It's a Start

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Something rough and wet dragged across my cheek, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I groaned, swatting blindly at whatever was disturbing my rest. My hand connected with something soft and furry that made an indignant "mrrow!" before jumping off the bed with a thud.

I blinked awake, momentarily disoriented by unfamiliar surroundings—teal walls instead of my usual faded beige, travel posters instead of gaming memorabilia, and most notably, a warm body pressed against mine. The events of last night came flooding back, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

Claudia lay beside me, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, one arm thrown haphazardly over her face to block out the morning light filtering through her curtains. The patchwork quilt had slipped down, revealing her bare shoulder and the curve of her breast. She looked peaceful in sleep, her quick wit and sharp tongue temporarily quieted.

Chairman Meow sat on the dresser across the room, his tail swishing back and forth as he fixed me with an accusatory stare, clearly unhappy about being shooed away. I silently mouthed "sorry" to him before turning my attention back to Claudia.

I shifted closer, draping an arm around her waist. She mumbled something unintelligible but snuggled back against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. Her skin was warm and soft, and I breathed in the scent of her—a faint trace of perfume mixed with something uniquely her.

"Mmm," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "What time is it?"

"Early," I whispered, though I hadn't actually checked. "Your cat decided my face needed grooming."

Claudia chuckled, a low, sleepy sound that vibrated through her body and into mine. "Chairman Meow has boundary issues," she said, her eyes still closed. "He thinks he owns the place."

"Clearly he hasn't gotten the memo about who the real owner is around here," I joked.

She turned in my arms to face me, finally opening her eyes. They were warm and brown, slightly puffy from sleep, with traces of yesterday's mascara smudged beneath them. Her breath wasn't great, and her hair was a tangled mess, but somehow she still looked beautiful.

"Good morning," she said, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "So last night wasn't just an extremely vivid dream, right?"

"If it was, we're having the same one," I replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She stretched, catlike, before settling back against me. "I have to say, for a guy who supposedly owns all women, you're surprisingly cuddly. I expected more… I don't know, maniacal laughter and world domination planning."

"I save that for Tuesdays," I deadpanned. "Wednesdays and Thursdays are for cuddling."

Claudia laughed, then winced. "Ugh, my mouth tastes like something died in it." She ran a hand through her tangled hair. "And I probably look like I've been electrocuted."

"You look perfect," I said honestly.

"Liar," she replied with a snort. "But sweet of you to say." She poked me playfully in the chest. "You, on the other hand, snore like a chainsaw with asthma. Did you know that?"

I felt my face heat up. "I do not."

"Oh, you absolutely do," she insisted, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I thought a bear had broken in at one point. I was about to call animal control."

"Well, you talk in your sleep," I countered. "Something about flamingos stealing your spoons?"

"That was a private conversation between me and my subconscious," she said with mock indignation. "And for your information, those flamingos are recurring characters. They're very persistent thieves."

We both dissolved into laughter, and for a moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world—just two people, sharing a bed and morning breath, teasing each other about their human quirks.

"Okay, okay," Claudia said, shaking her head. "I need to pee, and we both need mouthwash," she said, stretching again before glancing at the clock on her nightstand. "Shit, it's later than I thought. I need to get ready for work."

She sat up, the sheet falling away to reveal her naked body. Even after last night, the sight of her still made my breath catch. She noticed me staring and smirked, striking an exaggerated pin-up pose before sliding out of bed.

"Wait," I said, suddenly remembering. "You don't actually have to go to work. I'm technically your boss now, remember?"

She paused, halfway to her closet. "That's true, isn't it? Weird." She tilted her head, considering. "So what, you want me to play hooker? Have Mrs. Beaumont pay me to spend all day in bed with you?

The idea was tempting—more than tempting. "I could," I agreed, enjoying her dirty pun. "I could command you to stay, and you'd have to."

She nodded, her expression growing more serious. "If you command me to stay, of course I'll stay," she said, and I could hear that slight shift in her tone that happened whenever my ownership was directly acknowledged. "But… I actually enjoy my work. And I'd feel bad about skipping, especially last minute. It would put my coworkers in a difficult situation."

She smiled wryly, adding, "It's already hard enough on some of the women there, working naked. Marie in pastry burned her thigh yesterday reaching over the counter."

I winced, feeling a pang of guilt. I hadn't really thought about the practical implications of my command for all attractive women at the restaurant to be naked. "Shit, I'm sorry. Should I cancel that rule?"

Claudia considered this, pulling a robe from her closet and slipping it on. "It's a fun one," she admitted with a small smile. "For you, anyway." She winked at me and tied the robe's belt around her waist. "But maybe at least have the girls working in the kitchen wear something practical for their station? Burns are no joke."

I winced at the mental image. "Yeah, that's… that's not good. Definitely not what I intended." I sat up, running a hand through my disheveled hair. "I'll change it today. Kitchen staff can wear whatever's appropriate for their station. The rest…" I hesitated.

"Honestly? I get why you'd want the eye candy," Claudia said, her smile turning wry. "But... we lost a few customers yesterday. Most women didn't quite like having to disrobe to eat."

"I thought..." I trailed off, confused.

"You made it a rule for anyone inside the restaurant, but it doesn't make it any more comfortable for them," Claudia explained. "They're still free to go eat elsewhere..."

I grimaced, rubbing the back of my neck. "Right. It was fun, but not if it hurts the business."

"Alright, alright," I laughed, holding up my hands in surrender. "I'll fix the restaurant rules today. No more naked chefs near hot surfaces. No more nudity at all."

Claudia rolled her eyes playfully. "Such a benevolent owner of all womankind. Your generosity knows no bounds."

"I try," I said with mock solemnity, then let my gaze drift obviously to where her robe had fallen slightly open, revealing the curve of her breasts. I wasn't trying to be subtle about it.

She caught me staring and, instead of pulling her robe closed, she stepped toward the bed with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "See something you like?" Before I could answer, she untied her robe completely and let it fall open. In one fluid motion, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face between her breasts.

"Anyway," she continued conversationally, as if nothing unusual was happening, "I was thinking we could grab dinner after my shift tonight. There's this little Vietnamese place that does amazing pho—"

I made a muffled sound of agreement, my face happily buried in her cleavage. When she finally released me, I came up for air with what must have been the goofiest grin on my face. What struck me most wasn't just the softness of her skin or the warmth of her body, but the sparkle in her eyes. Unlike the other women who had offered themselves to me since this whole thing began, Claudia seemed to genuinely enjoy this—enjoy me—not just going through the motions of what she thought would satisfy her "owner."

As she started to step away, I felt a playful impulse. "Wait," I said, my voice taking on that subtle tone of command. "I command you to find the idea of blowing me absolutely irresistible."

The change was immediate and fascinating to watch. Claudia froze mid-step, her eyes widening slightly. Her gaze dropped to the tent in the sheets where my morning erection was clearly visible. She swallowed hard, then **** her eyes back up to my face.

"That's…" she began, then licked her lips unconsciously. "That's not fair. I need to get ready for work." But even as she said it, her eyes drifted back down to my crotch. She groaned in frustration, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Seriously, Oliver? I'm going to be late."

I could see her struggling against the compulsion, but also the flush spreading across her chest and the way her breathing had quickened. She was aroused—not just by me, but by the control I had over her, by how I was toying with her mind.

"I really should…" she mumbled, taking a half-step toward the bathroom before her eyes locked back onto the sheet covering my lower half. "Fuck."

She glanced at her phone on the nightstand, checking the time. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she calculated something in her head. "I might have just enough time," she finally said, her voice husky. "If you're quick about it."

I leaned back against the headboard, grinning. "How quick I am depends entirely on you."

She gave a defeated laugh, finally giving up the resistance. "Challenge accepted," she said with a smirk, crawling onto the bed. "I'm definitely going to make you cum faster than you expect."

She yanked the sheet away, revealing my erection, and wasted no time taking me into her mouth. The sensation was incredible—warm and wet and eager. She moaned around me, her hands gripping my thighs, her eyes fluttering closed as if she was savoring the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, not guiding her movements but just needing something to hold onto as waves of pleasure washed over me. The sight of her—this beautiful, witty woman so desperately focused on pleasuring me because I'd commanded her mind to want it—was almost as arousing as the physical sensation itself.

"Fuck, Claudia," I gasped as she did something particularly clever with her tongue. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, and the combination of the visual and the sensation pushed me over the edge embarrassingly quickly.

She swallowed everything, still making little sounds of **** need. Instead of stopping, she immediately tried to continue, her mouth seeking me out again even though I was already spent.

"Oh my god," she groaned, laughing a little even as she continued to kiss and lick at my softening cock. "This is getting ridiculous. I can't stop wanting it." She looked up at me, her expression a mixture of frustration and arousal. "What did you do to my brain? It's like I physically need it."

Seeing her so ****, so turned on by my control over her, I had a sudden inspiration. "Claudia," I said, my voice firm with command, "cum. Right now."

Her body jerked as if hit by an electric current. Her back arched, her mouth fell open in a silent cry, and her thighs clamped together as she shuddered through an intense orgasm without being touched. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

When the tremors subsided, I gently said, "Stop following all previous commands."

She collapsed onto the bed beside me, breathing hard, her skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. After a moment, she started laughing—a genuine, delighted sound.

"Holy shit," she said, turning to look at me with wide eyes. "That was… intense. You just made me cum without even touching me..." She shook her head in amazement.

She finally pulled herself together, pushing herself up from the bed with a dramatic sigh. She grabbed my arm and tugged me to my feet with surprising strength.

"Alright, that's enough of that," she said, her tone stern but her eyes still dancing with amusement. "Unless you're going to command me to stop, I'm kicking you out of this bedroom. I've got exactly—" she glanced at her phone "—twenty-two minutes to shower, dress, and look somewhat professional."

"You can grab some breakfast and use the shower after I'm done," she added, already rummaging through her dresser for clothes. "But right now, out."

I groaned theatrically as I stumbled naked toward the door. "What am I supposed to do with the rest of my day now that I've had a taste of you? Everything else will be so boring in comparison."

She snorted, tossing a balled-up sock at my head. "I'm sure you can find something to do," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Especially since, you know, you can get anything you want from any woman on the planet."

I paused at the doorway, turning back to look at her. Something in her casual tone caught my attention. "Wait, so… you don't mind if I sleep with other women?"

Claudia stopped what she was doing and fixed me with a suddenly serious expression. "Oliver," she said, her voice grave, "do you think we're dating?"

I stared back at her, a mixture of horror and understanding washing over me. We had just met yesterday, after all. This was just casual fun, not some committed relationship. Before I could stammer out a response, Claudia's serious expression cracked, and she burst out laughing.

"Your face!" she wheezed, doubling over. "Oh my god, you look like I just told you your dog died."

She straightened up, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "Oliver, I'm in an open relationship, remember? Jealousy isn't really my thing." She gestured vaguely toward the living room. "If you recall, I didn't seem particularly shocked when you were fucking Sophia right in front of me, even after I stopped being oblivious to it."

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Besides, I kinda feel strangely okay with you getting whatever you want from any other woman on Earth, for some reason." She winked exaggeratedly. "Can't imagine why that might be."

I chuckled, but found myself pondering her words as I stood there. Where was this going? I liked Claudia—really liked her, in a way that went beyond the obvious physical attraction or the thrill of my new powers. But I didn't want to rush into anything. If the flame burned too strong too fast, we might both get burned. Better to let things develop naturally, see where they led.

"Now seriously, out," she said, giving me a playful shove. "I wasn't kidding about being late."

I finally exited the bedroom, pulling on my boxers that had somehow ended up in the hallway during last night's activities. I made my way toward the kitchen, thinking I might at least put on some coffee before Claudia finished getting ready.

Just as I reached the living room, the apartment door swung open. Sophia trudged in, still wearing her hospital scrubs, her short auburn hair disheveled and dark circles under her eyes. She looked absolutely exhausted, the kind of bone-deep weariness that comes from a long night shift dealing with other people's emergencies.

She gave a little gasp when she saw me, her eyes widening momentarily before her expression settled into resigned recognition.

"Oh," she said flatly. "You're still here." She dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her shoes. "Do you want to fuck me again?" The question came out sounding less like a seductive offer and more like someone asking if you wanted the last slice of pizza they were hoping to eat themselves, but were obligated to offer.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Claudia emerged from her bedroom wrapped in a towel, headed for the bathroom.

"Morning, Soph," she called cheerfully, then noticed the awkward tableau in the living room. "Oh good, you two are getting reacquainted," she said with a smirk.

Sophia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, we're having a real Hallmark moment."

"I should probably get going," I said, suddenly feeling like I was intruding on Sophia's much-needed rest time. "I'll grab something to eat on the way home."

Claudia nodded, crossing to where I stood. "Probably for the best. Text me later?" She rose on her tiptoes to kiss me goodbye, a quick but sweet gesture that felt surprisingly domestic given the circumstances.

Sophia sighed heavily as she watched us, her expression suggesting she was mentally calculating the likelihood of my becoming a regular fixture in their apartment. It wasn't outright hostility—just the mild annoyance of someone who valued her privacy and wasn't thrilled about sharing her space with yet another person. A person who could turn her into furniture with a single command...

"See you around, Sophia," I said, trying to be polite.

"Yep," she replied, already shuffling toward her bedroom. "Lucky me."

I gathered the rest of my clothes, said a final goodbye to Claudia, and headed out the door, stepping into the bright morning light.