Guys, I just couldn't hold back much longer. It's (Whiskey) Wednesday here, so in celebration I decided to post as soon as possible. It's also snowing here in November (I live in the South, so snow in general is rare) and I have a cold cat on my lap.
Before we dig into the good stuff, I wanted to take the time out to discuss this story. First and foremost, Mac is Mac. I do not intend on changing him for my own purposes, I only wish to borrow him for my own demented, sick enjoyment. I want everything I do to be realistic. If it isn't, why would I bother? I think anyone who is here, reading this, knows exactly what they are getting into because they watched a film and fell in lust with a character. Personally, I found myself in this predicament because of how Mac acts, not because of who played him (though it didn't hurt).
Second of all, this story will follow the timeline of the film Red Canyon. I will not even beat around the bush, I'm not going to change the ending of the movie, I'm simply going to insert Aberdeen into it. But trust me, I have a few tricks and ideas up my sleeves. Things will be dubbed from the film and the timeline will stay the same. I may add in some extra days, maybe flashbacks. Not too sure yet. It will be mostly from Aberdeen's perspective.
If you're still interested in continuing, please make sure you have read Collision Repair first! It's not a requirement, but it will definitely help things make sense.
I'm so glad you stopped by and I hope you like what you see! I'm really excited to write this one, I missed Aberdeen something awful and I was anxious for her triumphant return. I'm so glad to be able to share it with you all! Definitely let me know what you think if you make it to the end! Love you all!
Warning: As with all of my Mac fics, this isn't for the faint of heart. This chapter has graphic sex, foul language, and general Mac-Ness for your viewing pleasure. ;)
Mutual Violent Control: this kind of violence may be what is thought of as mutual combat. It can be two parties using violence to control each other in a specific setting, or be more like two people attempting a kind of intimate terrorism with each other.
"No, no, no. A thousand times no." Aberdeen said, soundly. She cleaned the motor oil off of her arms and threw the filthy rag on the floor of the garage. "I did the tune up on the Nissan, I refuse to be late to the salon. My roots have been showing for weeks!"
"You can do this after! Please! As you can see, Mac didn't bother coming in and there's no way I can get out of here."
"Call Walter. I'm not doing it."
"You're already going into town!"
"You won't drop this, will you?"
"Not a chance."
She sighed, defeated. "What do I do?"
"You just walk up to the counter and tell them you are there for S.A.M.'s order."
"S.A.M.?"
"Stanley. Aberdeen. Mac. S.A.M." Stan smirked, feeling clever. "Mac thought of that one."
"What happens if I get pulled over with 50 gallons of Drano?" She quipped.
"Don't get pulled." He said simply. "Look, I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't think you could do it. Walter never does this shit, I can't find Mac, Harley's on duty, and here you are, already off for the afternoon and already heading to town. It's fate!"
"That's a fucked up sense of fate." She mocked.
He pulled out his keys and handed them to her. "Take the truck."
"Why not just take my Suburban? It's a covered bed." She shrugged. She had a point, the Suburban she bought had come in handy over the past few months. She paid for it in cash (with help from Mac's lucrative business) and custom painted it rose gold. The Utah terrain required something a little bigger that handled better than her typical sports cars.
Her cousin nodded his consent. "Address is on my GPS. Just act casual about it. Guy's cool, knows what's up. You just need to be careful on the road. Don't get pulled."
"Yes, Sir." She teased, snatching the keys and grabbing her purse. "You be careful, too."
"What for?" He asked quizzically.
"Well, I'd hate to be you when Mac comes back and finds out where I am." She shot back, pulling herself into the cab of the SUV and slamming the door.
Aberdeen pulled up outside of the supply store late that evening.
She had her hair touched up, trimmed, and blown out. She even had a pedicure and manicure done while she was at it. Her nails were all a patent leather, shiny, pure black and she was feeling particularly confident when she walked in the door.
"Can I help you miss?" A young man behind the counter asked eagerly.
She approached the counter and noticed his name tag. "Yeah, Tim. I actually need to pick up an order." She tried to make it sound casual, to fight through her nerves.
"Oh?" He asked, raising a brow at her. "What's the name?"
"S.A.M." She said, self-assuredly.
He gave her another wayward glance, obviously thrown off. He typed it in and printed out the order, raising his eyebrows when he noted the products. "That's quite a bit of lye and Drano."
"Family plumbing business." She answered all too quickly with a cheeky grin.
"Uh huh…" He muttered, obviously not convinced. "You can pull up to the platform. It's all on a pallet in the back."
She slipped back out the door to her Suburban and felt his eyes on her ass in those black leggings she had worn out. Men.
She did as she was told, backing the truck up to the loading dock and popping the back door open. As promised, the pallet sat there on a forklift.
"This ain't Stan's truck." Tim muttered.
"Sorry, boys. Gonna have to hand load it this time. Hope that's not an issue."
"No, it's fine." Tim raised his brows at her and smirked. "So, you Stan's girl 'r somethin'?"
"Not exactly." She scoffed. "He's my cousin. More like a big brother, really."
"So you ain't in the family business, then?"
She rolled her eyes. Small talk was not on her agenda for the day. "Not directly."
As though he sensed her interest waning, he got to the point. "You doin' anythin' tonight?"
If I'm lucky, probably Mac. "Guess it depends on if my boyfriend comes back from his trip to Mexico."
"Oh." He said, sounding completely let down.
"Have you met Mac?"
She must have piqued his interest again. His eyes grew big like saucers and his jaw dropped a little. "Mac?"
"Yeah, my boyfriend." She smirked at his reaction. He obviously had.
"Let's get this show on the road, boys! Don't wanna keep the nice lady waiting!" Tim commanded. Everyone picked up the pace.
She pulled up to the cave before dusk. To her chagrin, Mac wasn't there.
She pulled out her cell phone and called her cousin. "He's not here."
"You home yet?"
"No, the cave. Like I'm gonna fuckin' ride around with all this Drano and lye in my car?" She rolled her eyes. Despite the dark, she grabbed her flashlight and decided to take a look around the cave. She knew the pathways well enough to get to Mac's cooking station and cut on the lights, but she had no idea how she would carry all this stuff in.
"Just take it to your place. I'll take it in the morning." He said simply. "He came back."
"Mac?" She said hopefully, rounding the last corner to the cave and cutting on a flood lamp like it was second nature.
"Yeah, he called us to meet him at the Mesa."
"Us as in…" She spotted something bright that obviously didn't belong in the room lying casually on the mattress.
"Just the guys." He reiterated.
"Typical." Mac had been gone for almost a week. His way of telling her had been fucking her brains into the wall before he walked out to his truck and took off.
She picked up the bright turquoise off the mattress and her stomach lurched. Panties. Panties that she didn't recognize. "Fucking Mac." She snorted, tossing the underwear in her pocket and looking around the room. Everything seemed to be in order. "I'll take the stuff back home."
"Yeah, just stay put. I won't be out long."
"Whatever." She muttered. Her mind was already reeling when she hung up on her cousin.
Aberdeen had no disillusions about Mac. He was a stone cold killed. A monster of a man who preyed on the innocent.
The past year she had been pushing her limits, trying to keep him interested. The fact of the matter was that she thought she could feel his tolerance of her waning, but it may have just been the guilt she felt for the things she had done.
Aberdeen had her own guilty conscience to caudle. She had done horrible things, things she could never undo. The worst part was, she wasn't remorseful. Not in the least.
If she wanted to get Mac's attention, she knew exactly how. Aberdeen pulled up to the Luna Mesa just after sunset, smirking to herself when she saw Mac's truck. She parked beside him, closer to the door.
She dropped from the truck, barefoot as usual, tugging the latex bandage dress down a little more, assuring it covered her private areas. The dress was tight, sleeveless and curve hugging. It left little to the imagination and was sure to get Mac's attention. Aberdeen had no doubt that if she bent over, everything she had to offer would be out for display.
She dropped her leopard print spiked heels on the ground, slipping her feet in and strapping them on, careful not to stab herself with the spikes that wrapped the ankle straps. She was dressed for war.
She grabbed the discarded panties from the cave and opened the door to Mac's truck, dangling them from the rear view mirror before heading inside.
She ignored the glances she got as she climbed the stairs, entering the Luna Mesa and walking straight up to the bar. Walter gave her a second glance, scowling in her direction as he pulled the bottle of Jameson off the shelf in anticipation of her order. He poured her drink and as she came closer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her ear to his lips. "Mac's not gonna be too happy 'bout this."
"Good. That's kind of the point." She smirked, taking the drink and turning around to survey the bar scene. She caught a glance of Stan and Mac's other drug runners in the corner; their usual table. Her cousin glared at her, almost in pity. She quickly realized why.
"The fuck you think yer doin' comin' out the house like that?" Mac sneered, voice husky in her ear, close enough to give her shivers, trying to speak over the loud din of the bar. His hands came to either side of her on the bar, pressing her into the counter. His erection already ground into her lower back, letting her know she was succeeding.
"Nice to see you too, baby." She purred.
"Don't fuckin' start, Aberdeen." He growled. "Ye tryin' ta get me ta beat yer ass, now?"
"'Pound my ass' was actually the reaction I was going for."
"Couldn't do that with clothes on?" He chuckled.
"Why are you upset? You know I'm yours." She smirked, knowing she had just said the magic words.
"Then why ye given all these men in 'ere an eyeful o' what's mine?" His hand grazed her thigh, trailing slowly up the inside until he met the apex of her thighs and stopped, his entire body tense. "Y'ain't wearin' panties."
She just smiled, spinning around in his arms. His hand lingered on her upper thigh, near the juncture where thigh met groin. His grip became increasingly tight, almost painful. "You know no one here is stupid enough to touch me."
"Best make sure they understand." He groaned, pressing into her hip.
"By fucking me against the bar?" She smirked. His response was a throaty chuckle. His eyes said the idea crossed his mind. "Does that mean you'll play along?" Her eyes lit up and she pouted her pink lips.
His response was grabbing her wrist and dragging her to the bathroom. She barely had time to toss back her whiskey before she left the bar. He pushed her into the men's room, slamming the door shut, not bothering to lock it behind him. He shoved her head first into the mirror and didn't bother taking his time, forcing his hands underneath the tight skirt of her dress and working it up her hips so her pussy and ass were exposed. He growled, deep in his throat. She was already dripping wet. "I've been thinking about this all day." She admitted. "I've missed you."
Mac gripped his belt, exaggerating his movements. As he worked it loose, he snapped the worn leather against her bare ass and she arched her back, moaning the most delicious sound in response. "C'ain't get enough o' Mac's cock, huh girl?"
He knew everyone of her triggers by now, able to read her body like brail. Aberdeen liked it fast and she liked it rough. Those happened to be his specialty. She liked it when he talked dirty to her, the nastier the better. Mac wasn't one for talking, but this, he could make an exception for.
He watched in the mirror as she tugged her ample breast from the top of the dress, twisting her nipples accordingly. They ached and hardened beneath her touch as she watched him undo his pants from the mirror, unsheathing his pulsing cock. The head nudged against her bare ass and she pressed back. He growled and grabbed her hips, bending her over the sink basin.
"It's been a few days. I missed your giant cock." She said, matter of factly.
"That's so?" He sounded amused. She caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror before their eyes locked and his entire face changed, becoming stoic and harsh.
"I was beginning to think you got bored with me." She said quietly.
"It look like I'm bored with ye?" His hand came down hard against her ass cheek. Despite the few days time since their last encounter, the lush cheek was still sore.
"Fuck." She moaned out.
Mac snaked his hand around her hip, using two fingers to pry her pussy lips apart. His large fingers barely nudged the barbell in her hood, but it was enough of a sensation to make her knees shake. His other hand gripped her hip and thrust her back onto him in one fluid motion. "Jesus!"
"Fuck, girl." He stilled, trying to gain composure. "Sucha tight fuckin' whore."
"Your fuckin' whore." She replied, cocking one leg over the sink in anticipation. She looked at him over that shoulder, her leg on the porcelain basin giving her more leverage.
It wasn't lost to Mac that he had completely possessed this woman. Not only that, but she was willingly his. She had given herself over to him whole heartedly, even though she knew exactly what he was capable of. If he was a caring man, this would have meant something to him.
"God damn right." He quickly reprimanded her with a hand forcing her chin forward. "Eyes ta the front." He pulled himself free, nudging his dick through her wet folds, groaning deeply when the head of his cock brushed against her clit piercing. He slid back up to her pulsing core and dove back in, full force, shoving her face into the mirror. His free hand clamped on the barbell and tugged and she watched herself moan for him. There was no doubt she was his.
She moved her hips with his as they joined, one hand bracing on the mirror, the other twisting her nipples and reveling in Mac's touch. This is what she needed. She had always been a glutton for punishment. She knew there were regrets she had, things she should never had done. Mac was her executioner. She had no doubt in her mind that she and Mac were made for each other.
His balls slapped against her wet lips in time with his trusts, slapping her clit and causing her to cry out. They were both close without even having to try, the sexual tension and excruciating wait bringing them to the brink well before their usual pace. "Ye gonna fuckin' come. Nasty fuckin' cunt." He ground into her hard, drumming against her cervix. "Watch yer face. Watch while I'm fuckin' ye." His hand left her folds, much to her distress, and wrapped around her neck, cutting off her breathing as he pulled her flush against her chest. The change in angle had her dangerously close. She thought he had moved her to lock their lips in a burning, passionate kiss, but his mouth met the juncture of her neck and shoulder and bit down, painfully hard, bringing on her orgasm abruptly. She watched her face contort. Her body shook and she pulled away, ripping skin. She could smell the copper scent of blood, saw the blood dripping down her collar bone. She knew the bite was bad but couldn't bring herself to care. Mac pumped himself through her pulsing core a few more times before spewing his load in her with a loud, guttural grunt.
She leaned into the sink basin, digging her palms into the porcelain as Mac pulled out. "Git 'nuff, girl?"
"For now." She purred, contentedly.
"Good. Git yer ass home. I wont make ye wait so long fer I fuck ye silly."
She let her leg down and slid off the sink. She turned around as he fixed his jeans. She pulled her dress back up to cover her ample tits and shifted her thighs, awkwardly so since they were still wet. "That a promise, baby?" She smirked.
His hands clamped on her face, pulling her lips to his in a bruising, possessive kiss. He let go all too quickly and she fixed her skirt as he opened the bathroom door. She arranged her hair to cover her bleeding neck but he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her long waves over to reveal his bite mark. "Let people know yer mine." He growled. She nodded and stepped out in front of him. As soon as they were in view of the bar room, he smacked her ass, hard. His buddies in the corner all cheered, save her cousin, who was watching her cautiously.
She walked through the bar and straight out the door, per Mac's instructions. She almost didn't notice Crystal as she passed her on the porch. "Slut." She sneered, thinking she was being smart.
Aberdeen didn't hesitate, she spun around, her arm braced against the bitches throat. "You forget what happened last time that quick?" Crystal's eyes grew wide in fear and she shuddered, obviously regretting her poor decision. "I'd be glad I'm such a 'slut' if I were you, bitch. My dress is too tight to hide my switch. You're lucky to just get off with a warning." She pushed harder and the tweaking whore's face reddened, lacking oxygen. She let her gag for a minute before she let up and pushed herself back, swishing her ass on the way to the car.