AU-Somewhere during "Summer in the City", between finding the dead body and the scene where they find the suspect.

"You weren't watching me were you?" a shocked Mac said, with his eyes wide with surprise. "Me in the shower?"

"I couldn't resist", a sly looking Stella replied. "I've long lost count of how many times I've watched you shower including all the 'secret' things you do".

"My god Stella. How long have you been checking me out?" Mac uttered his voiced raised in surprise and pleasant shock. He was never aware, until now how strongly Stella was actually attracted to Mac, and how she managed to keep it secret for so many years. Not only that but at age 35, Stella was eager to have kids but none of her past boyfriends looked like father material to her, except Mac. If she were to have kids, she wanted Mac to be their biological father.

"Hmm, since shortly after we met. It's not necessarily just men checking women out you know." replied Stella. "I've had more than one dream where you had tied me up and we made love together. You have no idea how much I hate when I wake up in the middle of them"

Mac swept Stella off her feet and carried her to his bedroom and laid her on his bed, Stella's eyes filled with lust. Mac climbing on top of her, he then takes a strip of red silk, runs it alongside the left side of her face, Stella closing her eyes, stretching her arms to where her wrists to the left and right bars of Mac's bed, indicating that Stella wanted Mac to tie her up.

Both of their minds in the gutter, Stella lay on her back on his bed and held her wrists above her head to Mac's bed frame while he tied red silk scarves around each wrist, securing it tightly to it, and then did the same to the other wrist, strategically tying her wrists so she couldn't reach for the knots. He also stuffed a pillow under her head to make sure she's comfortable.

"How's that Stella?" Mac asked with a guttural smile.

"Perfect. Nice and tight." Cooed Stella as she gently bit her lower lip. She couldn't reach for the knots either, ensuring that she couldn't escape on her own, not that she wanted to right now.

Mac could not believe what was happening. He had never imagined Stella being submissive but here, he could easily tell Stella was very horny being tied up on Mac's bed, with her wrists tied to the bed frame above her head and lying on the pillows. Seeing Stella in her teal tank-top, black leather belt and tight black pants, and tied to the bed was a huge turn on even though he normally is very resistance to women's attempts at wooing or seducing him. Mac slowly slipped Stella's high-heels off her feet and ran his hand around her feet and even all the way up her calf, up to her knee, even under her tight pants.

Mac climbed up onto the bed and was on all fours on top of Stella. With his hands running through Stella's messy of curly brown hair, their lips latched together and kissed passionately, Stella pulling at her tied wrists, heart fluttered with enormous pleasure, Mac easily could hear her heart throb. He noticed her tender breasts and nipples easily noticeable through her tank top. Having unbuttoned his shirt, he revealed a near toned build with a well-toned torso, and even a six-pack despite being in his mid to late 40s something even Mac-A-Lot Kingdom didn't anticipate. He reached under her tank top, massaging her belly button, and eventually pushed the tank top above her face and neck until it was scrunched up by her wrists, he sometimes wonder if she should've taken it off before being tied to the bed.

Yes of course, Mac tied Stella to his bed and thus has total 'control' over her but at the same time, her sultry mood, sexy look in her eyes, hot outfit she was wearing, and the Godly Greek beauty that was Stella, it was impossible for Mac to resist. It could even be that Stella, just by getting Mac worked up, IS the one controlling Mac. Mac kind of got the sense that despite being tied up, SHE was controlling him, just by getting him all aroused. He gently caressed her hard nipples, even while still having his lips latched to hers. Her heart began to pound, harder than even when she ran when chasing suspects.

Mac was almost fearful the intense horniness might cause him to have a heart attack. The sudden extreme arousal of him actually 'accessing' and yes, even 'pollinating' Stella was so much that he almost didn't care of his heart gave out. Stella on the other hand moaned "Don't stop….." as he kept thrusting his manhood inside of her, she pulling at the silk bonds around her wrists, her long legs latched around Macs, both fully naked, save for her scrunched up tank-top near her wrists on the bed-frame. Stella's heart was pounding, so much so that Mac could both hear it and see her chest pulsate from the heart pounding. Mac was 45 years old while Stella was 35-ish but he never felt such an enormous 'release' ever in his life, not even during the rare intercourses he had with the late Claire and a date he had back in high school. Even with all the science, he still wondered with fascination why sexual intercourse generates the same, if not more physical exhaustion than even hard exercise. Both reached an intense climax that would be difficult, if not impossible for either to rival again in the future.

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