Just for fun, he times his arrival so that right as she's stepping out of the elevator on her floor, she gets his text telling her he just parked.

And now, he supposes, he has to go in and tell the doorman he's visiting someone, or something. He really should get her to give him a copy of her keys at some point.

Fuck that gives her no time to get ready, shit, shit, shit. She sends back a heart and a smiley face emoji and rushes into her room to get herself ready as fast as she can. 

Keys wouldn't have actually helped, at least not this time around, given that he's coming in the front door and not the back -- the doorman does not recognize Sean, and stops him on the way in. Given the time of day (almost time of night, really), he does actually call up to Valerie's room to make sure he's actually supposed to be there. To which a semi-beleaguered-sounding Valerie assents that, yes, of course he's supposed to be there, what are you doing holding him up, send him up please, now, before hanging up the phone. (Shit, shit, shit, what box was that in, why hasn't she had a chance to sort through all her clothes, maybe she'll just kneel naked at the door, that works fine too, doesn't it? Fuck. She really wants to make a good impression, fuck.) 

The doorman gives a little roll of his eyes and motions towards the elevator. "Enjoy your evening, sir," he says to Sean. 

Awwww. It was probably a little mean to do that to her, but she's his and he can be mean to her if he feels like it.

He is still genuinely pleased to see her, and he smiles down at her and pets her hair briefly as he closes the door behind him and turns the lock.

"Mmm. Mine," he says contentedly. "You look good on your knees."

His touch like this still feels amazing, she feels herself quiver as he reaches out and does whatever he'd like with what belongs to him. Just like he should. No hesitation, just simple straightforward dominance and ownership. 

And his words of dominance, his compliment makes her feel even more incredible. She wants to press her legs together at them, enjoying his praise, knowing that she looks pretty and attractive to him, that he wants her, that she belongs to him, but she's kneeling, looking pretty for him, and she can't. Not right yet. She still gasps softly, her smile turning up slightly higher around the corners of her mouth. 

"Thank you, sir," she says. "I'm glad this pleases you." She still wants to try out other positions, she's going to find that lingerie after he leaves, so she can have it ready for next time, unless he orders (a delighted shiver, thinking about it) her to greet him like this every time, but she has a feeling he wants to give her more rope, curious to see what she does. He has been giving her plenty of freedom already, and she's very glad for the opportunities he's giving her to do as she wishes -- she plans to thank him by using her freedom to find all sorts of ways to please him as much as she can. Like that sorority party she was thinking about, before. 

He strokes her face possessively for a moment, then lets go, and beckons for her to follow him as he takes off his shoes and his clothes and heads for her bed.

Valerie shivers with anticipation and desire, ready to be used and fucked by him in any way he wants. She follows at a polite, proper distance, ready to get into bed with him so he can use her how he wants to. It's so hot how he can just do that, too. She's his. She loves it.  

It's very gratifying how into this she is. Convenient, too, because he is tired from all the unaccustomed intellectual effort he exerted today and all he wants to do is fuck her once and then fall asleep holding her.

Valerie a little bit regrets not being able to have as much fun as they did yesterday. But clearly a quick fuck and going to bed is all he wants, he's clearly tired and wants his rest, and Valerie is more than happy to oblige him. How and where and how much he wants to use her is his prerogative. Not hers. And when he's done and is holding her that wonderful happy comfortable feeling she felt before comes back, the one that made her cry last time. It feels so good. She smiles at his lovely (sexy!) sleeping body, and falls asleep, content in his arms. 

This time he wakes up first in the morning, and wakes her up by dragging her mouth onto his cock.

She's a bit dazed when the hair tugging wakes her, still a little confused about what's happening -- but quickly recalls who she is and why she should be obeying (nnnf) and quickly starts giving him a nice, lovely, slow blowjob. She's got nowhere to be this morning, nowhere at all, and she can spend as much time as he wants serving him this morning. She's learned the sorts of things he likes and dislikes, and is more than happy to use them to bring him ever more and more pleasure, ready finish him off whenever he desires. She reaches behind herself and plays with her clit a little, enjoying the simple fact that she's so very owned, to the point where he can just do this to her, and she will obey. The power he has, he exudes, is such an incredible intoxicating feeling to be a part of. She's so fucking owned. 

Mmmmm that's nice.

He lies back and pets her lazily, and barely moves even when he comes, still half-asleep. Then he pulls her up into his arms again to cuddle her some more. It's so good having a magically bound slave. It's so good being able to read her mind and feel how much she loves being his.

It occurs to him to check the time, though, and he turns out to have class in half an hour, so he sighs and closes his eyes and wills himself the rest of the way awake.

"I've got to get to class," he says, sitting up very reluctantly to get out of bed. "I'll see you later."

Valerie is more than perfectly happy to serve, even if he's not responsive, knowing that this is exactly what he wants to be doing right now, and she can still tell by how his cock responds that he's enjoying it, even if it it is in a lazy languid sort of way. Valerie can identify with that, just fine. She continues to touch herself, even after he cums, drinking him down and thinking about how good and delightful and wonderful this feels. And especially how wonderful it feels when he pulls her close and holds her like that. In... some ways, that's one of the best parts of being owned by him. Even though it's intoxicating, being made to do all kinds of things, being held like this is warm and comforting and nice.

She gives him a pout when he says he has to leave -- not a manipulative one! but a pout nonetheless. She knows better, by far, now, what'll happen if she tries to manipulate him like that. Some horrid part in the back of her mind wonders if it would at least get him to punish her, and spend more time with her that way -- but she shuts that part of her brain up as fast as she can. She has a feeling she won't like the results if she tries something like that, and besides, he clearly doesn't want to have to deal with something like that right now. It might be something he would have fun with later -- but very much not right now. 

"I hope you have a wonderful day, sir," she tells him, still pouting a little and looking up at him with sweet and enamored eyes. "Let me know when you want me back here. Anytime, anytime at all~" 

"I will," he says, reaching down to pet her hair and grope her breasts for a second or two before he turns away to get dressed and head to class. At least he no longer meaningfully has bodily needs. This morning would be much worse if he had to eat, drink, shower, and use the bathroom.

Valerie enjoys the way he uses her (because, that's what it is, using and toying with her for his pleasure), and watches him appreciatively as he dresses (he's still just as attractive and powerful and strong as ever, yum), idly thinking about what to do today. The really annoying thing about college, unlike high school, is that everyone has all mixed together class schedules. Which means she can't just hang out with her friends all the time. She'll just have to make her group of minions a little larger than usual, she supposes. She'll have plenty of time to think of what to do lying in bed this morning, relaxing. (And maybe touching herself, thinking about Sean for a while, getting off on remembering all the things he's done to her (so far!) because it is so hot to belong to him.) 

There is an undeniable ego boost to telepathically spying on someone who is near-constantly thinking about how hot you are.

He still turns off the mindreading for class, though.

This isn't like a normal classroom. There's a bunch of small two-person tables, all facing the front of the room, and the tables are equipped with, well... stuff. A sink, for one thing, as well another set of faucets that don't go to the sink -- they jut out, parallel to the top of the table -- and it isn't immediately obvious what they're for.

The classroom is mostly full of students already -- one of which, if Sean takes a good look around, is Zoe. She's all alone at her table, towards the back, but she's still clearly giving off "stay away from me" vibes, playing with her phone. There's a number of other empty seats around the room, not just the one next to hers. The professor has already written her name up on the blackboard (Professor Brooks) and is standing by the door. She smiles at Sean, hands him a syllabus, and tells him to sit wherever he'd like. 

He smiles back at the professor and then goes to sit with Zoe on the grounds that he recognizes her. If she doesn't want to chat then he's fine not chatting, and if she does, well, maybe he can make friends.

Zoe looks up at the boy (Sam?) when he sits down next to her, recognizing him from orientation. When he doesn't immediately talk (thank goodness), she shrugs, and continues taking to Margret on her phone and chewing her chewing gum, paying him no real heed. As long as he doesn't bother her she doesn't mind a familiar face. (Or was it Simon? Who cares, he'll remind her if he wants to bother her.) 

So, that's a no on the chatting, then. Sure.

A few minutes after class is supposed to start, Professor Brooks gets their attention, and everyone quiets down. Zoe sighs, texts her friend goodbye, for now, and puts the phone back in her pocket to pay attention. Maybe this class will actually be interesting, for once. Probably not, but who knows. All these other dumb classes that this school is making her take when all she wants to do is make some pretty things on her potter's wheel. 

"This is Physics for Design Students," the professor tells them. "You might have noticed that this class runs rather long, that's because it's a lab class. What that means is, rather than sitting down and doing boring math all day -- which, since most of you are art or architecture majors will probably bore you out of your skulls -- we get to do experiments instead. Every class you get to do something, which might just help you learn all that boring math, and help you understand some of the principles that will be important to your chosen majors. Even if you don't realize it at the time. This will be a hard class, but it will be a lot more fun than you might have been expecting." She smiles. "At least, I hope it will be!"

She pauses for a moment. "Now then, what we're supposed to do today -- and what's on the syllabus for that matter -- is a overview of lab safety. But honestly, you all have done labs in high school, right? And even if not, most of the stuff in there is things you really don't need to know, especially for most of the experiments we're doing. Most of this would just be review for you all. So rather than bore you all for the next two hours with things you already know, or don't need to know, how about we get started right away?" She leans in and whispers conspiratorially "Just no one tell the administration." She leans back, and in a normal voice once again, says. "I'll be sure to tell you what you do need to know, if it's something you haven't learned already -- in this case though, all you should need to know is to make sure to wear your lab goggles today! We're going to be learning about the tensile and ductile strengths of metal and wire." 

"You're going to be partnered with whomever is sitting next to you," she continues. "Don't worry!" she adds, as the class starts to hum a little in response to this pronouncement. "This is just for this experiment, you'll have plenty more chances to be partners with further people over the course of the semester. Now, will one partner in each group go and grab one of the plastic bins sitting over here on the wall? It'll contain everything you need, along with a bunch of pages to explain the experiment and what we're doing and why. I'll walk you through the first couple of steps once everyone has their bins, and feel free to come and ask me any questions, now, or later on in class. Got it? Go!"

Sure, he'll go grab a bin.

Once everyone is settled (and everyone is wearing their safety goggles!) the professor starts leading them through the relevant steps for testing the strength of the the first kind of wire in the box, copper. Once they've gotten started, and everyone (with a little bit of help, occasionally) has managed to get the first set of observations written down, she leaves them be to start on the next one. She still keeps wandering around the class, seeing if anyone needs help, pointing out when maybe someone has missed something -- but they're more or left to their own devices to follow the experimental procedure. 

Well this class is rapidly becoming Sean's favourite academic experience of all time.

Zoe is honestly having a better time than she thought she was going to as well. The boy (who she now knows is Sean, from when he wrote his name on the lab sheet) is surprisingly good with his hands, but is less than comfortable with the math. He seems to be having a good time doing all the manual work, so she eventually decides to take over recording all of the relevant data, and doing some of the math in the background while letting him do the actual experimental procedure. She's perfectly happy with this division of labor, and it seems like he is too. Zoe figures he should probably be a little bit more comfortable with math, taking a class like this, but she's not about to bring anything like that up. It's not like it's her job or anything. It's probably required for his major too, anyways. 

He likes being able to do things. More classes should involve doing things. Doing things is so good. Zoe is welcome to keep the math.