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A Serg makes an ill-advised deal for power
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It's so weird how sweet he is. He'd try and bring her back to life! 

"Those are... benefits," she says slowly. "And it would probably be good to mention them, next time you do this. But I don't think that's nearly enough for me to want to go for it, without already being your slave like this. But it would probably help." 

They're running somewhat low on time. She quickly scribbles down her schedule on a sheet of notebook paper, along with her number and address and any other relevant information she can quickly think of, and gives it to her Master.

"Alright, that's all I can think of, Master," she tells him. 

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"Okay."

He kisses her forehead, puts her to sleep, brings her to the front—it hasn't actually been much more than ten minutes, not bad—gets everything set up exactly how it was, and—hmm, how freely can he edit her memory and still have the changes persist after she leaves? Maybe best not to risk too many wild experiments, but—he has her dream very vividly about the trombone sliding out of her lap as he starts driving, and in compressed dream-time it takes her a minute or two to get it settled, while in reality he's already headed for the address she gave him. (Her dream self feels kind of drowsily tired and isn't paying super close attention to anything, because he's not sure how successfully he can invent real-seeming dream events.) Dream Sean also drives a little slower than the real thing, and gets stuck at a red light for a bit where the real version breezes through a green, and all in all he thinks he's successfully covered the ten-minute gap by the time they arrive and he wakes her up for real.

"Do you want my number in case this happens again?" he offers. "I spend enough time driving this thing in circles just for the hell of it, I might as well have something productive to use it for once in a while."

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He's been pretty helpful, Irene supposes. And didn't try to grope her once. Even while she was kinda sleepy. Still, he could just be waiting for her to let her guard down. But in case she ever gets in real trouble, there isn't too much harm in a boy who probably wants to get into her pants having her number? She can handle one boy, if he starts to get hands, or worse. 

"Alright," she says, taking out her phone. "Let's hear it. This isn't a promise to call you ever, you realize. This is just me putting an emergency number of a sort in my phone. Nothing more. If I never call you this is a good thing, not a bad one. And I'll probably never call you." 

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He shrugs agreeably and tells her his number.

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Irene enters it into her phone, then puts it in her pocket. She lugs her music case out of the car, and her with it. She feels a little dizzy when she gets out of the car, and tries to shake the cobwebs loose. She feels really pretty tired. And weird. But probably tired. 

"Thanks for the help," she tells him. "Sorry for assuming the worst about you, but you know how it is. You probably didn't deserve that. Thanks again." She turns and starts heading off, turning around occasionally to make sure he actually drives off before she goes inside. She'll text Madison once she knows she's safe. She probably is by now, but just in case. 

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He has to cover a wince when she gets out of the car and the mindreading suddenly cuts off. It hurts to lose that when he didn't want to. But he manages a genuine smile immediately afterward.

"Honestly it's fine, it's not like you have any reason to think better of me. Take care!"

And off he goes. If he's a little wistful about it, well, it's not like she can see his face as he drives away.

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She can't. 

She goes inside, and texts Madison that she's fine, and then decides she probably needs a nap. She feels way more tired than she should -- lugging that thing around is exhausting -- but a little bit of rest will take care of it, most likely. She'll make herself some food later. 

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Man, it feels bad to own someone and then let her go. He should probably keep experimenting but it really, really just does not feel good at all.

Well. He can go home to Valerie and fuck her and then fall asleep with her in his arms and he'll feel much better.

He texts her to let her know he's on his way to her apartment.

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Valerie is actually already on her way back to her apartment herself, wanting to make sure she's ready and looking extra pretty for Sean this time. She really does want to see what will please him.

She's also mulling over how happy everyone was for being treated to a meal like that. It really felt surprisingly good when they thanked her. It certainly wasn't something she was going to do for them all the time (even if the money was a drop in the bucket for Valerie, there's no way people like that could be worth that much to her). But she might do it again. And it certainly did help them become more loyal minions.

Valerie moans gently when she hears Sean text her, and checks her phone, and moans a little more. She can't wait to see real power in action tonight. It's always so fucking hot when Sean just does whatever he wants to her, and she has no choice but to follow and obey. Valerie quickly texts back to say she'll be home in a few minutes, ready with his keys, then slides one hand to touch herself, gently, dreaming of what he might do with her when he sees her all splayed out and ready like that. Fuck she can't wait. 

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Aww, is she growing as a person? That's adorable. Maybe finding out that it's possible for people to want things other than the exact things she personally wants has broadened her horizons a little.

He texts her a heart, and makes sure he gets there ten minutes after she does this time.

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The heart makes her sigh and grin, remembering being held. She's been having so many weird feelings ever since she met Sean. Ever since Sean made her his. And while it has been very strange and unfamiliar, it has on the whole been a good experience. 

She makes sure to get into the pretty lingerie, which is dark red and lacy and see-through and skimpy and shows off all her curves. (She laughs to herself in memory of the dumb fool who bought it for her just before she broke up with him. Idiot thought he was ever going to do more than see her in it, it felt so good to watch his face fall after he paid.) And she splays herself out, as sexy as possible on the bed, just like she was intending to yesterday, slips her fingers under the waistband of the panties, and starts to touch herself. Getting herself aroused by how strong Sean is. How powerful he is. How devoted she is to him. And what he's made her do. How he simply takes what he wants from her. How he controls her. How it feels to see someone with such raw power do whatever he wants. Just like he should. Just like he deserves. And soon he's going to come home and demonstrate his control over her. Nnf. 

 

The doorman recognizes Sean from yesterday, and simply waves him up. Valerie made sure to leave the door unlocked, so he can enter at any time. 

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He comes in and locks the door behind him so they won't be interrupted, and takes off all his clothes and heads directly for the bedroom.

 

When he reaches the room, he pauses for a moment in the doorway to just look at her. She's pretty and she's his and she's touching herself thinking about him taking what he wants from her and—

He pounces. And yanks those pretty panties off her and holds her down and fucks her hard.

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Valerie gives him a sultry look when he enters the room, just to add to the appeal. He looks so amazing, looking at his possession, standing in the doorway all strong and powerful like that, ready to take her and use her and—

And then he does. He tears off her panties and pushes her legs apart with his strength and holds her down so she can't get out even if she wanted to (and she really, really doesn't, but she struggles, just a little, to prove to them both she can't escape, grinning wickedly at him). And then he's fucking her and taking from her and his cock inside her feels incredible and she rolls her head back and moans, taking a few seconds to enjoy the sensation, before realizing she should join in too. She runs her hands up and down his body, kissing his muscles again and again as he fucks her, feeling his strength, his dominance, his control, his ownership. She's his. She's his and she loves it. She finds herself saying his name over and over again, telling him that she belongs to him, in different ways, which certainly makes her hotter, and probably makes him enjoy this as well. She loves being his. 

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Most of the marks he left on her during their first night together are still very visible, but he bites her shoulder again anyway, because she's his and it's good and she should never spend a second without his claim showing on her body.

It's over pretty fast; he's not trying to draw it out. He comes inside her with a soft growl of "mine" and stretches out on the bed and pulls her close to hold her.

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It still hurts when he bites her, it hurts a lot, but he wants to do this, and so he will, and there's nothing she can do about it. And that makes it hot, even through the pain. 

Valerie is a little sad that it's over so quickly, but well, he wanted her, and he took her. And that's all that matters. She could always find someone else to take her frustrations out on, if she wanted to, since Sean is so kind enough to allow her this freedom. 

She whispers "yours, sir" back, when he tells her she's his, and it feels so very good to submit to him, to be so utterly controlled like this. And then he's holding her again, and she feels so lovely and warm and safe, and pulls closer to him and holds him back, feeling safe and content and warm and good, letting him hold her how he wants to. It always feels so very nice to be held like this. She's so glad she belongs to Sean. 

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It really is the perfect way to fall asleep.

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Valerie smiles, content to be held, happy to have made him, well, relaxed and happy enough to fall asleep like this. And, feeling warm and content and safe in his arms (and not wanting to try and wriggle out of his arms, for sure!), she soon follows suit, falling asleep as well.

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In the morning, he wakes up, and spends a few minutes just happily snuggling her before he pulls her head down for his morning blowjob.

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She's still rather asleep while being snuggled, it's not until the blowjob starts that she is alert enough to understand what's going on. Once she does, though, she's more than happy to start giving him the pleasure he desires and deserves, sucking and licking and swallowing his cock, using what she's learned about what he enjoys to ramp up his pleasure higher and higher until he wants to cum inside her once more. It's such an arousing way to spend her mornings. She's glad this is becoming a routine. 

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After he finishes, he gathers her into his arms to snuggle her again, and this time he's awake enough to want to play with her a little. He runs his hands over her body, strokes her inner thighs, slips his fingers inside her, touches her and teases her and listens to her thoughts.

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Valerie drinks down his cum happily, and is even happier to be pulled into his strong safe arms once more. 

And then he's teasing her and toying with her and she giggles with delight, moaning in pleasure as he plays with her body. His plaything. His possession. His body to enjoy any way he wishes, whenever he wishes. She moans with pleasure whenever he slips his fingers inside her, rocking her hips into them, fucking his fingers, pressing her clit into them whenever she can. She can tell he just wants to play with his toy, so she simply lays there, squirming and moaning at his touch, snuggling closer when she gets the chance, moving her body so he can easily access any part of her he wants to, being a lovely and pretty toy for him to use and play with however he desires. She's his toy to play with. His. Sean's. 

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He smiles, and kisses her, and touches her some more. It's lovely how responsive she is, how turned on she gets when he uses her however he pleases. It's fun to make her feel things, and to turn her on and tease her and pleasure her and make her squirm.

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After a little bit of this, Valerie is starting to get really turned on. She's really fucking his fingers whenever she can. And her soft and happy moans are starting to turn into something significantly more needy. And desperate. It feels so very good to be teased and used like this. And it's so hot to be dominated like this. And it would be very nice to be able to cum like this, too... if he would let her. She isn't going to ask quite yet, though, she wants to draw it out and suspects Sean does too -- but she does very much want to cum right now. And the thought of having to ask for permission soon, because he owns her, well, that's just makes it hotter. She bucks against his fingers once more, squirming with need. 

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It's so good how she squirms when she's desperate like that. He finds himself fantasizing about a future where he owns hundreds of slaves, and he can get her all hot and ready like this and then tie her up and have her gangbanged, and use his magic to make sure she doesn't come, until she's too desperate to think straight and all she can do is beg and cry, and then he can fuck her, and finally let her come with his cock inside her... mmmmmmm.

But right now he only has one slave, and setting up something like that would be really logistically difficult, and instead he has to content himself with teasing her using just his own hands.

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Valerie is very very horny at the moment. His control and power and dominance and... and... everything feel hot and she's sticky and wet and needy and his fingers feel so good right there and she would very much like to cum right now and she whines when he takes the fingers away and moves on to another part of her body and she squeezes close to him and breathes desperately and begs, "please, please let me cum sir, please, this feels so good to be owned like this, please let me cum, it will feel so good, sir, please." 

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