He wakes up.

It's... maybe the best morning of his life.

He stretches, hugs her, kisses her forehead sleepily, and then tangles a hand in her hair to pull her head down to his crotch.

Valerie blushes softly at the kiss, feeling happy and content to be owned, to belong to him like this, and at the unexpected sweetness. 

And, well, then she feels turned on, and happy for a slightly different reason. Turned on at being used like this, turned on by just how casually he takes exactly what he wants from her, using whatever force he deems necessary to do it. Knowing exactly what he wants from her, Valerie gives his cock a few nice long licks, to start to get it hard, and then engulfs it in her mouth, sucking and licking, slowly ramping up his pleasure. She presses her legs together as she does so, feeling her own pleasure at being controlled and overpowered and used so easily. So simply straightforwardly. It's not as sharp a pleasure as yesterday, just a slowly building feeling, rising and warm, driving her enthusiasm to serve. 

There's a special kind of luxury in having a beautiful woman suck his dick before he's even awake enough to form words. Even better that he can read her mind and know exactly how much it turns her on to be used like this. Best of all is the part where he owns her and they both know it.

He lies back and lets her work, occasionally making a soft sound of pleasure, a hum or a quiet sigh.

Valerie can't read minds, so she has no idea what Sean is thinking. But she can tell what he's enjoying, and how much, by how his cock responds, and the noises he makes. She makes sure to do more and more and more of those things, getting faster and faster, bringing him closer and closer to climax, ready to speed up or slow down if he indicates he wants her to change. And she continues to delight in the erotic pleasure of how he can just lie back and let her work. He's so powerful to own her completely like this, waking up and taking from her exactly what he wants, without even a word. That's how strong he is. That's how much she belongs to him. She loves it. 

It's so nice how much she likes it, how much she appreciates his power and mastery. It feels good, almost more than the physical pleasure of her mouth.

He daydreams idly about a future where he'll have territory of his own, where he can surround himself with willing slaves—or slaves made willing by magic—and they'll all know how deeply he owns them, and he'll know how they feel about it, and they'll know how he feels about that, and it will be perfect.

And then he comes, holding her head down so he can fill her throat; and relaxes afterward, and pets her hair.

"Mmmm, good morning."

Valerie drinks down the cum, enjoying the sensation of being used like this by someone so powerful, so commanding, just taking what he wants from her. She enjoys the warm glow in her pussy that she feels from being made to serve like this, from pleasing someone like this, who deserves her devotion, just because of how much better he is than her. It's so very wonderful. And really hot. 

"Good morning, sir," she says, looking over at him and waiting for whatever he's going to ask for next, a slightly contented smile on her face. 

He pulls her into his arms and holds her, running his fingers through her hair, enjoying the deep satisfaction of holding someone who belongs to him.

"So," he says, after a moment. "Ground rules. Do what I tell you. Don't lie to me. Don't make my life difficult—if there's somebody I've got my eye on, because I want to fuck them or own them or I just think they'd be useful, don't mess with them or undermine them or waste time trying to prove you're better than them. I know what I want better than you do. Besides all that, I don't much care what you do in your free time, but try not to waste too much money on petty bullshit because sometime in the next couple of years I'm going to want to buy a house and you're going to be helping me pay for it. All clear?"

Well, that's really hot. Valerie normally depends on things like fear of losing her, and desire and need, to get her pets to do what she wants, sometimes in a bit of a roundabout fashion. His... simple straightforward orders (because that's what they are, aren't they) are arousing as fuck. She closes her eyes and moans a little when he tells her that he knows what he wants better than she does. He knows what he wants. And he takes it. And then she squeals a little when he says "in a couple of years". A couple of years? She... she'd hoped he would keep her forever, of course, but she'd always dumped her pets after a week or a month or a couple of days. The fact that he's intending to keep her for years... well, it fills her with delight. He's so fucking sweet to her, and she still doesn't know why, but she's going to enjoy belonging to him for as long as he wants her. Which at this point, seems like it's going to be a very long time. 

"Yes, sir, crystal clear," she says, bowing her head to him deferentially. What is she going to do in her spare time then? She'd intended to build a coterie of followers, and maybe find a boy or three to play with in her spare time, going to class for only as much as necessary to accomplish this. And finding another nerd boy or two to charm into doing all her homework for her, so daddy wouldn't be too unhappy with her grades. The first and third she figured he probably wouldn't mind so much, but the second one...

"Um. Sir? I... am I allowed... to play with others? Or am I, yours, exclusively? You'd always be the most important person in my life, sir, by far, I'll drop everything and come when you call, but..." Honestly she doesn't mind too much either way, but she's feeling pretty horny this morning already and it would be nice to find a boy to get that out of her system with. If she's allowed to. And the fact that she'd need to be allowed to, well. That just makes her even more hot and wet. Fuck, belonging to him like this is incredible. 

"Sure, you can fuck around all you want." He kisses her forehead. "If I ever want you to stay exclusive for a while I'll tell you."

He almost reminds her not to be careless about it—he gets the impression that she has enough casual sex that it would not take very much carelessness for her to catch something—but, well, she's his, and he's magic. He can take care of that better than she can. Might as well not bother her about it. He does close his eyes for a moment to will her some one hundred percent effective birth control, though, same as he's already done for himself. That's a mess he would rather not have to deal with.

Valerie giggles and presses herself gratefully against him as he kisses her. "Thank you, sir!" she says. Excellent. That's probably the first order of business, today,  finding some cute dumb boy in her first class to charm and drag back to her apartment (or just go to his tiny stupid dorm room if she had to, which'll give her ample opportunity to laugh at him for it, and won't that be fun) and fuck him to get, some of this out of her system. And then she can start getting the real work done of making people hang on her every word, want to be her or want to be with her, until she has a fun exclusive little club of people to do her bidding. If anything, that'll make serving Sean easier, not harder, which will be so very nice. 

Hm, what time is it. 9:30 AM. Valerie would normally sleep in much later, but for some dumb reason the school has scheduled her for an 11 AM class and all her screaming at or flirting with the people in the registrar's office hadn't got them to be able to fix it. She'll probably stop going after a few days, so she could sleep in until noon (a girl like her needs her beauty sleep, after all), but for the first week or two, she'll have to get ready to go early. And it's important to make the proper first impressions. 

"Sir, may... may I shower, please? I need to get ready for my first class, if you don't mind, sir." 

"Mm." He pets her hair and smiles. "Yeah, go ahead."

Valerie grins at him, and then heads off to the bathroom. A moment later, Sean can hear the water running. 

If Sean has looked at, or remembers his schedule, he'll see he's also got a class early today as well, at 10:30 AM, and running until noon. It's his Architecture 101 class. 

He does finally get around to checking his schedule at this point. Given how useful architecture is going to be to him, he should probably, like, put actual attention into doing well in his classes. And the first step toward that is probably showing up on time.

All right, then, enough fucking around. He ducks into the bathroom to give Valerie a goodbye kiss—i.e. to pin her against the shower wall, kiss her forcefully, and grope her—and then leaves, wills himself clean, puts his clothes back on, wills them clean too, and goes out to his car to drive around a little before class.

Valerie immensely enjoys this; she loves it when he uses his dominance and power over her. He can just take whatever he wants from her, leaving her horny and needy and... nnf. 

Ok, one thing at a time. Shower, get dressed, go to her dumb stupid required class, find a cute boy, and have a quick fuck to get all this out of her system. For now. Then she can really get down to business. 

It's a nice cool morning day, at least cool for this late in the summer. Sean doesn't see anything particularly interesting on his drive, or at least nothing easily actionable. 

Architecture 101 is taught by an older guy named Professor Harrington. It's a class of about 40 people -- the entirety of the freshman architecture school class -- and they're going to be learning the basic concepts of residential design, drafting -- the necessary tools they'll need to actually design places, and put those designs on paper -- it's all laid out in the syllabus that he hands out to the class. If Sean reads down the syllabus, he'll see that a couple weeks he'll need to pick a partner for his first small project, and then after midterms, he'll be in a group of three or four to design something bigger. 

For now, though, in his first class, once he gets through the basics, the professor is going to start talking about the basic concepts of architecture -- the philosophy of what a space is, and what the architect's job is in designing for a space. 

He's actually not a bad professor; clearly having done this for quite a while, and knowing what to say and how to say it to stay at least reasonably interesting. His teaching style may not be particularly conducive to what Sean wants or needs, though, but it's better than a stuffy droning professor. 

He turns off his awareness of Valerie's mind before class starts and forces himself to pay real actual attention to everything that's happening. It's surprisingly... not easy, exactly, but doable? For the first time in his life, he's taking a class that feels meaningfully important to him. Apparently that's all it takes.

After class, he goes for a long drive to think about the concepts he was just introduced to, and then he turns the mindreading back on to check on Valerie.

Are the dorm rooms really this tiny? Wow. She's so glad her daddy got her a real place to stay, unlike this shithole that this boy apparently has to share with someone else. Who thankfully isn't here right now. She's gonna make this boy eat her out for a while, get her nice and good and horny, and then, well, since apparently he really wants to have her suck his cock right now (she can see it sticking out all over him, it's so fucking obvious, though maybe all the times she licked her lips at him in class probably encouraged that), well, she's gonna do it. And suggest that maybe he use a little force, perhaps, because, mmm, fuck, she really wants to revisit that amazing sex she had last night. The feeling of someone else making her do things is amazing. Even though in this case, she's the one with all the strings. 

First, though. First she's gonna spread her legs and make him lick her out, to show who's really in charge here. Because it definitely isn't him. Oh not at all. There's only one person in the world who gets to tell Valerie what to do, and it isn't this weak-willed sucker, that's for sure. 

Yep, that's Valerie all right.

...there's a part of him that wishes the guy she's fucking would rape her so he could watch. Unfortunately, he does not yet have that kind of power. And it's still pretty hot just listening to her remembering him so fondly.

As long he keeps paying attention, he's going to be watching Valerie moaning and screaming and making this boy do things for quite some time, telling the boy to do things and making fun of him for being so inadequate and really getting off on it when he obviously feels like shit or when he does what he's told. It's so fun to watch the weakling grovel and squirm and do whatever she wants. No matter what that might be. 

Sean has two hours for lunch before his Calc class at 2 PM. It's his last class of the day, as well -- he's got two classes Monday Wednesday Friday and two classes Tuesday Thursday. 

He spends most of his lunch period driving, because he doesn't feel like eating food and he has realized that when he doesn't feel like it he doesn't have to. He has also realized that he will never have to go to a gas station again in his life. It's good to be magic.

Anyway, he shows up early and pays attention to this class too.

This is an even larger class than his last one, almost 100 kids are in this small lecture hall/auditorium. 

The professor, a Professor Mitchell, is clearly teaching this class as almost an afterthought. He doesn't have a syllabus for them -- he just writes the relevant information on the board, giving them a minute to copy it down before erasing it, and then pretty much starts doing a review of things they should already know from previous classes, things they'll need to remember from this class. He skims over parts that he's sure everyone knows already, without giving any opportunity for questions, simply droning on and on. If Sean looks around, he'll see a number of kids are nodding along, following the material -- since it is a review, after all -- but he's very much not the only one who might be having some trouble. A couple kids raise their hands a couple of times, putting them down after a moment when they realize the professor isn't actually going to turn away from the board at all to even see the hands in the air. 

After an hour, homework is assigned, and the class is done. 

Well, shit.

He wishes he owned Karen already; he'd probably be able to learn real fast by reading her mind. He wishes he'd at least gotten her phone number so he could text her asking for help. Why is there even calculus here? Probably there's a good reason. Probably he'll be fucked if he doesn't figure it out. He needs smarter slaves. Smarter friends will do in a pinch, though.

Whatever. He's gonna go... do his fucking homework, he guesses. Ugh.

Doing his homework takes entirely too long, and by the time he's finished he's in kind of a terrible mood. He checks on Valerie again.

Valerie is hanging out with her new, well, "friends". Pff, as though people like this could really be her friends. Lickspittle acquaintances, perhaps. They certainly are fawning over her at the moment, though, and they could come in useful, at least. A couple of them are planning to pledge at the local sorority, though, and maybe through them she'll get to some upperclassmen with some real power. She kindof wants to own a sorority, honestly, even if she's going to be going back home to Sean every night, for sure. It'll be fun to make all those girls do her bidding, and have a good space to throw some parties where daddy won't find out. Maybe Sean will want to come to a drunken sorority party? She'll have to ask, when she plans one. Maybe he'll take one of the girls and do awful things to her, and she'll get to watch, and get rewarded for it. That'll be hot as fuck, nnf. 

Ooh, that would be hot. He feels so much better now. He'll have to think of a good way to reward Valerie for that idea when she suggests it to him.

For now...

He goes for a longish drive, idly keeping half an eye out for interesting people in need of rides but not really focusing on the hunt. Then he texts Valerie telling her that he's headed for her apartment and he wants her to be there to let him in when he arrives. He wants to take more slaves but it's just so much easier to use the one he has.

He doesn't find anyone while he's driving, but then again, he's not really fully paying attention. 

Valerie hears the phone chirp she especially assigned him on her phone (it's important, after all, to know when the man who controls you is giving you a text or a call) and reads the text, feeling a bit of lustful anticipation grow. She's having a night out on the town with her friends, and is only a little bit drunk. They've been playing a game of getting men to buy them drinks and then snubbing them. It's tons of fun to watch their faces get all crestfallen after they've been led on for a minute or two or ten, and just a little bit hot. But not nearly as hot as Sean telling her that he's going to be heading to her apartment, and he wants her there. 

"On my way," she texts him back, and then looks up from her phone. "Sorry, girls," she says, with a flounce of her hair, "but it looks like I've got somewhere to be." She listens to their despairing cries for a moment (especially that Carla girl, who's so freaking into her, wow, what fun she's going to be to lead on), begging her to stay, before she stands, cutting them off. "Oh I'm sure you'll have a nice enough time without me. Probably." She smirks, then heads for the door, making sure to turn as many heads in the bar as she can, grinning to herself at just how easy it is to stir up attention as she walks by. 

Valerie gets into her car (still only a BMW, she really should ask daddy for a car almost as good as Sean's, she clearly deserves something comparable. Not as good, of course, and certainly not better, she certainly doesn't want to try and pretend like she deserves better than he has. That would be... wrong. A violation of the proper social order) and drives off. As she drives, she wonders how best he'd like her presented. Kneeling, ready by the door? Naked? Splayed out in that sexy set of lingerie that some chump bought for her once before she dumped him, laying on the bed, gently touching herself, keeping herself warm and ready for his arrival? Nnnf. She decides to do that last one. If he wants her to present herself differently next time, he'll certainly let her know. Fuck, he just tells her what he wants. She reaches down to touch herself while she drives, thinking about how strong and powerful he is, and how he's going to take her again tonight.