The soft rapping on the door woke Nick up from a soft slumber, his shirtless torso tightening as he sat up, minutes after finally being sprawled out on his compact bed. Working for the Waterfords had always been a challenge, but ever since his feeling towards Offred had overwhelmed his usually level-headed demeanor, Nick was exhausted.
Nick approached the door, his muscled hand softly twisting the doorknob as to be as quiet as possible. Serena Joy and Offred stood on his thin porch. He could feel the sense of urgency radiating out of Serena, while Offred's slight shivers and shakes informed Nick that she was anxiously awaiting what was about to happen.
It had been over a week since Serena had startled Nick as he filled his glass in the main house's kitchen sink.
"Nick," Serena whispered as she softly placed her hand on his shoulder. "You've been with us for long enough to see that there is something lacking in Fred. My husband clearly is having difficulties fulfilling his duty as the head of the house in terms of our handmaid. Will you agree to help me with…this situation?"
Nick attempted to keep his face from making any overt expressions of discomfort or scrutiny, even slight humor, while Serena said her plea. He pursed his soft, plump lips as his brow furrowed into its typical position. He knew that this question might come at some point. As Nick had become accustomed to, the powerful members of Giliad, regardless of gender, often broke laws and statutes; and often they did not face the harsh punishments that the rest of those under Gilead's rule would for even the slightest infraction.
"I am in your service," Nick muttered quietly, heat flushing the tanned skin of his face as the reality registered in his brain what he had to do. He was not interested in bypassing consent with Offred, but he also knew that this was not an inquiry but an order.
Every night since this encounter, Nick sat anxiously in his room, waiting for the moment to present itself. Nick wondered how it would happen, since the ceremony required the wife to be present in the room, holding down the handmaid. He couldn't stomach thinking about thrusting into someone as they were forced into position. Even Serena simply watching was tolling on Nick's mental state. Being intimate with a woman was always an experience Nick deeply cared about. He wanted the woman who he was with to hold onto the memories of his lips pressed to her clit, parting to slide his tongue softly through her center while cupping the soft area below her breasts, squeezing gently.
"Let's get this over with," Serena hissed, stepping forward to enter Nick's room quickly, all the while dragging Offred in by the arm. Nick stepped aside to let them through, keenly aware of the tension of the situation.
"Okay, then get to it." Serena commanded, gesturing towards Nick's bed. Offred's eyes darted from Serena, to the bed, to Nick. She was attempting to stay as calm as possible given the discomfort this event was giving her. She looked at Nick intently now, his awkward stance in the middle of his room making her feel even more uncomfortable. Finally after what seemed like a century, Offred let out a quiet sigh as Nick journeyed to his bed. Offred followed, perching at the end of his bed and preparing for Nick by pulling the layers of her dress up higher. Nick was turned away from her, unbuckling his belt, his swift fingers moving down the buttons of his pants.
Nick walked to Offred, stood between her legs at the edge of the bed and allowed himself to look down at her face. Offred avoided Nick's gaze, licking her lips nervously as she rolled to her back, lifting her knees expectantly. Nick gently placed one hand on Offred's thigh right above her knee and used the other to guide his penis into her. Nick methodically moved in and out of Offred while attempting to keep his mind away from her mouth, which he yearned to press his lips to, his tongue softly moving between her parted lips. He closed his eyes, imagining this moment as the beautiful one it should have been between two consenting lovers, as he firmly but as gentle as he could between her. He felt the pressure building inside himself as he allowed the release and emptied himself inside Offred. As he quietly exhaled, Offred's hand grasped his thigh, sending shockwaves through his deep orgasm.
Offred pulled back as Nick snapped back to reality, turning away from her abruptly. Offred quickly hopped onto Nick's floor and scrambled after Serena out the door. She was so conflicted, as this was the first time she had truly felt like she was cheating on Luke. All of the previous encounters with Fred were just mechanical thrusting and cum. This encounter between her and Nick was not a nonconsensual act of self-preservation. Offred had dreamed for months of Nick's thrusting between her thighs. She was pleasantly surprised at the dark, thick base of Nick's penis that led into the long shaft and plump head. She had tried so hard not to go against her better judgment and she had reached out and pressed her fingers around Nick's toned thigh when she could feel him beginning to cum. She couldn't stop herself, wishing she could dig her fingernails into his back as he released into her.