Heartstrings: The Complete Collection

15. Tanner

Chapter 15

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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 was 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?”

She returns my smile and answers me by moving into position and raising her arms. I secure her wrists before doing the same to her ankles, standing back to look at my handiwork. Her arms are stretched above her, her legs spread open as the restraints hold her in place. I watch as her chest rises and falls in jerky breaths, her tits jiggling with each movement as they threaten to spill from her strapless, lacy bra. My eyes wander further down, seeing the damp patch from her pussy staining the material of her thong.

“Well, well, if our naughty girl isn’t already wet and ready for us,” Theo smirks, coming to stand in front of her completely naked.

I quickly rid myself of my clothes, my cock angling up and pointing straight at Maggie. He knows who he belongs to.

Noah grabs two vibrating wands from one of the shelves and slathers them with lube before handing one off to Theo. They switch them on, cranking them up to the highest setting.

Noah unclips Maggie’s bra and peels it away so that her heavy breasts spill out. Using the tip of the wand, he massages it over her breasts, teasing around her nipples. Meanwhile, Theo has moved her panties aside to expose her wet pussy, tapping the vibrator against her clit.

Maggie gasps, pulling at her restraints. He does it again, and she shudders. He does it a third time, just as Noah suckles one nipple while sliding the tip of the vibrator over the other. Maggie’s moans become louder as Theo keeps the wand in place against her clit, and just when it seems like she’s going to come, he pulls it away.

“Please,” Maggie begs, her breathing coming in short pants.

“You don’t get to come until we say,” I tell her, fisting my cock in my hand and giving it a few firm strokes.

“Oh, God,” she huffs, her body jerking uselessly in her restraints.

“I think she’s a little too loud,” Theo says, raising an eyebrow at Noah.

Noah selects a ball gag from another shelf and walks back toward Maggie. He leans in, kissing her tenderly. As he pulls away, he places the gag in her mouth and fastens the clasp behind her head. Theo places the wand against her clit again, causing her to let out a loud moan through the gag.

“I want inside our woman,” I say, watching Maggie writhe in sweet torture.

Maggie mumbles something that sounds a lot like ‘please,’ her eyes begging me to give her what she craves.

I don’t wait. Theo and Noah move aside as I move in front of her and rip her panties from her body. She’s positioned perfectly on the cross, allowing me to slide inside her in one solid thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she moans again around the gag.

“Fuck, you always feel so good, baby,” I grunt, pulling all the way out and thrusting inside her again.

Maggie’s tits jiggle with each forceful jerk of my hips as I slam inside her, my fingers digging into her hips to brace her. The angle of penetration allows me to hit her sweet spot with each pass, and it only takes seconds before she’s coming around my cock. Her cunt clamps down on me, milking the cum from my balls into her pulsing channel.

Theo and Nate release Maggie’s wrists and ankles from the restraints, and I remove her gag, taking her weight as she slumps against me, breathing hard. I swing her up into my arms, cradling her close as I carry her to the chaise lounge and lay her gently on it.

“Okay, baby?” I ask, feathering kisses over her face.

Her eyes open, still drowsy with passion. “More than okay. I love you,” she whispers, pulling my head down for her kiss.

“I love you, too. More than anything,” I grunt, my throat thick with emotion.

Theo appears behind me, and I move away, giving him his turn with our woman.