Chapter Fifteen
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All three of us are buzzing. Not just from the concert, which was awesome, but because our girl is on her way to us right now. We sent the car to pick her up at 11:00 PM sharp. It’ll take her about thirty minutes to get here.
We’ve been planning this little surprise for several weeks. We wanted to do something special, something unforgettable, to celebrate our first anniversary. If there’s one thing we’ve learned in the last year, it’s that our girl has a naughty side—something we’re more than willing to explore with her. Club Sin is the next level and the perfect place for us to indulge our fantasies.
Theo, Noah, and I have never done anything like this before. I can’t imagine doing it with anyone other than Maggie. She’s truly the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Her love hasn’t wiped my past clean. It doesn’t work like that. But it sure as hell has made it a lot easier to face my demons. Maggie loves me exactly as I am. That’s worth more to me than anything else in this world.
We were greeted at the door by a mountain of a man—he must have been almost seven feet tall—who later divulged that he’s one of the owners. By all accounts, there are five of them—four men and a woman. They all live together and opened a club that would cater to all manners of sexual kink in a safe and clean environment.
Which is how Club Sin was born ten years ago, according to the friendly guy behind the bar—another of the club’s owners. I must admit, the place isn’t at all what I expected. The converted warehouse has been tastefully restored, with the long antique bar taking up one side of the lounge area, giving it a classy yet relaxed vibe.Couches and chairs covered in rich fabrics and low tables that match the bar add warmth and charm to the room.
Once we had our drinks, we were led down a long hallway, illuminated by red lights, by another mountain of a man who looked like he could bend steel with his bare hands. I’m guessing anyone who steps out of line in this place has their ass handed to them and never returns. Our guide led us to the room we chose for tonight’s little surprise and left us to await the main attraction.
Maggie.
Maggie’s face is a treat as she enters Room Eight at Club Sin. She looks mouth-watering in the black cocktail dress and killer heels that we chose for her. The dress hugs her curves in all the right places and makes her tits look fucking edible.
Her eyes scan the room, becoming wider and wider as she takes everything in. There are hooks, shackles, chains, leather straps, a stockade, and a bed contained in a cage.
“Are you serious?” she breathes.
“Don’t you like it?” Noah asks uncertainly.
“Um, I’m not sure what half of it is!” she laughs.
“It’s all for you, baby,” I say, pulling her against me and giving her a lingering kiss. “We know what our dirty girl likes, so we thought we’d give you a little treat tonight. Happy anniversary.”
Maggie blushes at my words. It’s one of the things I love about her—that I can still make her blush after a year together. The woman is sweetness personified. Until she’s naked and begging one—or all—of us to fuck her.
And tonight is all about her. Our way of showing her how much she means to us. How much joy and pleasure she’s brought into our lives.
“We’ve planned the next few hours for our mutual pleasure,” I say, pulling back to look at her. “We know you’ve been fantasizing about being tied up, so that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Do you trust us with your pleasure?”
Maggie nods, her gorgeous blue eyes fixed on mine. “Always.”
My chest swells. “Good. Your safe word is ‘red.’ If anything gets too much or you want us to stop, just say the word, and we’ll stop. If you can’t speak, for any reason,” I pause to give her a wicked grin, ‘shake your head three times, and we’ll stop. Is that clear?”
I can feel Maggie quivering in my arms, but it’s not through fear. I can see the nervous excitement in her eyes.
“Yes,” she murmurs.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Noah and Theo starting to strip off their clothes.
I lean in, claiming Maggie’s mouth in a deep kiss, tangling my tongue with hers while my hands move to the zipper of her dress.
“You look like a fucking goddess tonight,” I mutter, trailing kisses down her neck.
“You make me feel like a goddess,” she moans as her dress pools at her feet.
I stand back to take a look at her in just the skimpy red underwear and killer heels we chose for her. “Fucking hell, how did we get so lucky? You’re every man’s wet dream.”
Maggie shakes her head, her eyes full of love as they flit between us. “Just three men.”
I swallow hard. How does she keep doing that? Slaying me with her words?
I take her hand and lead her to a piece of equipment fixed to one of the walls. “This is called a St. Andrew’s Cross.” I indicate the smooth, varnished planks of wood arranged in an X-shape with wrist and ankle shackles. I give her a smirk. “Wanna give it a try?”