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"We could go back to my place, if you wanted. It's private." Mac is very glad she lives alone and that her neighbors don't seem terribly interested in her comings and goings because it affords her the luxury of having someone over whenever she wants.

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"How am I supposed to occupy myself in the interim?" It's a little arch because she really, really is frustrated with him teasing her. She also likes it, but she isn't admitting that.

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"You don't occupy yourself," he points out, grinning down at her. "I occupy you. Any way I like. Because we're trying things out, remember."

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"So go ahead and occupy me, then, I'm ready."

More than ready.

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"Well, you said you were a bad girl," he says, grinning and, God, he could go on fondling her ass all day. "You know what happens to bad girls, right?"

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"Nooo, not sure," Mac says, blushing a little. "What's that?"

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He rubs his palm over her ass once more and then he slaps her fair skin lightly before he bends his head to take a kiss.

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Mac lets out a little squeal because she hasn't expected that. "Oh my god, did you just..."

She had no earthly idea what to do with that and she thinks she's in over her head.

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That makes him laugh and he kisses his way down her neck, hand smoothing over the skin he just slapped.

"Worth a shot."

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"Never done that before," she admits, grinning a little at him. "Mark it down as a first?"

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"Well that barely counts," he says, sucking on her skin before he pulls away from her, rolling onto his back. "Come on, darlin'. In the saddle."

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"I assume we're going to make a riding metaphor now?" Mac asks, shifting so she's straddling him. She doesn't mind it at all because she loves this position but she's rapidly discovering that he likes to take the piss out of her.

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"They get you doing that at your fancy school too?" he says, grinning, shifting his weight under her and watching the way her body moves when she shifts. His hands are back on her ass. "Tell me what you want. As long as it's not fucking, because I ain't doin' that yet, darlin'."

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Mac pouts slightly. "Really? You realize I'm the most impatient woman on the planet." She really, really is going to kill him and she's contemplating doing the same thing to him the next time they fuck - teasing him to death.

"Next time, I am not blowing you that easily. You're going to have to talk me into it."

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"Darlin', I saw how you suck cock," he says, reaching up to tweak her nipple. "I don't think I'll have to talk you into anything. And if you keep up with that attitude, you're goin' to leave me no choice other than to be bend you over and spank you."

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"Really?"

Mac guesses she probably shouldn't sound so weirdly excited about that prospect but she's discovering a lot of things about herself at the moment that she hasn't ever really encountered before. It's hard to check her reactions. "Is that...your thing, do you like it?"

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He swallows back another laugh, his free hand smoothing along the length of her thigh as he looks up at her.

"I like a whole lot of things, darlin'. But I can be this for you, if you want to try it."

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"I don't know. I don't know if it's...kosher, exactly," Mac says, biting her lower lip nervous. "It's not...I don't want anyone else to find out?"

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He looks at her for a moment, thinks, fleetingly, of telling her how many secrets he holds and just how good he is at that. He smooths his hand along her skin again.

"Who am I goin' to tell? Whatever you want, darlin'."

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"All right. So we can do that, then," Mac decides, figuring that if she doesn't actually like it, she can just ask him to stop and he will. And if she does like it, she's getting to explore a whole new side of herself.

"Look at me, mid thirties and blushing like a schoolgirl. I'm ridiculous."

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"You are," he says, finding it entirely endearing, because he's used to whores and she's clearly something else entirely. "Now - so I'm clear - tell me exactly what you want."

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Mac trails her finger down his chest, stalling for time. Now that she's admitted to this, she really doesn't know what she wants to do with it at all. "What kind of things have you done before with this whole...thing? Maybe if I have some idea I won't be so lost about it?"

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"Depends," he says, enjoying the way that she's touch him as he's mulling it over. And, of course, he's thinking of Rose. "Bent a girl over the bed or my lap and used my hand on her ass or her thighs. Other places. Used my fingers in her ass. Made her beg for whatever she wanted."

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"That sounds good to me," Mac says, giving him a little smile. "All of that? That sounds fantastic."

She suspects she may not get away with being so vague about it.

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"Come on," he says, both hands at her breasts now, tweaking her nipples. "Be specific. What do you want, darlin'? I want to hear you say it."

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"Well, the bending me over and the fingers and the ass thing all sounded good." Mac is well aware that she is rambling, and ridiculous, but she's insanely nervous and feels like an idiot.

"I'm eloquent, I promise, I'm just nervous."