Nic came up from between her legs, his movements slow and deliberate. His face glistening with streaks of clear, viscous fluid splashed across his cheeks and chin.
He didn't seem bothered by the mess; instead, he ran his tongue around his lips, licking away the salty sweetness of her essence, before wiping the remaining smears with the back of his hand.
Rose remained sprawled flat on the dining table, her chest heaving and her legs hanging limply off the edge. Her face was flushed a deep shade of red from the intensity of her release as she stared dazedly at the ceiling, trying to steady her breathing.
She felt drained, her muscles still twitching from the overwhelming pleasure she had experienced.
"Did you like it?" Nic asked, mirroring her own words from earlier, with a smug smirk.
Rose looked away, nodding fervently as she brought her hands up to cover her face.
Then, she slowly sat upright and hopped off the table in a clumsy manner.
"I should go now," she breathed, her voice still slightly shaky. She reached under her skirt and quickly adjusted her panties back into place. But as the fabric slid against her skin, she grimaced.
The silk was soaked through with the wetness of her release and sticking to her crotch in a cold, uncomfortable clump that made her squirm.
Nic noticed the flicker of discomfort on her face and without a word, turned and disappeared into his bedroom. A moment later, he returned, holding a pair of clean, dry panties in his hand.
Rose froze, recognizing them instantly. They were the panties she had accidentally left behind on her very first day here. The fact that he had kept them and actually washed them clean, made her heart flutter.
"Thank you," she muttered shyly as she took them from his hand.
But as she was about to lift her skirt to swap the panties, she paused and looked up at Nic, her expression pleading and hesitant.
Nic, already used to her sense of shame that flared up at oddly specific occasions, let out a sharp huff and turned his back to her, giving her the privacy to change.
"I'll drop you in the car, so relax." Nic spoke casually over his shoulder, his tone casual yet commanding. Someone who expected to be obeyed rather than questioned.
"No, you can't. Not today." Rose's reply came quickly.There was no hesitation in her voice, only an unusual firmness that made Nic pause.
Slowly, he turned to look at her, one brow lowering into a frown.
He wasn't accustomed to hearing no—especially not when he was offering to do something for her.
Rose didn't notice his expression as she straightened her skirt and picked up the damp panties from the floor before reaching for her school bag.
She opened it and was about to put the wet lace inside when a large hand reached out and grabbed the panties out of her hand.
Rose blinked in surprise as Nic held it between his fingers, looking at it briefly before meeting her gaze.
It was a simple gesture, almost possessive, as though silently declaring that it belonged to him.
A faint blush crept across her cheeks and Rose looked away, unable to hold his gaze.
"Why?" Nic asked, his voice quieter now but carrying an unmistakable edge. "Why can't I drive you?"
"Its, uh..." She shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other as she muttered. "Its a long story. I'll explain in the evening."
Rose zipped her bag shut and slipped the strap over her shoulder.
When she finally dared to look at him, Nic's frown had deepened into a dark scowl, his patience wearing thin and his anger began to simmer.
Sensing the impending storm, Rose ran up to him and wrapped her tiny arms around his waist in a tight, desperate hug, trying to distract him with affection.
"Please don't be mad," she coaxed, her voice turning sugary and cute, leaning into the submissive role she knew he enjoyed. "I'll tell you everything when I come home. I promise."
Nic remained stiff for a moment, looking down at the girl clinging to him and let out a long, weary sigh. "...Fine."
His answer sounded more like a reluctant concession than agreement. "But you will tell me everything."
Rose's shoulders visibly relaxed and she nodded readily. "Yes, I will."
"Oh, by the way, there are two more boxes of food for you," she added quickly, pointing toward the plastic containers lined up on the kitchen counter. "You can eat them for lunch. If they get cold, just put them in the oven for a minute, okay?"
Nic huffed again, though the anger had lost its bite. He felt foolish for being pissed when she was fussing over him with such earnest care. He swallowed the last of his irritation and gave a short, curt nod to reassure her.
Then, his eyes drifted to her bag. "What about your lunch?"
Rose blinked, looking confused. "Huh?"
"Didn't you pack anything for yourself?"
"That... I..." She realized what happened and her mouth dropped open. She had been so excited for him to taste her cooking, that she had completely forgotten to pack for herself.
Nic let out a heavy sigh, gesturing toward the containers on the counter. "Take those. I can make my own lunch."
"But... I made those for you..." she muttered pitifully as her shoulders drooped and she looked disappointed.
"Okay, fine!" Nic relented, his resolve crumbling. He couldn't stand her looking so sad and heartbroken over something so trivial.
He strode into the living room and returned a moment later with a wallet. He took out a small stack of bills and pressed the cash into her hand. "Here. Buy lunch from the cafeteria."
"No, no, no. I c-can't," she protested, taking a step back and shaking her head vigorously.
Nic didn't argue. He simply let out a heavy, annoyed breath and leveled her with a hard, piercing glare.
"Okay..." she whispered, her fingers curling around the money. But when she looked down at the number 100 on the bills, her eyes widened in shock. "Wait, this is t-too much. I d-don't need this much!"
She tried to thrust the money back toward him, but Nic didn't budge. He crossed his arms over his tattooed chest, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Consider it your allowance," he declared, his lips curving into a proud smile.
Rose felt her heart flutter again. She was completely charmed by that rare glimpse of a smile.
She carefully tucked the money into her bag and looked up at him with a sweet smile. "...Thank you."
She adjusted the strap on her shoulder and walked toward the front door before pausing. Walking back, she stood on her toes and placed a lingering, tender kiss on his cheek.
"See you this evening." she mumbled against his skin before turning and running out of the house..