Chapter 12

- Oliver

Sonia had picked a wine bar for our first "date". Date... yeah, I was still trying to wrap my head around the situation. As I walked in, I couldn't help but feel like I was cheating on Claudia. Knowing she was the one who had encouraged this made it feel worse, not better.

The bar was dimly lit, with candles on each table creating intimate little pools of light in the otherwise dark space. A jazz trio was playing softly in the corner, and the conversation hum was low and mellow. It was the kind of place that felt deliberately atmospheric, like every element had been curated to evoke a specific mood. It felt far too sophisticated for a nerd like me. My hands were sweating in my jeans pockets as I approached the table where Sonia was already seated, her blue eyes catching mine with an intensity that made my stomach flutter.

She looked different tonight. Gone was the all-black ensemble she'd worn to the munch. Instead, she wore a deep burgundy sweater that clung to her curves in a way that made it hard not to stare, paired with dark jeans that hugged her hips. Her blond hair was loose around her shoulders, falling in soft waves that caught the candlelight. She looked relaxed, confident, and utterly out of my league.

Out of my league? I owned the damn girl! Nope, that thought didn't help at all. And yet, she'd agreed to this date, had chosen this place, and was now looking at me with a small, knowing smile that suggested she could read every insecurity I was hiding.

"Owner," she said, her voice smooth as she gestured to the empty seat opposite her. "Glad you made it."

I sat down, my movements feeling awkward as I tried to position myself in a way that seemed casual. "Hi... Huh, Oliver is fine," I said, stumbling over the words.

"Oliver, then," she replied, her smile deepening. I felt a weight leave my shoulders. Finally.

I looked around, trying to take in the details of the place to distract myself from how nervous I was. "Nice place," I commented. "I've never been here."

"I didn't think so," she said, and the teasing note in her voice made my cheeks heat up. "You don't seem like the wine bar type. More like a craft beer kind of guy."

I winced. "You got me there." I cleared my throat, trying to regain some footing. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind went blank. Why was this so hard?

Sonia raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting from amusement to something more analytical. "You seem nervous."

"No kidding," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. I sighed. "Sorry, I'm just really bad with that sort of thing."

"Dating?" She leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on the table, the candlelight flickering between us.

"Yes. No..." I shook my head, frustrated with myself. "The whole non-monogamous thing."

"Really?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "The owner of all women on Earth, and you're uncomfortable with the idea of dating more than one person?"

"It's complicated," I said, my voice low. I didn't think it was complicated, but then again I was the only one on this planet to see through the supernatural veil of my ownership.

Sonia crossed her arms on the table, her eyes studying me with an intensity that made me feel like I was being dissected. Finally, she tilted her head. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable," she said, her voice softening. She then smirked. "Or we can skip the dating part if what follows is easier for you."

I coughed, nearly choking on my own saliva.

She seemed even more puzzled, but the smile remained. "Or am I to assume you don't like playing with your toys? You did ask women to stop offering themselves to you by default, so..." She trailed off, raising an eyebrow. "Then again, you go to munches... I'm getting some mixed signals here, Oliver. Are you going to treat me like a toy or not?"

"It's complicated," I repeated, running a hand over my face.

"You're deflecting," she pointed out. "Why don't you share what's on your mind? I'm good at untangling knots."

I hesitated, then took a deep breath. What did I have to lose? She was already here. I might as well be honest, even if she couldn't understand where I was coming from. "The day I became the Owner, the whole world changed. I didn't. Everyone suddenly found it completely normal and natural. I didn't. My mind still operates on the basis that what's happening is completely and utterly crazy. And not just that, but ethically messed up."

I expected her mind to bounce off the words, to miss the point entirely. Instead, Sonia nodded thoughtfully, her gaze never leaving my face. "So, if you still perceive things like we did before that day, from your point of view, using your ownership feels wrong, even though you're well aware the women under it don't see it that way."

I froze, staring at her. Was she getting it? "Yes..."

"Do you want my opinion as the greatest philosopher of our time?"

I let out a short, surprised laugh. "Sure."

"Ethics are derived from the nature of reality. When reality changes, ethics follow. Humans dictate what's right and wrong based on the framework of what is. What is has changed." She leaned back in her chair, watching me with a calm, confident expression. "And every human on Earth, except you, agrees that the nature of reality is that you own women."

Just a fancier way of saying what I'd already been told a thousand times. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, my voice low but insistent. "If I freed you, right now, you'd change your mind about that, and you'd see how fucked up it is."

"Maybe I would," she conceded, her tone unbothered. "But you and I would be the only ones to see it that way."

"Are you saying the minority cannot be right about something?" I challenged her.

She smiled, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes, satisfaction at the mental sparring. "What I'm saying is that right or wrong are constructs. You want my opinion? There's no such thing as an absolute right or wrong. The universe doesn't care." She paused. "Or maybe it does? Reality quite literally shifted to hand you this power, after all."

"Great..." I muttered. "That's not helping."

She raised her hands in a placating gesture. "Alright, then. Everyone is entitled to have their own values and ideals. If you want to see the world the way it was before you became the Owner, then that's perfectly valid. If you want to live your life like it never happened, that's your choice."

"Thank you, that's—"

"But," she interrupted, raising a finger, "what I'm interested in is what it means for me, right now. You asked me to meet you, I agreed. Your ownership of me is the main reason I'm here. You invited me to your table, I accepted. You obviously have your own reasons for coming. I want to know what you intend to do with that."

I blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. "I thought we were untangling my knots."

"I offered to attempt that," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "But I didn't come here to be your therapist, Oliver. I came here to see if we can have some fun together."

I snorted. "And that fun involves my ownership."

"It does."

"And once again I'm reminded that women don't desire me for who I am, but because of what I can do to them."

It was her turn to snort. "Poor Owner, desired for what he can bring to the table," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Some are desired for their money. Some for their looks, or their fame, or status, or personality, or all of the above. Whatever makes them attractive to others."

"Alright," I conceded, groaning. "That's not the main issue. I want to indulge in that power, sure. I'd be happy to fuck any number of hot women. I've done it before. But now I have a polyamorous girlfriend I love more than anything and I'm scared of opening that door because it would mean opening it for her too and I'm afraid of losing her. There. Are we clear? Is that everything you needed?"

A waitress arrived at the table to take our orders, and I used the distraction to calm my racing heart. Sonia ordered a glass of red wine, and I asked for a beer, no longer feeling the need to impress her.

As the waitress left, Sonia leaned forward again, her expression shifting to something more serious. "What I need is to know if you want to play with me."

I hesitated, my throat tightening. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Then let's play," she said, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "You're in, or you're out. Keep your doubts to yourself. I don't need them."

"Okay." I took a deep breath, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly. "I'm in."

Her smile returned, slow and confident. "Good. So what's on the menu?"

"On the menu?" I echoed, confused.

"What are you into?" she asked, her voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "What do you want to do to me?"

I swallowed hard, my eyes dropping to her generous chest before I forced them back up to her face. She was smirking, amused by my reaction.

"Alright, I'll help you out," she said, clearly enjoying herself. "I love being talked down to. A bit of humiliation really gets me going. I'm submissive, but I need to be forced into it. I like losing control, being made to feel small and helpless, because the truth is, I'm usually not. I'm looking for men who can overpower me. Who better than my owner to do that?"

I stared at her, my mouth suddenly dry. She was laying it all out so casually, as if we were discussing the weather, while people chatted and laughed around us. I was rock hard, and the blood flowing out of my brain was definitely smoothing over the anxiety I'd been feeling.

"That sounds like fun..." I managed, trying to keep my voice steady. "I can do all of that. I can twist your mind to turn you into whatever I want."

"Good." She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine. "I heard you could do that. I find it fascinating. Power over the body is one thing, but power over the mind..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "I spent my life studying the limits of human free will. And you can just erase it with a word. I'd like to order some of that, please."

"Alright," I said, a grin tugging at my lips as I felt the last of my reservations melt away.

"Now." She set her glass down, her fingers tapping lightly against the stem. "Here."

I raised an eyebrow. "Here? Now?"

"Why not?" she challenged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Why not indeed. No one would bat an eye. At worst, people would complain if we made too much noise or got in the way. I looked around the bar, noting the couple next to us, deep in their own conversation, and the group of friends laughing a few tables away.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked, leaning forward slightly.

"You can stop asking and start commanding," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I'm curious to see what it feels like to have my mind... adjusted."

"Just like that?" I asked, a little taken aback by how direct she was being.

"Why waste time? We're both adults. We're both looking for something that clicks," she replied, her hand resting on the table between us. "You don't know me. We never interacted before. You didn't fall for my incredible personality. You saw me at the munch and found me hot. I saw you at the munch and thought about how hot it would be to be mindfucked by my owner. Let's stop pretending this is about anything other than physical and mental attraction and fun at this point. I'm too old for meaningless chit-chat. You're clearly not good at it. anyway."

I studied her for a moment, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across her face. "Lose control of your body," I commanded softly. "Have it act normal, all of it, but like you're on auto-pilot, watching from the backseat."

Nothing seemed to happen. Sonia's expression remained the same, her breathing steady.

"Did it work?" I asked, curiosity creeping into my voice.

"Oh it worked," she said with a smirk, her eyes widening slightly. "I just tried to lift my arm and I couldn't. I'm talking to you right now, explaining how it feels, but I'm not even consciously deciding to. It's like watching someone else control my mouth and describing what's happening to me." She chuckled. "Okay that's very weird and very hot. I still have no control over what I'm saying right now, by the way. I guess that's just what I'd normally say in that situation."

I could see the hint of her true self in the way her eyes flickered with excitement, but her body remained perfectly composed, her posture relaxed as she took another sip of wine.

"I thought you'd like that one," I said, grinning. "Now, let's make this more interesting. Have your body follow any suggestion I give you and act like it's perfectly normal no matter what."

"Okay," she replied. Her face didn't betray any hesitation, but I could see the anticipation in her eyes.

"You should get your tits out," I said, my voice casual, as if I'd just suggested she pass the salt.

Without missing a beat, Sonia's hand moved to her sweater, pulling it over her head and setting it neatly on the table. Her bra followed, leaving her breasts exposed. They were magnificent, large and full with dark nipples that were already hardening in the cool air of the bar.

"Well, it is pretty hot in here," she said calmly, taking another sip of her wine as if nothing had changed. The look in her eyes, though, was pure fire.

A few curious glances were thrown our way, but no one seemed particularly bothered. I'd been recognized as soon as I entered, so our little display was obviously not worth a comment.

"Let's make it hotter. You should come here so I can see how my new slutty toy feels," I said, leaning back in my chair.

Sonia stood and walked around the table, her bare breasts bouncing slightly with each step. She stopped in front of me, her expression neutral despite her chest heaving with excitement. I guess there was only so much her mind could control for me. I had not altered her emotions.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer so she stood between my legs, and reached up to cup her tits, my own heart pounding in my chest. Her skin was warm and soft, the weight of her breasts filling my hands perfectly. She didn't say a word, just stood there, allowing me to explore her body while her eyes watched me with an intensity that made my cock strain against my jeans.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. "Being powerless while someone takes what they want from you."

Her breathing quickened, but her voice remained steady as she replied. "I do. That's what I was looking for."

"And what's going on inside that cute head of yours, right now?" I asked, giving her nipple a light pinch.

"I feel like moaning and begging," she said like she was answering a survey. "But my mouth won't cooperate, and it's driving me wild."

"Why don't you get on your knees and show me what that mouth can do for me."

Sonia dropped to her knees gracefully, her hands immediately finding my hips. She still looked like she was performing a routine task, her expression calm and composed. I could only imagine the torrent of thoughts and desires her body was holding back while her mind was forced to watch.

I undid my belt and zipper, watching her pull my cock out with that same detached efficiency. She took me into her mouth without hesitation, her lips wrapping around me, her tongue swirling around the head. She definitely knew how to give head. I groaned, my fingers threading through her hair as she worked, her eyes still locked on mine.

Around us, the bar continued its low hum of conversation. The jazz trio played on, the soft notes blending with the wet sounds of Sonia's mouth on my cock. I could feel the heat rising in my core, the sight of her, so composed while servicing me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Cum when I do," I whispered, my grip tightening in her hair. "But find yourself unable to show it, no matter what."

She kept her rhythm, her eyes still on mine, her hands gripping my thighs. I could feel the pressure building, my hips thrusting up slightly as the pleasure intensified. The contrast between her calm exterior and the raw pleasure I was feeling was intoxicating.

When I finally came, she swallowed without hesitation, her lips tightening around me as she took everything I had to give. No hint of a reaction on her face, except maybe the slight flush of her cheeks. I released her hair, leaning back in my chair, breathing heavily.

"Go back to normal," I said, my voice hoarse.

Sonia's entire body shuddered as control returned to her. She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and she licked her lips, still tasting me. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Holy shit!"

A couple of old ladies a few tables away glanced at us, shaking their heads, clearly bothered by Sonia's swearing. I laughed, tucking myself back into my jeans.

"I take it you liked that?" I asked, smirking as she stood on shaky legs, still topless.

"That was..." she trailed off, shaking her head again. "I don't even have words." She grabbed her sweater from the table and pulled it over her head, her eyes still dazed. "Wow..." She sat back down, reaching for her wine glass and taking a long drink. "That was intense. I couldn't do a thing. It was like someone else was using my body, and I was just... along for the ride."

I grinned, feeling a surge of pride. "Glad you enjoyed it."

She looked at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I want more."

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