Happy Birthday, MacKenzie

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Her birthday sort of sneaks up on her and it's only when she's in the Compound reading up on prenatal care that she realizes she's 36 now and not 35 anymore. It's a weird feeling, not having any acknowledgement of the day other than a slow realization and MacKenzie has always been fond of her special day.

She knows that on the island, the only people who'd know today was her birthday are Jackson and Jim and while she hasn't received any presents or acknowledgment from them yet, she assumes it's coming. Jim's always been a thoughtful man and Jackson's in love with her; if anyone would celebrate her birthday, it'd be them.

When she hears someone come in to the room she puts her book back on the shelf and grins. Of course. No time like the present.

"Hi."

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[allfleshandblood]

"I do," he says, kissing down her spine. "For now. Right here. Absolutely."

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"Then I want to be," she assures him, sighing. "God, I want you."

[allfleshandblood]

"I want to put you on a goddamned leash," he says, his voice still low, his mouth still close to her ear. "And I've out considerable effort into presents for you."

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Mac feels herself blush hot. "Oh...well, I'll...yes. I'll be on a leash for you, honey."

[allfleshandblood]

"You'll do it," he says, fingers brushing the swell of her breasts again. "But do you like the sound of it, darlin? Does it get you hot?"

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"Yeah, it gets me hot," she murmurs softly. "It gets me incredibly hot, Jackson, you have no idea."

[allfleshandblood]

"Sir," he instructs. "Or Captain." He moves away from her. "Get up on your hands and knees. I think it's time to get goin, don't you?"

In the draw next to the bed, there's a collar and leash scrounged from the compound waiting. He makes sure that she sees it before he does anything with it.

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Mac rises up on her hands and knees and waits, stock still. She knows the rules for when they play like this and she likes to follow them as closely as she can. She likes the result when she's a good girl.

[allfleshandblood]

Just the sight of her kneeling there on all fours like that is enough to make his cock ache. He runs his hand down her spine and then leans forward fastening the collar around her neck. He gives the leash a light tug and then loops it around the bedframe.

"Think I'm going to grease you up first, darlin. Put you in your place."

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"Yes, sir," she murmurs, nodding a little. She's really turned on right now and she knows it's only going to get worse before it gets better.

[allfleshandblood]

He uses the same scented oil that he was using to massage her back, letting it pool in his palms before he leans forward, pressing snugly against her ass as he cups her tits, squeezing firmly.

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Mac barely refrains from making a little noise low in the back of her throat because it just feels so good. She is pretty sure she shouldn't like being used like this as much as she does but she guesses it doesn't matter between she and Jackson.

"Am I what you want?"

[allfleshandblood]

"You're always what I want," he says, letting her skin get good and slick before his hands move, one skimming higher, up to her throat,, brushing the cooler, the other going lower along her below.

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That's enough to make her whimper. She has always been so thrilled by the idea of being wanted and Jackson always makes her feel exactly that. "I'll be anything you want me to be, I swear."

[allfleshandblood]

"You're doing a good job so far, darlin," he says, distracted by the way her skin is catching the light as the oil spreads.

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Mac just hopes she keeps doing a good job. She's not that great at being a girlfriend but she tries really hard to be a good one.

"Do you want me to stay still, Captain?"

[allfleshandblood]

"Right now, I do," he murmurs, taking away from her and landing an almost fond slap on her ass. "I know it's harder when you're not bound and tied, but I know you can be good, darlin'. I've seen it with my own eyes."

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Mac has trouble staying still when he's smacking her but she can. It's just trouble to stay focused, sometimes, when she feels so good.

"Yes, sir. Anything you ask."

[allfleshandblood]

He probably shouldn't, but he loves it when she calls him 'Sir'. He rubs his hand over the mark on her ass before he slaps her again, just as hard as before. "How does that collar feel?"

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"Good, sir. Fits just right," she assures him. "Feels perfect."

[allfleshandblood]

He squeezes her ass fondly, leaning down to press a kiss against the bare skin of her spine. "You want one of your presents, darlin'? They took a long time to come together. Lotta effort."

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"Yes, please," she murmurs. "Thank you so much. I appreciate everything you do for me." This, at least, isn't really a part of the game. MacKenzie honestly appreciates anything he does for her.

[allfleshandblood]

"You're welcome, darlin," he says, kissing down her spine. "I could spend my whole life just makin' you happy." In fact, he's pretty sure that he intends to. His hands rest on her hips. "I've made you some toys, darlin'. Ain't quite as flashy as what we had in New York, but I think they'll do."

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"Oh!" Mac isn't expecting that and while she knows it's very possible, it's not something she's really contemplated pursuing on the island. Luckily for her, Jackson thinks more about these things than she does on a regular basis.

"May I have one?"

[allfleshandblood]

"Yes, darlin', you may."

He's grinning as he gets off the bed, heading for where he's got some of her birthday present hidden. "This," he says, swathing the toy in a condom before he comes back to the bed. "Is decide to go into your ass and stay there until I decide it's coming out. Okay?"