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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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"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."

"Soaking," he says. "Now I want you to try squirming again, with that in your ass and then I want you to beg for my cock. Beg for what we both know you want."

Mac squirms a little and she doesn't manage to move much. "Fuck me, honey, please fuck me. Let me feel that big cock hitting me deep?"

"You're very persuasive, darlin," he says, because there isn't a man alive who doesn't love being told how big he is. The angle is a little awkward but he manages, sliding into her in one stroke.

"Oh my fucking God, finally," she sighs, wishing she could slam her hips back against him. "Love when you fill me up."

"How do you feel?" He asks her, fucking her slow and deep, fingers wrapped around his bindings to give him leverage. "Holes filled like that?"

"Full," she murmurs, sighing a little. "Loved? Does that make sense?"

"It makes sense," he says, thrusting into her. "Love you enough to give you exactly what you need."

"Uh...uh huh," she agrees softly. "Fuck, fuck. Need this."

"I never seen to run out of ideas of what I want to do to you," he says, fucking her harder. "Never...run dry."

"I inspire you?" she asks softly, groaning as he pushes into her.

"You do," he says, fondling one breast as he fucks her. "In all kinds of ways."

"Mmm. I'm a lucky girl, then," she murmurs, squeezing around him. "Harder, please?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he says, rocking his hips, slamming into her harder, his fingers still wrapped around the ropes.

"Oh...oh...oh God," she whimpers, tightening around him again. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me."

What else is he going to do but exactly what he's told? He slides into her, one hand playing with the brush, using it to fuck her ass.