She catches her lip in her teeth with a short little cry and nods, her cheeks already flushed so red. "I do, I want that, to...to be pushed and played with and..."

Rosie stops, swallowing hard, wrestling a little with the choice in a way that adds to the ache already building within her. "And to be used, Nick. I want you to play with me and use me, h-however you want."