He says it like that and it hits a little differently than before, a reframing that clicks something new into place within her head. Nothing bad, nothing unkind, or cruel--she'd made that clear at the start, and even though they're so caught up in it now Rosie's distantly aware of how carefully he's holding to that--just different.

"I do," she says, her words a gasping exhale as he plows into her. "For you, N-Nick. I like being filthy for you, I want to be filthy for you, have you t-take me like...like this, or tie me up, or tell me what to do..."