The Brother (Whip 5) ✔️

Chapter 21

SASHA

"Put your hands behind your back."

My arms shook as I did as Stefan commanded, his usually dark voice even darker, sultry practically dripping from every syllable, making me shiver.

I wondered how exactly I had ended up in this situation, since if someone had told me a few months ago that I would be dating my boss and not just that, but actually letting him tie me up and then spank me and all sort of other NSFW shit, I would have thought that they had lost the plot.

But here I was, naked except for my boxers, standing in the middle of his bedroom, with, yeah you guessed it, hands tied behind my back.

"Do you remember the safe words?" he asked from somewhere behind me.

"Yeah. Green for go, r... red for stop." I whispered, my voice shaking slightly from nerves. I wasn't afraid and trusted him, but I had never been in a situation like this, had never entrusted my body to someone else so completely, and I didn't know what to expect.

"Good boy." He whispered into my ear, making me shiver again as his hot breath touched my skin while a blindfold was wrapped around my head and over my eyes, enfolding my world in darkness.

I felt feverish as I felt his body behind mine, so close that I could feel its heat yet too far away for us to touch.

He took my tied hands and pushed me slightly forward until I was bent over the edge of his king-sized bed, my face pressed into the sheets and my ass in the air.

I knew that he wasn't going to do anything too advanced, like whip me or any of the things I read about on the internet since I was too much of a chicken to ask my brother, still my whole body shivered as I tried to listen in order to pinpoint where he was.

There was suddenly something soft at the top of my spine, moving gently down my back, the touch feather-like, barely there, and as I realized that it was his finger, I shivered while goosebumps spread across my back.

The finger stopped as it reached my ass, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants and pulling them down just beneath my asscheeks.

"Perfect..." Stefan sighed at the same time as I felt his hands grab each cheek. He massaged them for a moment, before I felt a slap across the left one, quickly followed by the another to the right.

"Oh!" I moaned, almost jumping out of my skin from both the force and surprise. These were no playful spanks I had gotten before, this was the real deal, this was Stefan in his Dom form and I reveled in it.

It hurt but for some reason, I was harder than ever.

Fuck...

"Count, sweetheart." He said quietly, and I did.

Slap... slap... slap... One... two... three...

I moaned unabashedly as he went on, my ass on fire and my cock dripping so much that I could feel a pool of precome forming beneath my body.

Eleven... Twelve...Thirteen...

I was crying, I knew that I was, and yet as he noticed and asked, "Color?"

I still said, "Green."

Eighteen...Nineteen... Twenty...

I was shaking, my ass on fire as he finally stopped. He caressed each cheek, making me wince at the contact but I said nothing, actually moaning as the pain coursing through my body mixed with a desire of a sort I had never felt before.