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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 licks and sucks as best she can because she can't move much else and when she feels his finger against her ass she whimpers.

He pays close attention to her, watching for signs of distress as he rock his hips, pushing his cock into her mouth as he slides a finger into her ass.

Mac swallows then, trying to make this blow job as good as she can make it without the use of her hands.

Her mouth is a dream. He doesn't want to come, not yet, so he takes it slowly, sliding another finger into her ass, fucking her as deep as he can.

Mac whimpers and tries to move but she fucking can't so she lets him brush against the back of her throat instead, relaxing as much as she can.

He fucks her mouth until he feels like he's going out of his mind with it and then he pull out, his fingers still deep in her ass.

"How you doin, Mac?"

"Wish I could move," she admits easily enough. "Wish I could really get fucked, too."

"You don't really want to move," he says, twisting his fingers inside her. "You love lying there like that a fucking object."

Mac whimpers. "Fair...fair enough," she agrees. "I do. I fucking love it."

"How does that make you feel?" He asks her, fondling her tits with his free hand, pinching her nipples. "That I could do anything I want to you and you would just have to lie there and take it?"

"Helpless. Powerless." Mac sighs a little. "Completely free."

He smiles at that, bending his head to kiss her, brushing his fingers against the blindfold.

"I want to fill your ass with something so you can feel it when I fuck you," he says, casting around the room for something likely.

"Careful," Mac says softly. "Please be careful."

"Am I ever anything but careful with you?" He asks, fondling her ass before he slaps it. "It doesn't have to be much. Just something to remind you who you belong to here."

"I belong to you," she murmurs. "Always you. Always."

"Hairbrush?" He asks her, slapping her ads again. "Candle?"

"Brush," Mac says quickly. "And put a condom over it, might as well be as clean as possible about it."

It amuses him that she's still giving orders, helpless as she is but it doesn't even occur to him to argue with her. He slips the handle into her, twisting it once it's inside her.

"Camera's catching all of this," he says.

Mac gasps a little. She'd forgotten about being on camera, weirdly, and now she blushes hot.

"Fuck. Forgot."

"How's that feel?" He asks. "Now you're reminded?"

"Embarrassing," she admits easily enough. "Really fucking hot."

"I wish I had something to put in your mouth too," he says, pressing a finger into her cunt. "Something for you to suck."

"Me too but I guess we have to work with what we have," she says, sighing a little at the feel of his hand against her cunt. "Fuck. How wet am I?"

"You are so fuckin wet," he says, pulling the finger out of her and using it to paint her bottom lip.

Mac sucks his finger into her mouth, tasting herself and him all at the same time. "Positively dripping, I see."