Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
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Light beams into the room from every angle. You're warm and comfortable, and Max is getting dressed?
What time is it?
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she says in her innocent tone.
You look under the covers and notice your cock is still locked into this stupid device.
"Max, what the fuck, I'm *so* goddamn horny! I need to cum!"
"You were unlocked last night, remember? But we agreed that you should be locked back in until Kenzie agrees to your terms...as an incentive..."
You definitely don't remember agreeing to this.
"...It was *your* idea, silly."
You curse whatever the hell she was putting in your drinks and plead with her to let you out.
"You told me you might say that," and she pulls up video of you, begging her to lock you back into the device.
And you sound completely lucid.
What the fuck?
"Max, I understand, but..."
"Ah ah. You have my number now. Text me if you have any trouble with Kenzie. I've gotta go get to a meeting. The car is waiting for you outside. Moka won't bother you today." Max giggles and shushes your protests, shooing you out of the room.
You get into the car, and, after confirming Max's number in your phone (and noticing several texts and missed calls from Kenzie), you head back to the motel.