Obviously, you accept her offer

You sat alone in your car for a while, not really caring about your own class schedule for once. You's always been a good student. Well, good enough. Good attendance without ever caring to go for perfect or any such nonsense, and good grades if not quite straight A's. If you applied yourself, school would have been trivial, but that's precisely why you never really put too much effort into it.

But you did know what that effort would look like, and you could "****" Megan to excel in school if she really was prepared to do as you said. And keeping her from getting pregnant shouldn't be too harsh right? As for her dad's friends... well, you really didn't know what to do about that, but you'd figure it out.

It was all a small price for the total, obedient submission of the little wildcat. You made the decision with your dick as much as your head. Maybe more, if you were being honest.

You would take ownership of Megan.

Specifics would need to be decided, like what sort of rules you would expect of her, general expectations, any personal desires or limitations Megan might have. You would need to have a proper conversation with her... or you could just decide without her, if you wanted to be a tyrant about it.

Some part of you enjoyed the idea of taking her offered submission and abusing it, but the much larger part of you was sold on the idea of using the power to genuinely help her. The girl seemed really ****. It appealed to a deep, powerful desire inside you. To shelter, protect, and provide.

The girl has been in tears. She was a mess. She needed help. Taking her fragile life in your hands and molding her into something you could both be proud of... what could be better than that? Getting access to her body for sexual gratification would just be a bonus, and was one that you would certainly take advantage of. There were still a number of things you'd been unable to get Allison to do with you, like chastity or orgasm denial. The girl's libido was so high she said she would go crazy if she wasn't allowed to get off when she needed to.

You stepped out of the car and fixed your clothing, glad that no one was around to see. There was a chance that someone would have noticed one or the other of you and a rumor would spread anyway. There were always rumors. But none of them would likely know the whole truth. I less you wanted them to. Who knows, maybe there were other girls eager for a firm hand, too. Maybe letting rumors spread would actually help you.

With a laugh, you pulled out your phone to send your first official instructions to Megan.