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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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"I'm ready when you are," she promises. "So ready."

The last one is a little harder, right across her ass and then he drops the brush on the bed and just sits back and looks at her.

Mac squeaks out a soft little, "Five, thank you," before collapsing back against the bed, just trying to get her bearings for a moment.

He gives her a moment to get herself together, taking the opportunity to strip off his shirt.

"Pretty sure good girls never have asses that look like that, darlin."

"No, don't think so," Mac agrees. "I'm pretty sure I'm a bad girl and I look like it."

"Pretty sure we can get you closer," he says, grinning. "I'm prepared to really work on it."

"Lucky me," Mac murmurs. "What else do you have planned for me?"

"I want to tie you up and use all those slutty little holes," he says, fondling her ass, pinching her flushed skin.

"Oh...oh please? I'll be good if you do," Mac says, sighing a little. She always starts out trying to behave, after all.

He leans down, pushing his fingers into her hair so that he can turn his head and kiss her. He doesn't care if it pulls.

"You aren't going to have a choice, darlin," he murmurs. "I'm going to tie you so tight."

"And then use me?" she asks, voice soft. "I would consent to that, you know. Always."

He knows that she does, but it's always good to hear her say it. He nods, bending his head to take a kiss.

"Damn straight," he says.

"You trained me well," she reminds him. "Perfectly well."

"I know that, too," he says, running his hand over her ass. "Now I've just got to decide how to tie you. How to fuck you."

"Depends what you want access to," she says, laughing lightly.

"Everything, darlin'," he says, grinning, his hand sliding up her side to fondle her breast, pinching her nipple. "And I want you to feel every single moment of it. I want your face on fire as you think about what's happening to you."

Mac blushes faintly. "I'm...I'm going to think about it," she promises. "And I'm going to blush like I'm on fire."

"Good," he says, squeezing her breast again, harder, this time. "I don't want you to think about anything else but how you're getting fucked right where that thing can see you."

"Do you want to be on camera too?" she asks, thinking that might be hot to watch. "Do you just want it to show my face?"

"I can be on camera," he says, smoothing his hands along the length of her thighs. "I know what your face looks like when I'm fucking you. I want to be able to see the whole thing."

"Mmm, yes, well, hopefully I look good for you," she murmurs. "Because all I want is to look good for you, Jackson."

"You always look good to me, darlin'," he says, pressing against her, kissing along the side of her neck. "I want to bring you as low as I can."

"You can," MacKenzie assures him. "I trust you with my life."

"I think," he says, musing it over for a moment. "Wrists to ankles, gag, blindfold. Nothing you can do but take what I give you. How would you like that? Not even able to move?"

"I'll do it," Mac promises. "It might require some care afterward, though, if it pushes me too low."