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It's fucking hot.

Mac has never been the best when she's not in complete comfort and while she didn't bitch when she was embedded because she had a job to do, she's back on the island after having been in air conditioning for three days and she's annoyed. It's irrational, but nothing about pregnancy is rational, is it?

Jackson is next to her, which makes the bed that much warmer, and she huffs and comes out from under the sheet to lay on top of it completely naked. She fans herself ineffectually with her hand.

"Why does it have to be so goddamn hot?"

She's possibly whining more than a little.

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"No need to fret, Darlin," he says, giving her tits one last squeeze before he steps away from from her. "I'll talk you through it. Put your hands behind your head for me. Make sure your legs are spread."

Mac lifts her arms up to put her hands behind her head and spreads her thighs slightly. It feels strange but undeniably erotic.

What he's realised over time is that he could honestly sit and watch her all day, no matter what she's doing.

"Now I want to see them bounce," he says, taking sure to pitch his voice so it won't carry too far.

It is absolutely humiliating but she guesses that's why she likes it and why she bounces a little on the balls of her feet so that her breasts bounce too.

"Are they all watching me?" she whispers, playing along.

A slow grin spreads across his face as he watches her.

"They absolutely are," he says. "You got someone specific in mind?"

Mac shakes her head. "I don't know. Anyone watching me would be embarrassing, I have no idea who could be out there."

"Embarrassing ain't what I'm looking for. Not strong enough," he says, still watching her, blindfolded, bouncing. "Clearly I need to step it up."

"What do you need from me?" Mac asks, rocking on her feet a little.

"I'm just tryin' to decide," he says, pushing up out of his chair and walking closer to her. "Not holdin' you up, am I?"

"No," Mac says quietly. "I just want to please you in the best way I know how." It's sort of what this is all about but not quite.

"I know that, darlin'," he says, leaning down to take hold of her chin with one hand so he can turn her face to his and kiss her.

The kiss is a little unexpected and Mac kisses him back eagerly, wanting as much contact as she can get since her vision is cut off from her.

"I think," he murmurs, his lips brushing against hers, "That probably the most instructive thing I can do with you in this situation, those gentlemen watching and all, is focus on your ass. That might be the thing that makes you feel lowest."

Mac nods. "I think that would be, yeah. I think that's going to bring me down as low as you can bring me."

"You think?" he asks her, kissing her again, fondling her tits as he pulls her back against him. "How would it feel, my playing with you like that, trussing you up and taking what I wanted and knowing that people could see you?"

"Pretty frightening, in a way," Mac admits. "But thrilling too. I like feeling like an object to you sometimes."

"Just as long as you remember what's behind it," he says, right into her ear, before he pulls away. He lands a smack on her ass. "Bend over the table."

"Do you love me?" Mac thinks it's only because she's blindfolded that she's bold enough to ask that and she bends over the table, just as he asked.

He pauses, giving the question the thought it deserves. It's not a reflex, not yet, but it's something.

"Reckon I'm just about there, darlin," he says. "Know tell me what you want."

"Show me off to them," Mac says, dropping the love conversation for the moment. They have a scene to play first.

"How do you mean 'show you off'?" he asks, rubbing his fingers down the crack of her ass.

"Fuck me with your fingers?" Mac tries, not sure how to actually accomplish that. "Let them see what I let you do to me."

"Spread yourself with your hands," he says. "Show me what you got, darlin."

Mac does as he asks, shivering a little in anticipation. "Just like this?"

"That's perfect, darlin'," he says, toeing off his boots so he can move more quietly, stepping around the table behind her and sinking down onto his knees.