I finished this shortly after the first part and decided I'll just post chapters as they are finished. I wanted to rush delivery so we can go ahead and get into the movie. The next part probably wont be until sometime next week, so enjoy!
Alva Starr and I were talking and I recall her mentioning that Mac has a stylistic way of having sex, even going as far as to say most Mac smut is the same. It dawned on me how true that really is. I took it as a personal challenge to write something a bit more original. Hope that's okay! Credit for the idea in this chapter once again goes to Annabeth's tumblr which is stocked full of graphic sex ideas that leave me panting!
Please leave reviews and alerts 'cause I'm selfish and needy.
Typical Mac warnings apply. This chapter contains graphic, BDSM sex, foul language, and general Mac-Ness for your viewing pleasure. ;) Consider yourself warned.
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.
The first time Aberdeen went to Mac's house, she thought it was a joke. She quickly realized his humble abode was minimally furnished and absent of cleanliness because Mac neither ate nor slept. It was simply a place he stored his clothes and came to think. His thoughts were possessed. When he dreamt, he had fitful sleeps, waking up at all hours of the night to doodle disturbing drawings of spiders. Always spiders. That same day, she demanded a house of her own.
The double wide was ordered from Albuquerque and had come custom furnished. They planted the trailer on Stan's land, just behind his house on the main road. Mac would do anything to make her stay.
When her cousin had agreed to lend her his land for her homestead, he hadn't exactly thought out how awkward it would be between him and his boss. It took a lot of restraint on his behalf.
The first thing Aberdeen did when she got home that night was put her hooker heels in her closet room. The second thing Aberdeen did was walk into her bathroom to pour alcohol on her newly established wound. The antiseptic should have burnt her delicate flesh, but instead it reminded Aberdeen that she was Mac's. He cared about her in some sick fashion. The excruciating sting was just another reminder just how much.
She dabbed off the dried blood carefully, foregoing covering the teeth marks in order to be able to relish in them a while longer.
She tied her hair up and removed her heavy makeup before unzipping that silly dress and hanging it up. She walked, completely naked, to the bedroom and rummaged through her dresser to find her shirt - Mac's shirt. She pulled on his over-sized black shirt and then found a pair of lacey cheeky panties to sleep in. She didn't want to shower, she would sleep more soundly smelling of sex and Mac.
She didn't open her eyes when there was a shift on the bed. Thighs pinned her dainty hips down to the mattress and she smirked in her "sleep". Her mouth was pried open and satin was stuffed in. Realization struck her and she jerked up, his hands pressed hard on her shoulders. She may not have been able to move, but she certainly could spit the fabric out. On her stomach lay the saliva soaked turquoise thong from the cave. Both sets of bright blue eyes met in the dark of her bedroom in a death match. "You sick fuck! Who the fuck - ?"
He braced his hand over her mouth, silencing her. "Ain't gonna stay an' play nice if yer gonna bitch." He warned. "Ye went snoopin', huh?"
She bit his hand, knowing it wouldn't hurt him. He gave her another weary stare before pulling his hand back. "Who is she?"
"No one special."
She believed him. "She dead?" He chuckled. She knew the answer. "Better fucking be." She muttered.
She was familiar with his usual routine. He'd find an unsuspecting college girl, take her out to the canyons, and torture her. Sometimes sex was apart of that, but it was mostly about the thrill of the kill. She was just glad it was never her.
"Jealous?" He growled with a smirk.
"Not really. I was busy while you were away. Week's a long time, Mac." She smirked triumphantly until he back handed her, sending her back down into her pillows.
"Y'ain't so smart, bitch." She wasn't surprised by the blow, welcoming it. "Ye want me ta fuck ye good, girl? Do that thing ye like? 'R ye want me ta leave?"
"I want you to fuck me into the mattress, daddy." She used her most innocent voice, reveling in the look he gave her when she pin pointes his daddy issues.
He growled, deep and feral. He gave her a menacing look and offered to put the panties back in her mouth. "Be a good little girl. Keep these in yer priddy little mouth."
She willingly accepted, trying to will away the dampened taste of another woman. He leaned into her with his full weight, pressing her down into the bed. She bucked her hips playfully and felt his erection against her taught stomach.
He kissed her mouth over the underwear, rewarding her for her acceptance, not only of the panties, but his lifestyle. He kissed her throat, working his way down to her shoulder. He lifted her shirt, throwing it to the floor once it was over her head. He settled back into her, kissing the bite mark, a perfect, bloody indentation of his teeth. She winced at the feel of his chemical laced lips against her alabaster complexion, now tarnished again by Mac's abuse.
She urged at his belt, unhooking it and egging him on. He groaned into her neck, vibrating against the hollow of her neck. He grabbed her wrists and twisted them, crossing her arms. "Stay." He warned. He pulled back and whipped out his belt, slashing it across her cheek in the process. She moaned at the sting and shifted below him, trying to find relief from the burning between her thighs.
He wrapped the belt around her wrists and tightened it, binding them as well as he could with the worn leather. He pushed her hands over her head. He sat back, admiring his work before settling in on her neck again, kissing down her chest and nipping at her nipples. He watched her face as he swirled his tongue around her pearly nubs.
He held her hips down, thumbing around the diamonds their absent mindedly as he worked his mouth on her perfect tits. He waited until her breathing increased before he was satisfied, taking the hardened pebble between his decaying teeth and tugging.
She moaned around the soaked silk and he continued his decent downwards nibbling and sucking down her stomach, stopping at those dermal anchors he loved so much to tug at them with his tongue, then finally stopping at her quivering core.
He could smell her arousal through those lace panties she insisted on wearing despite the inevitable. He nipped at the crotch, right above her clit and her hips thrust up to his mouth. The eyes of the lace snagged on his rugged teeth and ripped a hole in the crotch. He slipped his tongue in the hole, sliding through her folds and nudging her clit. She jerked beneath him again and he chuckled, slipping his fingers in the quarter sized hole ripping the panties down the line of her crotch.
"Ye lettin' other men touch what's mine?" He said it close to her throbbing core, breathing hot against her sex. She shook her head no. "Ye lyin'?" Another no. "Ye want Mac ta suck ye till ye come in m'mouth?" She moaned, rolling her hips and shaking her head yes. He chuckled and gave her a harsh glare.
Before she could move, he was slipping that skilled tongue into her wet folds. She jerked up again, moaning around the panties, allowing pleasure to take over. He gripped her hips, holding her place. Her hand settled on her thigh with the large cameo scarred into her pale flesh. The other thumbed over her dermal anchor. He chuckled at her reaction, sending surges of vibrating pleasure though her.
He stopped swirling around her swollen clit and slipped his wriggling tongue into her tight little cunt, raking his teeth over her the barbell through her most sensitive spot as he dug inside of her, desperately trying to find that tight, spongey spot inside her walls. It was her favorite move, he had learned. That noise she made sent a pulsing surge to his erect cock. "Still taste so fuckin' sweet." He growled.
He ground his tongue, lapping at the upper wall of her clenching pussy and dug his teeth against the engorged bud at the apex of her thighs, his teeth catching on the piercing and tugging her clit. She made a sweet, pleading moan and her whole body tightened. Her hips jerked upwards and her thighs clenched his cheeks, locking him in place as she came apart. "Mac!" She murmured around the panties. The word was barely distinguishable.
Mac pulled back, standing at the edge of her bed. He pulled off his shirt and made a show of undoing his pants while she rolled on the bed, coming down from her orgasm high. "Ain't no other man ever make ye feel like that, huh?" He laughed darkly. "Mac's the only man that ever make ye come so hard?" She moaned, nodding slowly, exaggerating it for his ego. "Fuckin' right I am." He heard his boots thump on the floor and he kneeled back at the end of her bed. "Want me ta do that thing ye like? Make ye scream real loud?"
She nodded energetically. Truth be told, there weren't many "things" she didn't like when it came to Mac. It wasn't until he pushed her to her side, smacking her ass hard and laying behind her that she knew what "thing" he meant. She moaned in anticipation and lifted her left leg, the highest one that he was laying behind.
He laughed at her anxiousness, grabbing her calf with his large hands and biting at her leg. His hand trailed down her inner calf and he ground himself into her ass, redirecting his cock to nudge her folds, brushing the edge of his dick into her clit piercing and gliding through her wetness. He continued this sweet torment until she protested, a guttural whine the only noise she could manage. He smirked to himself before shifting quickly and thrusting into her hot core.
She squealed and her head rolled back, welcoming the contact. He kept her leg up in the air with one arm, plying her body as he wished. He felt her tremor around him, knowing it wouldn't be long before she erupted for a second time. He hooked his other arm over her hip and began slapping her clit, hard and fast. Her whole body shook and she groaned and allowed herself over to Mac's relentless torment.
"Like that, don't ye?" He growled. "Tight, filthy little cunt." He kept hitting the barbell until she screamed around the satin in her mouth and contracted hard around his cock. He pumped through her tightening, waiting out the waves of her orgasm to find his own release, coming in hot spurts inside of her wet channel with a loud, animalistic grunt. "Fuckin' love that, don't ye?" He laughed to himself, falling beside her on the bed.
She rolled over with some difficulty, laying her head on his bare chest. She occupied herself with counting the scabs on his neck until he caught his breath and pulled the underwear from her mouth.
"I'll burn these fer ye." He offered. "Know ye hate it."
She smacked her lips a few times, willing the saliva back into it before replying. "Thanks." She held up her bound wrists. "Could you?" He worked at untying her and then threw his belt to the floor.
"Stan told me ye went to the warehouse today." He muttered, reaching in his pants to find his cigarettes. He lit one and took a long draw. "Ye have any problems?"
"No."
"Ye didn't have ta do it. Coulda gone tomorrow."
"It's no problem." She sighed. "I help when I can."
He took another puff, then nodding slowly through the exhale.
"I need the truck tomorrow, though. I have a doctor's appointment." Mac raised a brow at her, silently asking the question. She reached over him to the bottle on the side table, shaking it. It rattled loudly, signaling it was almost empty. She opened it slowly and popped one of the oblong white pills into her mouth.
"When?"
"Noon."
"It'll be back by then." He muttered, stubbing out the cigarette. "Rest." He instructed, standing and gathering his clothes.
"You aren't tired?" She sat up on one arm and watched him. He glared at her, knowing she knew the answer. "Hungry?"
"Not that either. Just go ta fuckin' sleep. Ye need yer rest. I'm gonna wear ye out this week, girl." He growled, causing her to moan.
"I love it when you say romantic things."
Aberdeen pulled up to the Luna Mesa after nightfall. Her cousin said he and Mac had planned on coming straight from "work." She needed reassurance. She had to see Mac.
She was anxious, not sure what to do. She hated that feeling. She drummed on the steering wheel of her car and pushed the thought of the oxys and valiums in her purse out of her mind. There was a blond boy on the porch smoking that she hadn't recognized. No doubt another college kid coming to scale the rock formations. One puff, she told herself. It had to be better than the pills.
She took a deep breath and dropped her heels on the floor, jumping out of the Suburban to slip on the modest pumps. She gave herself credit, she had dressed much more conservatively this time. She wore her favorite skirt, a tight red bandage skirt covered in sheer black tulle and a loose fitting black band tee.
She knew he was watching as she ascended the stairs to join him on the porch. "Do you mind?" She asked, motioning to the cigarette. His jaw dropped a bit and he nodded, handing her the one in his hand. "Thanks." She smirked. She took one hit, immediately feeling the nicotine high. It had been a few years since she quit. She pushed the thought of another out of her mind as well, watching Harley pull up in the lot. She handed the blond his cigarette back smiled at him, exhaling the smoke from her lungs. "Strickland." She extended her hand to him.
He stared a minute, shaking his head to concentrate, then accepted her grip with his empty hand. "Tom." He smiled warmly to her.
"Tom." She repeated. "What brings you out to this area? You rock climb?"
"God no. Friend of mine has some property out here he's looking to sell. Thought it would be fun to tag along."
"Oh yeah?" She processed the information as she hung over the railing, watching Harley curse in his car, hitting the dashboard. He was holding something in his hands that glinted under the security light of the parking lot. "I've lived here a while. Haven't seen anything for sale."
"The guy behind the bar's been interested." He motioned to the Luna.
Walter. "Really now?"
"Yeah, you know the Ashton house?"
If she had something in her mouth, she would have spit it out. She knew the Ashton house. She knew the Ashton house well. She also knew who was the owner of said house. Who he was related to. "Oh, yeah." She said coolly, gaining composure. "About time someone did something with that house."
"It's a dump." He chuckled. "You said you live round here?"
"Yeah, about two miles out, actually." Stan's Z71 pulled into the parking lot, followed closely by a junky red pickup. "I need to get inside." She looked apologetically at him. "It was nice meeting you."
"Yeah, nice meeting you." He said, obviously caught off guard. She slipped off the porch, hoping Mac didn't see what had just transpired.
She walked up to the bar, waving Walter off when he went to pour her usual shot. She was too busy looking to the table by the window where they sat. She recognized them from the photo. They had another girl with them. This wasn't good.
"Anyone ever tell you it was impolite to stare?" Walter snickered. She replied by flipping him off.
She heard the men stomp up the porch. "Harley! Get your ass over here!" Mac snarled.
Tom followed her back in, finished with his cigarette. He walked right into an Indian boy by the counter, close to the door. He ended up spilling his shot on the floor just beside her. That's when Mac, Stan, and the other guys entered the bar. Aberdeen had no time to react, she just watched as Mac pushed Tom into the counter, spilling a canister of sugar.
"Whoa! Easy partner!" Tom laughed, rebounding quickly. He made a poor choice in words.
"Do I look like yer fuckin' partner? As a matter o' fact, I don't think I fuckin' know you."
Stan stood protectively in front of Aberdeen. Mac was obviously in the first stages of tweaking. The rage and incoherence were clear. Harley slipped in behind them in his civilian clothes, obviously not going to interfere.
"Hey, hey, hey! Mac!" Devon walked over, beer in hand, to calm the man down. "Mac! It's uh, it's been a while. You remember me?" Mac looked at the boy, smirking and appraising him, running a hand through his grungy hair. "That's Tom. He's my cousin."
"Devon Ashton and his cousin, Tommy. Never thought I'd see you again."
"This is Mac. He owns the dog." Devon explained.
"Oh, the animal lover." The brunette girl scoffed.
"Reunion like this calls for a celebration! Let's have some whiskey!"
"Fine with beer." Devon protested.
"Yer gonna have whiskey." Mac growled.
"Deputy." Tom nodded at Harley.
Mac poured two shots of Jack Daniels, not being shy about helping himself to the goods behind the counter. He handed one to Devon. They downed the shots silently and Mac took the glasses, setting them on the counter. He paused, staring at the counter. The crowd that gathered by the door watched as he anxiously drew a spider in the spilled sugar before marring the drawing, smearing the sugar, and turned back to Devon. Aberdeen knew the importance of the drawing and tried to find the connection. "How'd Devon find a nice girl like you?"
"Fraternity boy, sorority girl." The brunette explained, pointing accordingly.
"College, huh? Seems like a big waste of time to me. But yer brave, though. Comin' out here with Regina after what happened."
"I've got to pee." The blonde girl, Aberdeen recognized as Regina muttered, nervously touching her hair and running away.
"I wouldn't be brave like that." Mac continued. "I'd be scared. Heard after your parents little accident, someone gave little sister a ride. Busted her wide open. Isn't that nasty, Devon?" In that moment, Devon struck, obviously done with Mac's taunting. Mac was faster and stronger, pinning the boy to the counter before he knew what hit him. "That's fuckin' sick."
Aberdeen felt like she was a step behind. She had no idea what the brother's were talking about now, but she knew it wasn't going to end well. She pushed into Stan's back, trying to intervene, but her cousin held her back. "No." He said sternly. "They have to work this out."
"Mac!" Walter warned, pulling out his baseball bat and hitting the counter. "You don't want to do that, son." Mac took a step back, obeying with his hands raised defensively.
"Come on." The brunette said.
"Just a precaution." Walter explained, lowering the bat on the counter.
"Let's dance." Mac allowed Devon's girlfriend to walk him out to the empty floor and proceeded to put his hands on her hips. He didn't even realize Aberdeen was in the room anymore.
She wasted no time pushing herself from behind the fortress of Stan's broad body and stomped her way to the end of the bar. She fought the urge to just punch the bitch in the face and glared at Mac. He had his face buried in the bitch's neck, pulling on the loops of her jeans. "Mac!" She hissed. He looked up at her, over the girl's shoulder and smirked. His eyes shot behind her to Devon, who had stomped out the door to the porch. Once Devon left the room, Mac looked back to Aberdeen. He was daring her to do something. "Fucker." She hissed again, more to herself this time. Despite herself, she decided to give him a chance. She curled her finger, telling him to come to her. He shook his head, the smirk never leaving his face. She had no choice.
She crossed the floor and grabbed a handful of dark brown hair. She used little effort, jerking the girl backwards, making a clear path to Mac's face. She swung, but he caught her hand, spinning her around easily and holding her back close to his chest. "That's m'girl." He chuckled into her neck, then lay his chin on the bit mark in her shoulder.
Devon ran back in, snatching his girl friend's arm, despite her shock and probable headache, and drug her out the door.
"You want her?" She asked quietly.
He knew what she meant. Is she next. "Just wanted to get under his skin. Sh'ain't special." He nipped at her bite and she winced. It had finally stopped bleeding. "We got shit ta handle here. Ye wanna drink?" He offered.
"No, I shouldn't." She sighed, spinning in his arms. She placed a hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes. This whole afternoon her mind had been swimming. All she wanted to do was talk to Mac. She finally had her opportunity, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. "I think I'll just head on home. Will you come tonight?" She asked hopefully.
"Won't be th'only one." She shuddered at the words. "Go on." He sneered. "Git home."
She leaned up on her toes and he granted her a quick kiss, countering it with an ass grab for his image. She moaned into his mouth, her ass still sore. "Behave." She warned just before she left. She knew it was futile, but she had to try.