"Mm."

He looks at her thoughtfully, not quite smiling. He's definitely turned on, but... yeah. Can't let that stand, as lovely a picture as it makes.

"Not that I don't appreciate it," he says, "because I really, really do, but I don't want you doing that again. Driving safely is more important than getting off."

He takes a step forward, into her personal space, and wraps a hand around the back of her neck and kisses her forehead and looks into her eyes. "Your life belongs to me. Take better care of it."

Valerie pouts, surprised. She supposes she's never thought about it like that. And it wouldn't do to mar her beauty and charms in an accident. Though of course daddy would pay to have everything fixed, it would still likely be a rather large inconvenience. Still, it's taking away a bit of her fun, but, well, that doesn't matter. It's what he wants, what he's telling her to do. And even if she might want to defy him, well, he's likely right about this anyways and it's not like she's going to defy him like that. She's devoted to him. She's his. 

Valerie grins with delight as he touches her, still turned on and squirming, and then shudders under his steely gaze. "Yes, sir," she says, looking away, still seductively repentant but, well, actually contrite, not just the appearance of it. If it makes Sean that unhappy (and, well, if he tells her to to do it, because she's his), she'll make sure she's careful. 

He smiles.

"Good girl," he says, and kisses her forehead again, and picks her up and carries her to bed. It's a little annoying that he didn't think to take his clothes off half an hour ago, but he can fix that after he puts her down.

Valerie gasps softly when he calls her that, the combination of words having such a delightful effect in layered meanings. The statement that she's pleased, the reminder that she's his to please, which sends an erotic shiver down her already aroused spine and body. He controls her and he's so strong and powerful and it feels so good to please him, and have that reminder of how much he dominates her, and how devoted she is that she feels so fucking turned on when he tells her she has. Fuck, he's so fucking strong.

And then he proves even more how strong he is, picking her up like that, and she swoons and presses her body into him, wrapping her arms around him, feeling his strength and power and just how easily he could toss her around, fuck. She wants to be fucked, she wants to be held down and have all of her attempts at seduction and contrivance pushed away like they're nothing, her struggles rendered to naught. She wants to be reminded, shown just how helpless she is before him, just how much more of a superior specimen he is, even more than her. A reminder of just how much he deserves to have what he wants, that he can just reach out and take it, take her, fuck her, tease her, use her. Fuck, thinking about it turns her on so fucking much, thinking about how much better he is. Capable and unmanipulable and focused and strong.

Once on the bed, Valerie displays herself as the hot and sexy and horny seductress that she is, ready and waiting for Sean to take her, however he wants her. Watching him start to strip off his clothing, she starts to do the same... and stops. What she really wants right now is a show of power, of force, of dominance and control and ownership. If he wants her to strip, well, all he needs to do is tell her, and she has no doubt he'd simply tell her what he wants when and if he wants it. But she wants to be fucking taken, have her clothing torn asunder (expensive clothing, which makes it even hotter, but it's not like it will be difficult to replace, of course), held down and used in an expression of his desires and power and just how helpless she is in the face of them. And well, if she leaves her clothes on, she hopes he'll do just that. She takes a moment to display herself even better, top half-pulled-down, bottom riding up, laying there looking panting and needy, as appealing as she can manage. Which of course, is very appealing. She knows he can easily resist anything she tries, but she expects he'll be turned on by the display regardless. And hopefully turned on to use her how she wants to be used, reminding her of just how much she's his.

Awww, that's cute. And it's hot how she knows she can't manipulate him, how she likes that she can't manipulate him, how she's giving up and just hoping for what she wants.

And, well.

The things she wants are pretty nice.

So he pounces, tears her dress apart, doesn't bother disentangling her from the pieces, and pins her to the bed and fucks her violently.

Valerie shrieks in mock and obviously fake horror as he tears the dress away, made even more obviously fake by the way she presses and rubs her revealed flesh against him, arching her back. She moans and shudders as he holds her down, fucking horny at the display of his strength. His control of her, his power over her. He doesn't care about her outfit, doesn't care what she wants, even though, well, this is what she wanted, he sees what he wants and just takes. And he's so much stronger and he can just hold her there and it feels so good to see this kind of domination in action. She's wet when he slides into her, wet and dripping, horny as fuck from playing with herself before and from feeling him take her like this.

But she wants to feel it more. And so she struggles against his hold, fighting uselessly (fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck) against his hold, her arms and legs being held down firmly, inexorably, entirely. She struggles and fights even as she fucks him back, enjoying it, trying to pull away one second and being held fast, pressing into him hard as he thrusts deep into her in another, pressed up against him hot and wet and loving every second of it. Fucking hell she loves this. Craves this. She wishes she had this much power, she's so much better than everyone else but it's nothing compared to him, even what if what he wants is strange sometimes he just takes it, takes her, takes everything, and she can't escape no matter how hard she tries. She cums hard, moaning and gasping, feeling his cock pound into her, writhing against him in a mix of struggle and desire, bucking wildly as she's used, unable to resist, to fight, her body her mind owned so completely by him. She's so fucking his and he can do whatever he wants to her and she can't stop him. And even after she cums, feeling half wrung out but still horny as fuck even with the fight half-left her, he's still taking her. She writhes and struggles a little and fucks him back, enjoying every second of it, enjoying the rush of power in action even if it isn't her own.

Oh that's fun. That's nice. He likes feeling powerful and he likes feeling the echo of that power in her mind, in the way she struggles helplessly under him, in the sounds she makes and the pleasure she feels and the way she keeps squirming and loving it even after she comes. He's so glad he owns her. He's so glad he can take her like this and watch her love it like this and make her come like this and keep right on using her until he's done, and he's so glad she likes it like that, wants him to hold her down and show her that he owns her.

Valerie loves it too, even if it is tiring her out some. She's still fucking horny from doing all of this even after cumming, because it's such a fucking rush to see such an exercise of power like this, and even though it's getting harder and harder to struggle she still tries, a little. He's so much better than her, still going strong, hard, feeling so good taking what he wants from deep inside her, controlling the pace and the distance and everything, even when she thrusts her hips back up at him with need and desire. It'll be even better watching him do it to someone else which should be but right now this is so good. She struggles, a little less each time as she looses her strength, loses her resolve even in the face of all the glorious fucking, moaning and wet and needy and getting fucked and feeling the electric flush of dominance in action wash over her.

He didn't intend for this to last all that long but fuck it's good feeling how much she loves it. He slows down a little, to really take pleasure in the moment, in her mind and her body, in how deeply she belongs to him. Good. Good. Perfect.

Right before he comes, he wraps his hand around her throat, just to feel it there, the physical expression of his power. It's intensely, viscerally satisfying, and afterward he snuggles down and wraps his arms around her with a sigh of absolute contentment.

The sudden hands on her throat are enough to fill her with energy, a sudden shock and terror and delight that makes her gasp and writhe as he cums inside her. Valerie isn't even sure if she's struggling or fucking him back or both, but she moans and really feels it, feels the way he owns her so much that he can just, just, imply things with his hands when he cums in her, cum in what's his and what he owns and controls and dominates, such fucking awesome power, fuck. She sobs with need and joy, with burning delighted lust, and she's just a little bit regretful when he removes his hands when he's done with her, to hold her close once more. Only a little though, because it's his choice when he's done with her, his choice for what he wants to do with her. And it still feels rather... lovely, to be held like this. She presses closer into him, not in a sexy way, but in a way that seems to grant both of them comfort, and breathes a little slower, relaxing slowly while being held. 

Mmmmmmmm yes good. Holding her is so so good.

"Mine," he murmurs, kissing her forehead.

Valerie arches her back when he says that, moaning softly and pressing into him. "Yours, sir," she agrees. 

He gives her a gentle squeeze, smiling. He wants... to hold her and cuddle her and protect her and keep her safe and warm and happy and his.

For now, though, maybe all he wants is to go to sleep snuggling her.

Valerie feels good being held in his arms, and she can feel his breathing slow. He's going to be falling asleep soon. And Valerie, being held so wonderfully like this, has no problem following him into sleep as well. She's still a little (ok more than a little, fuck) turned on by what they've just done, but that's calming down being held like this. If he wants to fall asleep soon, Valerie will likely just do the same. Held close and feeling oddly good. 

When he wakes up in the morning, he spends a long moment just holding her, and then kisses her on the cheek and pulls her head down for his morning blowjob.

Valerie is a bit groggy and confused when she wakes up like this, being pulled onto his cock like this. But it's not an unfamiliar situation at this point, not at all. She quickly settles into a proper routine, sucking him, giving him the pleasure he so richly deserves, slowly but surely increasing, feeling horny herself from giving him such passion and delight. Fuck. She reaches between her legs to touch herself, gently, as she brings him harder and harder and closer and closer to cumming into her mouth. And maybe touching herself a little more, a little harder, if he allows her to. Because it's up to him to allow, fuck. 

He pets her hair and lets her work, and when he comes he sighs happily and tugs on her hair to pull her up into his arms again. He's still kind of sleepy, but he really wants to hold her while she gets herself off.

Valerie is more than happy to drink down his cum and be pulled back up into his arms, moved by him however he desires. He doesn't seem to want her to stop touching herself -- if anything he seems to be encouraging it, watching her, enjoying it when she moans or gasps or writhes with pleasure, and so she picks up the pace, pressing her finger into her clit, squeezing her legs together around her fingers, slowly fucking herself with a finger while touching herself, fuck. She touches herself harder and harder and faster and faster, knowing full well that he could stop her at any moment if he wanted to, that her pleasure could be cut off with a word or a hand and there'd be nothing she could do about it, and that just bring her closer, faster. Even sleepy like this, he's still so fucking in control and she's so very his. And she loves it. 

Valerie cums with a soft moan and a gasp, her body arching into him as he holds her, feeling warm and delighted and controlled and happy and good, and then curls up a little in his arms, letting him hold her so sweetly however he desires. 

Awwwww that's lovely. He grins and hugs her and kisses her on the cheek again. "Mmmm, g'morning."

"Good morning, sir," she purrs, pressing a little closer to him, elated and still just a little bit randy even after having cum for him. (For him, fuck. Definitely still just a little bit horny.)

He squeezes her and kisses her and sighs contentedly.

"I should probably get to class," he says, "but I'll see you later."

One more kiss, and then he's out.

Valerie kisses him back, needily, with just a little bit of hunger as she tastes him, and give a very small pout as he pulls away to get ready to go. 

She's not how she can still be horny after last night and this morning, but she is. It may be time to go seduce someone, for fun, and skip one of her annoyingly early morning classes, for once. Since Sean really doesn't ever seem to mind. Yes, that sounds like a delight. There's a couple of cute boys that she has the number of, maybe she'll track one down and use them and discard them. It will be such fun to watch one of them break, curling inwards as she leaves them. She's been getting so much sex from Sean that she hasn't enjoyed something like that in days. Maybe a week, even. Yes, that sounds like a great way to start the day. 

Not that he's one to talk, but man, she's got kind of fucked-up hobbies.

Whatever. Clothes, phone, car, class.

His first class for the day is Architecture. The professor lectures them about more concepts, explaining things in detail and such. At this point, Architecture class is probably relatively routine.

Yep.

And then it's Calculus, in which he maybe gets to find out how he did on that quiz!