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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'."

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."

"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."

"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?"

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."

"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?"

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'."

"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."

"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."

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?"

"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."

"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.

"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."

"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."

"You don't have to be nervous, darlin'. You're in safe hands." He tugs on her nipples again lightly. "Alright. You got a scarf or anythin' around here?"

"Um...yes, I think so," Mac says, nodding back behind her. "Do you want me to go get it?"

"Yeah," he says, nodding, and maybe he lets his tone get a little bit firmer. "Go get it. A couple, if you've got them. And something slick if you've got it, too. Got it?"

Mac gets up and gets the scarves before digging through the little pile of condoms she keeps on reserve to find the lubricant she'd gotten just in case. There's never any telling when you might need something like that and Mac guesses she's lucked out having it on hand.

"Here you go, everything you could possibly need."

"Good girl," he says, taking the things off her and then taking hold of her by the hips, turning her so that her back's to him. He loops one of the scarves around her wrists, tying them loosely together and the he stands and slips the other over her eyes.

"Now spread your legs, darlin'."

"I'm still holding firm on no whips," Mac warns him, voice trembling slightly. The blindfold is a little different for her but she's willing to go with it and see what happens. She spreads her legs for him and takes in a deep breath.

"No whips," he promises her, his hand sliding down between her legs, teasing against her cunt, tracing her with one finger.

"Oh my God," Mac whimpers, leaning forward a bit and shifting her legs that much further apart. "I think it's worse because I don't know what's coming. You're driving me insane."

Mac guesses it wouldn't be a bad way to go, though, death by sex.

If you're not a good girl, I'm going to gag you too," he warns, teasing her clit with the tip of one finger, keeping her body pulled back against his with his free arm.

"Am I supposed to be quiet?"

Mac doesn't actually recall what rules they set down and she seems to think there weren't any - but she doesn't want to get it wrong if there are.

He pretends to think about it for a second and then shakes his head, easing two fingers into her.

"Make as much noise as you like while you squirm on those. Hard enough to make those tits bounce."

He thinks she might approve of some crudeness.

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