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Happy Birthday, MacKenzie
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."
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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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."
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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.
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"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?"
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"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?"
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"All right," Mac agrees. "I can...that's fine, yeah." She knows that if she's really hurting or frightened, he'll stop, and she doubts this will really trigger her in any way.
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"You'll like it, darlin, I promise," he says, dropping it on the bed next to her as he reaches for the lube. "And it'll get you good and ready for my cock. And we both know how much you'll love that."
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"It's true, I very much love your cock," she agrees, laughing lightly. Mac isn't about to say she doesn't, not in the middle of a scene when she knows she's almost always begging for him.
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"Tell me how much you love my cock, darlin'," he says, easing a slick finger into her asshole, turning it slowly. "Tell me all about it."
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Mac gasps a little. "I love...I love when you get that cock of yours in my cunt." She's gotten so much better at dirty talking and she manages to say this with a little more confidence than usual. "I like when you take me from behind and hit me deep."
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"It's a good angle for you, darlin'," he says, starting to fuck her slowly, knowing that one finger's never going to be enough. "Head down, ass in the air."
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