Valerie is still aching all over and it hurts but she's still riding high on what is, probably, the most hottest experience of her life. And then he kisses her, softly, and it feels good and she doesn't, quite, understand, he has what he wanted from her, and then he's wrapped his huge, strong body around her, comfortable and snug and is kissing her forehead, and it hurts less, and she still doesn't understand, he has what he wants from her, why is he being so sweet to her now, she cannot understand why he would be so kind to her in this moment. So comforting and soft. Admittedly, it is a little frustrating, even if, well, much nicer than she would have thought, being held like this, when she really is horny and aroused and would very much like to be able to cum, please. But if this is what he wants, right now (why??) she'll thrust her hips a little in involuntary frustration and settle down onto his firm, warm chest, resting, letting herself be held. 

There is something very, very satisfying about holding her and knowing she's his. His, his, his. It's like - like he's been going around all his life carrying a tension he didn't know he had, and now he can finally relax. This is his person and he owns her and it's the best feeling in the world.

He is holding her very possessively, and there's something surprisingly comforting being held like this. Even though she still aches a little bit, body likely pumped full of adrenaline from her (surprisingly impressive! How did she manage that?) manufactured terror and very very real arousal, it's relaxing to be held and owned so fully like this. She sighs, pressing herself into him a little more, letting herself be owned and held like this, sighing a little in frustration at still not being allowed to cum. If he doesn't let her before he leaves, she'll have to ask him how this is supposed to work. (Which is hot in and of itself, the property asking for what the rules are for what she can and cannot do.) She really wants to not ask, and then act all surprised and apologetic when she tells him tearily that she didn't know she wasn't supposed to cum when he's not around, that she just couldn't help it... but she knows full well he'll see right through that. Maybe it will be ok for her to do that. Or if she has an "accident". With someone else. (Wait, shit, is she allowed a someone else now?) She sighs. He doesn't want her to ask these questions now, so she relaxes deeper into him, surprisingly content, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. 

Aww.

He should probably clarify some of that. Not right now, though. Right now he is feeling lazy and cuddly and talking is the last thing he wants to try.

...after a minute, though, he shifts his grip on her a little and his hand wanders down between her legs to play with her. Because she's his and he can do what he wants with her and giving her pleasure is fun.

The arousal that had been slowly draining out of her, leaving her with nothing but a sticky sense of ache and annoyance comes flooding back as he touches her thighs. Between her thighs. She whines and moans with sudden hope and need, pressing herself up towards him, feeling his strong hand on her legs, arching her back and trying to present her pussy to him so he can give her the pleasure she so desperately desires. "Thank, thank you, sir," she moans, "please, please, yes, please, thank you, please..." 

Awwwwwww.

He moves slowly, touches her lightly, teasingly. With full knowledge of exactly how everything feels it's delightfully easy to not quite touch her clit—and then move away to slide his fingers into her, slowly, and then come back and just barely touch her clit—and never let her get too frustrated, just keep giving her a little more pleasure and then a little more than that but never quite enough.

The hope that was blossoming within her sputters and fades and comes back and sputters and blossoms brighter and fades again and he's teasing her and he's doing it so well using her body however the hell he wants. He makes her push upwards with her hips towards him and moan in despair as he pulls his finger away, thrusting her gaping cunt up towards the empty air, but then another finger presses against it again, making her shudder with arousal. "Yes," she breathes, "Yes, right there, sir please, yes, just a little harder noooo, sir, please, more, more I need yes thank you sir please let me cum, please sir, I need it so badly, so so badly no, no please.... nnngf," she sobs and reaches her hips upwards to press her pussy into his fingers and rub up and down as best she can, as best he'll let her, as much as he wants her to. Whatever he wants her to. He's playing her like an instrument, and that makes it all the sweeter and hotter and makes her thrust up higher and faster, desperately trying to snatch at the orgasm just out of reach.

"Please, please, sir, I..." her mind sortof sputters as she tries to think of a way to manipulate him into giving her what she wants and comes up blank. Of course it comes up blank, she's his, he can see through her like a book, he can do anything he wants to her and holds all the strings and there's nothing she can do about it and she's left with nothing but the ability to beg truthfully. "I want it so badly, sir, I... I want to cum so hard, and, I know it's up to you, nothing I can offer that you don't already own but I really hope you'll let me, sir, please." She moans as his fingers press into her again, bringing her even closer to the edge, as she sobs with need and arousal and desperation. 

Mmmmm that's hot. That's really really hot. He keeps prolonging it because he doesn't want to stop, because it's so good, touching her like this, learning what her body wants, teasing her, making her beg, making her into a helpless pleading puddle of need.

Touching her and finding out what sensations he can cause is a good game, but after a while he finds himself transitioning slowly into an even better game: seeing how close to the edge he can get her, while only cheating with mindreading and not directly using magic to force her not to come. He hasn't decided yet if he will use magic, if and when he slips, or if he'll let her have it. An argument could be made either way. He'll see how he feels.

"Pleeeeeaaaaassse" she moans, or screams, or, or something, it doesn't even matter how exactly she's saying it, it's expressing a cry of need and desperation and despair and hunger and aching wet need and.... fuck, fuck, FUCK. Every time she gets closer than last time and he takes his fucking finger away and she's so very fucking close and it barely even matters even more how hot it is that he can play her like a violin or something simpler like a drum or a banjo or she can't even think, and nnnf, yes, there's his fingers again, yes, yes, yes yes. She presses her cunt into the finger and thrusts up and down, fucking it with her pussy, trying to press her clit against it so she, can, finally, cum. "No, no, no......." she moans, as he slows, moving in just the wrong way and she doesn't cum, quivering so close. "No, nononono, nooooo....." she gasps, in desire and agony, wriggling to try and find his finger again.

Oh that's way too much fun.

He does slip, though, eventually. And—half just because it's interesting to watch it with mindreading, and pretty hot too—he lets her have it.

"Please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplEASEPLEASEYESSSSSSSSSS, yes, yes yes, yessss, thank you sir, thank you, thank you so much sir, thank you thank you thank thank you so very much, thank you sir, fuck, fuck, thank you, thank sir." Valerie really can't think coherently at this point. She's having what is clearly the best orgasm of her life. And enjoying every second of it, her body shaking and writhing and pressing against him in ecstasy. 

He holds her firmly, keeps his hand where it is until she stops shaking, then wraps both his arms around her and pulls her close to him. His Valerie. His, his, his, his.

Why is he being so sweet and good to her. It doesn't make sense. She feels such a wave of relief, and, and... something when the arms wraps around her, when the wave of pleasure ends, the best pleasure she's ever had in her life, and now he's holding her close and it feels so good and nice and she's crying on him and it feels so stupid and horrible but she can't help it, she can't hold back. She's too worn out to keep her emotions in check like normal, and she's sobbing on this good strong man, and can't stop, squeezing into his arms more tightly, wanting to be held more like this, and still not understanding why, or why he's doing this for her. 

Well that's just fucking gorgeous.

He holds her and pets her and enjoys the way she cries on him.

It's going to take her a while for her to get herself back together, once she realizes he's not going to be angry or unhappy make her do anything about her sobbing (why? She doesn't understand and that just makes her sob harder, he's being so nice) she's going to just let loose, and take a while before she manages to calm herself down, if nothing changes for the next 10 minutes or so. 

Ten minutes of lying in a comfortable bed holding his hot naked uncontrollably sobbing slave sounds like a great time to Sean.

Then she will cry for about 10 to 15 minutes, clinging tightly to him, sobbing into his shoulder, until she finally manages to stop, sniffling into him. "I, I'm, I'm so very sorry, sir, I'm not sure what came over me, there, thank you sir, thank you, thank you..." she sniffles and wipes her nose with her arm, then laughs at how she's making herself dirty and blows her nose into a sheet. She can change them later. She has plenty. More then plenty. "Thank you, sir, thank you for.... everything." She sobs a little again, burrowing into him, sniffling a little, just being held. 

"Don't be sorry," he says, petting her. "I like it when you cry on me."

More confusion, but at least things make a little more sense. "Oh," she says, very small. "I'm, I'm glad you like it, sir." She nestles close and sniffles and lets herself be held, enjoying this new confusing unknown sensation and wanting it to last forever. It feels warm and soft and happy, like nestling into her bed under covers after a long day of making some more annoying and obstinate people do what they were supposed to. It's a very nice sensation. She likes it a lot. 

That's cute.

He feels... comfortable. Really, really comfortable. Cozy and content, basking in the glow of ownership.

His eyes flash gold, and Valerie remembers everything.

Valerie isn't in any position to see his eyes glow, and so she doesn't.

But she remembers everything, and knows that her Master must have used his powers on her. 

And, well honestly, the revelation doesn't change very much. He has, very successfully, imposed his will on her, without her ever realizing he had any kind of magic. To the point where she believed, fully, that he controlled her, because of his strength and will and character (which, she supposes, is also true), and not because he has magic powers over her. Valerie is, well, impressed, really. It worked out better than she ever thought it would. 

Some distant part of her really wants to be turned on by how well her Master executed his plan. And, she is, a little bit. But for the most part, well. She really doesn't want to let go of this feeling. Or have her Master let go of her. 

But, she should probably acknowledge something. 

"Hello, Master," she says, shifting only slightly. "That worked out really well." She burrows in a little deeper, wanting the nice warm feelings that she was feeling from being held like this. She still doesn't know or understand what it is. But it feels so very nice, and soft, and safe. 

He kisses her forehead and lets her feel his warm possessive contentment.

"I'm pretty proud of myself," he admits, petting her hair.

Valerie sighs, letting her Master's feelings wash over her. They feel so very nice. He's so happy to own her and, and she's so very happy to be owned. Owned and enjoyed and possessed and... something so very nice. She beams gently when he kisses her. 

"It honestly was really impressive, Master," she says. "I'm really happy to be owned by someone as powerful and intelligent and strong and clever as you. I know, perhaps, that it's the magic making me feel this way, but, I really am thankful that you took control of me like this. I'm honored to belong to you." 

Valerie snuggles in closer, and her breathing starts to slow, relaxed on top of her Master, held like this. It feels so very nice. She doesn't ever want it to stop.

Aww.

Yeah, he can let her fall asleep like this, and then take away her memory again so she only remembers falling asleep cuddled in his arms.

The thought briefly crosses his mind that he could leave her here and go home, but... fuck that. He can just stay the night with her. Her apartment feels more like home than his does already.

He curls up and snuggles his Valerie and goes to sleep.

Valerie wakes up first. 

For a moment, she's confused, waking up like this, nestling in someone's arms, her body aching and stinging strangely. But then all of yesterday floods back in. Every single crazy impossible thing that happened, how what she thought was going to be a harder-than-usual (though not that much harder, because, well, who could resist her) seduction turned into, well. 

She's his now. She'll be his for as long as he wants her, which, she hopes is forever, but knows it might not be. She'll give him whatever he wants, because someone as strong and powerful and incredible as he is deserves her devotion. 

She could wake him, Valerie suspects he would be ok with that, but she'd much rather let him sleep. It still feels ever so comfortable and sweet and good being in his strong arms, being held like this. And it's not like she plans to go to classes unless she feels like it, heh. She's not here to actually learn anything. So she rests, feeling warm and relaxed and good in his arms, waiting for him to awaken, and tell her what to do.