The praise sinks warm and almost comforting in her chest--a feeling dashed only a minute later by the insistent pressure of his hands on her backside, spreading her in a way she'd never felt before. "Nick, what are you..." she blurts out, her tone high and startled.

It takes a moment, one full of effort and a reminder that she can stop this with a word whenever she chooses to, but when she speaks again her voice is quieter, more obedient. Just like the good girl she ought to be for him. "Th-thank you, Nick."