The Brother (Whip 5) ✔️

Chapter 20

STEFAN

"How's Leo?" I asked as we took a seat at our table at the Whip. David smiled as he recounted his son's latest antic, which reminded me that I should call him to tell him about a prank I had made up so he could pull it on his dad.

I guess he had to find at least some common ground with all those teenagers in his high school being only 11 years old, and he had chosen pranks. Which worked wonderfully for his social status in school but dreadfully for his poor father, something I thoroughly enjoyed watching as well as orchestrating from the shadows.

"And Mihail? Still not come to his senses and ditched you?"

"Ha, ha... very funny." David mocked as he rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile slightly as he always did when his boyfriend was mentioned.

It took some adjustments, getting used to David being in love and happy as he had been alone for so long following that bitch Jessica's leaving, but it was a very welcome change.

He was once again that old David I once knew and it was all thanks to yet another Russian, called Mihail, who just so happened to be Misha's best friend. The world really was a tiny place.

"He's okay. He had to stay home because he has an exam tomorrow so he wanted to squeeze in some last-minute studying."

"That's great. How's he doing?"

David smiled widely as he proudly said, "Amazing. He's gotten straight A's this semester, though I knew he would. He's brilliant."

I smiled as well, happy to hear that the young man was doing so well. He was such a kind and loving soul that has been through more shit than most people couldn't even imagine and had managed to come out of it stronger.

"Good evening gentlemen." A voice came from behind me and I turned to see Misha standing there, his pad in his hands as he had come to take our order.

I blinked, smiling slightly as I realized that I felt nothing. Sure, I still liked him and cared for him since he was kind and good, a friend even, but that pang that usually accompanied me seeing him was gone.

"Hi, Misha." I said with a smile, "Working tonight?"

He blinked, obviously surprised at my warm greeting before he flashed me a sunny smile as he said, "Yeah. I wasn't supposed to but I traded shifts with Ash since I'm planning a girl's night out with the gang tomorrow after Mihail's exam. To celebrate."

"Oh... is that right?" I said as I glanced at David who was already shaking his head in exasperation and rolling his eyes.

"I'm staying home," David mumbled, his eyes a bit wide at the thought of all of them together.

I laughed before looking back at Misha. "Well, have a great time. And make hell."

He smiled as he happily nodded, before taking our order and walking away.

"Damn..." David said after a moment and I turned around to look at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just... That Russian must be something special when he has you talking with Misha as if you haven't been pining after him for a year."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him, but I knew that he was right.

I had been so hung up on Misha for so long that for a while seemed as if I would always be, but then Sasha walked into my life and all it took was a kiss to wipe all of my feelings away.

Or, what I thought were feelings when it had simply been infatuation and a desire for more.

But with Sasha, with him, it was so much more and I couldn't imagine spending more than a day away from him.

This brought me to my newest dilemma, which was how to tell him about me being a Dom.

Sure, I had thrown in a few things while we were having sex, small things, tame stuff just to test the water and he seemed receptive, more than, even.

But it was one thing to be spanked once in a while and completely another to be strapped to a table while I flogged him.

Though, as I sat there, staring at the glass of whiskey in my hand, I thought that maybe we could come to some middle ground if he wanted to. Honestly, I was so enamored with the little freckled redhead that I suspected I would do anything he asked me to do, or in this case, not to do.

*

"Can I ask you something?" Sasha said as I tried to catch my breath after a very impromptu and very enjoyable quicky in the office.

I had never done such a thing here before, always holding my personal and work life separate, but that was proving very hard when my PA was also my boyfriend, my very hot, very alluring boyfriend, who I couldn't get enough of.

So when he had walked into my office fifteen minutes ago and accidentally dropped a file he had been caring for me to sign, it took only one glance at his ass in the air as he bent over to pick up the folder and I was on him like a storm.

He was a bit shy in the beginning due to where we were, but once I had him pinned against the table, my hand on his neck, he quickly became putty in my hands.

"Always," I said as I stood right and began to button up my shirt.

"Are you a Dom?"

I froze as the question left his mouth, my eyes wide as I turned to look at him in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

He blushed but repeated the question, "Are you a Dom? A Dominant?"

"I know what Dom is, I'm just wondering how you do?"

He shrugged as he pulled up the zipper of his pants. "My friends are into that so I picked up a few things from their stories."

I blinked, still a bit stunned before saying, "And if I was? Would that bother you?"

He frowned, looking down at his hands playing with the edges of his shirt before saying, "Would that mean I had to do something?"

I sighed as I walked toward him, and took hold of his chin, raising it so I could look him in the eyes as I said, "I will never, ever, ask you to do anything you are not comfortable doing. I promise."

He nodded and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against my shoulder.

"I like a bit of pain..." he began and I kept quiet not wanting to spook him as I could feel him trembling slightly from nerves.

"I also like when you squeeze my neck and the spankings, and I... I liked seeing the hickeys on my skin, it felt like I belonged, so I guess... I guess we could try. But I can't promise anything/ Is that... is that okay?" he asked in a small voice, looking at his feet.

I took his cheeks between my hands and brought his lips to mine as I whispered, "That's more than enough."