He smacks her and her hips jolt, which she almost expected. Less so, the faint grunt that wells up from within her, an undignified sound that makes her all the more embarrassed. "I know everything's on show, Nick," she says. "That's...that's what's so humiliating about it. I feel like...well, not the sort of girl I'm supposed to be, I can say that much."

Rosie squirms, faint shifts of her hips, none of them enough to put her out of position. She thinks she knows what he wants her to say, and knows that when she does, it'll be the truth.

"Y-yes, Nick," she says quietly after another long pause. "I want to know what it feels like, to...have you like this."