He reads over the dessert menu carefully. As predicted, nothing on it looks as delicious as Valerie's heartfelt squirming submission.

So he closes it, and says, "All right, you can pay now."

Valerie feels a wave of relief wash over her, along with a flash of heat and realization. He was toying with her. Because he can. Because he wanted to. Being teased and played with like this, knowing that he can do whatever he wants to her, that he's amusing himself with her, watching her squirm and enjoying the power he has over her... well it makes her squirm all the more. Fuck, she can't wait to get back to her apartment. She needs to fuck him. To get off. As long as he'll let her, that is. Fucking fuck. She wants to tear her clothes off and touch herself, tear his clothes off and rub herself all over him and show him that she's his, that she belongs to him and he deserves every ounce of pleasure she can possibly give him. She wishes she didn't have to wait a single agonizing second longer.

"Oh! Of, of course sir, thank you, sir," she says, biting her lip again. She takes out her credit card and puts it on the table, waiting for the waitress to come back. Which hopefully will be soon. So she can go get fucked by him. Show him how devoted she is to him. Get to cum, she really really really hopes.

"Tip generously," he adds. "If I ever come back here, I want them to remember us as good customers. People they're glad to have around. It makes my life easier."

"But she was so slow!" Valerie thinks, but does not say. How does she deserve to get a generous tip for such appalling service? Does she know who she's been serving? (Well, no, since for whatever weird reason he prefers it that way. But still. She could see how hot Valerie is, how expensive her clothes are, she should know better!) Valerie's mind flickers through half a dozen possible ways to take her revenge on the stupidly slow fucking waitress without technically violating what he said, or letting him notice she did something, including buying up the restaurant and replacing everyone in it, but even that doesn't quite work. And regardless, it obviously wouldn't be in the spirit of what he wants and it is so much more important to do what he wants. Even if it's infuriating. Maybe one day he'll change his mind and she'll be able to take her rightful revenge.

"I... yes sir, whatever you say, sir," she says, letting a little bit of her irritation shine through, but not so much so that he knows how annoyed she is. And well, even if his control chafes like this sometimes, that's the point, isn't it? To make her do things she doesn't want to do. Because she's his. He tells her what to do. Not the other way around.

He smiles like he knows exactly what she's thinking.

"Good girl."

Fuck. The amount of approval and dominance and, fuck ownership tied up in those two little words, put together... Valerie bites her lip but moans anyways, biting harder to keep it quiet. She rubs her thighs together, then pushes them apart to make sure she doesn't cum, hands twitching above the table. Fuck. His praise like that, and everything it means, feels so very very good. She's his. She's his and she thinks she's a good girl and he can make her feel anything he wants. "Thank, thank you very much, sir," she says, finally opening her eyes. "Thank you, so very much. I'm so glad to have pleased you, sir."

And then waitress (who she's going to leave an extra big tip for, because that's what he wants, and he called her a good girl for it) comes back to ask if they want anything for dessert. Valerie looks to Sean, deferring to him, not really trusting herself to talk at the moment anyways.

"No, thanks," he tells the waitress, cheerfully. "We've got somewhere to be."

Nff, it is so hot how he says that. Perfectly innocuous to the waitress, but so very filled with meaning to her. And he's not dismissive at all, the way Valerie would be. Just friendly and sweet, as though talking to an equal. And she supposes she might see where he's coming from, in a sense, when the waitress smiles and comes right back with the check in a few moments, all nice and friendly, but Valerie still really wishes she could have her revenge. Oh well.

She gives the waitress a 30% tip, which is more than generous. And then looks to Sean, waiting for him to get up so she can follow behind. And get in his car. And go to her apartment. And fuck him, however he wants. Whatever he wants. She cannot fucking wait. She wants to show him how much she wants him and wants to give him the pleasure he deserves and she really really wants to get to cum.

He gets up, and leads her back to his car. Not in any particular hurry.

And when he reaches the car, he turns around, grabs her, pulls her close to him, and kisses her. Forcefully, possessively—almost violently.

Fuck yes.

Valerie lets herself be grabbed, lets herself be taken. As is only right and proper for him to take what's his. She melts into the kiss, enjoying it for a moment, his strength and passion. The way he takes her like he owns her, which he does. His lust, his desire, for her, wanting to take her and make her his. She basks in the sensation, luxuriating in it, feeling the wetness between her thighs grow, before pressing herself into him, doing her best to show him how much she loves being taken like this. How good she can make him feel. How hot and needy and helpless she is before him, desperate and slick and wet and ready to be used for whatever he wants. Anything he wants. She moans into his lips, pressing tits and cunt against him, pressing and rubbing, letting him do with her as he wishes, and showing her appreciation however she can.

Wow that's hot. He has to struggle against temptation for a moment to avoid just throwing her onto the hood of the car and taking her right there.

Okay. Okay. Stick to the plan. It's a really hot plan. He likes this plan. Remember the plan? Yes.

He takes a breath, pulls away from the kiss—puts a hand in her hair to tug her head back, so she can't follow him—and says softly, willing his voice to be steady, "Get in the car."

She whines, just a little, as he pulls her away, still hot and sticky and wanting him more than anything she's wanted in her life. Ever. But, she's his to control and he must have a will of iron to have a voice so steady and be so calm and cool and collected and he's so hot and she wants to fall to her knees and beg him to take her right here and now who cares who might see.

But. But he told her to get in the car. And it doesn't matter what she wants, not at all, not even a little bit. What matters is what he wants, what he tells her to do, especially not when he says it in such a strong and commanding voice, when he has his hand in her hair and could make her do it if she resists, it's so fucking hot how he takes charge. She wants to fuck him so badly.

"Yes, sir," she breathes, a horny erotic whisper. She moves towards the passenger's seat to open it and get in.

He gets into the driver's seat, puts on his seatbelt, puts her seatbelt on her again, and starts driving. He remembers the way to her apartment pretty well.

Again, the drive is full of casual touch. There's more of it this time, and more blatant. He reaches under the top of her dress, or pulls up her skirt to stroke her thigh, and then lets go and keeps driving.

She doesn't need to keep herself presentable this time, which is probably for the best, because she's not sure if she could if she tried. She already felt horny and needy and helpless, desperate to fuck and desperate to cum, and every single time he touches her, it gets worse. She gasps and moans and pushes into his hand needily and desperate wherever he touches her, pleading with her body for more. She wants to lean over and kiss him, wants to undo the seatbelt and press herself into him as he drives, wants to drop to her knees on the floor beneath the passenger seat and and suck on his cock as he drives, but he hasn't told her to do any of that and she knows he wouldn't approve of that kind of initiative. Not like this he's doing this to tease her and she knows exactly what he's doing and it just makes her hotter. And hornier. And unable to cum, still. She's his and her body is his to do with as he wills. Whatever he wills. She whines and writhes in the seat, desperate and waiting for each new touch from him, reaching into the air with her body as his touch disappears each time, craving more.

Not only is he teasing her, he's also getting a feel for where and how she likes to be touched. He's going to have such a fun time with her once they're properly alone.

When they reach the building, he uses magic to lift some vital information from her memory, like how to navigate visitor parking and what apartment she's in and whether the building has a back entrance and where the hell in that outfit she's managing to keep her keys. This means he can just park and then manhandle her into the building without ever taking his hands off her long enough for her to have a coherent thought.

Valerie is far too incoherent at the moment to notice or care about him doing things he cannot possibly know without mindreading. She's much more interested in the feeling of Sean's hands on her, the way they make her feel, how they move her around exactly how he wants her, and how hot it is to be controlled so thoroughly like this. So utterly completely. She presses her body back into him however she can as he takes her wherever he wants to take her, and she's far too dazed to know or care where that is. She's so fucking horny and she wants to show it and she wants to fuck him and give him the pleasure he deserves. She rubs her body against his as they go, wherever it is they're going. Up a stair, in an elevator, through a door, it doesn't matter. She just wants to keep feeling his touch on her, and touch right back, tits and legs and mouth against him to show him how much he owns her, how much she wants to be taken by him. Fucked by him. She wants to cum for him so hard and get on her knees and thank him, she wants to get on her hands and knees and feel his cock in her cunt and scream with ecstasy as he fucks her, she wants to feel him cum inside her and know that she's given him every ounce of pleasure a man like him truly deserves. And it's for him to decide when. And how. And where. She's his. She's Sean's.

And then they're in her bedroom, and he's managed to take off most of his clothes without her even noticing, and he tosses her onto her bed and pounces, holding her down with one hand and shoving her dress up around her hips with the other.

"I like owning you," he says. "I like being able to do whatever I want with you. I like that you want me to. You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"

He's so strong, and powerful, and can just toss her around like she's nothing. It's so fucking amazing being tossed around like this, held down and played with, it feels so good watching him exercise his power over her, knowing that he could do anything he wanted, anything at all, and she can't stop him. Not that she wants to. She bucks her hips in the air at the hand raising the skirt, wanting him to touch her more, feeling aroused by the the strong, firm grip holding her down, preventing her from doing anything of the sort. He has complete control over her.

"Yesssss," Valerie gasps. "Oh, fuck yes. Anything, anything at all, sir, fuck me, take me, use me, take anything from me, sir, whatever you want, whatever makes you happy sir, please." She bucks her hips again, feeling a fresh wave of frustration and arousal as the hand continues to hold her firm. "Just tell me what you want, anything you want, anything at all." She's a horny wet mess and she belongs to him and she'll do anything he wants and love every second of it because it's what he wants and it's so hot to do what he tells her to, to do whatever will make him happy.

"I want to rape you," he murmurs. "I want to hold you down and fuck you while you're struggling to get away. I want to see you scared of me, and still just as turned on. Think you can manage that?"

(If she can't, there's always mind control!)

Valerie is very far gone at the moment, ready to obey any request, but the one she's hearing confuses her. She shakes her her head a moment to tear off some of the hot pink fuzz, to try and understand what he's asking for. He, he wants her to fight him (as though she could ever get away). He wants her to act like she's scared, to his incredibly perceptive senses, and be hot and bothered anyways. With her lying here, desperate to be fucked and taken. She shakes her head again, trying to wrap her head around his desires.

"I... I can try, sir, but I want you so badly, I... I don't know that I could be truly afraid enough to make you believe it, or fight like I mean it, I'll do my best sir, whatever you wish, anything you wish, however you want to fuck and take me, my body is yours to do with as you please..." she shakes her head yet again to push the rising lust and need away so she can think. "I'll, I try, sir," she says, very small. Why this, when there are other things she could do so well, serving him willingly. "I'll try, and I hope I don't disappoint you, sir." She will do her best to give him a good time, to act how he wishes her to, but already she can see how she'll be acting, and it would be wooden. Sultry and smooth and seductive she could put on in a moment, or irate and furious, and even pouty and dismayed... but she has no practice with fear. Taking a breath, she recalls how terrified she was of the pain when she didn't know what it was before, to be as afraid of him as she was of it, and tries to struggle out from under his hand, like he wants her to.

He smiles.

Shifts his grip, leans down to bite her shoulder...

...and wills her into the right mental state, a perfect balance of terror and arousal, desperate to escape his touch even as she craves it.

Her eyes widen in sudden fear. He could hurt her like this, if she struggles, if she fights too hard, like he wants her to. The teeth on her shoulder, in her shoulder hurt, hurt so much more than she thought they would, digging into her flesh and making her shriek in sudden pain. He's so much stronger, more powerful than her, he can do anything he wants to her, and he could so very easily push too hard, twist something, break something by accident, something important, rip and tear anything he wants. It feels so good to be in his grasp like this, she's so hot and wet and horny from before and the idea of being fucked like this, being taken, proving that he possesses her so completely and utterly that he can rape her no matter how hard she fights is hot, but it's too much, too dangerous. "No, please!" she shrieks, kicking her legs against him, trying to pull away and crying out in pain at the teeth in her shoulder when she tries. She kicks and pushes up against him, with her hands and feet, trying to push him away, but he's so much stronger than her and his teeth hurt so much, she can barely get him to budge at all. "Please, no, let me go, let me go!"

Perfect.

He doesn't even need to use magic to overpower her; the strength he already gave himself is enough. He has to move a little carefully, making sure to keep hold of her, because she's fighting back for real and it'd be just terrible if he let her get away. But he can do it.

He tears her dress off her body, sinks his teeth into her breast, leaves bruises on her shoulders and her hips. When he gets tired of having to try so hard to keep her down, he wraps his hand around her throat and leans on that.

And then he fucks her. Violently. Exactly how he likes it, taking what he wants from her, making her feel what it really means to be his.

And he doesn't let her come—uses magic, when he has to, hides the glow of his eyes by biting her again—until he comes, until he claims her helpless struggling body, and then he bites the side of her neck hard enough to bruise and his eyes flash gold and the fear drains away and he takes his mouth off her neck long enough to say, "Mine."

Valerie screams for him to stop even louder when he tears the dress off of her, ripping it and tossing it aside, watching as it falls to the ground a shadow of its former self, destroyed just like she could be if he makes a mistake. It's so fucking hot that he can just do that, tear off her clothing without a thought or care to how expensive it is because he doesn't need to care about that, he can just take what he wants from her, destroying everything in his way. Even if that something is her.

And he's hurting her, holding her down like this as she struggles and screams, taking his pleasure from her body however he wants (such a fucking hot demonstration of power and control, fuck, not even caring if she ends up damaged or broken at the end, because everything she is belongs to him) and she does not like it. The pain in her chest as she struggles against the hand holding her down, her aching shoulder, the screaming pain in her breast as he sinks his teeth into it, the throbbing knots of pain and agony he leaves behind wherever he bites, again and again. Is she bleeding? She can't even tell, can't turn her head properly to see. It's the most incredible expression of control and ownership she's seen in her life, and despite herself she can't help being massively turned on by it, even knowing how it might end. This is someone who just, has what he wants. Uses it how he wants. And takes from it what he wants, without any regard for consequences. The thought is enough to make her buck her hips in the air again, trying to find something to rub them against.

And then he puts his hand on her throat, his large strong hands wrapping all the way around, and squeezes, putting pressure on it to hold her down. Valerie squeaks and becomes very still. It's an incredible sight, seeing him above her like this, imposing and strong and holding her down with a single hand, forcing his will on her like this. Except she can hardly breathe. And she knows that if she struggles too much, now, he could use his incredible, powerful strength to kill her, just by accident, keeping her from moving. The world swims a little as she takes in short, gasping breaths, her limbs feeling heavy as a pit of terror sits in her stomach, swirling with anticipation of arousal. 

And, and then, then he's fucking her. Using her. Filling her. Taking his body, the way he wants to, and there's literally nothing Valerie can do about it. He controls her, so completely. Possesses her. Owns her. There's nothing she can do but moan and squirm, meeting his thrusts with her own, despite the horror and terror and fear that he'll lose himself in erotic bliss and crush her windpipe. Fuck that thought is electrifying, even as it scares her, and she thrusts up into him hard ready and trying to cum finally (who the fuck cares what he wants, he's raping her and besides, she wants to cum, needs to, even though a part of her quivers with fear about what he might do, after, for disobedience) and then he bites her again and it hurts and hurts and she loses the thread of pleasure and she wants to scream in frustration but it comes out as a thready gasping whine. She tries again, and again, and again and again, and each time he bites her or moves her or does something and she loses it, feeling closer every time, screaming out her despair and annoyance and anger in gasping breaths, turned on even more by the fact that he can do this to her but that making her want to cum even more. 

And then he cums, thrusting deep inside her, and it's the most powerful act of ownership she's ever seen and she still can't cum to it, and then he takes his hand off her throat and bites it and even through the pain it's the most relieving thing she's ever felt in her life. Knowing that he's taken her, leaving her (mostly) unharmed, that she's safe now, that she did a good job for him. Exactly what he wanted, and more. Fuck that was incredible, even through the pain. It's so fucking hot having him inside her like this, having used her like this, and she's so fucking turned on. And then he lifts his mouth off her throat and calls her his with a single word, and she closes her eyes and arches backwards and moans at the sweet hot power and control in it, because it's so very true, she is his, his possession, his property to do with as he wishes and desires and wants, thrusting her hips upwards involuntarily even as he bites her again, making her feel white hot pain, just feeling how amazing it is to be his.

(Her tattoo flares, bright hot and orange on her breast as this happens, as he affirms his ownership over her and she can't help but know that it's true, before fading back to the not-really-visible state Sean put it in before. Valerie, eyes closed, and preoccupied with other things, does not notice this in the slightest.) 

"Mmmmmm."

He kisses her, briefly, and then stretches out next to her on the bed. It feels incredible to own someone this deeply. He wants more, wants to have so many he can't fit them all in the same bed, but for now he has Valerie and it's good and he pulls her closer and kisses her forehead and closes his eyes for a moment to will all those bites to stop bleeding. He wants to make it look like he had a little more self-control.