Brooklyn ~78~

                                    

                                          
WARNING: Chasing, restraints (rope), slight spanking, oral (female receiving).
The second I stepped into the house, Atticus had my hands behind my back and my chest pressed to the wall, his breath was warm against my ear as he whispered, his face close to my neck. 
"You're gonna go upstairs, and I want you in the best lingerie you own. In my room, in the bottom right drawer of my dresser, there is a variety of things, you're gonna figure out a way to tie your hands behind your back. Then, you're gonna stand in the corner beside the sofa. If you do not complete these things in the next ten minutes, I will make sure your punishment is worse than it should be." He whispers, his hands rubbing up and down on my waist. 
"You think I'm elastic or what?" I murmur, wondering how in the world I was supposed to tie my hands behind my back by myself. 
"Do you want me to spank you too?" He asks lowly before releasing me, his hands moving my hair away from my neck and unclasping the necklace around my neck. He hands it to me and nods his head towards the stairs, a warning to get going. I wanted to stay just to piss him off but I don't, moving towards the stairs. 
I notice Callan watching us, his eyes staring at me with fire. I falter in my steps, wondering if I could get him to help me out with this situation. He must've read my mind, shaking his head slowly, a small smirk gracing his lips. I deflate a little and continue walking, going up the stairs fast knowing my time was limited. 
I couldn't help but think of what he would do to me. I've been punished once before and the memory is still engraved into me. If he was gonna make me go through that again, I fear I might actually break. No, he was gonna do worse. I already knew I wouldn't come tonight and that was punishment enough.
I didn't know if that scared me or turned me on further, either way, it was going to happen and I wasn't going to complain in the slightest. Eh, I like complaining. 
I made sure the lingerie covered my piercings well. Even with the sticky pads on them, the little bars were still noticeable. How I was going to manage to keep the top on? I don't know. If worse goes to worse, only Atticus will see them. The surprise is mostly for Callan so I won't mind it if he sees them. 
Thinking of it now, if he does see them, I wonder what he'd do to me with that new piece of information... the piercings were still a little sore but they didn't hurt too much like before.
I wrap a robe around me and quickly go down the hall to his room, running into Zachary. He smirks at me and hands me a glass of water. 
"You're going to need it." He says simply. I noticed it was mostly frozen... it would be thawed and still cold by the time we're finished. There was no way it would've frozen this quick even if Atticus had told them from the restaurant. That means they were planning on doing things with me already. I look at him before an idea pops into my mind. 
"Help me... I need you to tie my hands behind my back..." I whisper, suddenly feeling very shy. He chuckles lowly, and reaches out, placing his hand on my head. 
"I'm afraid I can't do that, sweetheart. Atticus warned me you would try this." He grins before kissing my cheek softly and walking away, going back down the stairs. "Oh, you have 4 minutes left."
My eyes widen and my heart drops, I quickly run into Atticus' room, placing the glass down and rummaging through the drawer. There were silk ribbons, red rope, and more things. I grab the red rope, tying it into knots and leaving two spaces for my hands. It wasn't efficient for bounding my hands but it would have to do. I hear heavy footsteps coming my way. 
He was making his way to the room, making sure I heard his footsteps. He normally walked with light and stealthy steps. But no, he wanted me to know he was coming. He wanted me to feel the thrill of what was coming next. And he was victorious. I ran to the corner he told me to go, slipping the rope on one of my wrists and putting my arms behind my back, shimmying my other hand into the last hole.