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]

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."

[awickedtime]

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

[forthsofar]

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."

[awickedtime]

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."

[forthsofar]

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.

[awickedtime]

"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."

[forthsofar]

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.

[awickedtime]

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."

[forthsofar]

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.

[awickedtime]

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.

[forthsofar]

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.

[awickedtime]

"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."

[forthsofar]

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.

[awickedtime]

He could, he realises, watch her doing this for hours, bound and blindfolded on her knees with just the head of his cock in her mouth. His breath catches in a soft shiver.

"That's it, Rosie," he says. "That's beautiful."

[forthsofar]

Every sound he makes is almost amplified as she kneels there in the dark; the shudder of his breath, every warm and murmured bit of encouragement. She keeps her focus on the head for another few minutes, licking and sucking, daring to try different levels of pressure and gentle patterns of her tongue along the sensitive skin. It's all a guess, but from what she can hear she doesn't think she's steered wrong yet.

Slowly, she moves her head a little further down, letting a bit more of his cock slide into her mouth.

[awickedtime]

She does it without being told, slides her mouth further down his cock, and Nick isn't about to stop or correct her. He leans his weight back a little on his free hand and watches, keeping his hips still. "How far down can you get, Rosie?" he asks. "How good a slut do you want to be?"

[forthsofar]

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.

[awickedtime]

"That's it," says Nick, his fingers tangling in her hair to hold her mouth where it is for a moment before he starts to slowly, experimentally rock his hips, pulling almost all of the way out of her mouth before sliding back in against her tongue.

[forthsofar]

Having nearly reached the point where all her nerve and daring tips over into uncertainty, it's easy for Rosie to let Nick take over. She stays obediently still as his hand tightens in her hair, and as he starts to move in a slow slide in and out of her mouth, her cheeks flame with the embarrassment of it.

[awickedtime]

He keeps his thrusts shallow as he fucks her mouth slowly, sliding his cock past her lips. "Finger yourself," he instructs. "Play with your cunt."

[forthsofar]

Rosie lets out a soft moan, but only hesitates for a moment before she's doing her best to comply with her hands still bound. She runs a finger along the furrow of her cunt, teasing herself with light touches to her clit that have her squirming. It's not what he wanted to see, she knows; not playful enough in the way he's demanded. After a few minutes, she shifts her hands enough to press two fingers inside her cunt, her hips starting to roll a bit as she fucks herself.

[awickedtime]

It's such a pretty image, the way her hips start to move as she fucks herself with her fingers, as she sucks his cock.

"That's perfect, Rosie," he says, still rocking his hips slowly. "Such a good slut, aren't you? Think you can make yourself come with my cock in your mouth, babe?"

[forthsofar]

Hearing that name, the way it sounds both affectionate and obscene when he says it, sends another complex wave of feeling through her. Rosie makes another assenting whimper as she keeps sucking at him, letting him use her while she fucks herself on her fingers. It takes some coordination, more thought than she'd imagined she might be capable of like this, but she settles into a rhythm, timing the thrust of her fingers with the way Nick slides his cock against her tongue.

It doesn't take long until she's on the edge, shaking and ready to tip over into coming.

[awickedtime]

He can see it when she's trembling on the edge, and he pushes his fingers into her curls, pulling a little. "Go on, Rosie. I want to feel what it's like when you come while you're sucking my cock."

[forthsofar]

Nick tugs at her hair, the pull sending a shiver down her spine, and she moans. Now that she has permission, knowing what he wants to see, it's easy to let herself go. She grinds against her hand, her hips snapping, until she's coming hard, letting out loud and garbled cries around Nick's cock.