Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Zachary ~49~

Forgot the warning! This one is for this and the other chapter. 

[WARNING: Presenting, edging, orgasm control, vibrator, ignoring needs, nipple clamps, praise, crawling (?), tying, orgasm denial, thigh riding.]

Joshua is dead.

He's fucking dead and we didn't have the privilege to kill him ourselves.

I could tell Callan was mad, he nearly punched my head in when he told me the news. He wasn't mad just because of his death, but because we have more people on our backs. There's someone after Atticus and now creepers are trying to get Brooklyn.

Callan and I finished up our food and cleaned the dishes. I kept trying to lighten his mood but nothing was really helping. Then I told him about how Brooklyn found some of my aphrodisiac chocolates. I hadn't caught her in time before she already stuffed a whole square down her throat.

I had looked away from her for a second to go to the bathroom, when I came back, she was munching on the chocolate while giggling at me. I only hoped she would just nap with me so that she didn't feel anything when it hit.

His mood was somewhat lightened, his thoughts wandering off to think of something, no doubt about Brooklyn.

Then we heard her scream.

The plate I was drying flew out of my hands and shattered on the floor, the knife in Callan's slicing his palm as he threw it in the sink. We ran up the stairs to Brooklyn's room, our hearts racing. We tried to get into the room but it was fucking locked.

I backed up and ran into the door, repeating the action. I cursed under my breath, the door not budging. My shoulder felt like it was about to fall off.

I went to run into it again but Atticus opened it. Immediately, I could feel the dominance radiating off of him. He opens the door wider, letting us see Brooklyn on her knees. Her head hung low.

My heart calmed down making me sigh in relief. I saw Callan's blood drip to the floor, pulling Atticus's attention to it.

"Zachary, you deal with our little brat. She's been very bad." Atticus told me. I watched as Brooklyn's body shifted a little. I walked over to her, placing my finger under her chin, and making her look up at me.

"What's this about you being a bad girl?" I ask, using my soft Dom voice on her for the first time. She looks up at me, giving me a bratty grin. I pout at her, making the smile fade away. "I don't like seeing you be a bad girl. It breaks my heart, do you like breaking my heart?"

She shakes her head softly, biting her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. I loved how responsive she was. I hadn't expected my act to work on her so quickly. Especially since Atticus mentioned about her being a brat. Thank God Atticus let me handle this. If he were to tame her today, she'd be too hurt to learn her lesson. He was still too mad and frustrated.

We agreed that when one of us was too angry, we'd sit out the scene. Right now it would only be me seeing as though Atticus is too mad and Callan is both mad and hurt.

I crouch in front of her, getting on one knee to meet her level. I gently brush my knuckles against her cheek, making her lean into my touch.

"You want to make it up to me?"

She nods.

"Present for me, sweet girl." I whisper, standing to my full height. Atticus and Callan were leaning against the wall, watching us. Callan had his hand wrapped up already.

Brooklyn stands to her feet and starts to remove her clothing. Before she could pull off her shirt, Atticus stopped her. She looks over at him confused.

"My room." He said simply, opening the door and walking out. That's when I remembered her room wasn't as safe anymore. I put my hand on her lower back and led her to Atticus's room. His room was very dark. But not by lighting.

His walls were a black color, streaks of gold sliding through them, matching the pattern of marble. His bed matched the walls. There was a navy blue couch pressed up against one of the walls, where Atticus and Callan took their seats.

I moved Brooklyn to the center of the room where they would be able to see her better. I give her a nod for her to continue removing her clothes. She pulls off her shirt and tugs off her pants, putting them to the side. She slowly removed her bra, revealing her pretty breasts.

She goes to remove her underwear but this time I stop her.

"Leave those on. Braid your hair now." I order, making her look down at the ground shyly. She shifts awkwardly, not making a move to do as I said. "Brooklyn."

"I... don't know how. I never learned to do it on myself..." She says shyly. I smile softly and nod, walking over to her and tugging her hair a little, making her head tilt back. I pull the band out of her hair and braid it quickly, kissing her shoulder softly.

"Go present at Atticus's feet." I order quietly, just for her to hear, making her body tense slightly. I give her a gentle tap on her ass, urging her to do as I say. She walks towards him, her arms fixed in a way to shield her chest. Seeing her get so shy now made a smile grow on my face.

Atticus looks her up and down, watching her as she slowly lowers herself to her knees between his legs. He spreads them a bit more to give her space. She surprised us all with the perfect posture, adding little corrections before we could. She remembered from the first time we told her how.

Atticus reached his hand forward, stroking her cheek softly before gripping her face roughly, making her let out the most adorable noise.

"What happened to the little brat I was with a few minutes ago?" He asked, laying her cheek against his thigh. She stays quiet, closing her eyes as he strokes her cheek. "I don't think we should let you come. I don't think you deserve it."

Her eyes snapped open and she tried to protest but his hand on her face didn't let her move. I quickly walk to my room, grab a few toys, and went back to Atticus's room.

"Lay on the bed, Brooklyn." I order, making her rise from her feet and move over to the bed. She gets into position, pressing her thighs together. I grab her wrists and tie them to the bedposts. Atticus had built on extra things to attach the bounds to.

I made sure the ribbon wasn't too tight but it was secured. She watched as I moved down her body, tucking my hand under her back to fix the ribbon around her chest, tying it in intricate knots that made her breasts stick up further. Once I was done with that, I put the clamps on her nipples, making her whimper. She looks at me with a pout and watery eyes, making me smile at her.

"You're doing such a good job, my girl. You look so pretty being obedient." I say softly, kissing her stomach and breasts. She whimpers softly looking at me with glistening eyes. "What's the matter, baby?"

"Nothing, sorry..." She whispers, looking away from me. I stop my movements and lean down to kiss her softly.

"Talk to me. Is there something you want me to undo? Is it the clamps?" I ask, trying to find out what was wrong. The last thing I wanted was to make this a traumatic experience for her.

"I don't want to do this while he's mad at me..." She whispers, making me smile softly. I kiss her gently, pecking her a few times before untying her wrists.

"Go kiss him and tell him you're sorry." I tell her, helping her up from the bed so that she can go to him. I watch as she walks over to him, climbing into his lap and kissing him softly.

"I never meant for you to get this mad at me. I'm sorry," She whispers against his lips, I can see Callan grinning from ear to ear. Making me shake my head with a smile. "Please forgive me..."

Then everything stopped.

My eyes nearly dropped out of my head at what Atticus whispered to her. But his words weren't as quiet as he hoped they were. Those words were the last words I'd expect to come from him.

"Oh baby, I love you."