They go to his apartment

Located in a tiny apartment complex surrounded by other similar buildings and warehouses, Jace’s little home was a sight to behold. Dark wooden floors and warm ambient light coming from lampshades defined the environment. The tranquil light bathed the beautiful couches and the serene paintings hanging on the walls, depicting grass fields and mountain ranges. Ava dropped her coat on the open counter that divided the welcoming living room and the well furnished kitchen, and carefully sat on one of Jace’s comfortable couches.

“Ok, this couch looked way too pretty to be comfortable, but oh…” She let herself sink into the cushions with a noise only the most dedicated members of her harem were used to hearing. “Boy, does it feel good.”

Jace chuckled as he made his way to the kitchen. “Would you like some coffee? Any special additions you’d like on it?”

“Cream, if you have some.” She looked at him over the counter, the divide actually letting her see into the kitchen and allowing her to watch the man work their drinks. He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a coffee maker and poured boiling hot coffee into two generous cups. He must have left the maker running as he left to get the package, Ava thought to herself.

Jace mixed their desired ingredients in each cup, all while sporting a simple, tranquil smile. He re-entered the living room, put one of the cups on the dark mahogany center table, picked up the controller and seamlessly turned on the TV in a single movement, then dropped himself onto the couch beside Ava as he offered her her cup with a simple nod.

“Thank you.” She took her cup and tasted her coffee. “Do you always watch your games with a cup of coffee?” She said, noticing the TV was tuned in to the pre-game commentators already.

“It’s a weird ritual, I know, but it’s one I like to keep. It brings good luck to the game.” He noticed Ava’s incredulous look, so he added, “You may not believe it, but it has always worked for me!”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever, big guy.” She chuckled sarcastically as she took another sip of her coffee and lounged on the couch.

“Well, today my usual recipe is about to get a new ingredient,” he said, psyching himself up. Ava simply raised an eyebrow.

Jace hunched over his cup on the mahogany table. He retrieved the vial he’d bought from Ava out of his pocket and added the liquid inside it to the coffee, then discarded the empty glass container on the table. He began stirring his drink, mixing the two liquids together.

Wonder how my pussy juice tastes when mixed with coffee. Ava thought to herself. She knew it wouldn’t be an issue, previous experiments and clients’ feedback had assured her that her Love Bond effects would remain intact even when mixed with the most random of substances. Still, she was curious.

He took three big gulps, making absolutely sure he had drunk at least some of the Love Bond juice. Afterwards, he dramatically wiped a hand over his mouth and put the cup back on the table with a clack. “It is done! No going back now,” he added, playfully.

“Jace, I have got to ask… how did it taste?”

“Honestly? The taste didn’t change at all. But I could for sure feel a more viscous part to it, I definitely felt it going in, the taste just didn’t register compared to the coffee.”

Ava hummed. Interesting. She looked at Jace again and saw the changes taking place almost instantly. His pupils dilated. His eyes, previously respectful and borderline chaste, now wandered over her form, drinking her in. The shadow of a smile danced on the corner of his lips every time he looked at her face. He was hers now.

Not that she had any doubt, it was a guaranteed certainty at this point. And she never got tired of seeing it play out again and again. Ava ran a hand through her hair and was more than happy to see Jace’s attention focus solely on her movements, watching her with tenderness and desire. He had gotten what he wanted, now she wondered what would come next.

“So… what now?”

“Well, if we are still following my plan, now we watch the game. It should be starting in a few minutes.” Jace was no longer looking at the TV, he only had loving eyes for Ava now. “But we don’t have to if you don’t want to. I left it to record in case my plan didn’t work, so we can do whatever you want right now.”

Ava chuckled. She loved it when they were eager. “No, no, it’s fine, we can watch the game. Tell me, what team do you root for again?”

***

“You blind motherfucker son of a bitch!” Ava jumped to her feet, raised her two middle fingers and thrust them towards the TV. “There was no foul there! You blind fucking ref, HE DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH THE OTHER GUY!”

She screamed to the TV, but to no avail, as the ref kicked off a player from the field. She stomped her bare feet on the wooden floor as halftime was declared during the most dire circumstances possible.

“We could have scored and turned this game around, but nooooo, that guy just had to pretend to be hit on the ribs.” Ava let herself fall back onto the couch, disappointed.

It had definitely been a pleasant surprise that Jace happened to root for Ava’s favorite team, the one she accompanied since childhood. An even better surprise was when not only he didn’t chastise her for her passionate screams, but he occasionally joined as well. He just wasn’t as… vocal as her.

“That dude was bought for sure!” Jace exclaimed from his comfortable place on the couch, using the bottle of beer in his hand to angrily point at the TV. “There is no way he thought that was an actual foul.”

“Right?!” Ava turned to him, her arms raised in the air in exasperation. “That ref was payed off, there’s no other explanation here!”

“Hear hear, sister.” He extended his arm to her, they toasted with their bottles and each took a long gulp of beer to cope.

Emotions on the other side of the screen seemed to be winding down, with an elegant woman singing beautiful slow ballads for the halftime show. The pair on the couch just sighed and drank more beer.

“So, is there anything you want to do during halftime?” Jace asked.

Ava smirked at his lovestruck look. She decided to play along. “Why, do you have any suggestions?”

“Well, I could…” Jace moved closer to her on the couch. She made no motion to back away, so he raised his hand to caress her cheek. She looked at him with a look of curiosity and defiance. But since she showed no signs of resistance, he leaned in. “... do this.”

Jace kissed her tenderly, carefully. Like he was afraid to give in to all his passion, in fear of driving her away. Ava enjoyed the kiss, his tongue dancing with her own, the thrill it inevitably gave her. His hesitance was cute, she enjoyed it for a while. After a few moments, though, she pushed him away.

“What makes you think I’d let you go any further than this?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” Jace asked, confused and disappointed the kiss had ended.

“I wouldn’t say that, it was quite enjoyable.” Ava ran a nail over her lips, loving the sight of Jace squirming as she did so. “But, if anything, you could have used more of your hands.”

Jace smiled with a bit of pride, but still a lot of confusion. “Then why…?”

“Because I have a harem, silly,” Ava said, like it was the most obvious information in the world. Because, well, it was. “Why would I settle for a fine kiss if I can have any number of people servicing me in any way I want? All I have to do is go back home and they will take care of me.”

Jace took a second to wonder what he could possibly say to convince her to stay. Ava smiled, seeing him trying to keep her by his side was cute. It brought her back to her early days of experimenting with her Love Bond by herself, all the funny and weird things people would do to spend another moment in her company, to have the chance of having sex with her again. Those were the good days…

“You said I could use more of my hands?”

Jace’s voice brought Ava back from her reverie. “What? Yes, I believe I said that…”

“Well, I’m sure the people in your harem are probably very good at fucking you and eating you out…” He started, ready to sell her on, apparently, an alternative.

“They are very proficient, yes.” She interrupted him.

“Erhm, like I said, they're pretty good at doing those things.” His tone became nervous. “But do you have anyone in your harem who can give you a nice massage?”

“A massage?” That caught Ava completely off guard. What would she ever need a massage for? She never had any of her harem members learn anything of the sort. And she wasn’t sure if any of them knew of it before meeting her, either.

“A very nice massage. One that eases your tensions, relaxes your whole body, and makes you feel so light, all your troubles seem miles and miles away.” Jace continued, now confident in the service he offered.

“No, I don’t believe anyone there is particularly good at massages…” Ava trailed off, wondering if this supposed massage could really give her all that Jace promised.

“Perfect!” He clapped his hands together. “It is going to blow your mind.”

Ava’s response was simply an incredulous, skeptic look.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘till you try it.” Jace already had a disarming smile on his face.

“You know what? Fine, we’ve got nothing better to do during this halftime anyway. Let’s see if you're really good with your hands.” She gave him a naughty wink.