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Mac has been a little less kinky since Jim has shown up and once she's reasonably sure she can get him out of the house for a few hours, she decides it's time for she and Jackson to do something a little...more than usual. She'd whispered her desire to use the camera again while he was still in the clinic working and while Mac thinks that's possibly a little cruel of her, she doesn't care. She knows how much he likes it.

So now she's eagerly waiting whatever he has in store for her.

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Mac pinches her nipples and groans around his cock, completely turned on and brought lower than usual. Jesus fuck.

Grinning, he pushes his fingers into her hair, holding her head still as he pushes into her mouth.

Mac gags a little and then relaxes, taking him in. Jesus. She feels like Jackson knows her well enough that it won't go much further than this.

The gagging is a sign not to push any further, any deeper, so he uses that as his measure as he fucks her mouth.

Mac squeezes her eyes shut and concentrates on making him feel good. Ultimately, that's the point of this whole dynamic.

She's endlessly good at this and it doesn't take long until he's on the edge of coming, his fingers still tight in his hair.

"Hmm," he says, managing to sound casual. "Do I want to come in your throat or on your face. Do bad girls had a preference?"

Mac can't really speak around his cock so she just hums instead, hoping he understands that means whatever he wants to do is fine with her.

In the end, he pulls out of her mouth and wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly as he looks down at her.

"Face," Mac murmurs, turning her face up a little and closing her eyes. "That's what I'd like."

"Good girl," he says, keeping his eyes on her until he comes, across her lips and cheek.

Mac licks her lips lightly, completely not bothered by the taste of him. "Well, have I atoned for my sins yet or do I need some more?"

"Oh, I think you need some more, don't you?" he says. "You look like you've still got some dignity to me."

"Mmm, what shall I do for you?" she asks, waiting patiently for her next instruction.

"Naked," he says, going back to the chair he'd been sitting in here. "Now."

Mac strips quickly and stands in front of him, waiting for what he might want next. "Just like this?"

"Yeah, but I'd prefer it if you were on all fours," he says, reaching up to adjust the camera. "So, who am I in this scenario, Mac? A...school mister you've riled?"

"That's how it usually goes," Mac agrees, getting up on the bed on all fours. "I should have showed you porn when we were in Manhattan."

"I think I can figure it out," he says, getting up, picking up her hairbrush from the dresser. "I don't think I'm interested in hearing from you for a while."

Mac opens her mouth to speak and closes it, remembering that he wanted her to be silent. Fuck. She's terrible at this.

He walks up behind her, presses her head down and leaves her ass up.

"Ready for a spanking? You can nod."

Mac nods against the bed, bracing herself for the spanking. She knows this will stop in a few months but for now, she's going to enjoy it.

He rubs the bristles of the brush over the bare skin of her ass, teasing her.

Mac whimpers softly. Shit, it's hard not to say anything but she manages, keeping her noises nonverbal.

When he brings the hairbrush down against her ass, it's lighter than he would slap her with his hand. But he's still making a point.

Mac starts a little, jerking her ass away, and she whimpers. It's not that hard, no, but the brush has a different feel than his hand.