Not So Delicate ||18+

Zachary ~93~

WARNING: toys (floggers, dildo, vibrators, gags, nipple clamps), daddy, sir, overstimulation, slight knife kink, triple penetration (oral and vaginal), slight pain kink, degradation, praise, slight breath control, face sitting, handjobs, blowjobs.

Seeing her like this, all tied up, bound, gagged, and unable to do anything, awakened a part of me that I refused to let out.

There was a dynamic, and it had to remain that way. It's how we've worked for these past years. My role was the soft dominant.

But fuck do I feel like being the opposite.

Atticus was the one who would tame our girl, be the rough one, leave her trembling, and watch as she ran to Cal or me for a bit of gentleness.

He was fine with it. Used to it. Every submissive we've had either didn't like him or liked him too much. One of us was always left in the dirt.

But Brooklyn...

My eyes fall on her again, watching her body thrash due to the vibrator in her. Atticus was caressing her skin with a flogger, leaving small red welts.

She was the only one who didn't take preference. She was the only one who didn't talk about us behind our backs. And I have to admit, around the start of our relationship, I did feel a little jealous. It had seemed like she loved Atticus more than she did us. And him being the first to tell her he loved her was the cherry on top.

She was beside me in bed when I was thinking of that.. so I asked her. She rolled over with wide eyes before laughing her ass off. She kissed me and told me she loved me and the rest the same amount. In her eyes, none of us are better than the other.

And then I fucked her.

"Zach," Callan called out, making me snap out of it. I look at the scene, my brow quirking at the absolute mess our girl had made. She was shaking and thrashing, her cum leaking down her legs along with the results of her squirting.

It was odd for her to squirt but when she did, the lovely red that painted her body made my mouth water. I gently ran my fingertips down her side, making her let out a cute noise. Her thighs were trembling, and the heels she wore weren't doing her justice.

But damn it, she looked good.

Her drool was dripping down her chin and neck, her lips quivered against the gag and her chest rose and fell heavily. I walk over to the chest of drawers filled with all sorts of fun items. I grab the nipple clamps and a light weight, knowing they weren't healed enough for anything heavier.

I walk over and pull her bra down, kissing both of her nipples before placing the clamps on her piercings, making her whimper. I place the weight and back up, watching as Atticus swishes the flogger, making the leather tentacles wrap around her breasts. She lets out a soft sob, her ankles wobbling.

I kiss her neck softly. My fingers teased her skin, feeling as she squirmed and squealed as another orgasm hit her.

"Tell me, how many times have you come already?" I whisper into her ear, enjoying the soft noises she makes. This is what I adored. When she's so overwhelmed with pleasure that not even her noises can grow loud.

A tiny little mouse.

She mumbles something, blocked by the gag. I chuckle and bite her shoulder, hearing her squeal and thrash against me. I lick the bite and grab the ball gag, forcing her head back to watch as she swallows.

Soft dominant.

I release her and clench my jaw slightly, my eyes catch the slight wetness on her cheeks. The tears that the blindfold didn't soak in.