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Emily laughed. “Both. I want you to stick around. You’d make a great sister-in-law.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“You’re right. Let’s just enjoy our day and spend a shitload of my brother’s money.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I was going to find myself an incredible dress, go to Dominion with Ciaran, and see where the night took us.

ChapterFourteen

Ciaran

Just twenty-four hours ago, I thought I’d lost Annie forever. Her refusal to speak to me had cut to the core, but I did what was right and backed away to give her some space. I was aware my siblings were going to bat for me, telling her about my redeeming qualities. I was grateful to them for that, but I knew nobody would talk her into giving me a second chance. It had to be her decision to move forward.

Now that she was sitting across from me, enjoying dinner in the restaurant at Dominion, I couldn’t fuck it up again. I brought her to the club so I could show her the possibilities for our relationship. From the way she responded when I spanked her, I knew she enjoyed being disciplined. Her responses to my commands showed me she craved dominance. There was so much pleasure I could offer her, and I wanted to give her a taste. If she was willing, of course. I had no intention of pushing her into anything she wasn’t comfortable with. If it came to it, I would surrender my membership of the club before I ever gave up this woman.

Annie looked different tonight. Her hair was slicked back into a high ponytail. Her makeup was a touch heavier than usual, smokier around the eye and redder on her lips. The slinky black dress she wore hugged her hips and ass in a way none of her other clothes did. The low V of the neckline revealed the swell of her gorgeous breasts. I got the feeling she’d chosen this sexy new style to match what she imagined other women at the club would wear.

In reality, all types of people frequented my brother’s club. Although Sean enforced a dress code prohibiting casual clothing, there would be a range of styles on display. We were just as likely to encounter feminine florals and delicate silks as hardcore leather. Annie’s outfit fell somewhere in the middle, but the woman herself would fit in because it wasn’t about how she looked, it was about who she was beneath the façade she presented to society.

“Are you sure you don’t want something else to eat?” I hated that she was picking at a salad while I enjoyed the most incredible Wagyu ribeye.

“No, I don’t want to eat anything too heavy.” Her voice betrayed her nervousness, and I understood. She was afraid she might get sick.

I set down my fork and reached across the table to grab her hand. “Hey, we don’t need to do this if you’re not up for it.”

“Oh, I’m up for it.” The wicked gleam in her eye revealed the truth of that statement. “It’s just that the forms made it all a bit daunting. I mean, I had to say no to almost everything.”

Although he was the one who gave her the consent forms to complete, I couldn’t blame my brother for her discomfort. Having her read the regulations and list her limits was a necessity. The safety of the members was paramount, and everything needed to be laid out in black and white in case disputes arose. Thanks to the robust security Sean had in place, there were rarely issues but occasionally someone screwed up.

“You didn’t say no to everything, sweetheart. We can still have plenty of fun.”

“But wouldn’t you better off with someone who’s open to….” She pulled her hand away from mine and waved it around as she searched for an example of what I might enjoy. “Piss play?”

I almost choked on the piece of steak I’d just popped into my mouth. “Not my thing, sweetheart. For the record, I don’t enjoy anything that involves blood, either.”

“But don’t you want someone more adventurous?”

“You’ll probably get more adventurous with time.” I grabbed her hand once more and squeezed it reassuringly. “And even if you only ever wanted missionary position with the lights turned off, you’d be the only one for me.”

“Hmm, I think we can be a bit more interesting than that.”

I let go of her hand, and we finished our meal. “Would you like dessert?” I asked, hoping she would say no because I was ready to show her around the club.

“Don’t we need to go upstairs for that?” Annie said shyly, peering coyly at me from beneath her eyelashes while making it clear we were on the same wavelength.

“Yes, we do.”

Rising from my seat, I dropped a hundred dollars as a tip. I’d get a bill for all the food and drink we consumed later. Sean and I might be brothers, but he still sent me an account to settle at the end of each month and I always paid it. With our legitimate businesses, we did everything above board. No favors for friends or family.

I took Annie’s hand and led her to the elevator. Dominion was split over three levels. On the first floor was the restaurant where anyone who could afford the premium prices could eat. The second floor housed the communal area of the club with a stage where some of the more experienced Doms gave demonstrations and people mingled, getting to know each other. There were some more intimate spaces off the main area, but the third floor was where the private rooms were situated.

We headed for the second floor. I wanted Annie to get a feel for the club before we went to the room I’d asked Sean to book for me. We stepped out of the elevator into the reception area, where Kitty was perched on a stool behind the desk. A longtime member of staff who’d earned Sean’s trust, she ensured that everyone entering the club handed over their electronic devices.

“Mr. Reilly.” She smiled as she greeted us. “Please hand over your cellphones and any other recording devices you have.”

I put my cellphone on the desk, and Annie did the same. Kitty took them and placed them in a locked box in a room behind her desk. She made an entry on her laptop.

“Your phones are in box ninety-five. Do you know which wristbands you require?”

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