogging tonight but I wondered if he would use all of these on me. That cane looked particularly vicious being a solid heavy metal rod with a handle. I found the rather tame-looking soft flogger and took it to Cyrus.

"Touch the falls. Feel their weight. I'm going to hit you with them, baby." The suede was soft but heavy, the thin strips threading in my fingers. "This flogger is more like a thud against your skin rather than a sting. I hope you like it." There was a reverence to his voice I couldn't place. "Go over to the cross, baby."

Excitement skipped through my veins, along with nerves. I stepped to the wooden cross, murmuring my acknowledgment. He asked then, "Would you like me to flog your back, chest, ass or thighs?"

I didn't want to take off my boxers yet, still a little nervous about that. I always hated my chest until I got top surgery. Now I hated my scars, instead. "Chest."

"Ask properly, pet."

"Please flog my chest, daddy." My voice shrilled with anticipation.

Cyrus adjusted the height of the cuffs and placed my wrists in them to stretch out my arms and torso. He took the flogger from me. He ran his hand down my ribs, giving me bumps and making me shudder. He thumbed the neat scar under my pectoral, making me avert my gaze.

He cooed at me, "Remember what I said, Danny. Tell me how you are feeling." He took a few steps back and my heart raced at what came next. "I'll start soft and slow. Remember to breathe through it, baby. Try to relax."

I took a deep breath, hanging from that cross in that dim room.

The first strike of those falls across my chest took my breath and warmed my skin. I exhaled and the falls came again. I gasped against them while my flesh prickled under the new sensation. The weight thudded against my rib cage, thrumming through me as my skin grew hotter and hotter with each strike. The pain was dull, fading with my breaths. Only the heat of my skin remained. A fall would hit my nipple and my cock would pulse. Cyrus wielded that flogger with the fluidity and precision of a baseball pitcher, hitting fresh skin with each strike. The blows ran down my stomach to eliciting more ragged breaths from me.

When my whole chest was warm and beaten, Cyrus checked with me, "How are you feeling, baby?"

"Good. Good. Definitely green." I breathed out, reveling in the sensations on my skin.

He kept going, turning the warmth into a fire. He flogged every inch of my chest in harder strikes to turn me red. My skin was alight with sensation, awake with blood flow and hot with my racing heart. I was starting to moan through the blows. My thoughts thinned into a cycle of dull pain and fiery sensitivity. Each blow brought me further from rational thought and closer to just feeling. Feeling and breathing and being.

He didn't stop until I was sensitive and hazy. "Baby?"

"Still green. It feels good. A little like being drunk without all the nausea."

"You are doing so well, baby. Just like I knew you would. I'd like to take the leather flogger to you. It's a bit more stingy. Would you like to try that, baby?" His voice was soft and airy as he puffed through his exertion.

I nodded, "Yes daddy."

He stripped off his sweater to a t-shirt underneath. He fetched a yellow leather flogger with longer falls from the armoire. I huffed out breaths, immediately wanting to feel the falls on my skin.

Cyrus smirked after seeing the way I was longing after the flogger with my eyes. He ran the soft leather falls across my heated skin to elicit a shrill moan from me. "Is this what you want, baby?"

"Yes daddy. Please use it on me." There was a subtle plea in my voice.

"I can't wait to drive you all the way into subspace, baby. Let's see how far you can go tonight." He stepped back again.

He beat me with that leather whip until I moaned with every strike, until there were welts on my chest and tears swimming in my eyes. My nipples peaked like tender bug bites and my skin flushed crimson. I was so fucking high on the pain and the pause, the peace and the reprieve from my thoughts. It was better than any drug, all the fuzzy feelings and numb thoughts without the sickness. It was all I could do to accomplish anything but breathing.

Daddy was beautiful. The world was beautiful but Daddy was the gem that sparkled in the light. He was flushed and breathing hard with me in his exertion to beat me to this state. In his hard dominance, there was admiration in his eyes soaked in hot liquored lust. I wanted him. My want was more a feeling than a thought at that moment. I wanted those fine manicured, masculine hands on my skin. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to praise me, praise his work on my skin, feel me and desire me. Love me. I wanted him more than the breaths I was struggling to draw in.

I was languid, slurred as I begged, "Have I been good, daddy?"

That flogger hung from his hand as his face pulled into something amused, "Oh baby, you've been so good." He sauntered over to me.

My lips parted instinctively with his closeness, breaths ragged.

"So good, Danny." His finger ran along a welt.

I bucked as I gasped, pain lancing up my pectoral as shivers exploded across my skin. He set the flogger aside. He came back to crowd me, nose hovering over my cheek and hands running down my sides. His fingers traced down my ribs and I belted out a moan. His every touch lit me on fire, bumps erupted on every inch of me.

His voice was rough in my ear, "Tell me what you want, baby."

I whined, desperate to keep his hands on me, "Touch me more daddy, please."

Suddenly his hands were all over me. On my dangling arms. Caressing my ruddy cheeks. Up my shaky thighs. Over my sensitized stomach. He pinched a nipple and I yelled out the electric pain-pleasure sent to my brain. My insides clenched and my cock stiffened. He soothed the ache of the crimson bud by running his tongue over it, making me yell another moan. His fingers dug into my back as his tongue flicked across each of my nipples. He grazed each welt on my ribs with his fingers, turning me into a puddle of pathetic whines and guttural moans. Spit gathered on my tongue, I kept it out so long. He unfurled the buckles holding my arms up and stepped back.

"Get on your knees pet, eyes on the floor." His voice was hard and firm.

I immediately dropped to my knees and dropped my head like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Like that was all I could do. Because it was.

Through my lashes, I watched him perch on the throne in the room. He ran a hand through his messy hair. He slowly unfurled his finger and beckoned me to him. I went to rise and he clicked his tongue. "On your hands and knees, baby."

I bit my lip. Fuck that's hot. I slowly planted my palms on the hardwood floor and arched my back. I crept to him, wanton face locking eyes with him.

I knelt before him and he caught my chin. "Are you a good boy, Danny?"

I shook my head, "No, daddy."

"Oh? Why not?"

The words tumbled out of me. "Because I'm a bad boy. I'm a slut for cock, daddy."

I watched him tense and hiss in a breath. "Are you a slut for daddy's cock, baby?"

"That's why I'm bad daddy. I wanted cock so bad, I was imagining all the frat boy's cocks in my mouth. I touch myself all the time imagining sucking dick, daddy, any dick." I confessed. It was true. I did. Nothing got me off quite like those particular oral fantasies.

Daddy's hand caught the back ofmy neck. "Did you touch yourself imagining daddy's dick in your mouth, Danny?"

I leaned into his grip, taking comfort in his hands. I nodded, "Yes. Daddy."

"I should reward you with that then, Danny. Since you took your beating so well." His umbral grey eyes held mine.

I whined, "Pllleeeaaasseee daddy."

There was nothing graceful about the sloppy blowjob I gave my Daddy. My head was in his lap, my lips desperately trying to keep the spit in my mouth as I sucked him deep. His firm grip didn't leave my neck. He kept me on my knees, sitting on the floor on a cushion to his side so he could caress my back. I sucked down on him, taking him to the root with a hiss of his breath. I would tongue my way up to tease the slit before I went down again. I kept my hands on his thigh, holding on as my head bobbed between his crossed legs. I just couldn't stop making a mess, spit lathing his cock as it spooled off my lips. I was still hazy from the beating with a loose body and clumsy mouth. My desire was a warm oven inside me, all molten and loose, nothing like the tight heat it usually was. My cock still preened in my boxers, craving attention while my hole throbbed.

His cock was divine formed of all ruby and amethyst skin. He throbbed on my tongue, filling my mouth comfortably. I shoved him against my tonsils. Then I lavished his cock with appreciation in the form of little licks up its length. Daddy cupped my ass under my boxers, slipping his hand under the waist. He gave my soft cheek a firm grip to make me squeak on his cock. I felt his fingers graze my pucker before finding the hot gaping mess of my hole. My back arched as his finger ran up my swollen hole. I coated his fingers in wetness, irrevocably aroused with his dick in my mouth.

He teased my lips, sending shivers up my spine, drawing lines along them lazily with his fingers. His voice was growing hoarse under the weight of his desire. "Are you hard, baby?"

I came off his cock long enough to say, "Yes daddy."

I swirled my tongue along his head as his hand slipped beneath me to find my dick. I gave a muffled moan around his cock as his fingers slipped against mine. He found me hard and wet in my folds, dick peeking out as it begged to be touched. His fingers sent fire up my body, filling my brain with the intense need to cum. I seized, mouth stopping as my brain focused entirely on his fingers tracing circles over my dick. Oh god, I wanted him to touch me so bad.

"Your cock feels incredible, Danny. So hard and hot to touch." He pushed me down on his own throbbing dick with a grip on my neck, needing to feel my moans on his length.

His fingers went back to my hole, now dripping and quivering in need. The hand on my neck kept my lips wrapped around his cock while he dabbled in my wetness again. He was tentative with his prodding, ever so slowly wiggling his fingers into my soaked insides. I moaned and cried on his cock. This sensitive part of me was unused to such attention from another. He paused before entering and lett my neck go. I came all the way up to worship his tip.

He asked, fingers hovering, "Is this okay baby?"

My desire-soaked, pain-addled brain could hardly make sense of his words. I fumbled to reply.

He clarified, taking a spit streaked cheek in his hand, "Do you like to be fingered in this hole, Danny?"

He meant my pussy. I fingered myself there all the time. I nodded. He kept my face up, watching my expression as he slipped his fingers inside me. My mouth opened in a moan, my eyes clenching shut. His fingers filled the space inside me to pad against my textured wet insides. He went all the way to the third knuckle while pushing deep to feel me. My body clenched and my insides tightened around him. It felt incredible to be fingered by someone else, especially my daddy.

"You are so fucking hot, Danny. So wet and turned on for your daddy." His voice was strained as he found his words.

"Yes daddy." I slurred out in my aroused haze.

His fingers wound in my curls, pushing me back down to swallow his cock. "Make your daddy cum first, baby."

I sucked in my cheeks as I quickly bobbed on daddy's dick. He kept his fingers embedded deep inside me as his hand clutched my hair. My cock ached for his touch.

His voice lost its articulation as his nuts wrenched up around his dick, "You are such a good boy, Danny. Such a good little cocksucker for your daddy."

My mouth was too full to answer him so I gave him a moan instead.

"I have imagined your lips around my cock so many times, baby." He pushed his cock against my tonsils, forcing me to relax or choke. "Imagined my cock in your throat."

I swallowed, trying to get daddy's dick in my throat as my nose pressed into his nuts. I came up to take a breath before going deep again.

He cursed as his cock jerked in my mouth. His voice was gruff with his coming orgasm, "Do you want your daddy's cum, baby?"

I nodded vigorously, wanting his cum more than my body could bear.

My scalp prickled with pain as he brought me up by the hair. His order was short and taut, "Beg for your daddy's cum on your face, Danny."

My insides clenched around his fingers. I gazed at his gorgeous, voracious face.

He leaned down to my ear and his fingers pushed deep against my walls. His voice was threaded with harsh hunger, unmovable authority and the rabid need to cum through his teeth, "Beg, Danny."

I whimpered like the desperate submissive I was, "Please, daddy. Please. Please cum on my face. Please."

He put his precum covered fingers in his mouth. Daddy was tasting me. God that's hot. He perched on his knees and put me before him. His hand circled his throbbing cock and pressed it against my cheek. Daddy forced me to look at him as he smeared my cheeks and lips in his precum. I panted in my need for his cum.

His hand started pumping his cock in my face as he barked out, "Beg your daddy to be covered in cum, baby."

I plead, "Please cover me in cum, daddy." I stuck out my tongue as I ached for him.

"You deserve to be covered in my cum, Danny. You earned it with that eager little mouth of yours." Each word cracked as he edged closer to his orgasm.

"Give it to me Daddy. Please." I whined below him.

He did. He roared as thick ropes of cum lashed my cheeks and hair. It was hot then cold, thick and heavy on my skin. I moaned as he came on my face as I watched his expression twist in ecstasy. It was sheer rapture to watch my daddy orgasm and know I was the cause.

With his jizz on my face, he gave me permission to cum. He stroked my cock and I came within moments, having been edged the entire scene. I came undone under his fingers, crying for my daddy as I reached my peak. He held me through the waves of pleasure that wracked my body.

He continued holding me as he used wet wipes to clean my face. He insisted on pressing me to his chest as I breathed through my afterglow, brain slowly coming down from the bliss of subspace. My body was floating, my skin sensitive from the scene.

His palm rubbed along my spine as feelings replaced the high. Too many feelings. All at once. Safety became vulnerability. Confidence became insecurity. I felt stripped bare, raw and exposed. More than when my father spoke over me. More than when he decided things for me. More than when I thought of my mother. My brain guttered, anger flooding into me to replace these vulnerable feelings.

I pushed against Cyrus in a blind panic, "Can we not do whatever this is?"

I fumbled my boxers up.

Cyrus watched me stand. His eyes were soft with concern. "Danny, are you alright?"

I paced over to my clothes, the anger barely suppressing the encroaching despair I knew would follow. "I'm fine."

I felt Cyrus stand and approach my back. "Tell me what you need, Danny. Whatever you are feeling is natural. It's my responsibility to take care of you after a scene. Please just talk to me."

I gritted my teeth, shoving my legs through my pants. "I don't need anything Cyrus. I'm fine."

"You are not, Danny. Most subs need some form of comfort following a scene. You experienced pain, objectification and degradation by my hand, Danny. Now let me give you pleasure, comfort and assurance. Or whatever you need to know that was a scene." His tone was still gentle.

I pulled my shirt on. "I'm not dumb. I know. I was fine until you insisted on holding me afterwards. I don't need assurance that you didn't hurt me. I wanted you to. You already gave me an orgasm, which is what I came here for. The rest isn't necessary."

Cyrus held my face in my hands while forcing me to face him. His facade was still gone with the worry in his eyes very real. Real enough to lance my heart.

His thumbs stroked my cheek. "I believe you Danny. I know how strong you are. How capable you are. All of this will always be your choice. Always. I only ask for you to communicate your feelings to me."

His words hurt to hear. Strong? Capable?

He saw the disbelief on my face. "You are, Danny. Handsome and considerate. And it's okay to have doubts. It's okay to feel like that isn't true."

I gripped his hands. "Cyrus. Please. I get it." I stared at the hardwood floor beneath us, anger dissipating under embarrassment. I let him pull me into his arms again, face red in shame at his words. I wasn't any of those things. Why would he say that? No. No. He believed them too. He just came. I stayed there until I believed those words for at least for a few precious minutes.