Besides the slight warm glow at being convenient and useful, Valerie is a little bit confused. How can someone as strong and powerful as him not gone about... well, flexing his strength to prove he's better than the others around him. Like with her? Clearly he's enjoying doing it to her (and fuck she's so glad she turns him on like this, it feels so good to make him happy, to please him like this, and makes her so fucking wet), but why hasn't he done it to the lowly disrespectful peons who fill his life? He's rich, or at least his parents are, and even if he hates them he has to have access to some amount of money to have amassed the strength of will that he has, to make her kneel like this (or is he just that strong without it, fuck that would be hot). Has he just... never thought to try it before? 

"I'm glad I can be useful to you, sir," she says. "But... have you considered... caring about it a little more? It's a lot of fun to do, to watch them scamper in fear, and it makes them give you what you want so much faster when they're terrified of what you might do to them. They should know to whom they owe their respect, after all," she says, ramping up her sultry voice and looking at him longingly as she says the last sentence. "Someone as strong and rich and powerful as you deserves the that kind of respect."

"Don't see why I should bother," he says, leaning back a little in his seat. "That's not the kind of fear I like. And anyway, some things are easier when people have no idea they should be scared of you. I bet you wouldn't have asked me out if you knew what I was going to do to you the moment you got into my car."

Valerie can see some of what he's saying. Maybe. It's a lot easier to see things from his point of view when she's so devoted to him (she presses her legs together again at the thought) for some reason. She's honestly not sure what she would have done. It... probably would have been worse, not getting in the car, not getting to feel this electric sensation of devotion and control and obedience from a side she's never felt before, making her drip even more into her dress, and that would be awful. And he's probably right that she never would have submitted to this before, never would have made the date and got into the car and been taken and controlled so strongly right off the bat which was... nnf, The most erotic sensation in her life. But... at the very least he could try taking revenge, right?

"I... think I might see where you're coming from," Valerie says very slowly. "But... haven't you ever wanted revenge, or to punish those who disrespect you? Not out of fear, but out of, out of a sense of justice? That they deserve to be hurt for doing something you don't like? I... think you should try it, at least once. If you haven't. It might be a lot more fun than you'd think. If, if that's ok with you, sir." He's strong, he deserves respect, it's almost an affront to the world that he goes around pretending to be so normal all the time. If she could show him what it could be like, maybe then he could see and take even more (and wouldn't it be so very hot to teach him, to see him learn and watch him use his own power just the way she would? Fuck, it would be so hot).

"Oh, when I want to hurt someone, I hurt them, whether they 'deserve' it or not. Unless I have a good reason not to. But when I can get away with it? Yeah, I'll take revenge, when I feel like it. And not when I don't."

Valerie smiles a little. Well, if that's the case, then, well, clearly he's already doing what he wants to do. Which he should. Which is right and proper and the way of the world.

Also, him talking about hurting someone makes her shiver and breathe sharply again, even though the conversation has helped her calm her arousal down to much, much more manageable levels. She no longer feels like she's going to explode with need. She's just.... very turned on. And still very much wants to cum (and he won't let her, which is still so very hot), but it's nowhere near as urgent. She'll be able to make it through the dinner just fine if things continue like this.

The waitress arrives with their food. His is a steaming bed of seared scallops, about half a dozen, on linguine with a clear sauce. Hers is the squid ink pasta she wanted (and she still can't help but feel a pang of gratefulness that he got her something she wanted, even as he ordered for her), with a spicy tomato sauce, with shrimp and mussels spread throughout. Valerie waits for the waitress to leave, and looks up at him with a patient and submissive and slightly steamy look, waiting for him to try his food first (and very surreptitiously rubbing her legs together under the table at the fact that she's doing this because she knows he deserves it, and it's so hot to submit to him like this).

He tries his food. It's pretty good. Also, it's really hot that she just waits for him like that. Maybe he'll let her eat her dinner in peace while he thinks about further ways to mess with her.

Once he takes a bite, and seems to be happy, she'll take a bite of her own, still feeling and happy and grateful that he got her what she wanted, somehow. It's delicious. If not interrupted, she'll be perfectly happy to eat her meal in peace, still squirming occasionally but much more relaxed and together, making sure to look up at him more than often enough to make sure he's still enjoying himself. And if he has anything else he wants her to do. Anything at all.

He finishes eating a little before she does, and politely waits for her to be done before he says, "So, it turns you on to think about me hurting people?"

Valerie looks up at him in surprise and sudden hope and desire and feels the arousal that she'd managed to quiet to a low simmer for the past while start to ramp back up into a boil. Fuck, did he want to hurt someone for her? Would she get to watch as, as he hurt someone in front of her? Or maybe... fuck, she'd get to suck him off, or fuck him, urging him on to hurt them more, and more, showing just how much she appreciated his superiority. His strength. His power. His control, fuck. The image feels intoxicating. She closes her eyes and breathes carefully, willing her hands to not slip under the table. Even if she wants them to.

"That, that, yes, yes it does, sir," she tells him, adding as much seductive purr to her voice as she can. She knows he doesn't like it when she acts or lies but this isn't act it's not pretend, she wants this. "It really, really does. I... I would be ever so grateful to you, if, if I could get to witness it. Watch. If that's what you have in mind, sir. I'd be really happy to please you as you did it, too." Fuck, how is she getting so wet again already. "I'd please in any way you want, sir~."

"I know you would," he says. "Does it still turn you on if I say I want to hurt you?"

Shit. She trembles. "That's... maybe, maybe less, sir? It's a bit confusing. You doing whatever you want to me, even if I don't like it, is, is still hot, sir. It... you're controlling me. And it is right that you control me, and I'll do whatever you tell me to do." And she will. Even, even pain. Fuck, he has so much power over her now, it's almost enough to cut through the stab of fear. And even if it, if it's not arousing at the time, it'll certainly be something to touch herself about later, thinking about just what she subjected herself to to please him. (If he lets her.) "But, I'm, I might be a bit afraid, though, sir. I've never done anything like that before. I'm not so sure I'll like it. But, but... it's not like I could stop you. If I wanted to." Valerie presses her legs together and moans at the thought. She's his and it feels amazing to be controlled so much that she's saying all these things. "I... I hope that answers your question, sir?"

"Good answer," he says. "I think I will hurt you. That sounds like fun. I like to hurt people, and scare them, and make them cry. And I like that I can do whatever I want with you and you'll take it because you know you're mine."

She trembles more. "I, I, yes, yes sir," she says. It is very hot how he can just do whatever he wants to her but also she's terrified of what she now knows for certain is going to happen to her tonight. She is scared, just like he wants. (Nnf.) And, and, it's hot that he can make her feel how he wants, and she's still aroused, but she's also frightened, the two feelings at war within her. The fear is kind of winning, though; it's hard to keep thinking about how sexy and hot his control is when she has no idea what he's going to do and how it will feel. "Whatever you wish, sir," she says softly, shrinking a little. "Would... would you like to go back to my apartment and do that now, sir? Or, or in the car?" Hopefully it'll be quick and not as bad as she's terrified of and, and then she can be turned on by it instead of frightened out of her wits at the thought. Maybe after he'll be sweeter and fuck her properly and let her cum? She still wants to, but it's no longer the most urgent and insistent feeling she has.

"Hmm." He smiles. "I could. Look at you, being all scared. I could do anything to you."

He pauses, thoughtfully, still smiling.

"But I'm having fun with this game, and I don't want you too scared to be turned on. So I won't make it that bad. Maybe just a bite mark or two, to remind you who you belong to."

She shudders, and breathes a sigh of relief. That. That's something she can deal with. It might hurt a little but it's not that bad. She takes another breath. She knows he's doing this because he wants to her to think and feel a certain way (and wow he can really just do whatever he wants to her emotions, can't he). But really, she just feels grateful that, even though she's his to do with as he wants, he's going to be nice. And not hurt her so badly. Thank fuck. "Th-th-thank you, sir!" She tells him, doing her best to smile and regain her center.

Fuck, she's never felt anything like that before in her life. She's been annoyed, angry, jealous before, but she's never felt an emotion that deep into the pit of stomach like this. She really doesn't like it. Didn't like it. She takes another breath, still calming down. "Thank you very, very much sir. You really are so much kinder to me than you need to be."

"I'm exactly as kind as I feel like," he says. "But it is working out well for you, isn't it? You get to go on this lovely date and eat this lovely food and you get to be mine the whole time."

She's still a little shaken, but shudders with a flash of need when he calls her his. It's still hot to be controlled like this. Still hot to watch him work, to tease and twist and toy with her and make her feel however he wants. And she's still horny, even if she was overwhelmed with terror a moment ago. Fuck. She squirms a little and gives him a weak smile and nod. "Yes, sir," she says.

"I like the way you look when I tell you you're mine."

Fuck, that's hot. She squirms a little in her seat again. "I'm glad I please you, sir," she says. Valerie knows full well that he's saying that just to get her nice and hot and aroused again. But if anything, that makes it hotter, watching him control her moods and thoughts and feelings like this. Teasing her and toying with her until she's feeling exactly how he wants her to feel. Her hand twitches downwards at the thought. She wants to touch herself, to press her finger into her clit and really feel how controlled she is, but she knows he wouldn't approve. Not yet. Not while they're pretending to have a nice normal date. She shifts in her seat uncomfortably.

"Would, would you like me to pay the check, sir?" She asks. "So, so we can go back to my apartment? And fuck?" And maybe, just maybe, get to cum?

"Not yet," he says. "I want to read the dessert menu first."

He's nearly certain they won't have anything he wants enough to be worth the delay, and in fact mostly wants to read the dessert menu just to make her squirm a little more, but he does want to read the dessert menu.

Nnnf. No fair. Not that... this is supposed to be fair. She's his to do with as he wishes and if he wants dessert he should get to eat dessert. And the stupid slow waitress hasn't even come to clear their place yet. Normally she'd get her date to do something about that, and maybe give the manager a quivering pout and get the dumb bitch fired, but she just knows he wouldn't want her to do anything like that on their date. During their game. His game. Maybe she'll come back later to get her fired. For now, all she can do was wait. And think about fucking him. And listen to him tease and toy with her and get her horny and needy and overwhelmed again. Fuck. She does not want to wait for dessert.

"If, if you're sure, sir," she says with a smile, looking at him sweetly (and needily) while sending mental daggers at the waitress for taking so long. "But I bet it'll taste even sweeter when you bite me than any dessert they serve here. Are you sure you'd rather wait on that?" she adds, leaning forward just a little. 

"Oh, look, you're trying to manipulate me," he says, amused. "Does it look like it's working?"

Valerie presses her legs together and closes her eyes and moans. A bit more loudly than she would have liked. Watching him shake off her usual tactics like they're nothing, is, fuck. It's such a rush, like jittering lightning up and down her body. He controls her. He's stronger and better and he holds all the cards. All the strings. All the reins. He just brushes it off like it's nothing. Because to someone like him, it is nothing. He decides everything, every single little thing, and there's nothing she can do about it. And it's so hot to watch him control her like this, such a graceful expression of power and dominance. He's just so, so good at it. She bites her lip and holds back another moan.

"No, sir," she says, opening her eyes, looking down in shame. "Sorry sir."

"That's better," he says, satisfied. "Mmmm, turning you on is fun."

"I'm glad you enjoy it, sir," she says, twisting in her chair, reveling in how he's enjoying her, making him happy, giving him pleasure. It feels so good to be controlled like this by him. And to know it makes him happy. Fuck she's gonna have to wait so long to cum. If he lets her. She really hopes he lets her.

The waitress, finally, comes by to clear their table, handing them both a dessert menu when Sean says that he'd like to look at one. Valerie sends a couple more mental daggers her way for holding up her night, then watches Sean expectantly, still occasionally shifting in her chair.