Wow that's incredibly hot.

He leads her into the restaurant, and slows down a little as they enter.

Shit, he doesn't know about the reservation! Before the hostess can open her mouth Valerie blurts "we, we have a reservation! It's under Valerie." She catches her breath, regaining her composure. "Sorry about that. We have a reservation for two, under Valerie." She shifts back and forth, a little uncomfortably. 

The hostess looks down at her sheet, and back up at them. "Right this way, please," she says, grabbing a pair of menus, and leading them to a table towards the back. Valerie waits for Sean to go first so she can properly follow behind. (She is so, so, so fucking horny). 

(So hot.)

He waits an extra half-second as the hostess sets off, just because he likes the fact that Valerie is waiting for him to lead her; but then he follows the hostess to the table, sits down, and accepts a menu. And smiles at Valerie. Because he likes looking at her and knowing what a complete mess she is and that it's all because of him.

He's smiling at her because she's hot (because of course she is) and normally that would make her smile back all enticingly all turned on at her power but right now he has all the power and she's turned on for an entirely different reason. Valerie shifts uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ignore the wetness in between her legs. And how hot it feels to be smiled at like that at by him. How hot he makes her. How she, still, still can't fucking cum. She needs to. 

"I, I. I can make some, some suggestions? Of what you might, like, if you want? I... still expect that I can suggest good things even if I had. Different motives. Before. Sir. Or, there is pizza. If you want it. Sir. Or, or, you can just look at the menu. Whatever you want, please, sir." She's such a horny mess she can't think straight. Or talk straight. She's, so, so his. Valerie whines with need. 

"Sure, I'll hear your recommendations."

She opens the menu and looks over the things. It's almost strange, thinking about what she'd actually want to eat on a first date, instead of getting the most expensive thing on the menu and making her date pay for it because she could. Now... what's actually on this menu.

It was pretty clearly a seafood restaurant, one with things like lobster and crab on the menu. She might've ordered those, once, but they took forever to eat and she really didn't want to get them now, and she really didn't want this meal to last longer than it had to. Fuck. She was so, so hot being controlled like this. She didn't want it to last a minute longer than it had to. And, honestly she'd had more than enough of it over the years. She wasn't really so much a fan anymore. 

"The, the linguine with mussels and clams is probably really good, I, I like those. Them. That. And, and the seared scallops and pasta are most likely really delicious. Seared scallops are really good. And, and, if you like that sort of thing, the squid ink pasta tastes like the ocean." She'd had it only a few times, but, honestly, she really enjoyed it. She'd probably order that for herself. If he let her order. Or eat. Fuck, he controls her so much. She's sit here wriggling with need because he doesn't want her to cum yet. Fuck it's so hot being controlled like this. 

Valerie takes a moment to catch her breath, and continues. "And, and if you like fish, salmon is always really good, but sole is really soft and tender and mild. If, if you want that instead." She blushes. "And, and, there are appetizers, too, if, if, if you want them?" She really doesn't want him to get those. But, but, it would... she needs to make him happy (fuck, she's so fucking needy and hot. She wants to touch herself so fucking badly). And hiding that from him, would, would be... wrong. "I can recommend some of those, too, if you want, sir." She puts down the menu and blushes and squirms in her seat. It's so intoxicating being controlled like this. She needs to cum so badly and he won't let her. 

"Hmm."

He pauses, thoughtfully. Because he can.

"I think no appetizers," he concludes, reaching across the table to close her menu and pull it into a neat stack with his own.

Valerie squirms in worry and fear and anticipation and need. Watching him deliberate. Watching him choose her fate. Fuck, it's so hot watching him hold her in his hands like that and, and, deciding what to do with her. Deciding how long she'll have to wait. Deciding what she'll have to do to please him. He has such strength and confidence. It's so hot watching him just, exercise his power over her.  She really really really needs to cum. Fuck. She struggles to keep herself calm, feeling a wave of relief wash over her when he passes on the appetizers, tinged with desire and gratefulness at his generosity. Fuck, fuck fuck. He has her controlled so well. It makes her so needy and wet. And she can't stop thinking about it. 

She winces a little when he takes away her menu, realizing immediately what that means. He will be ordering for her. She'd wanted the squid ink pasta, but, well, it is his choice what to do with her. He controls her. He can tease her and use her and make her squirm and ache and, and, she'll be happy to eat whatever he gives her, and pay for it with her own money. He deserves whatever he wants, and she'll give anything, everything to make sure he gets it. Just like her toys would do for her. She'll crawl and beg and give him all her money just so she can be with him a little longer. So she can feel his hands on her, feel him tease her, use her however he wants. Fuck, the feeling is so hot and wet and electric. She loves every second of it. And she really needs to cum.

Wow, she is a mess. He kind of loves it.

Okay, as tempted as he is to drag her into a dark corner and fuck her immediately, it'll be so much more satisfying if he sticks to the plan. As soon as their server appears, he orders the seared scallops for himself and (after a tiny pause to build anticipation) the squid ink pasta for his date.

Fuck fuck, he's so, fuck. She's not sure how he guessed what she wanted but holy fuck it's incredible to see him take charge. And give her what she wants. She's, so, grateful to him, as hot and needy as she is. She'd never treat her pets like this. He's such a good, strong, powerful person. And she's so incredibly thankful for him being so good to her when he could be so much worse to her. Maybe it was the need talking, the needy squirming wet desire to cum that makes everything fuzzy and warm and desperate, but. She wants to show him how thankful she is. Somehow. 

She kicks off a shoe and reaches her leg out towards him, under the table. "Th-thank you, sir," she says. "Thank you for ordering for, for me. For being so kind, to me. When you could do anything to me. I, I would love to show you how grateful I am. Sir. Please. If you'll let me?" She moves her leg closer, pressing her bare foot against his leg, so he can catch her meaning. 

"Hmm." He smiles slightly. "Nah. See, the game right now is, we're on a date. A nice, normal date. Where you have to act like nothing's wrong as much as you can while you're barely holding it together."

Fuck, that... makes sense. He's, he's toying with her, and enjoying watching her struggle. Enjoying the power he has over her. Enjoying how everything he says or does makes her into more of a needy squirming mess as he treats her like she's his (which she is, and just thinking about it makes her hand twitch towards the bottom of her dress for the thousandth time that night). He's having fun getting off on how much power he has over her, and, well Valerie can understand that. She understands that perfectly. And Valerie is glad to be giving him such a delightful show. 

But, but, he said he wants a nice normal date. And well, Valerie isn't doing a very good job of that, (which is the point, of course, him enjoying her not being able to keep it together tying herself in knots getting drunk on his power, and... no. Breathe). 

She takes another breath. Well. Maybe she can be a little bit less of a pushover. And maybe find something else to think about that isn't her aching wet cunt all the time. (Nff.) And give him something a little bit closer to a date, like he wants. And if she does, well, Valerie knows he'll enjoy making her cum at the end of the night all the sweeter, if she shows him a little bit more backbone. 

Valerie grins at him, still shifting in her chair, but eager to show just a little bit of spirit. "Well, then, if you want a normal date, sir," she bites her lip for a moment, holding back a shudder. "Or, Sean, perhaps, if you prefer. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, then. And we can spend some time getting to know each other. I-If that's what you're looking for, of course." 

He laughs softly. "Sure," he says. "There's not really that much to me, though. I like power and straightforwardness and making people feel things. How about you?"

Hmph. Well that doesn't give her much to go on, to distract her from her constant sense of arousal. (If anything it might make things a little bit worse, knowing what he wants and that he takes it. But she is starting to catch her breath. This might be a little bit easier than she thought now that he's not constantly asserting his control over her. (Just, well, doing it occasionally, whenever he wants, continuing to put her into a bit of a lustful spiral, and watching amusedly. Nnnnf.))

"I'm, well," she manages, realizing that, being on the other side of this for the first time in her life, she has nothing to talk about. What do her pets normally do? Babble on incoherently about things she doesn't really care about, while she nods and pretends to care? Somehow, that doesn't seem like what he's after. But... but she'll do the best she can. "I, I also like power, and, and control." Like the kind you have over me, she doesn't say, and certainly doesn't press her legs together when she doesn't say it. She wants to, though. "I, I like it when I can make, other, people do what I want. Not nearly as, straightforward about it as you are, though." There, an almost sensible set of words and ideas. She smiles sweetly back at him, not quite sure what to say next, hoping he'll fill in the void with more conversation and give her more to distract her from her simmering pussy. 

"I noticed that," he says. "It was pretty annoying how you kept trying to lie to me. I like you much better now that you've figured out that's a bad idea. Or are you just too horny to keep a story straight anymore?"

Valerie feels a sharp stab of dismay and shame at having aggravated him before. She doesn't want to make him unhappy, now that she knows how strong he is and how right it is that he should be happy. And hopefully, that she can be a part of that. She'd love to be a part of that. And when he mentions how horny she is, she gives into temptation (a little bit, not enough to cum), and presses her legs together, closing her eyes and letting out a very soft moan, so no one else can see or hear. 

"I'm, never too horny to keep a story straight," she tells him, opening her eyes and making herself more presentable (like he told her too, before. Nnf). "I've... I'm pretty much always horny. Not usually, well, not ever this horny before. But." She closes her eyes and takes a breath to steady herself again. "But, I... I don't want to disappoint you, sir," she says, intentionally adding a bit of a seductive purr to her voice, at the end, looking up at him with her usual smirk and with a playful twinkle in her eye, teasingly, before letting the, the act fade back away. "I... I really don't. I've never had anything like this happen to me before. I don't want to disappoint you, I enjoy belonging to someone so, so strong and straightforward, I don't want this to end, and I really would like to be allowed to cum for you. Soon." She bites her lip at the thought, breathing to keep herself steady. 

He smirks slightly. "Oh, I'm definitely keeping you. As for letting you come... we'll see."

Her immediate elation at his pronouncement is quickly dashed by the revelation coming a second later. Wait, what? Fuck. "I, sir, but you said, that tonight, we'd, we'd..." she takes a moment to breathe. "Sir, you can do with me, as, as, as you'd like. But. But I thought you said, that, tonight, in my apartment, we would..." She tilts her head. She isn't entirely sure now. Maybe he hadn't actually promised. Just implied. Fuck. "I'm sorry sir. Maybe I misunderstood you. What, what did you say, earlier tonight. In the car. About coming back into my apartment?" 

"I said you should invite me up to your apartment to fuck you senseless."

Shit. That did sound pretty familiar. He might be lying to her about what he'd said before, to manipulate her, like she might (and totally would. And has) but he doesn't have any reason to. The fact that he doesn't have to lie to her, to manipulate her, just show her his strength and prove that he's better than her makes Valerie shift in her seat. That he can simply take her if she resists, and there's nothing she can do about it. Her usual blandishments and charms do nothing to him. Fuck, she's getting turned on again. She, she should change the topic. Think about something else. 

"Th-thank you for reminding me, sir. Um." Fuck, how do normal boring people talk? "How, how's about the weather?" she ventures, feeling immediately foolish, blushing bright crimson and shrinking in her seat a little. 

He laughs. "Oh, it's cute how much of a mess you are."

Valerie beams at the compliment (well, at pleasing him, at least, which gives her such a rush), and blushes a deeper red. (And presses her legs together, thinking about how she's a mess because he made her that way. He's just so strong and powerful, and knows it.) 

"I. Um. I'm glad you're enjoying it, sir." Ok, well, she still needs to think of something to talk about instead of staring at him and thinking about how incredible this feels. So she doesn't get stuck. Thinking about it. Again. Um. How about... "Is. Is there anything you want to talk about, sir? Or anything you'd like to ask me? About myself?" 

"Hmm." He smiles. "How true was all that shit you were saying about how your dad's fantastically rich and he'd do anything for you and he could buy and sell the whole school if he felt like it?"

Gulp. "I... not entirely. I, I can generally convince daddy to do what I want him to, but even he would balk at buying the whole school. I'm not sure even how he'd go about it, or if he'd have enough money. But he, he has bought entire restaurants for me before. So I could fire a stupid waitress who spilled champagne on me. Or that one annoying piece of trash that caught Johnny's eye for a moment. Or if I didn't just like the food." She grins wickedly. "Have you ever done anything like that before? It's such fun to show the little people how they should act around people like us." 

"Nope," he says. "I pretty much don't care about petty shit like that. Also I hate my parents. But I was originally hoping to use you for your money, so it's convenient that you can get your dad to buy things for you."