That name hits in a way Rosie hadn't expected. It was humiliating, yes, but something that also sends another jolt of heat between her thighs. He'd been right before, when he'd said there was something about being told exactly what you were. She makes a small, muffled whimper around him, then moves her mouth a little further down; still slow and uncertain, but wanting to try, to keep being good.

She stills for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of it, sucking at him as best as she can.