The Mouth Dynamic

####To the ruins of your undergarments, whatever form they take, after you read this. If not your underwear, then your pants. Also don't read this naked, you'll ruin your sheets.

####To everyone who reads this and simps for Cyrus too.

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The Mouth Dynamic

Danny

I was wasting my Sunday afternoon standing in my father's stuffy office instead of doing homework like I should be. The difference between this Sunday and every Sunday before was that it wasn't my father sitting in the gaudy green leather chair. The man in that chair was droning on about the terms of my trust fund as though I could forget what they were with the constant reminders. I already knew the terms. Go to a college I didn't pick. Get a degree I didn't have a say in. Get good enough grades to go to grad school. Don't go to jail. No drug use. I may have played fast and loose with the last one when I was younger. I smirked as I thought of the bender my friends and I went on that may have happened on a borrowed yacht.

Cyrus' voice snapped like a whip through my thoughts, sharp and curt, "Did I say something funny, Daniel?"

God I hated that name. Even if I picked it. I stared down my father's personal accountant with his finely shaped ass in that squeaky leather chair. Cyrus was sinfully attractive as a man in his 40s, his shiny grey hair at his temples and fine lines above his brows only giving him refinement amid the flat expression he wore. His very presence had an aura of authority perpetuated by the uncrackable facade he hid behind. I had spent the last two years doing everything in my power to chip away at that facade to the point that our banter had grown into a bit of a game between us.

I put a tilt to my shoulder and chin, summoning the femme brat in me. My voice held a teasing lilt, standing before the oversized oak desk between us. "I know who holds my leash, Cyrus. I didn't forget just because my father is going to spend the next 6 months exploring the delicacies of french pussy."

Cyrus didn't so much as twitch at my brash words. He had come to expect it from me. I called him a stuck-up prick the first time he lectured me about maxing out a credit card. He returned my barbed words by calling me an entitled brat and taking my card privileges. He was much stricter than our last accountant. We've been getting along swimmingly since, exchanging harsh teasing comments every time we got in a room together.

Cyrus stated flatly, "I called you here to inform you that I will be distributing the payments while your father is away."

My brain translated his words to I will be making sure you follow the rules while your father is away. I made sure my voice held venom, "I'm sure you must be ecstatic to finally be the one holding the leash, Cyrus."

He leaned back in that awful chair, thumbing the lapel of his kohl gray tailored suit. The man did have impeccable taste in clothing, the navy shirt highlighting his icy blue eyes. His eyes held something unreadable, "It's not a leash, Daniel. It's an agreement. Rules to abide to receive the generous fund your father made for you. You can walk away anytime."

I rolled my eyes. Yeah sure. Like my father would allow that. "Destitute. A different kind of cage."

His long fingers settled on the wood of the desk, "That's how I made it through college, Daniel. It's not as bad as you imagine it."

It was hard to imagine him going through college broke with his current 5-figure suits and Rolex watch. He must of worked his way up to his money. It's no wonder he gave every sassing comment back to me. He must think I'm a lazy entitled shit. Maybe I was. That thought turned my stomach. "My father would never allow it. Even if I wanted to." I looked at the floor. He was hell bent on shaping me to take his place at the head of the human resource company he built. Another thing I didn't want.

His voice was plain. "I'm not your father Daniel."

I swear he said that name just to incite me. My eyes flashed up to him. "Clearly not. My father is a spineless slob. And for fuck's sake, call me Danny."

Cyrus' voice dropped an octave. I had pressed him enough to make his voice show his displeasure. A shot of satisfaction ran through me. "I didn't bring you here to argue."

I put my hand on my hip, "We don't argue, Cyrus. I push your buttons until you break out your Dom voice."

The tension of our conversation shifted then, from something like a lecture to something far more enticing. This always happened when I found the right button to push.

His voice stayed low but firm, "Is that what you call being a brat, Danny? Pushing my buttons?"

The way he said my name made my toes curl. Here we go. Down this slippery slide of teasing each other to the same end every time. I wondered if he went back to his condo and touched himself too. I pushed, adding that mischief to my voice in every word, "Is that what I'm doing, Cyrus? I thought you were just showing me the leash."

"It sounds like that's what you want." His face was still cold, unmoving from the distance he put between us.

I didn't let my voice waver, holding his eyes, "I'd need a collar first."

He stood behind the desk, tugging the blazer of his suit down. "A collar wouldn't suit you. Misbehavior is in your nature, Danny. I've lost count of the times I've had to discipline you."

I turned, placing my hand on my chest dramatically, "Is a lecture discipline? Seems a tad...soft." I hit a nerve. His eyes drilled into mine. I resisted smiling. "I understand. You wouldn't want to explain the actual discipline to my father."

He circled the desk and I instantly become aware of his closeness. He was a few inches taller but it seemed like a foot. His face was perfectly flat and his shoulders are relaxed but I could just feel the presence he emits, like standing before a monument.

His next words were a threat and a promise, changing the very ground I was standing on. "Your father isn't here, Danny."

My eyes bolted into his, wide with shock. Was this really happening? My heart raced as my knees became jelly. The mere promise of the possibilities almost brought me to my knees. Without my father here, we were both free to do as we wished. Including the things we had both been toeing for years.

His eyes were hard as steel. He spoke with irrevocable fact, "You are such a mouthy little brat Danny. Do you know what I do with mouthy brats?"

I could only stare in silent shocked anticipation.

"I put them on their knees and give their mouth something else to do."

Oh. My. God. Ohmygod. A shudder rocked me from neck to feet as I imagined him doing that to me. All our exchanges before were just words with no weight. Teases he would never act on out of his professional relationship for my father. But my father wasn't here. It was only me and him. The words he just said were grounded in the reality of him wanting to do exactly that to me. Would he actually do it? Oh god I wanted him to do it. All my self-preservation told me to stop this immediately. Cyrus was not a man to be trifled with. My father would look past my nonsense. Cyrus would make me earn every iota of pleasure from him, would punish me for every cutting word. The man could made pennies bleed and I was a hell of a lot softer than copper. My heart pounded in my throat. His expression softened ever slightly into smugness, knowing he had me by the neck. I licked my lips. "Another threat to leave me disappointed like usual, Cyrus?"

"Keep mouthing off to me Danny." There was teeth in those words.

I leaned into being a brat for him. This was still the game. At least until he acted on those words. Then what would I do? "I like being a bad boy. It's in my nature."

His voice was all Dom now, sending shivers down my spine. "You are a bad boy. Do you want to be punished?"

Fuckkkk. This is always how this ended. His voice would gain this edge to it that demanded my obedience no matter how much I wanted to resist. For years I would push him to exactly this spot and he would dismiss me. I was doing my best not to squirm. He hadn't dismissed me yet. "Yes."

"It's yes, sir." He was stern in his correction.

I teased him again, cutting out this piece for myself in this dynamic that was so clearly in his favor, "I prefer yes, daddy."

"Then answer me correctly, Danny." His tone was still Dom, his arms across his chest before me.

"Yes daddy." I cooed at him, putting the emphasis on the title.

I could see him process where this conversation was and where it would lead. We hadn't reached the ledge yet. We wouldn't until I was on my knees for him and he knew it. Even then, I could say one word and everything would stop. I had teased him, prodded him and defied him for two years. The one brat he couldn't tame while trying to appease my father. I had wanted him to try to tame me, even as I went off to college and gained some of my own independence. He was just as elusive to me, some foxy Dom I could never touch because of the professional relationship between my father and him. That was his boundary. Not mine. I could give a fuck what my father thought. If I wanted to fuck Cyrus, I damn well would. Even if there was 20 years between us.

His eyes searched mine, looking for an answer we both knew already. Where the line was. Whether we should cross it. He knew my answer. He always did. I stood there before him daring him to cross it with me. I pushed another button, the last one I would try before I would leave, "So, going to disappoint me again, Cyrus?"

His eyes were burning in his need to make me submit. His lips thinned as his facade cracked into something mean for a split second. "You drive me crazy Danny. You are such a cocktease."

I sucked in a gasp. A tremble worked down my body as my insides ached at his words. Oh god, I would beg if I had to. His facade came right back as he strode in front of me. Those long fingers of his brushed my jaw and bumps erupted on my arms. I looked up at his long-practiced plain expression.

The fire in his eyes were the only tell of what was over that ledge. "Do you want to be punished, pet? Do you want me to mouthfuck you?"

Another shudder I couldn't repress. My insides were a melted pool and my heart was thundering in my chest. I was already so hard I couldn't hold a single coherent thought. I showed my hand, the fear and doubt sowed in my chest from years of never having a say in anything in my life. "What's my safeword, Daddy?" My voice shook.

Some of that fire in his eyes cooled for a moment. He cradled my neck in his hand, holding me steady. "Hyperbole."

Of course he remembered. He once pushed me too far with his words, getting personal in his comments. He said I had daddy issues. He wasn't wrong and that's what hurt so much. I hated my father. Cyrus could have called me any other insult besides that one. I hardly refrained from cussing him out. I supposed I deserved the words. I did call him straight. But still I didn't forgive him. So he offered me a safeword instead. One word that stopped everything, no matter what we said or did. One word that told him I was done. I couldn't do anymore. I hadn't needed to invoke it since I told him what it was. My nerves settled, feeling safe again with that word between us and the understanding that word brought.

I leaned into him, placing my hands on the tailored suit perfectly framed to his body and giving him my consent. "How long have you wanted to make me your pet, daddy? How many times did you want to stuff my mouth for the mean words I said to you?"

"Long enough to know you like it rough, Danny." He threaded his hand in my waves and yanked my head back, hard. I gasped. My dick twitched and a puddle formed in my boxers. His spare hand found my bottom lip, rubbing into the plump skin there the purpose of keeping my mouth open. His voice dropped again, firm and mean, "Long enough to know that I'm going to choke you with my cock as a punishment and you are going to love every second."

Fuck. Fuuuck. He was right. I was already a puddle for him. I tilted my face up, leaning into his massage of my lower lip. He jammed his thumb into my mouth as a response, pressing my tongue against the bottom of my mouth. I was such a mess already. I closed my lips around his thumb. I held his eyes as I sucked his thumb deeper into my mouth. His expression didn't shift though I could tell he was straining to keep that stony expression. He pulled his wet thumb from my mouth. He grabbed my jaw and demanded, "Ask your daddy to choke on his cock, Danny."

I could say no right there and everything would stop. I didn't want to. "Can I choke on your cock, daddy?"

He shoved me to my knees as a response. His fist kept control of my head and he shoved my face against the bulge in his pants. The luxurious silk blend of his slacks rubbed against my nose and lips. I could feel how hard he was against my cheek. He smelled so good, musk and amber filled my nose. I could smell his desire through his clothes. He rubbed my nose in the evidence of all the ways I talked back to him. Each pull of my hair went straight to the place between my legs. A moan escaped my throat.

"It's not a punishment if you moan, Danny."

I clamped my lips shut, forcing my noises quiet. The hardwood floor was bruising my knees. I was so fucking turned on.

He gave me another order, clipped and restrained. "Unbutton my slacks. Pull my cock out, pet."

I busily undid the clasp and button of his slacks, unzipping them slowly. I ran my fingers over the satin boxers over his bulge. His hand in my hair reminded me who was the dom as I pulled his leaking cock from his pants. My mouth watered. He was hard, thick and throbbing from all the ways I teased him with my words. I wanted him in my mouth so bad.

He took his cock in his hand and gave his last flat-toned order. "Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue."

I obeyed, too wrought with desire to do anything else. I knelt below him, hands on his thighs with my mouth open wide for him to fuck. He placed his head on my tongue and slid his cock along it until he hit my tonsils. I choked as the tip of his dick prodded my tonsils, spit pooling on my tongue as a gagging noise escaped my mouth. He slid out so I could take a breath. His hips jutted forward and his dick entered my throat again. Tears burned my eyes as I choked again. His grip on my hair kept me in place on his cock even as I gagged. My mouth adjusted to him even as my throat refused to. His hips bucked then, tip grazing my tonsils just enough to make me tense but not enough to choke me. He pumped into me like this, fucking my mouth in steady hard strokes along my tongue. I tried to hold down a moan, even as the mess I was like this. I was so fucking turned on, I couldn't bear the ache of my own dick. Tears wetted my lashes and eyelids, spit glossing my lips around the girth of his dick. His voice was hoarse, his breath ragged as he mouthfucked me.

He barked at me as I put my hands on his thighs again, "Hands down, Danny."

His order plucked at an already taunt string in me. I was shivering in my lust, insides molten and body tight. With every stroke of his cock inside my wanting mouth, my own need grew like a boiling pot of water left on the stove too long. Curling my tongue and sealing my lips, Cyrus grunted against the new sensations my mouth were giving him. He slammed against my lips, forcing my mouth to relax around him or choke again. His cock felt so good against my cheeks, filling my mouth with satisfaction. I began sucking him feverishly with each of his pulls.

His fist yanked me off him, letting him see the mess he had made me. I felt so suddenly empty, left burning and wanting below him. His eyes were swimming as they roamed over my face. His facade cracked under his mounting need to cum, showing me the blazing inferno beneath.

His voice was hoarse as he ordered, "Mouth open and tongue out."

I realized then he was already close. His nuts were up in his hips and his hand gripped his shaft. He started tugging on his cock, face twisted with the need to cum. I obeyed him, opening my mouth to receive his load.

"You are such a brat, Danny."

"Yes daddy."

"You liked being mouth fucked, didn't you, Danny?"

"Yes daddy."

"Ask me to cum on your face, Danny." His voice was raw and thick with lust. It was so fucking sexy to see him undone.

"Please cum on my face, Daddy."

He gave himself three more firm pulls and he clenched up. His face squeezed in ecstatic agony as he tensed and spurted on my face. His hot cum lashed against my cheek and tongue, cooling as soon as it hit my skin. I shuddered out a groan, reveling in feeling his pleasure on my skin. He let me go and I curled my tongue in my mouth. Panting and heaving, he leaned back on the desk. I licked the cum and spit from my lips. He tasted so good, thick and briny.

Cyrus helped me to my feet and pulled a kerchief from his pocket. He cooed at me as he wiped the cum from my cheek, "You are such a good boy, Danny, taking your punishment so well."

I gave him some cheek. "Maybe I should be bad boy more often."

He put my chin in his fingers as he finished cleaning my face. "Good boys get rewards instead. Imagine me doing that for you."

Oh fuck. God I was hard. "Please Daddy..." I begged against him.

"You have to be a good boy." He put his finger on my nose. He took a step back, buttoning his pants and putting the facade back up. "I'll see you next week, Danny." The ache left in my gut was far more of a punishment than any moment I had spent on my knees.