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the cushy sheltered way of life was really no fun

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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"You're assuming that it's only your ass I'm going to spank, Wilson," he says, reaching for the blindfold again and unceremoniously slipping it over her eyes before he gets off the bed, going to the drawer where he keeps the toys that he and Sabrina bought.

"Of course it is, what else would you--" Rosie gasps as the blindfold is pushed down over her eyes, the rest of her silly, naive question forgotten in her surprise at being plunged into darkness again.

The bed jostles a little as Nick gets up. When she hears the sound of some drawer opening and closing a little further away, her stomach flips in uncertain anticipation.

"You'll have to wait and see, won't you?" says Nick, grabbing a pair of restraints out of the drawer and moving back over to the bed. He shifts Rosie where he wants her, on her back on the bed, arms up over her head, fastening one wrist and then the other to the bedframe. She's still draped in the blanket, and he leaves it like that for a moment.

"Won't really be seeing much of anything, Nick." She shouldn't say that, she knows, but there are times it's far too difficult to resist needling him. She braces, just slightly, for the punishment she half-expects is coming. "But I'll be patient."

His hands are just as firm and insistent as before, moving her into place. Still a little pliant after having come so hard, Rosie moves easily, even obediently, and once the restraints are locked around her wrists and attached to the bedframe, she pulls at them, the motion half struggle, half curiosity.

Once he's got her settled, he reaches up and tweaks one of her nipples.

"Remember what I told you about that tone, Rosie. Unless you're angling for a spanking already?"

She startles at the pinch, her back arching briefly before she settles again. "N-no, Nick," she says, her tone a little softer and easier. "I haven't forgotten. I'm sorry, I'll be good."

"We'll see how long you can keep them up for," he says, slapping the back of her thigh. "Spread your legs, Rosie. You know what I want to see."

The slap is both unexpected and stinging enough to make her yelp, the sound short and louder than Rosie entirely intended. "I'll try my best, Nick," she says shakily. That faint indifference in his tone, the way he doesn't sound quite sure if she'll stay as docile and pleasant as he wants, all of it combines to make Rosie all the more committed to being as good as she can...if only to prove him wrong. "I promise."

With that--and still blushing hard, as always--she slides her legs apart, wide enough to expose her flushed and still-slick cunt.

"That's it," says Nick, grinning down at her, knowing that she can't see him. "That's how I expect them to stay, unless I tell you otherwise. Understood?"

"Understood," she says, her hair making a soft sound against the bed as she nods. "I won't move, until...until you say."

She has no idea when that will be, where he is, what he's even doing or planning to do with her, and it makes her dizzy with a wanton sort of apprehension. It's so perfect.

"I think I might play with pain a little bit, Rosie," he says. "See what you like, what you don't. Remind you who you belong to, right now." He bends his head and licks a stripe along her exposed cunt.

Her hips buck at the feeling of his tongue against her, and it takes some effort to keep her legs as spread as he's asked of her. "O-okay, Nick," she says, tipping her head forward even as she knows she won't be able to see him. "We can...I'll let you know what I like and what I don't. Using the traffic lights, right? Red, green, amber."

She lets the recitation, the reminder of the ways in which she can slow or stop or encourage whatever they end up doing, ease her a little further into the situation.

"That's right, babe," he says, staying sprawled where he was for a moment, licking at her, holding her spread with his fingers. "You taste amazing, Wilson."

Nick keeps going, licking at her, teasing in the way he knows drives her out of her mind. Rosie digs her heels into the mattress a little, toes curling and thighs already shaking a bit with the effort of keeping herself still and open for him.

"St-still feels strange to say thank you to something like that, Nick," she gasps. "But I'm...it's good you think so."

"I can feel how wet you are, Rosie," he says, pressing his finger into her, starting to fuck her with it. "I know how into this you are. How much you like being tied down like this."

Her blush returns almost all at once, hearing that--and more so, knowing the truth of it. "I shouldn't, Nick," she moans, her head falling back against the bed as his finger slides into her. "I shouldn't let you do this at all, tie me up or blindfold me or m-make me get onto all fours when you...but I do let you, I have today, and I want you to do it again."

Rosie whimpers, her hips starting to rock in time with the thrust of Nick's finger. "Because...because I'm yours."

He presses another finger into her, fucking her smoothly with them, kissing her belly with slick lips.

"Imagine doing this with me and Sabrina," he says. "Imagine us both here with you."

For just a moment, she does. Thinks of Nick positioned exactly as he is right now, his hand working steadily between her legs, the brush of his lips along her belly and the heat of his breath against her skin; imagines sitting up with Sabrina at her back, her slim, nimble hands cupped over her breasts as she kisses her way along her neck. Rosie's head spins again, the build of her orgasm growing just that much stronger and harder to ignore.

"It'd be so much," she moans, even as her head's moving in another of those frantic nods. "Being...played with by both of you, h-having you both do what you wanted to me." She swallows hard, her face so hot it feels as though she's on fire, some incandescent mix of humiliation and desire.

"Being...being both of yours. Y-your Rosie."

"We talked about it," he says, still fucking her with his fingers, leaning up to lick across her nipple, teasing with the edges of his teeth. "Sabrina and I. What we'd do to you. How we'd share you." He grins. "She was quite taken by the idea of sitting on your face."

"What on earth, Nick?" she blurts out, her shock momentarily burning through the building pleasure and sensation she'd begun to sink into. "How would that..." Unthinkingly, her legs slide just a little further closed.

He nips at her then, catching her nipple so briefly in his teeth; the surprise of it makes her moan, loud and almost breathless. "I wouldn't know wh-what to do, if she did that."

"Good thing we'd be there to teach you, then, isn't it?" says Nick, nudging her thighs apart again, still fucking her with his fingers. "It's a misnomer, really. She wouldn't actually be sitting on you. Just...putting certain things within perfect reach of your mouth."

His cock twitches at the thought.

The nudge to her thigh is maybe gentler than she deserves, given how she'd slipped out of position so thoughtlessly. She moves her legs apart once more, her hips still rocking as Nick fingers her. When he explains a little more, those few obscene details of what Sabrina has said she wants at some future date, Rosie can't keep herself from picturing it. Sabrina perched above her, wanting her in this specific way; how she might sound, as Rosie did her best to give her what she asked for. How she might taste.

"Oh, that'd be..." she moans, another pleasant shudder running through her. "I'd need you both to teach me, i-it's true. So I could do it right, be as good at it as she'd want me to be. So..so I could make her come, like that."

"There's a lot of things that we need to teach you," says Nick, slowly pulling his fingers out of her and moving up her body until he's lying next to her. "Now," he murmurs, brushing his slick fingers against her lips. "Suck those clean."

She'd been so close to the edge, so close to tipping over into coming, that when Nick's fingers slide out of her the loss feels nearly overwhelming. "Please," she whines, momentarily shameless and squirming and not at all the kind of obedient girl he wants her to be, before she pulls herself together once more.

"I...I mean, yes, Nick," she says, breathing hard and feeling the bed move as Nick slides up next to her. "You'll have to teach me so much, I know hardly anything at all, but...I want to learn." Rosie knows she's blushing at that, as hard or harder as she'd blushed at so many things already, but the heat of it is just another constant sensation right now; something that she's almost used to. "I want to learn h-how to be good."

His fingers press against her lips, smearing those slick traces of herself along her mouth, and the humiliation of it nearly makes her sob. Breathing out a long, shaky breath, she opens her mouth to accept them.

It's totally intoxicating, seeing her squirm like that, seeing her want like that. He presses his fingers into her mouth, smiling when she starts to suck them, shifting the to fuck her mouth with them for a moment before he pulls them out again.

"Tell me the kind of things you think you need to learn, Rosie. For me and Sabrina."

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