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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[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."

[awickedtime]

"But you're so available like this, babe," says Nick, landing a smart smack on her ass. "Everything on show, everything right there. Admit it - you want to know how it feels."

[forthsofar]

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."

[awickedtime]

The grunt is good, and Nick slaps her again before he shifts behind her, fingers wrapped around his cock to rub it against the slick furrow of her cunt. Teasing them both.

"You just need to decide what kind of good girl you want to be, Rosie."

[forthsofar]

She tries, and fails, to hold back another grunt the next time he hits her. "I want to be good for you, Nick," she says, because no matter how deep her blush at what he's making her do, it's the truth. "I...I like it when I'm good for you."

Feeling the rub of his cock, she trembles, letting out a soft and shuddering moan.

[awickedtime]

"Let me hear you beg for it, Rosie," he says, still rubbing himself against her, almost but not quite slipping inside her. She's so wet it would be the easiest thing in the world. "Let me hear you beg for my cock."

[forthsofar]

The idea of being that shameless, especially with how he already has her positioned, knocks her speechless once more. She'd taken a step over that threshold already, letting slip the sort of vulgar word she'd never thought she'd have cause to know let alone use, and to go just that bit further seems both far too easy and unthinkably obscene.

As she stays quiet, struggling with the order, Nick keeps teasing her, the rub of his cock promising so much but never quite delivering. It's nearly enough to drive her out of her head--and just enough to start tipping her into further obedience. "Nick, please," she says at last, squirming back against him. "Please, I need...I need to feel you like this. I-inside me, while I'm o-on display like this."

[awickedtime]

"Tell me what you want, where," says Nick, biting back a smile. "And I'll let you have it. I promise."

[forthsofar]

"Why are you going to make me say it again?" she says, that impertinent whine back once more. "Nick, I'm already...you have me spread out and you're teasing me like that and you know what I want and I've tried to be so good, please."

Blushing scarlet, she bites her lip hard, then gives in. She was always going to. "I want...I want your cock, Nick." Another pause, another internal struggle. "I want it in my c-cunt."

[awickedtime]

Grinning at that, Nick starts to slide his cock into her, one inch at a time.

"Next time, I think I'll tie you up too," he says, holding onto her hips to keep her still.

[forthsofar]

She moans again, feeling the press of him against her and that slow, near-torturous slide. His hands are tight on her hips, tight enough that she can't squirm as much as she might want; the realization makes another needy, confusing something spark within her, when taken in combination with the things he's saying.

"You could, Nick," she gasps, her hands starting to curl against the sheets. "If I wasn't...wasn't good, if I didn't stay where you put me."

[awickedtime]

Nick starts to fuck her, a slow, steady rhythm, his hands on her hips tight enough to bruise. "On your back, hands over your head. Still blindfolded," he say. "You'd like that, right? You know you would."

[forthsofar]

"Yes," she whimpers, an immediate, honest answer. "I don't want to like it, but...but I would. Tied up, not able to see what you were doing, just t-taking it. Whatever you wanted of me."

[awickedtime]

"We'll add it to the list of things you obviously really like," he says, starting to fuck her harder now, keeping his hands on her hips. "Tell me how it feels, Rosie. Let me hear you."