"Of course it doesn't. You're my master," Mac replied, her last word seductive as her greedy crystal eyes looked over Jack's half nakedness. She gasped lightly out of how turned on she was becoming from all of this, and the sound of her panties ripping just added to it.
She caught herself easily when he tossed her towards the table, catching a glimpse of something with a shine to it before he was on her again. Mac watched as he moved the scalpel over her body. There was a twinge of fear of what he was planning to do with that sharp object, but mostly she had naughty hopes as to what he was going to do with it. At the comment, Mac chomped her teeth together with a click followed by a sly smile.
"You're right not to. I don't take kindly to things being forced in my mouth," she started off saying evenly before tapering off into a sharp moan at the cutting of her skin. "Fu-uck!" she hissed, her body arching at the pain and pleasure. He wasn't cutting deep in the least, so Mac's twinge of fear left her quickly, giving in to the feeling of sting from the cut and the play of his tongue on her.
It had been a while since Mac had a violent sexual encounter, but she hadn't forgotten how much she enjoyed it. Her claws flexed, itching to scratch at something, but she suspected she'd get in trouble for messing up the table. She turned them on Jack's shoulders, digging into his flesh, blood dripping from the new wounds.