For just a moment Valerie is confused and screams in shock and surprise when she feels the hand tug at her hair. But then she realizes what's going on and she gets turned on so very fast. He's using his strength and power to take what belongs to him, just like he should, just like he deserves. And Valerie is more than happy to be taken and used by him, devoted to him as she is. She moans as he tosses her onto the bed and presses her body into his and tells him, "welcome home, sir~" with a seductive grin. 

He smiles, and then he pounces.

It's still so good to own her. Even though he wishes he owned more people. (When is he going to find the time to stalk Irene...? Maybe she'll call him. He hopes she'll call him.) Even though owning someone like this makes raping people he doesn't own so much less satisfying. He has her and she's his and he can do whatever he wants with her and it's perfect.

He doesn't last long, this time, and afterward he curls up and pulls her into his arms and falls asleep almost immediately.

Valerie almost doesn't mind that it's over so quickly, because it feels so good when he takes her, knowing that he's in control, that if she fought she would lose, that he's stronger and better than her and he deserves to control her, to own her and use her however he wishes. It's so fucking hot that he can just take what he wants, without a thought or care, and that she belongs to him so utterly and completely. 

And then he's holding her again and it feels so nice being held and watching him sleep and belonging to him like this and she still doesn't understand what she's feeling but it feels so very good. She pulls closer to him as he rests, sobbing just a little and not quite being sure why, feeling good and crying just the same, before wiping off her tears and curling in close with him and letting herself fall asleep in his arms. 

He wakes up before her again, and for once instead of immediately using her mouth he spends a minute cuddling her and petting her hair first.

Valerie wakes, blearily, not to the sensation of Sean's cock in her mouth but his arms around her holding her close and petting her and she doesn't understand why if he owns her he's being so sweet to her it doesn't make sense. He's strong and powerful and unflappable and clever and sees right through her and he's giving her something she never knew she needed and it feels so very nice. Her bottom lip quivers a little as he holds her, as she holds back her tears, simply lost in how nice it is to wake up in his arms like this. "Thank you, sir," she whispers, doing her very best not to stutter. 

He smiles, and hugs her closer for a moment, and kisses her forehead, and then slides his hand into her hair and pulls her head down to shove his cock in her mouth.

Valerie grins a little, despite herself, at the start of the usual morning ritual. She's his and she's here to suck his cock and give him pleasure and that's what she's supposed to be used for and she's going to be used because she belongs to him. It's not quite as easy, this morning, to get into it -- but as she gives him pleasure and feels him get hard in her mouth and throat, she gets hot and needy and wet just like usual, feeling just how much she's pleasing him. He owns her, and wants a mouth to fuck, and he just takes what he wants. She's his. He controls her completely and it's so hot knowing that he can do whatever he wants to her, and she couldn't stop him if she wanted to. He's stronger and more powerful and he deserves to own her. She sucks his cock harder and faster, elevating his pleasure higher and higher, her fingers wandering between her legs to touch herself as she thinks about just how under his control she is. 

Owning her feels so right. She is his and he does control her completely and it's just - so fucking perfect, being able to hold her and kiss her and fuck her mouth and then hold her some more.

He's so busy enjoying the pleasure of her mouth, and then the warmth of cuddling her again, that he forgets to check the time; and then he glances at a clock and sighs and drags himself out of bed, because if he stays much longer he's gonna be late to class.

It's really hot to drink down his cum like this every morning, a constant horny reminder that she's his and he'll do whatever he wants with her. 

And then she's being held again and it's so nice and the arousal sortof trickles out of her mind and she relaxes in his arms, feeling so good and still not fully understanding why. But she's so glad to belong to him, to be in his arms like this, and right now the reason doesn't matter. 

She gives him a small playful pout when he pulls away but Valerie knows better than to try and manipulate him at all. And honestly she's not sure she wants to, even though without him she's bored right now. 

...Even though she's more or less got all her classes covered now, by charming one weak-willed boy or another into being hers and doing all her work for her... maybe she should go to class today. The boy she's charmed would be happy to see her again, and it's always nice to be wanted. It'll take a while for her to get ready herself, of course, since she has to look her best. But there's nothing wrong with showing up late again. It was so much fun to interrupt and catch everyone's eye last time, even the silly teacher was at a loss for words when she came in. She giggles at the memory. What's the point of being the best (well, almost the best) if she can't flaunt herself and show up her classmates. Valerie politely waits until Sean leaves, in case there's anything else he wants to do with her (anything else, she's his), and then heads into the bathroom to take a shower. 

Awww, she's cute.

Okay, gotta turn off the mindreading to focus on class. As much as he would love to just watch her think about how hot he is all day.

Class is pretty normal once again. The professor has some slides this time that he can use for demonstrative purposes, and manages to explain things pretty well. At the end, he reminds everyone about the homework (still due on Wednesday!) and releases everyone from class. 

Oh, right, homework. As much as he'd like to spend the next two hours driving, he sits in his car and reads instead.

And then (sigh) Calculus.

Calculus. Sean probably has a somewhat easier time of it at the beginning given that he's reviewed all of last class's content with Karen, and the professor is talking about something related, but soon the professor starts talking about an entirely new unrelated topic, so Sean may have some trouble. 

At the end of class, the professor doesn't give any homework -- but instead, tells them that there will be a short quiz on the first half of class on Monday. "Just a review of everything we've done so far this week, so it shouldn't be to hard," he tells them. "And really, this week has already been review, for most of you -- so really it's just a quiz on a review of a review, so it should be no problem. And next week after the quiz we get to start on real calculus!" 

Oh for fuck's sake.

He texts Karen on his way out of class.

hey I have a calculus quiz on monday and i dont understand anything. do you have any time this weekend to help?

After a few seconds of thought, he adds a followup: to clarify i'm pretty sure i understand the stuff we talked about but then today there was new stuff and i'm lost again

After a few minutes, he'll get a text back.

That sucks, sorry! In the middle of class at the moment. Let me check my schedule in a bit, I'll get back to you before the end of the day. 

thanks!

Okay. Now he is gonna go for a fucking drive. For several hours. Wishing the whole time that he owned more slaves and some real territory to put them in, and also possibly that he hadn't been kicked out of ballet, because what he really wants to do is something more physical than driving but if he grabs someone and rapes them in his car he's just going to end up feeling unpleasantly constrained by the lack of space.

She's walking down the street looking for someone to fuck! She's not sure why no one seems to want to fuck her! She's really cheap too only $20 but the few people she seems to be finding on the street to fuck her often don't let her ask and seem to want to run away when she does tell them how much she costs. Or honk their horns and call her mean things. Maybe she's not hot enough? She takes a hand out from under her short skirt to tighten her blouse even more. That way she can reveal more of her huge titties, and show how hard her nips are through the fabric! And then someone will want to fuck her. When she's done she puts her hand back under her skirt to continue fingering her hot hungry pussy. She's so horny! Hopefully someone will want to fuck her now!

She sees someone in a pretty car coming down the street, and stands in the middle of the road, grinning at him and waving. Maybe there's someone inside who will fuck her! 

...

Sean blinks.

Yep she's still there.

A girl just walked out into the street right in front of his car, and she has really improbably huge tits and a really improbably slutty outfit and she's waving at him without a care in the world.

He stops the car and leans his head out the window to ask, "Hey, what the hell??"

She grins, and bounces her titties at him. "Hey, you're cute!" she says. "Wanna fuck? Only 20 dollars! Any hole you want!" She's so horny! Maybe he'll want to fuck her! 

"...you know what, sure," he says. "Get in the car and I'll give you twenty dollars."

He reaches across to open the passenger door.

Oh goody! She's going to get to fuck someone! She's really horny and can't wait to fuck! She bounces her titties at him and goes, "Oh goody!!" and totters over on her heels to the passenger door and gets inside, grinning happily.

The door locks itself behind her and now he is reading her mind. (He closes his eyes so the glow won't give him away.)

He does, in fact, get out twenty dollars to give to her while he's at it, because there's really no good reason not to.

He's cute! She can't wait to fuck him! She's a cheap whore and that's what she's for! She's so horny and can't wait to get fucked! She takes the 20 dollars with a grin and presses her body against his. "What hole do you want to use?" she asks. "Any hole, take your pick!" She's so glad to get fucked like the dirty worthless whore she is!

...okay, there is... admittedly something kind of hot about this, but also, what the fuck? Her thoughts aren't—he hasn't read that many minds but she almost doesn't feel human, what the hell—

He's not sure how exactly to direct his will, here, but he really, really wants to know what is happening in there and how it came to be.

And because he really wants to know, and the mind in question is in his domain, he knows. How is not a question his powers can directly answer, but what certainly is.

The metaphor for what he feels and knows is somewhat difficult to describe in words, but there's some kind of barrier, or shell on her mind, and the shell is what's thinking her surface thoughts and controlling her emotions and actions. Underneath the shell there's... something else, contained, trapped. It's hard to tell what exactly it is or what it's thinking (or if it is even thinking) without concentrating more deeply, but it's metaphorically curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth, trying to stay as far away from the shell as it can.