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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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"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."

She lets out a muffled groan of surprise as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her mouth, the motion slight and only a little rough but undeniably there. Rosie had tasted herself before, in that filthy kiss she'd shared with Sabrina, but that had been nothing more than a hint; this, now, is a dizzying, shameful flood.

Nick withdraws his fingers, and she pants for a minute, getting her breath back enough to answer him appropriately. "I'm sure you both h-have your own ideas, Nick," she says, because even as overwhelmed as she is she knows that's true. "Better ones, maybe, than I do. But...but I think you'll want to teach me how to do as I'm told without objecting, or how to put myself on display for you, or show off for you."

It's a little too vague, a little lacking; Rosie makes herself keep talking, trying to unearth a few more substantial examples to show how eager she is to comply with what he's asked. "Or make you feel good, make you come by...by using my mouth on you. Letting Sabrina...letting her..." Rosie grits her teeth a moment, makes herself say it. "Letting her sit on my face."

"Oh, now, that's an idea," he says, tweaking one of her nipples with fingers still slick from her mouth. "Maybe I should take some time to teach you how to suck my cock."

It's something she'd learned ways to avoid doing, in that past and best-forgotten relationship of hers. How to twist coyly away from David's insistent, pressing hand on her head as they made out on his couch or in his car; that quick mental scramble for other things she could suggest or parts of herself she could reveal to divert his attention to more endurable channels. She doesn't want to do that here, and knows she'll never have to, not with Nick and all his infinite, adoring patience.

That's why when he so readily picks up on the idea, using it as another gentle nudge at her boundaries, Rosie doesn't even feel a flicker of the distaste she'd once felt so strongly. "You should, Nick," she says, crying out a little as his spit-slick fingers pinch her nipple. "So I know how to do it right, so I know how you l-like it. Just...when you do, just please go slowly with it. I know you will, I just...I need to s-say that, I'm sorry."

"I'd need you on your knees for that, though, wouldn't I?" says Nick, still playing with her nipple, twisting it between his fingers, pulling lightly, stretching it just a little. "Hands still tied, blindfold still on, but on your knees for me..."

"You'd leave me blindfolded?" she asks, the words lined with a genuine flash of shock. "And tied up? I'd...that'd be so humiliating, Nick."

He pinches at her nipples, tugging at them in a way that gets her whimpering and squirming against the bed, the slight ache nudging her a little further into compliance. "But I...I'd do that for you, Nick. If you want me like that." She swallows hard. "Blindfolded, a-and bound, and on my knees for you."

"It'd be really humiliating," says Nick, who's experienced similar things himself, knows how they feel. "But I suspect you like that, don't you, Rosie? More than you'd probably like to admit, anyway."

Rosie can feel her face grow warm again, and knows she's blushing hard; some deep scarlet flush that she's almost pathetically glad she's not able to see. "Yes, Nick," she says, the words coming out as little more than a whisper. She makes herself nod. "I don't want to like it, but I do."

"Shall we try it, Rosie?" he asks, stroking his hand along her bare flank, her side. "Shall I put you on your knees?"

She lets out a breathy, helpless little cry as he touches her, the stroke of his hand somehow soothing and possessive all at once. "Yes, Nick," she says, her agreement coming so easily it's shameful. "Please put me where...where you want me."

He leans in, kissing her first, and then shifting to reach up to untie her from the bedframe, leaving her so that her wrists are tied in front of her and then guiding her, first into a sitting position and then off the bed altogether and down onto her knees on the floor in front of him.

"Spread your legs and arch your back."

The trust involved in this makes her heart pound, hard enough that she can feel the thud of it between her legs as Nick guides her into position. She trembles a little, the floor of Nick's bedroom solid beneath her as she kneels, and when he instructs her further she barely hesitates, sliding her legs apart far enough to display the slickness of her cunt.

"Like this?" she asks, still quiet, still good, tilting her head towards the sound of his voice as she arches her back. She's so exposed like this; she knows it, even if she can't see it, and the thought makes her blush even deeper.

"That's it. That's perfect," he says, nudging one knee slightly further apart, leaning down to fondle both tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "Now. Open your mouth."

It makes her so pleased--almost humiliatingly so--hearing him say that, knowing she's gotten it right for him almost perfectly. She moves easily when he nudges her, spreading that little bit wider for him and holding herself in position. When he gropes her, she whines, pressing unthinkingly into the touch of his hands.

"O-okay," she says when he gives her the next order, her face still hot and flushed with the knowledge of what's happening next. She hesitates for only a second, then opens her mouth wide enough to make visible the soft pink of her tongue.

Nick traces the line of her bottom lip with his thumb, dragging it slightly out of shape for a moment. "Wider. And stick out your tongue for me."

The motion of his thumb against her lip is a little rough, something about it feeling as possessive as so many other things he's done to her already. She nods once, just a quick little dip of her head, before she opens her mouth wider and sticks out her tongue.

The awkwardness of it makes her tremble, knowing she's more exposed like this and so much more vulnerable. Knowing, too, that it's nowhere near over yet.

Nick shifts his hips, his fingers curled around his cock and, very carefully, he leans in, sliding the head of his cock against her tongue. "Lick it," he instructs.

Her blush is so strong and hot that it almost makes her dizzy, and the fact she can't see only makes her notice it all the more. The head of Nick's cock is heavy and strange against her tongue; she tries to settle into it as much as she can, trying to stay good for him while she learns how to do this.

Carefully, she licks at his cock, running her tongue along the underside of the head. Blindfolded as she is, she has to trust only in the way things feel, the sweep of her tongue against warm skin, to know whether she's even off to the right kind of start. She moves just slightly, licking around one side of the head and then the other, testing it out even as her face flames with humiliation.

"That's it," he says, his voice soft but firm, encouraging, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other pressed into her hair, not holding her head still but pulling a little, none the less. "Now I want you to suck it. Just the head."

Rosie learned early on how much she likes the feeling of his hand in her hair, that slight pull. Right now is no exception, the curve of his fingers through her curls steadying her and sending a shiver of need down her spine all at once.

She makes a soft, assenting noise, more of an acknowledgement she's heard him than anything else, then slips her mouth over the head of his cock. Keeping her jaw as relaxed as possible, not wanting to even accidentally graze him with her teeth--despite her inexperience, she has a sense that wouldn't be ideal--she sucks at him gently, getting used to the feeling of it.

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