Advent Calendar For Reverse Harem Readers
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“Are you ready?” Jameson asks, the vial and a cookie in his hand.
One stronger than the other.
“I am,” I say, reaching out for the vial – the strongest of the two.
“You know the stakes, Red. Drink or eat, and if you win before the drugs make you pass out – you get your freedom. If you don’t, I get to do whatever I wish with you,” he tells me, repeating the same thing he does each time, and my answer has and will always be yes.
It’s no secret that we are together.
I wouldn’t get special visits each week in his office if we weren’t, but this game has been going on for years now, and I’ve never won.
He loves me, but not enough to let me escape this place and lose me forever.
Jameson is a selfish man who somehow doesn’t mind sharing my heart with others, but he will never let me leave of my own will – not unless I win.
I take my seat in the plush leather chair across from him, putting on my serious face and suppressing the giggle that tries to escape when he shakes his head at my antics.
I pop the cork on the vial, downing the contents and grimace at the burn as it goes down.
“Are you sure, my love?” he asks me, “If you want to back out, then just say so, and I’ll lay you down on my couch and hold you until you wake.”
“We both know I will wake up with your cock inside of me either way, Wocky. Let me at least try to win my freedom first,” I joke.
Jameson’s face falls at my words, and I wince, knowing it’s a sore spot for him.
I love him just as he loves me, but I have a clock ticking above my head from my impending death.
She will never let me live.
“It’s your move,” he says, gesturing to the fallen queen. I pick her up and place her back onto the red square.
My hand hesitates over the piece, debating whether to move her now or to move a pawn instead.
The sedative in the vial is already working its way through my body, and I know that my time is limited in terms of how long I’ll be awake.
I rush, hating myself for giving into the blissfulness of nothing and move the pawn one square, playing it far too safe, but Jameson only nods his head, moving his castle four squares forward from his last move, blocking my knight from taking his queen.
I can feel my eyes droop, but I shake my head and focus on the chessboard in front of me, ignoring the heated glances from Jameson and moving my castle to take his.
He laughs, and I know I’ve fucked up, but the game continues, and he moves a pawn, taking mine and placing it to the side of the board where a collection of red pieces now sit.
“Are you getting tired, Red?” he mocks as my eyes droop again, and I know I’m only minutes away from losing consciousness.
Jameson rises from his seat and walks purposefully around his thick wooden desk, stopping just to the side of me.
His fingers brush through my hair, pushing it from my face, and he leans down, kissing me.
I try to return the kiss, but my lips don’t want to cooperate with the signals my brain is sending, and I see him smirk.
“Sleep, my love, and when you wake, I’ll make sure that my cock is still buried inside of you so we can finish together. I want to take my time with you tonight,” he whispers into my hair as he lifts me, depositing me on the couch that he had explicitly put in here for us.
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