"Mmmmm." He kisses her forehead. "Nah. I think I'm gonna keep playing with you until I have to go to class and then leave you like this. And if you get yourself off while I'm gone, well, then I'll just have to get you all worked up again later, it's not like that's a chore. But I do think next time I get you off I'm gonna want you teased for a while first."

She pouts at him, playfully. She's already horny and it's only going to get worse. 

Fuck if it isn't hot that he can just, choose to do this to her. Leave her horny and a mess and barely enough time to get ready for class when he leaves, since she still hasn't gotten Art History squared away. Yet. She's going to look horrible when she shows up (well, comparatively of course. She still looks hotter than the rest of the girls in this school on their best day even on her worst. But it's the principle of the thing, you know?), and she probably is going to need to get in a quick orgasm just to get this out of her system enough to concentrate on seducing Billy (or was it Bobby? Doesn't matter) into doing all her homework in class for her. Fuck if she gets left this horny she might actually fuck him. That would certainly get him to do her work, for the rest of the semester, at least. Normally she tries to do it without even touching them, because they're not really worth touching her, but fuck if she's this horny then she'll take whatever she can get. 

He did mention he wants her worked up before the next time he uses her. Maybe she can do it to herself? 

Fuck she's so fucking horny right now. Needy and aroused and he's doing that thing where he teases her as she gets close and then he stops and she wants to cum so badly. Fuck. Fuck. She knows he said he'd leave her like this, but she's pretty sure he'd still get off on hearing her begging. And, well, she really wants to cum. It's not like she can easily stop herself from begging at this point, she's already moaning "please" over and over again. She should get some good begging in, before it gets even harder to think and that's the only thing she can say, fuck, fuck, FUCK. That feels so good fuck. 

"Please, please, please sir, please, I want to cum so badly sir, please, pretty please, let me cum, this feels so fucking good sir please don't stop don't stop don't st... no please, fuck, I want it so badly, sir, I want you so badly sir, I belong to you, you own me, control me, possess me, but I want to cum so badly so please let your pretty possession cum for you please sir yes just like that please please PLEASe no please, fuck, sir, please." 

Awwww that's cute. And really hot. And cute.

He pins her to the bed, because he can and it's hot to feel her trying and failing to squirm, and fucks her with his fingers, and pays careful attention so that every time she gets close he can slow down just enough, and after a few minutes of that he kisses her forehead and takes his hand away and leaves her there while he goes to grab his clothes (and his duplicate keys) and get dressed and get to class.

It's so hot when he holds her down and makes it so she can't move, and it's so awful when he does that thing where he always seems to know when she's going to cum, and then stops. It's really really really frustrating. But she knows he enjoys leaving her a squirming needy helpless mess. And it's really fucking hot that it doesn't matter what she wants. Her wants don't matter. All that matters is he wants to do with his property. (Thinking that word makes her squirm even more. Fuck. Fuck.) She's his, he owns her. And (as she once again proves to them both as she struggles against his powerful hold), there's nothing she can do about it. And that's so fucking hot too. 

When he gets off of her she just lays there, moaning and gasping, not wanting to get off where he can see, not when he wanted her to be left like this, slowly letting the arousal drop back down from a bubbling mess to a simmering mess. Very slowly, when she keeps touching herself and thinking about it. Again and again and again. She wishes him well when he leaves, pointing out the keys if he has trouble finding them (she put a little bow on the keys, to make them obvious and to make them look like a cute present. She hopes he enjoys that sort of thing) and then rushing into the shower to quickly cum to the thought of being his property forever and ever and ever and ever. And then, after a few dozen or so breaths to settle herself, get herself as clean as possible as fast as possible. 

At which point it is 10:22 and her class is at 11 and she's going to be late and... actually, no, that's fine. She can be late to class. She's more important than all those worthless little peons. She should still... go more quickly than usual. But there's nothing wrong with her breezing into class 10 or 20 minutes late. Nothing at all. She's a princess compared to these people (belonging to a fucking king, but a princess nonetheless) and they should be happy that she deigns to grace the classroom with her presence at all. She takes a breath, and a little more calmly, gets to picking out her outfit and putting on her makeup for the day. 

Cuuuuute.

All right, he should probably stop reading her mind so he can focus on class. Can't let himself get distracted.

Class is reasonably similar to what it was like last time -- the Professor is teaching them about basic architecture topics once more. This time, though, he actually assigns homework, due in a week -- but nothing too difficult looking, just some reading and a small essay on the topics that have been covered in class so far. 

Class lets out, and he has a couple of hours before calculus. And time for lunch, if he wants it. 

Instead of having lunch, he checks his email and goes for a drive.

There are a bunch of various administrative and procedural emails he's gotten from the school that he can probably ignore. 

He does have two emails that he probably shouldn't ignore, though, from last night. The first is from the Ballroom Dance Club, whose first meeting is going to be at 6:30 on Thursday, in one of the studios in the arts building. It'll start out with a lesson for the first hour, and proceed into social dancing for the next several. The email exhorts people to "come dance before you get bogged down with classwork!" 

The second one is from Karen -- she's booked a study room in the library from 4-6 tomorrow (today, by the time he reads it) -- and they can spend the last hour in the cafeteria ("since I probably should get something to eat then anyways") if they need to to finish things up. She's also done some research, and she'll be charging him $35 an hour for the tutoring.

A little ways into the drive, he'll get a text from Zoe, as well. She tells him she's busy for most of the rest of the actual days this week, but figures that they should have plenty of time to meet up on the weekend to finish the workbook. If that's fine with him. Sunday at 1 PM is probably best for her, and "it shouldn't take us more than an hour or so". 

He confirms Karen's email and Zoe's text, and stops by an ATM to get some cash to pay Karen with, and then it's time for class. Ugh, Calculus. Maybe if he's lucky it won't be as bad as last time? No, it totally will.

It's worse. You'd really think they'd get a better teacher for what is essentially remedial calculus, especially with the large population of non-STEM people at this college, but, well. 

The teacher collects their homework, and then drones on about various topics that are supposed to be review, but many of them are things Sean probably doesn't remember very well, if at all. And more of the class is looking a little lost this week, especially since he almost never turns around to answer questions. Some of them are intelligently asking their neighbors for help. The professor doesn't seem to notice or mind the whispering going on in the back of the room. 

Eventually, after what is probably a lot shorter than it felt like, class lets out. With some more "easy" homework to do for next time. 

Whatever. Karen can explain it to him. (He hopes.)

Karen really hopes she can. But she's a bit worried about his general math skill level in the first place. She mayyyy have spent a decent chunk of time last night doing some research about tutoring, and how to teach math (she realizes, after a bit of reading, that it may be somewhat difficult to teach a topic that she understands so intuitively. But she'll try anyways). After doing some research, and a quick run to the computer lab to print some things out, she has the start of an idea of what to do. Though it is mostly unfortunately a start. 

She shows up to the library about 15 minutes early, and waits slightly impatiently outside the study room, for either the people already in there to clear out or for Sean to show up. Or both. 

Sean is only ten minutes early. He waves when he sees her.

Karen waves back, and smiles when she sees him. 

The people in the room still aren't out yet, but that's ok -- they do still have it for another 10 minutes. And they can talk while they wait. 

"So, I've never actually done anything like this before," she tells him, "So I think there might be a little bit of playing this by ear. I'm, well, I'm not 100% sure what your aptitude level is at the moment, so I have this test here," she waves a couple pieces of paper in the air, "that will start off very very easy and get progressively harder until it's talking about concepts that you don't understand. It gets to the point in here where there are concepts I've never seen before. Though I do hope to learn about them one day! I know it's a test, but I couldn't figure out a better or easier way to, well, test your knowledge like this right off the bat. Feel free to like, talk to me about it when you do the thing."

She pauses. "I also should probably take a look at what you've been doing. Did they give you homework yet? Can you show me? That way I can see if I can explain what you're doing there as well. I think the plan is to get you up to speed so this stuff is easier to explain, but also explain what you're doing right now as best I can so you can actually do your homework. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds like a plan. Here is my homework, which I barely understand!"

Karen looks it over. It's pretty basic pre-calc stuff -- trig, basically, requiring knowledge of triangles and angles and stuff like that. Stuff she could do in her sleep in middle school. She resists the urge to say that, though. It wouldn't do to brag and tell him how much better than him she is when she's trying to teach him. He already knows that. That's why he's asking for her help. Instead, she nods, reads it over a few more times, thinking of how best to teach this sort of thing to someone. It'll probably be a little easier once she knows for sure that he has a basic idea of how to do arithmetic (he does have a basic understanding of arithmetic, right? Poor kid).

"I think I might have some ideas," she says, slowly, "but I do want to figure out the sort of things you do know, first." The people currently in the study room take that moment to exit. Perfect. She enters, motioning for him to follow. "Again, I'm sorry that this is a test, but all the problems on it should either be really easy or basically impossible. Feel free to skip any of the impossible ones, or talk to me if you want to ask questions about it. It's just an assessment to see what you know, it's not a test test. Got it?" She puts the piece of paper down on the table in front of a chair, and motions for him to sit. 

"Yeah."

He sits. He applies himself to the test. He's very methodical about it: first he goes through and does everything that's obvious at a glance, and continues onward from there reading every question until he reaches the part of the test where he doesn't even understand what the question is asking, and then he loops back and fills in the things he actually has to think about but can still do, and then starts asking questions about what things mean and whether he's understanding them right.

She watches him take the test. He's obviously not an idiot. She's a little annoyed at herself for almost dismissing him so readily when she first met him. And especially annoyed at his parents and teachers. He clearly doesn't have the background knowledge he needs to be good at this stuff, and math is probably not his strongest suit (though, how could you really know? And look at how he's doing the problems!) but he probably has the capacity to be sufficient at it. She thinks. It's a little hard to tell what counts as sufficient, but certainly he can be smart enough to do his homework. And she's starting to get a good picture of what level he's at and how he thinks. 

"Alright," she says when he finishes. "I think I can understand where you're at. Let's see if I can start by explaining your homework, so you can do it -- and I'll be here to help as you do it, so you can ask any questions you have as you go -- and then we'll use the remaining time to see if we can help catch you up to where the school thinks you should be." She then goes on to start drawing things on the whiteboard, explaining about the relationship between circles and the triangles inscribed in them, occasionally realizing her error when he starts looking antsy (though he is clearly trying hard to be attentive) and letting him draw some things that she describes. Which it turns out is a good way to see how much of handle he has on the concepts anyways. (She really should remember to try bringing some fidget toys next time. She can't believe she forgot.) 

It turns out that when you are being taught math one-on-one by a cute girl who really likes math, it is... actually kind of fun?

He still wishes he could read her mind, but even without that, her tutoring is helping him a ton. And he can pace or balance his chair on two legs or draw on the whiteboard and just generally move when he has to. It's really good.

He really does move around a lot wow. Maybe fidget toys aren't quite enough. Or something. Still worth a shot, but also, wow. It's a little distracting sometimes but the relevant person being taught is him, not her. She can deal with it. 

Still, he's taking to the concepts she's explaining with reasonable understanding and speed -- so either she's a really good teacher (which she wants to believe, but, this is the first time she's ever done this, so it seems unlikely) or he's a lot better at learning in situations like this. A lot better. It's a travesty, it really is. At some point they're actually going have to make sure any of that knowledge he seems to be picking up is actually sticking. So after a little bit more than an hour in, she tells him. "I think that's probably enough to get started on your homework. I probably missed something, or something might not make sense that we just went over, or... something, so feel to ask questions." There's no way she's going to do it for him. Not even slightly. That would defeat the point. But she'd be glad to give him extra guidance as necessary. As long as she isn't actually doing the work. She hands him back his homework, and sits down to watch how he goes about it. 

He approaches the homework the same way he did the test: sits down, focuses, starts working, and keeps going until he runs out of things he understands well enough to handle. He ends up only having to ask her for help a couple of times at the very end.

Karen spends a decent amount of time as he works watching being moderately impressed, and doing her best to hide it, and being really pissed off at his parents. He's not brilliant at it, not by any means -- but he could be. Could have been. She wants to figure out who the heck thought they were teaching this poor child and give them a shake and yell at them until they saw the error of their ways. His parents are rich. He could have had plenty of high-paid tutors who could have taught him everything he needed to know and more. She's just a random girl who's good at math and here he is having figured out (well, basic) trig in a couple of hours. Which is pretty great, if she does say so herself. What were they doing wasting this poor boy?

It's a little past 6 by the time he's finished, but no one has actually knocked on the door yet. Probably no one has the room booked for this late in the day, this early in the school year. They could probably stay in here until 7. Karen is feeling a little hungry, though, and is going to go to anime night with her new friends at 7:30. She's a little worried about there being boorish assholes there, but, well. She has some friends she's going with. With any luck, she'll be fine. 

"It's almost 6:15," she says, after congratulating him for having finished up his homework and done a good job (which he really had). "Do you mind if we walk and talk and go get something to eat in the cafeteria? I'm pretty hungry, and I have a thing after this. I'll charge you less for this hour, don't worry. And I'll still try and explain some other math concepts to you while we go and eat." 

"Sure!"

Impulsively, he hugs her.

"Thanks so much for helping me out."

Karen's a little taken aback by the sudden hug, and stumbles back a step or so in surprise and confusion (and maybe the slightest bit of fear?) before she realizes what's going on, and puts her arms back around him to hug him back warmly, happy that he's so happy, for several seconds. He really just is a very expressive guy who has a bit of trouble with emotions, huh. She probably wouldn't want to get on his bad side. "I'm glad I could help!" she tells him. "Really, if anything, you're already thanking me, you're paying for it. And I'm getting experience with tutoring, so it's a win-win." Most people probably aren't quite as good to teach as Sean is. But maybe she could be a TA next semester? Or next year, at least? She'll think about it.

"Regardless -- I need to go get something to eat, and you probably should too. The cafeteria's not far -- let's go walk and talk and then eat and talk, alright?"

He almost apologizes as soon as she flinches, but then she's hugging back and it's good. Hugs are good. Friends are good. Karen is good.

"Yeah," he agrees, and he packs up the math and follows her to the cafeteria.