Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Callan ~79~

WARNING: Oral sex (male and female receiving), bondage (ropes, handcuffs, leather belt), edging, brat taming, double penetration.

Long one so be aware!

I have been designing a room for Brooklyn for a few weeks now, the planning and designing were delayed when she was taken but I've finally finished it. I was going to surprise her with it for Christmas but it seems the little curious monkey in her has already found the room.

The space was dark and smelt of wood filling the air. I scanned the room in the dark, feeling the presence of Atticus and Zachary split up to search for her. I didn't turn the lights on yet, enjoying the thrill of the moment.

"If you come out now, I'll lessen your punishment." Atticus said. His tone was serious but his intentions weren't, feeling a shift in the air, I quickly turned around to see a silhouette moving before freezing. I grin and step towards her, watching as she booked it for the door. Before she could get there though, Zachary grabbed her by her tied wrists. Thank God she wasn't going to spoil her gift.

"Where do you think you're going?" He chuckled, keeping her pinned to him as she groaned and tried to release herself. Somehow, she managed to slip one of her wrists out of her bonds. We all freeze when she hisses softly and stops fighting. "What's wrong?"

"The rope burned me..." She whimpered, making all of us immediately go into alert mode. Zachary releases her other hand to check her wrist but the second he does, she lets out an evil giggle and runs out of the room. We stand there in shock for a moment before Atticus groans and actually runs after her.

She didn't get too far before Atticus grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall.

"You want to keep acting up? By the time we're done with you, you'll think twice about being a little brat." He growls into her ear, pressing her further into the wall. She huffs and rolls her eyes.

"You always-" She starts but Atticus grabs her throat, forcing her head back against his shoulder.

"Did I give you permission to speak? No. This is your second strike, baby." He warns her, keeping her from speaking. She whines softly and tries to get out of his grip. "My room, on your knees. If you disobey so help me I'll make your pussy weep for mercy."

He lets go of her and steps away, watching as she pouts slightly before walking to his room. I couldn't help but smirk at her.

"Walk slowly." I say, wanting to get a good view of her ass as she walked. She huffs and crosses her arms, continuing to walk but this time a little slower. Atticus was staring at her, his eyes on fire and his body rigid. He sighed and turned to us once she was in his room. "What are you gonna do with her?"

"Well, for starters, she's not the only one being tied up tonight." He says, making me shake my head with a chuckle.

"No. Tonight is only her and you, we're the helpers." I huff, I knew I would have to get tied up but right now?

"I have a plan and you being tied up is part of it." Atticus smirks, crossing his arms. We hear a little commotion going on in the room making us turn our attention to the room. "You better be on your knees in there."

I couldn't help but chuckle, practically hearing her eye-roll from out here. I sigh and reluctantly give in. nodding my head softly. At that, we all walk into the room and see her on her knees, gnawing and biting at the rope on her wrist, trying to take it off. I snort softly at the sight. And oh boy, what a sight it was.

Atticus walks over to her and grabs her face, saying things to her under his breath, only for her to hear. Her eyes flash with something before she grumbles something, shutting up immediately before looking at him for permission to speak. I smile and walk over to Atticus' drawer, opening it and taking out the longest rope he had in there.