Some post-nut guilt

He didn't even have time for tissues this go-around. Jason was lucky he didn't cum from his underwear rubbing when he pulled them down. A few strokes and the underside of his desk had a nice white coat of paint. It took him a while to come down from all of that, leaning back in his chair like he'd gone for a run, panting. Like a building tide, though, comes his more rational thoughts. Kaylee is his sweet protégé. Probably not sexually innocent, but not this. She's a phenomenal student, a hard worker, and a friend. But now? What had he done to her? Not only had he changed their relationship, but he had probably changed her core values fundamentally. Otherwise she'd never be the kind of person to do this.

The building tide finally hit him in a wave of guilt. Jason realizes what an incredible scumbag he'd have to be do have done this. He went about his life most of the time being kind to people. He'd never had problems having friends and worked hard to maintain relationships. Even in the business world he doesn't have any enemies. People like him and he likes to think that he genuinely is the good, kind person they all think he is. But the first thing he does when he gets a taste of real power without consequences? He goes after the people he cares about to turn them into his personal fetish. He had always been a fan of the quote, revised by Robert Caro, that power doesn't corrupt; it reveals. And he is realizing now what it reveals about him.

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And a little part of him doesn't mind. No, not some justifying sentiment. Those thoughts come too. "Oh, but Kaylee's having fun. Willow gets to flirt a little and feel sexy. No harm done, really. And if there is any I can just get rid of it or even turn everything back to how it was. Besides, it's not like I'm trying to hurt people, and I donate to charity more than enough to make up for this, if you really think about it." But he's used to dealing with rich, powerful people enough to spot this kind of bullshit justification. No, he doesn't care just a little bit because, in the back of his mind, a little voice is telling him that to be a little selfish and have a lot of fun. He has this power and there's no one and nothing that can stop him. He can let himself realize this moral corruption the way that so many men had in the past. The little voice tells him that the real issue is that he gives a fuck. He realizes that he can turn off his guilt. Not even with the power, he realizes that he has it within himself to choose not to care.

So his thoughts turn toward his youngest daughter, and what questions he's going to have for her tonight, around Willow's famous braised short ribs.