the cushy sheltered way of life was really no fun

[forthsofar]

She's kept quiet about it. Not because of any worry or concern, not because she feels as though she's done anything wrong--indeed, in a way this feels the furthest thing from incorrect. There's just been a lot to think about, thoughts and feelings and needs that she's been turning over in her head and trying to parse out on her own before she brings them up with either Nick or Sabrina. She'll need to, because they're the cause of it all, the ones that sparked that odd blossoming warmth within her as they asked questions that held just the barest edge of command behind them.

It could be that she's understanding it all wrong, her relative inexperience turning words murmured in the heat of passion into something that feels more weighty than it is. But somehow, she doesn't think so. Whether she's misunderstood or not, though, Rosie wants to be sure of herself, and sure of what she wants. As she'd been told before, so many times, that's the only way this works.

After a few days of thought, she's ready to open the conversation, and given that they already had plans this afternoon, Nick seems the perfect person to start with. Settled on his couch and entwined under a blanket, they watch--well, mostly--the season premiere of that awful witch show Nick had fallen in love with during his convalescence, the both of them laughing and shouting things at the screen. Once it's over, Rosie reaches for the remote control, clicking the television off.

"Nick," she says softly, a flutter of uncertainty starting up in the pit of her stomach, something she tries to ignore. She turns in his arms until she can press a kiss to his mouth. "Could I...there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Realizing how that might sound only once it's out, her eyes widen, just slightly. "Something...I think it's something good, I promise."

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[forthsofar]

Her body betrays her almost the moment he starts fondling her; another blossom of heat and want between her legs, the way she squirms unthinkingly into the touch instead of away. Her jaw tenses, just for a moment, and she breathes out a slow, careful breath.

"They get...they get spanked, Nick."

[awickedtime]

"They do," he says and then he slaps her ass. It takes him a moment to find a rhythm, hitting her hard enough to sting, but not too hard.

[forthsofar]

Rosie lets out a sharp little cry at the first slap, her head snapping up and an expression of pure shock on her face. He goes carefully, never hitting too hard; by the time he pauses, she's squirming on his lap from the sting.

[awickedtime]

"Think you've learned your lesson, Rosie?" He asks, fondling and pinching at her reddened, heated skin.

[forthsofar]

She can't help whining a little as he touches her, her ass all the more sensitive after the spanking he'd given her. The one she'd earned, and knows she'd deserved. "Y-yes, Nick," she says quietly. "I'll be good. I'll...I'll do what you say."

She pauses, as much to blow out a gentle upward stream of air to try (unsuccessfully) to get some of her hair out of her face as to give herself the space to weigh her feelings. They'd pushed past another boundary, one that feels important; when she speaks again, it's with more steadiness than before. "That's...it's still a green light, if you're wondering."

[awickedtime]

"Good girl," he says, smoothing a steadying hand along her spine. "Now get back on the bed and spread your ass like I asked for."

[forthsofar]

"Okay," she says, relaxing under his steadying touch for a minute before she gets off his lap. Though still a little unsteady, Rosie moves back onto all fours on the bed, then leans down to press her cheek to the mattress, Nick's sheets soft against her face.

"Reach back and...and spread for you, right?" she asks, hands already behind her. Her face has never been this hot, her stomach never this knotted with humiliation. Carefully, she spreads her ass for him, then holds as still as she's able to.

[awickedtime]

"That's it," says Nick. "That's perfect." He stands up, stripping off his shirt and starting to unzip his jeans. "I should make you hold it just like that while I fuck you."

[forthsofar]

The thought of it, the humiliation of it, sends a cold shudder running down her back. Rosie can't help--can't stop--letting out a quiet, breathy sob, even as she's nodding, her hair making a soft sound against the covers.

"If that's h-how you want me to be good for you, I'll do it."

[awickedtime]

He doesn't want to push her too far too quick, but he does make her hold the position for a moment longer.

"Get on your back instead," he says, finishing stripping himself off and getting onto the bed with her.

[forthsofar]

The relief that floods through her, hearing that, is almost overwhelming. "Yes, Nick," she says, letting go of herself and turning to lie back on the bed. "Thank you."

Once settled, feeling the bed dip and sway as he climbs in, she slides her legs a little further apart.

[awickedtime]

"Wider," he says, slapping her thigh. "And then spread yourself with your hands."

[forthsofar]

"Of course," she murmurs, trying to be good despite the way her mouth's gone dry and her face is still burning. After spreading her legs wide enough that she can feel a faint stretch in her hips, Rosie reaches down with trembling hands to put her cunt on better display.

As she does, she can feel how wet she is already, how slick, and she moans.

[awickedtime]

She spreads like that and it's obvious how wet she is, how much she's enjoying this. No place to hide.

Nick arranges himself at the foot of the bed, knowing she can't see him because of the blindfold and starts to idly stroke his cock.

"Finger yourself. Put on a show for me."

[forthsofar]

With the blindfold on, all he is in this moment is a voice, a presence telling her what to do. It's horrible. It's wonderful. It's nothing she expected, and everything she so shamefully knows she wants again and again.

She nods again, another quick and obedient bob of her head, then starts teasing a fingertip against her clit, light touches that make her gasp and squirm against the bed. It's not quite what he wants, she knows; after a few minutes, she slides that finger inside her, starting to fuck herself slowly.

[awickedtime]

He watches her follow his instruction, watches the look on her face when she does.

"What are you doing, Rosie? Describe it."

[forthsofar]

Every time she thinks she's reached the peak of how hard she can blush, he says something, asks something, that pushes it just that little bit higher. Rosie whines softly, displeased and already well aware she's going to answer him.

"I'm...I'm touching myself, Nick. Fingering myself, a-and putting on a show. Because you want me to."

[awickedtime]

"Fingering your what, Rosie?" He says, barely holding back his amusement. "Be specific."

[forthsofar]

"Don't laugh at me, Nick," she whines, even as her hand keeps moving between her legs. "I'm...I'm...you really are going to make me say it, aren't you?"

Turning her face to the side, she lets out another slow, shaky breath. "I'm...fingering my c-cunt, Nick. Because you want me to." Once it's said, voiced into the open air, she starts to press a second finger inside herself, biting her lip at the way it feels.

[awickedtime]

"If you keep up that tone of voice, I'll make you finger your ass instead." It's an empty threat, but he can't resist seeing her reaction to it.

[forthsofar]

Rosie goes immediately, tremblingly still. If it hadn't been for the blindfold, that gentle pressure against her eyelids, her eyes might have widened. "Then...then we'd be done, Nick," she says. "That'd be a red light."

[awickedtime]

"Noted," he says, and he reaches out to squeeze her calf, reassuring. "Roll over, Rosie. Stick your ass in the air."

[forthsofar]

"Thank you," Rosie says, breathing a little easier after that squeeze to her leg.

She stays where she is for another moment, letting the last fluttering bits of her nervousness and uncertainty fade away, then takes her hand from between her legs and rolls onto her stomach. Spreading her legs, she pushes herself up, angling her hips and putting herself on display once more.

[awickedtime]

"I think I'm going to fuck you like this," says Nick, leaning over to grab a condom from the bedside table and then shifting to kneel behind her. "What do you think of that? How does it make you feel?"

[forthsofar]

She can hear the sound of the drawer opening and closing, feel the way the bed dips and sways as he moves, all of it making her stomach flip--though not entirely unpleasantly.

"Nick, you couldn't," she says, instinctively turning her head a bit in his direction despite the blindfold, the motion pathetic and seeking. "Not...not like this, with me positioned like this, all...it's filthy."