The professor collects their essays, and then goes about talking in some detail about essay writing and quotes and citations. Despite the professor's attempt to spice things up, it's still rather dry. 

At the end of class, he gives them all an assignment, for next week -- another essay on a reading topic that he hands out in a photo-copied stapled-together packet. An essay intended to be persuasive this time, as opposed to explanatory. 

Well, all right then. He can... take a stab at that after class, maybe, typing on his laptop with magic while driving around aimlessly. Essays are bullshit but he's gonna do it anyway, dammit.

Karen waves goodbye to him on the way out. "See you tomorrow," she tells him. She's got to get to her study session to work on the new problem set from yesterday! No time to stay and chat. But she's glad he seems to be doing better than he was. Hopefully he'll keep doing well, and Karen is just a little bit proud of herself for being able to help with that. 

"See you!"

Okay. He will read the assignment. He will open up his laptop and drive around doing the assignment. And then when he is done with the assignment, he will check on Valerie with telepathy. Good plan? Good plan.

The packet is a bit dry, but does give him several different perspectives on the topic for him to choose to argue about. The teacher's done their best to make it something they've never heard of, so they don't have preconceived notions, but that has the unfortunate effect of making it a relatively boring and uninteresting topic. Still, it's readable, and Sean can probably get a little more into it when he tries.

The essay itself will probably take him several hours to get done, and he might need to park the car to check the packet several times to find things to quote and reference, unless he tries to be clever and figure out a way to read while driving as well.

When he checks his phone, he'll find a message from Jenna with a message. I found a nice French restaurant relatively near to campus that should be open when we want to have dinner! It shouldn't be all that expensive, either. Feel free to pick me up from my dorm at around 5:00, as long as that works for you? That should give us more than plenty of time to get there and get food and get back in time for the dance! It would cut into her time to get ready a little but she could pick her outfit out in the morning and she already had something in mind anyways or at least a couple of things she could certainly narrow it down by then. When writing the message she considered making the time a little earlier even but even 5 was pretty early for dinner though they could always show up to dance after the lesson and she wanted to make sure they had enough time to have fun in the car if he wanted to because last time in the car was so good and she wants to kiss him and be kissed and maybe, maybe more like last time, though certainly not much more than last time last time was wow last time was incredible.

She doesn't know much about the restaurant but French things are supposed to be romantic, Jenna is pretty sure, and the menu looked reasonable and relatively inexpensive even though she's sure he can pay for plenty she doesn't want to impose too much or anything like that or be an expensive date because that sort of thing is improper she's pretty sure, maybe when he picks out the restaurant he can pick something expensive if he wants even though he doesn't seem to know much about food or restaurants for some strange reason. But the food isn't really the important thing here, it's the company, Sean specifically, and his smile and his muscles and the way he looks at her and the way his hands feel on her and she should probably stop fantasizing about him or remembering him or both it's somewhat difficult to tell the difference when what happened over the weekend was so incredibly fantastical. Jenna presses send, checks her phone anxiously a few times, and when she realizes he probably hasn't seen the message yet and isn't shunning her or dumping her because there is no reason whatsoever to do so she manages to concentrate on something else. 

By the time he manages to listen in on Valerie, she's participating in rush events, again. Well, ostensibly. Right now she's sweet-talking the board member who is by far the most into her (and she can tell just how into her she is, by the way she sits and looks at her, and isn't it just delightful seeing how much she wants her) to make sure the right people get in. Valerie is obviously getting in by this point, of course, there's no way she isn't. But she does need to be sure that Linda does. And make sure some of the more annoying or jealous girls who have been giving her the stink-eye don't. 

And Laura is very much attracted to her by now. She already was, of course, and how could she not be, what with Valerie swanning in and owning the room. But Valerie has been extra friendly and seductive at her, and in a slightly domineering sort of way that Lizzie seems to like and, well, Valerie has no problem pulling off. It's much more fun than her usual seduction tactics. A snide grin here, a correction to something she's doing there... in a day, or maybe less, she's going to have a nice long talk with the poor pretty girl. And maybe more than talk. Valerie imagines just what she's going to do with the cute little girl and presses her legs together under the table, smiling softly to herself. And even if it takes some extra convincing, it's pretty clear to Valerie that this is the sort of girl that Sean wants. That Sean is making her be truthful is a bit of a wrinkle, but Valerie should be more than good enough to pull it off, and prove just how good she is. Not that she needs to prove it, of course. But it's always fun to show just how hot and sexy and powerful she is. And how much she deserves to be Sean's second, once they get to the point where they have enough other toys to need a second. Won't that be nice and hot when it happens, Sean exalting her above all the rest of those weak little girls. Fuck she can't fucking wait.

Yeah reading while driving sounds like a bad plan and he's not gonna do it. He parks when he has to.

The message from Jenna makes him smile. He texts back a confirmation that that works for him.

And Valerie...

...well. She's Valerie. It's sort of cute how she can't for the life of her keep the girl's name straight. Hopefully letting her recruit for him won't turn out to have been a terrible idea, but at least it does kind of seem to be making her happy. Just as long as she doesn't have a meltdown when Sean doesn't instantly make her his queen.

He heads home to Valerie's apartment and flops on her couch for once instead of going straight to bed. If Valerie doesn't come home on her own soon, maybe he'll text her, but for now he's content to wait.

Valerie is there for another hour or so before the event starts to break up. She's done rather well for herself, she's pretty sure. The board members will make the right choices and recruit the girls that Valerie wants, the ones who will properly fall into line because they want her, or want to be her. And everyone else will be thrown out like the pitiful trash they are. And it won't take long before she's ruling this sorority, and won't that be fun. 

Before, the prospect of this would have filled her with plenty of delight, and it still does! But it still feels like something is missing. Not everyone seems to be as enthused by this idea as Valerie would like them to be, and, well, taking up the reigns of such an organization seems a little less interesting, now. Sean's methods, infuriating as they are, seem to have opened her eyes to, well, thinking about what other people might want. And while it certainly does make it easier for her to get the weak-willed little peons to do what she wants (she does have to give him credit for that, even if she still thinks he's misguided), doing so isn't always as hot as using her charms and body to do it. It makes her feel something else when people are thankful for favors she does for them, and she doesn't really understand it, but it's not hot and that takes half the fun out of it. 

Still, strange feelings aside, there is plenty here to be turned on by. Laura is gazing at her longingly across the room when she thinks Valerie isn't looking, blushing when she turns her way. Soon she'll be ripe for the plucking, and won't that be a fun experience. Valerie presses her legs together at the thought. She can practically smell just how much that girl wants to be on her knees licking her pussy, and when she really wants her, well, Valerie will be more than happy to let her. Again, and again, and again. Fuck that's hot to think about. 

And even beyond that, she is going to own an entire sorority. An entire group of young, and pretty (Valerie's been making sure of that) girls at her beck and call, ready for her to make into a perfect coterie of followers. Girls she can use to charm plenty of others, boys and girls alike, and watch their hearts break as she sits at the center of it all (fucking hot). None of them will be as good as her, of course, how could they possibly be? But they certainly would be useful for all kinds of things. Using them to spread her control and power and influence all over campus would be easy. She won't be able to be elected until next year, annoyingly (stupid bylaws), but even until then there's plenty she can do with the new girls to make sure she can have her fun. Half them were already eating out of her hand, trying to follow her example. Trying to please her, winning a smile from her. Oh, yes, she'll have more than plenty of control, and she plans to enjoy every second of it. 

But, that's in the future -- and fuck if thinking about all this wasn't making her wet. Valerie considered dragging one of the more enamored girls off to, well, enjoy, but Sean would probably be home soon, if he wasn't already, and thinking about all this made her want to get fucked by him. And thinking about how he would have so much control, over the school, over these girls, through her... fuck. Valerie staggers for a moment, thinking about it. Even if he was being slow about it, he deserves to control others. Deserves to control and have whatever he wanted. Like Valerie, of course, but Valerie's going to make sure he could have plenty of others too. It was what a man, strong, powerful, incredible, a man like him deserves. It's his right. Just like it's Valerie's, to take what she wants from these weak fools, he has every right to the same. Only more. So much more. Fuck. Valerie hopes he's waiting for her. She moans as she gets in her car. She hopes, but if not, she plans to touch herself when she gets home, keeping herself needy and ready and waiting for him, so she can feel his power when he comes back and takes her. He's so fucking powerful and strong. And he's going to have so much more power. She can't wait to fucking give it to him. Fuck. Valerie drives home, fingering herself under her dress, thinking hard about getting fucked, and about Sean, and about fucking power. She can't wait. So fucking hot. So fucking good. Fuck. 

...does he need to have a talk with her about road safety? He kind of maybe needs to have a talk with her about road safety. If she makes a habit of that she's going to crash her car eventually and then he will find out whether his emergency alert system is really up to the task of protecting his people.

It's... actually kind of upsetting, thinking about her dying in a car crash and him being unable to save her. Wow. Valerie? When he met her, he'd have killed her himself if he'd been able to get away with it. Now, though... yeah. He doesn't want that. He wants her safe. Safe and happy and his forever.

He stays sprawled on the couch, idly playing Angry Birds, and waits for her to get home.

By the time Valerie got home she was wet. Horny and wet and ready to be fucked. Or, well, denied. Valerie shudders and squeezes her legs together around her hand at the thought, rubbing them against herself. It didn't matter what she wanted anymore. It was Sean's choice. Sean's control. His power, his dominance, whatever he wanted. And he has so much power (fuck, so wet), and he was going to get so much more. She was going to help, she was going to watch, and he was going to take his rightful place in domination of whatever he chose. And Valerie hopes he'll choose a lot. She can't wait until that day comes. Valerie rides up the elevator, fingering herself, her thoughts a mix of wondering what Sean is going to do to her, and dreaming of a glorious future when she can kneel at his feet and give him what he deserves. Getting fucked by him when she shows up, and dreaming of a dozen girls at his (and her!) beck and call. Being teased mercilessly by him, because he can, and watching him do it to another, weaker girl, watching her beg him for release. Fuck. Maybe Sean will let the girl watch Valerie cum in front of her, to drive it home just how much better she is, to make her all the more desperate. Fuck that would be so hot. 

Valerie is hot and wet and dripping, when she opens the door to the apartment. It's not really hers anymore, is it, fuck she belongs to him. Dripping and hopefully. Dripping and desperate. 

He'd been planning to stay on the couch, but she just keeps having fantasies and it's making him a little impatient. So he waits until he hears her footsteps in the hall, and gets up; and when the door opens, he's already walking toward it.

When he sees the condition she's in, he smiles.

"You look like you've been thinking about me."

Valerie bites her lip and looks at him seductively, posing. She knows it won't do any good, of course, he'll do what he wants and that just makes it hotter, but she wants to be used and she's going to show him just how much. She bats her eyes at him and cocks it sideways, giving him a needy smolder. Fuck she wants to be taken. She wants to feel his power, and, for that matter, his cock inside her. She's so fucking wet. "Oh, yesss, sir," she purrs. She smiles wider, sultry, still biting her lip. "I've been thinking about you the whole ride home, sir," she says. She wants to drop to her knees, to beg, but she's stronger than that, at least for now. She can put on a little more of a show. Unless of course, he wants her to kneel. Fuck she's so controlled. 

"The whole ride home?"

She smirks at him, lewd and needy, and takes a step closer, hand snaking under her dress again to touch herself some more. "Oh, yes, sir," she tells him. "Thinking about you and touching myself and making sure I was hot and ready for you. Ready and eager to give you whatever pleasure you want, the pleasure and ecstasy and fun you deserve, sir." She takes another step closer. "I'm so hot and ready for you, sir," she says with a smile, and a slow seductive twist. She really is a bit more forward and turned on than usual tonight, isn't she. Towards Sean, at least. But that doesn't matter, he's going to do whatever he wants with her, regardless of her actions. He's so strong and perfect and unflappable and she's his. 

"Mm."

He looks at her thoughtfully, not quite smiling. He's definitely turned on, but... yeah. Can't let that stand, as lovely a picture as it makes.

"Not that I don't appreciate it," he says, "because I really, really do, but I don't want you doing that again. Driving safely is more important than getting off."

He takes a step forward, into her personal space, and wraps a hand around the back of her neck and kisses her forehead and looks into her eyes. "Your life belongs to me. Take better care of it."

Valerie pouts, surprised. She supposes she's never thought about it like that. And it wouldn't do to mar her beauty and charms in an accident. Though of course daddy would pay to have everything fixed, it would still likely be a rather large inconvenience. Still, it's taking away a bit of her fun, but, well, that doesn't matter. It's what he wants, what he's telling her to do. And even if she might want to defy him, well, he's likely right about this anyways and it's not like she's going to defy him like that. She's devoted to him. She's his. 

Valerie grins with delight as he touches her, still turned on and squirming, and then shudders under his steely gaze. "Yes, sir," she says, looking away, still seductively repentant but, well, actually contrite, not just the appearance of it. If it makes Sean that unhappy (and, well, if he tells her to to do it, because she's his), she'll make sure she's careful. 

He smiles.

"Good girl," he says, and kisses her forehead again, and picks her up and carries her to bed. It's a little annoying that he didn't think to take his clothes off half an hour ago, but he can fix that after he puts her down.

Valerie gasps softly when he calls her that, the combination of words having such a delightful effect in layered meanings. The statement that she's pleased, the reminder that she's his to please, which sends an erotic shiver down her already aroused spine and body. He controls her and he's so strong and powerful and it feels so good to please him, and have that reminder of how much he dominates her, and how devoted she is that she feels so fucking turned on when he tells her she has. Fuck, he's so fucking strong.

And then he proves even more how strong he is, picking her up like that, and she swoons and presses her body into him, wrapping her arms around him, feeling his strength and power and just how easily he could toss her around, fuck. She wants to be fucked, she wants to be held down and have all of her attempts at seduction and contrivance pushed away like they're nothing, her struggles rendered to naught. She wants to be reminded, shown just how helpless she is before him, just how much more of a superior specimen he is, even more than her. A reminder of just how much he deserves to have what he wants, that he can just reach out and take it, take her, fuck her, tease her, use her. Fuck, thinking about it turns her on so fucking much, thinking about how much better he is. Capable and unmanipulable and focused and strong.

Once on the bed, Valerie displays herself as the hot and sexy and horny seductress that she is, ready and waiting for Sean to take her, however he wants her. Watching him start to strip off his clothing, she starts to do the same... and stops. What she really wants right now is a show of power, of force, of dominance and control and ownership. If he wants her to strip, well, all he needs to do is tell her, and she has no doubt he'd simply tell her what he wants when and if he wants it. But she wants to be fucking taken, have her clothing torn asunder (expensive clothing, which makes it even hotter, but it's not like it will be difficult to replace, of course), held down and used in an expression of his desires and power and just how helpless she is in the face of them. And well, if she leaves her clothes on, she hopes he'll do just that. She takes a moment to display herself even better, top half-pulled-down, bottom riding up, laying there looking panting and needy, as appealing as she can manage. Which of course, is very appealing. She knows he can easily resist anything she tries, but she expects he'll be turned on by the display regardless. And hopefully turned on to use her how she wants to be used, reminding her of just how much she's his.

Awww, that's cute. And it's hot how she knows she can't manipulate him, how she likes that she can't manipulate him, how she's giving up and just hoping for what she wants.

And, well.

The things she wants are pretty nice.

So he pounces, tears her dress apart, doesn't bother disentangling her from the pieces, and pins her to the bed and fucks her violently.

Valerie shrieks in mock and obviously fake horror as he tears the dress away, made even more obviously fake by the way she presses and rubs her revealed flesh against him, arching her back. She moans and shudders as he holds her down, fucking horny at the display of his strength. His control of her, his power over her. He doesn't care about her outfit, doesn't care what she wants, even though, well, this is what she wanted, he sees what he wants and just takes. And he's so much stronger and he can just hold her there and it feels so good to see this kind of domination in action. She's wet when he slides into her, wet and dripping, horny as fuck from playing with herself before and from feeling him take her like this.

But she wants to feel it more. And so she struggles against his hold, fighting uselessly (fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck) against his hold, her arms and legs being held down firmly, inexorably, entirely. She struggles and fights even as she fucks him back, enjoying it, trying to pull away one second and being held fast, pressing into him hard as he thrusts deep into her in another, pressed up against him hot and wet and loving every second of it. Fucking hell she loves this. Craves this. She wishes she had this much power, she's so much better than everyone else but it's nothing compared to him, even what if what he wants is strange sometimes he just takes it, takes her, takes everything, and she can't escape no matter how hard she tries. She cums hard, moaning and gasping, feeling his cock pound into her, writhing against him in a mix of struggle and desire, bucking wildly as she's used, unable to resist, to fight, her body her mind owned so completely by him. She's so fucking his and he can do whatever he wants to her and she can't stop him. And even after she cums, feeling half wrung out but still horny as fuck even with the fight half-left her, he's still taking her. She writhes and struggles a little and fucks him back, enjoying every second of it, enjoying the rush of power in action even if it isn't her own.

Oh that's fun. That's nice. He likes feeling powerful and he likes feeling the echo of that power in her mind, in the way she struggles helplessly under him, in the sounds she makes and the pleasure she feels and the way she keeps squirming and loving it even after she comes. He's so glad he owns her. He's so glad he can take her like this and watch her love it like this and make her come like this and keep right on using her until he's done, and he's so glad she likes it like that, wants him to hold her down and show her that he owns her.

Valerie loves it too, even if it is tiring her out some. She's still fucking horny from doing all of this even after cumming, because it's such a fucking rush to see such an exercise of power like this, and even though it's getting harder and harder to struggle she still tries, a little. He's so much better than her, still going strong, hard, feeling so good taking what he wants from deep inside her, controlling the pace and the distance and everything, even when she thrusts her hips back up at him with need and desire. It'll be even better watching him do it to someone else which should be but right now this is so good. She struggles, a little less each time as she looses her strength, loses her resolve even in the face of all the glorious fucking, moaning and wet and needy and getting fucked and feeling the electric flush of dominance in action wash over her.

He didn't intend for this to last all that long but fuck it's good feeling how much she loves it. He slows down a little, to really take pleasure in the moment, in her mind and her body, in how deeply she belongs to him. Good. Good. Perfect.

Right before he comes, he wraps his hand around her throat, just to feel it there, the physical expression of his power. It's intensely, viscerally satisfying, and afterward he snuggles down and wraps his arms around her with a sigh of absolute contentment.

The sudden hands on her throat are enough to fill her with energy, a sudden shock and terror and delight that makes her gasp and writhe as he cums inside her. Valerie isn't even sure if she's struggling or fucking him back or both, but she moans and really feels it, feels the way he owns her so much that he can just, just, imply things with his hands when he cums in her, cum in what's his and what he owns and controls and dominates, such fucking awesome power, fuck. She sobs with need and joy, with burning delighted lust, and she's just a little bit regretful when he removes his hands when he's done with her, to hold her close once more. Only a little though, because it's his choice when he's done with her, his choice for what he wants to do with her. And it still feels rather... lovely, to be held like this. She presses closer into him, not in a sexy way, but in a way that seems to grant both of them comfort, and breathes a little slower, relaxing slowly while being held. 

Mmmmmmmm yes good. Holding her is so so good.

"Mine," he murmurs, kissing her forehead.

Valerie arches her back when he says that, moaning softly and pressing into him. "Yours, sir," she agrees.