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Asher, page 1
Asher
Rigby Brothers, Volume 1
S L Davies
Published by S L Davies, 2022.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
ASHER
First edition. September 13, 2022.
Copyright © 2022 S L Davies.
ISBN: 979-8201507497
Written by S L Davies.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Epilogue
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Prologue
March
“For crying out loud you can’t live off Mama and Papa forever. You need to grow up and get a life of your own,” my eldest sister, Olivia growled. The problem with being the youngest of twenty children and the only boy was that I had a whole bunch of mothers demanding something from me.
I looked around my bedroom. I was the last to leave home. I had posters of anime characters on the wall. Luffy from One Piece stared down at me with his big cheesy smile and straw hat. His swords were attached to his back.
We lived in a country town. Our family made up most of the town, between my sisters, their mates, and children. We never had a lot, and I wasn’t popular at school. I hated sports. I didn’t have many friends. I preferred to stay home and watch anime or draw.
“Olivia, what do you want me to do? What job would you like me to get?” I said with exasperation. It was the same conversation we’d had so many times before.
“Livy, leave the kid alone. He will find something when he is ready,” her mate Jarret said with a sigh. From the look on his face, he was just as sick of hearing her harping on, as I was.
“Olivia is right,” Scarlett, my next eldest sister said, backing up Olivia. I rolled my eyes and knew that the lecture was nowhere near being done.
“Look around you March, you are surrounded by pretend characters. You behave like a teenage boy,” Olivia growled.
“I am a teenage boy, Olivia,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “In case you’ve forgotten, I literally turned eighteen today.”
Olivia growled and threw her hands up in the air before stomping out of my bedroom, leaving behind Jarret and Scarlett.
“I was moved out and mated to Willow by the time I was nineteen, March. It’s time for you to start thinking of your future,” Scarlett said with a shake of her head before she turned and left to follow Olivia.
It was the same thing over and over with them. They had been telling me to grow up and move out since my seventeenth birthday. I didn’t know why it was so important to them. But as soon as I finished high school, they were on me. I’d finished a year earlier, but I had no interest in going to university. My sisters were all smart, most of them had careers.
Olivia was a doctor. Her husband was a lawyer. They had a huge house in town and owned their own practices. Scarlett was an English professor. Her mate Willow owned a beauty salon in town. They were all achievers. But I still didn’t know what I wanted to do.
“I get it March,” Jarret began. “You don’t know what you want to do. You are lost right?”
I sighed and nodded my head. “Yeah. I mean it’s not like I don’t want to move out or do something. But what can I do? I’m not like Olivia or Scarlett. I mean I’m not dumb, I just don’t like doing bookwork as they do.”
Jarret nodded his head and looked up at the pictures that dotted the walls “What about your art? Have you thought about doing more with that?”
I looked up at my pictures. I loved to draw; it was how I spent most of my childhood. I was small for my age; always had been. When I was growing up, I was bullied horribly. I’d spent more time being shoved into walls or manhandled into bathrooms to be beaten than I could count.
To hide away from my bullies, I lived in the library. I spent countless hours getting lost in my drawing. It started as drawing Naruto characters or whatever anime I might have been watching. But then I started to discover my own style. I started off by drawing my spider alter and it sort of took off.
“I wouldn’t even know where to begin,” I admitted.
“Why don’t you try putting some of your pictures online and selling them?” Jarret asked.
I frowned and chewed on my bottom lip. “Do you think people would really want to buy them?”
“Sure, they would. In fact, I have a friend, a tattoo artist, who works out of a shop in Lalbert. His name is Orion, he does a lot of new school tattoos, which is like your spider pictures,” Jarret said pointing at one of my more colorful pictures. “Maybe I could ask him to get in contact with you. You might not want to become a tattoo artist, but he will be able to put you in touch with other artists and give you a step forward.”
I sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it out. I nodded my head. I would just about do anything if it meant getting Olivia off my back.
“Yeah, that would be good,” I said with a smile.
Jarret grinned and gave my back a pat. “Come on let’s get out there and celebrate your birthday. I saw a bottle of whiskey that needed cracking open.”
I chuckled and stood, following Jarret into the large living space that was filled with my sisters, their mates, and children. Being the youngest of twenty was stressful at times but as my youngest sister Bailey wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a squeeze between her and her mate Palmer, I saw the benefits too.
“I wondered where you were hiding,” Bailey said. “Olivia giving you hell?”
“As always,” I grumbled.
Bailey chuckled. “She will find someone else that needs mothering soon and will lay off you.”
“It won’t happen soon enough,” I replied, causing Bailey to laugh again.
Papa clapped his hands together with a big smile on his face. Everyone went silent and glanced up at Papa. “Thank you everyone for coming to celebrate our youngest’s eighteenth birthday. March is finally a man. I cannot tell you how proud I am of the man he has become.”
Inside I didn’t feel like a man. I still felt like a little boy. A little boy lost. But Olivia was right. I had to grow up. I had to go and make something of my life. Hopefully, Jarret would come through for me with his friend Orion.
Everyone clapped their hands and was smiling over at me. “Happy Birthday,” Bailey said as she pressed a kiss to the side of my head.
Chapter One
Asher
I sighed as I looked down at the roster for the club. I’d started KINK my BDSM club ten years previously. I loved it and found my niche. At first, my parents didn’t quite understand why I would want to start a sex club, but eventually, they accepted it. Their love was enough to look past what I wanted to own. Now it was a thriving club and had several hundred members.
The problem was staffing. It was hard to find staff that would understand what went on in the club and didn’t freak out. I’d managed to gather an excellent group of staff members. My last employee was Monroe. A shifter who joined me at eighteen. He was terrified when he first came to us. The poor kid. But now that he was mated and with a child of his own, he’d cut his hours back to part-time.
That left Gunner on his own behind the bar. During the day it wasn’t such a problem, but when we got busier during the night, he really needed that extra hand. I’d put an advertisement in the paper a week earlier but so far no one appealing had applied. I had plenty of applications, but every one of the ones I’d interviewed, either knew nothing about BDSM or were horrified when they found out what kind of place KINK was.
I had a couple that knew about BDSM but what they knew came straight from a romance book. When I explained things, they were likely to see, I could tell that they weren’t going to last. I needed people who could keep our clients privacy, but also not be too shocked by the things they saw. It was a dilemma.
I stood from my desk and walked down the hallways towards the club. Newlyn, my head of security was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. The club had low music playing, and only a few people were in the main room.
“Hey Newlyn, how are we looking today?” I asked.
“Good. We’ve got three rooms booked out now,” Newlyn answered. The private rooms were most popular during the day for the quick lunchtime play sessions.
I smiled and looked over at the main floor of the club. I noticed Hawke sitting, sipping on a whiskey. Our resident sadist had a woman kneeling at his feet which was nothing unusual. He drew a lot of attention when he came in, from both men and women. He was a good-looking man and known for his sadism, which drew several masochists. Hawke caught my eye and nodded his head. I gave him a two-finger wave and glanced at the other members who were sitting in various parts of the club.
There was a woman, Tamara who was breastfeeding her sub. He was in a diaper and had a pacifier around his neck. Tamara stroked down over his face as he nuzzled at her breast. Usually, the little’s like to play in the playroom, even the babies. But I knew that Tamara and her sub enjoyed the more open areas. Tamara’s kink was being watched also as well as being a mummy.
Gunner was busy getting glasses prepped for the night and checking the bottles. He was a great worker. He’d come to us so broken and scared. I’ll never forget the day he came marching into my office, furious because I’d allowed a sub to be whipped on the stage. He was ready to call the police and tell them I was assaulting people in my club.
Once I’d explained to him the workings of BDSM he calmed down. It still took him a long time before he got used to it. Now he didn’t even bat an eyelid at the more violent sides of BDSM. We tended to keep those to display nights rather than just happening all the time. Some people found the sadism very triggering.
I gave Newlyn a pat on the shoulder as I passed him and headed towards the reception desk that sat outside the main doors. Freya, a vampire alpha staffed the desk. She, like Hawke, was a sadist, with a penchant for knife play. It was very cliché, a vampire that got off on blood. But it was what it was.
“Freya girl,” I said with a smile.
She grinned up at me. “Asher. I have just had the shyest boy come in with an application for the bartending job.”
Freya handed me the handwritten application. I looked down at the messy handwriting. March aged eighteen.
“What did you think?” I asked. I wasn’t against hiring someone young. Monroe was only eighteen when he first came to us. Age didn’t mean much if they were over eighteen.
“He was nervous. If I had to guess he was a little or at least a middle. But I don’t think he knows the name for it. He was dressed in Chucks, an anime t-shirt, and jeans,” Freya explained.
I raised an eyebrow, and my daddy side came roaring to the front. I wasn’t so much into little’s, but middles were where my kink lied. The idea that he was a middle of course appealed to me.
“Do you think he would make it here?” I asked.
Freya frowned before she nodded. “Yeah. Out of all the applications we’ve had, I think he is probably the best fit. I think it will take him a minute to work out what the place is, but I think he would fit in.”
I smiled and nodded. Glancing down at the application I noticed that he had an address out of town. He’d ticked the box that said he was looking for a live-in position. I had apartments available above the club for my employees who needed them. Not all my employees chose to live at the club, but some did. Gunner and Freya were the only ones currently living in the apartments, which meant there were several of them free.
“I’ll give him a ring,” I said as I pulled out my phone. If he lived out of town I wondered if that meant he was only in Lalbert for the day.
I pressed his number into my phone and listened to it ring.
“Hello?” a small voice answered.
“Hello, is this March Adams?” I asked.
“Yes,” March replied.
“Hello March, my name is Asher Rigby from KINK. I’ve just had your application handed to me and I was wondering if you could come in for an interview.”
Silence greeted me and I glanced at the phone to see if we had got disconnected. March cleared his voice. “I. um, I don’t have any interview clothes,” he said. The vulnerability in his voice caused my daddy side to present.
“That’s alright. I’m not here to judge you on what you are wearing. It’s just a casual chat,” I said with a smile in my voice.
“Alright then. Um, when do you want me to come?” he asked.
I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was almost lunchtime. “How about in thirty minutes? Have you had any lunch yet?”
“No,” he said quietly.
“Wonderful, what is your favorite kind of sandwich? I will have it ready for you here.”
“Oh, um, well I’m a vegetarian. So, just salad I guess,” he said.
“Sure thing. I know a great café that makes excellent vegetarian meals. I will get you a salad sandwich. Is rye bread alright?” I asked. I got the feeling that Freya was right. This wasn’t a boy who was sure of himself. He was either a little or middle for sure.
“Oh yes, rye bread is yummy,” he replied.
I bit my lip to stop the chuckle from escaping. Definitely a little or middle, if I had any questions before, I sure didn’t now.
“Alright then. I’ll see you in half an hour, March,” I said before saying our goodbyes and ending the call.
“Will I get employee forms set up for you, Asher?” Freya asked with a knowing grin.
I nodded my head. “Definitely,” I replied grinning as I left the club to go and pick up our lunch.
Chapter Two
“There is another thing too I wanted to talk to you about?” Freya said as she lifted one of our new membership forms and waved it. “This guy, Trevor Daniels came in right on closing last night to sign up. Didn’t want a tour, didn’t even want to see the club, just asked for a membership form, filled it in, and walked again.”
I hummed in my throat as I took the form from Freya and glanced down at it. The name Trevor Daniels didn’t sound familiar, but his behavior was definitely out of the ordinary. It wasn’t unusual to have people come to sign up at any time of the day or night, but often they wanted a tour.
“Did he ask any questions, about what we offer or anything like that?” I asked.
Freya shook her head. “No. Nothing.”
“That is odd. Have you started his background check yet?”
“Only just, I typed his name into Facebook but that’s as far as I’ve got so far.”
“Any results?”
“Not yet.”
I hummed again and frowned. This could be just a hoax. Sometimes we got guys daring each other to come in and fill in a form, it was irritating and took up Freya’s time, but we had to take every application we got serious.
We researched every applicant that came in, via social media and a brief police check. Usually, we were looking for any signs that they were abusive or would misuse their power in the place. Unfortunately, BDSM was sometimes the breeding ground for abusers. It was the negative of this lifestyle. For the majority who were stand-up people and took their roles as Dom’s or Domme’s seriously, there were just as many who only wanted to get into BDSM for violence. They would come to a club spurting that they were a Dom, or a sadist, and the next thing we know some poor sub is in a domestic violence situation.
This was why we took our research so seriously. It didn’t mean that we were able to prevent it all of the time, some still managed to slip through. But for the most part, our clientele were people who truly were a part of the lifestyle.
“Well finish the checks on him, if we need to, we can ask Coltrane to do a more in-depth look into him.”
Coltrane was one of my closest friends who just happened to work for the AJE Authority, the supernatural police force. I didn’t like to ask him to do background checks on our clients very often, but sometimes there were occasions, as like with Trevor Daniels where we just needed to have that little bit of confirmation.
“Is there anyone else?” I asked.
Freya nodded her head. “Yeah, we had a middle join up. Her name is Nova, a human.”
My eyes widened. Humans weren’t regular at KINK. I was a bear shifter, so the club tended to attract more supernaturals. Not that I was against having humans at the club. I was all-inclusive. If they were in the lifestyle that was all that mattered.
“A middle. God, it’s been so long since we had one join. It will be awesome to see that room being used.”
