Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Atticus ~50~

"Oh baby, I love you." It slipped out. I meant it with every piece of my being, but I didn't want to tell it to her now. Like this.

Did it sound fake? Shit. Did it sound like I was just saying it to make her think I wasn't mad at her?

In reality, I was far from mad now. I was just a little upset, but it didn't stop me from wanting to give the world to her. I just wanted to see her happy. And right now, I was gonna work for her happiness.

I watched as her eyes filled with tears, a look crawling onto her face that I couldn't decipher. It made me panic. The tears that fell freely down her face made me panic even more.

"I'm sorry. I didn't-" I stammer, holding her face in my hands. Callan and Zachary were grinning at each other, speaking with their eyes. On any other occasion, I'd call them weirdos.

"You d-didn't mean it?" She stammered, her voice breaking due to her tears. Her face went bright red in embarrassment, trying to get off my lap. She didn't say it back, and I had a feeling she wouldn't be saying it back anytime soon. I wasn't going to rush her.

"I mean it with everything in my body." I grit out, holding her still on my lap. I look over at Zachary, silently asking if I could take the lead for a second. He nods softly with a smirk. "Even though I love you, it doesn't stop the fact that you still need your punishment. And you've been such a bad girl that you deserve it doubled."

"That's not fair." She pouts, wiping away her tears and looking at me with wet eyes. I quirk a brow at her, looking down at her chest. I look at the intricate knots, my finger fiddling with the little chain, tugging on it quickly. She gasps and lets out a soft cry.

"Not fair? Let's count how many times you were bad. First, you didn't call or text us when that man came to you." I hold up one finger, counting each one on my hand. "Then you refuse to eat."

"But I really wasn't hungry..." She says sadly, pouting at me. Her eyes move over to Callan, who gives her a wink.

"Third, you ignored me and stayed quiet instead of using your words like the good girl you are. Then you proceeded to curse me out." I say, holding up four fingers now. She stares at them before looking at me, opening her mouth to say something, but Callan grips her throat.

"Not a word." He said lowly, making her nod slowly. He releases her and leans back, watching.

"Let's see, oh. Then you act like a brat and scream bloody murder. And that made Zach and Cal worry, and it made Callan slice his hand open." I tell her, watching her eyes fall to his hand and then go to his eyes, mouthing a small 'I'm sorry.' "You see the consequences of your actions now? Now go apologize to Callan."

She crawls off of my lap and into Callan's. He looks up at her and gives her a small smirk, placing his hands on her waist.

"I'm sorry for making you worry." She whispers, looking down at her chest, her pretty eyes widening at all the knots. He inhales softly and looks over her shoulder at Zachary.

"Let me do the tying from now on." He says, making Zachary roll his eyes. To be fair, Cal was the most experienced when it came to knots and tying. He starts to unravel all the knots, keeping his eyes on her face as she watches him. He quickly reties everything. The silk ribbon wrapped around her neck and shoulders, moving down and wrapping around her breasts, encasing them as if they belonged in a museum.

Every part of her belongs in a museum. But she's only ours to look at.

"Brooklyn. Come here." Zachary ordered. I found it amusing how her whole body reacted when he used his daddy Dom voice.

Speaking of. That night I got to fuck her, her little slip-up didn't go unnoticed. Not by me, and not by the others. She nearly called me daddy and I think if she did, I would've fucked her brains out.