Page 50 of Moonlit Thorns

“No, I won’t.”

His jaw hardens, and he motions to the nearby couch. “Have a seat. You need to know what you’re getting into.”

Chapter

Twenty-Three

ASHER

Anabelle sits on the couch with a grin.

I’m not sure how much she’ll be grinning after she hears everything I have to say. She might think joining just means that she’s going to get to fuck me in private in one of the rooms like the one I found her and Preston in, but she’s wrong.

“The first thing you need to know, which you’ve already figured out on your own, is that you cannot speak to anyone about anything that goes on down there. Ever.”

She nods and looks eager for me to continue. This girl’s curiosity will be her downfall someday.

“You also need to know what the initiation involves. And don’t even ask if you can skip it because there’s no way around it. It’s for everyone’s protection.”

She bites her lower lip. At least I know she has some sense of self-preservation.

“You must perform in front of all the members, and by perform, what I mean is this—whoever nominates you will make you act out whatever fantasy they want in front of the group. Unmasked and on video.”

She shifts on the couch, gaze darting around the room for a moment.

Not so sure now, is she? Good.

“What happens to the video after?”

A slow smile spreads across my face. She’s smart. “The video remains the property of my brothers and me, though in your case, I would be the only one with access to it.” There’s no chance I’m letting Nero get his kicks by playing back whatever might go down.

“And what will you do with it?”

Did her voice just get breathier?

“Nothing, if you never break any rules of the club. If you do, then it will be used as revenge or leverage. It’s the same reason we keep the videos of all the members.”

“Okay, is there anything else?”

Jesus. Why does she still sound so eager?

“Yes. Since I’m the one nominating you, it will be me getting you to do my bidding. And when I say you have to do anything, Anabelle, I mean it. I could ask you to shove a ten-inch dildo up your ass, and you’ll have to do it. I might tell you to fuck every man or woman there that night, and you’d have to do it.”

A slow grin creeps across her face. “But you wouldn’t. So what would you do?”

Damn her for calling my bluff. “I’m a Dom, Anabelle. I like to dictate the scene, and you would be submissive to me and do whatever I tell you to. You’d relinquish all your control to me and trust that I’ll take care of you.”

She thinks about that for a moment and nods. “Will you hurt me?”

Her big, innocent eyes make me wish I could say no, but who knows how I’ll feel once we’re in a scene. “That depends. It’s possible. But I wouldn’t do it to be cruel or out of anger. In the end, it would be to bring both of us pleasure.”

“Can I stop it if I want to?”

“You always have the option of ending a scene at any point. We’d have a safe word.”

Damn it, my cock is growing in my pants from just talking about this with her. Thinking about how it would feel to control her pleasure.

“What else?” she asks.

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