Executive Order

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I sat on my couch next to Claudia, both of us staring at my phone like it was some kind of bomb about to go off. Claudia was perched on the edge of the couch, her olive skin covered with a slight sheen of nervous sweat, biting her lower lip—that thing she did when she was anxious but trying not to show it.

"What if she doesn't call?" I asked, drumming my fingers on my thigh. "What if the president is too busy running the country to talk to some random guy who happens to own all women?"

Claudia shot me a look, her eyebrows raised. "Oliver, you literally own her. She's the president, but you're her owner. Trust me, she'll call." She reached over and squeezed my hand. "Besides, Mrs. Harrington seemed pretty confident when she said she'd pass along the message. Rich people have connections, you know."

Just as I opened my mouth to voice another doubt, my phone lit up, vibrating against the coffee table with an incoming call. The screen displayed "No Caller ID." Claudia and I exchanged a wide-eyed look, and I felt my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Answer it!" Claudia hissed, giving me a little shove.

With trembling fingers, I reached for the phone and put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Is this Oliver Moore?" The voice was unmistakable—the same voice I'd heard countless times on TV and radio addresses, with that distinctive cadence that somehow managed to sound both authoritative and approachable at the same time.

"Yes, Madam President," I replied, my voice cracking slightly. "That's me."

"Well, Mr. Moore," President Thomas said with a light chuckle that didn't quite mask the tension in her voice, "I must say this is quite possibly the strangest way I've ever been summoned in my political career—and that's saying something. But I suppose it's only fair that I take a few minutes from my schedule for the man who, ah, owns me." There was a brief pause. "I hope you don't mind my asking directly—are you calling because you'd like to have sex with the President of the United States? Or perhaps you're planning to meddle with national policy? Or both?" Her tone was amused but with an undercurrent of seriousness that was impossible to miss. Despite her politician's composure, Claudia and I exchanged glances, both recognizing that she wasn't actually rejecting either possibility. I had, after all, that power over her.

"No, Madam President, nothing like that," I said quickly, and I could practically hear her sigh of relief through the phone. "I need your help with something important—something that affects every woman on Earth. I need to deliver a message to all women as efficiently as possible, and I figured the president might have the resources to make that happen."

"I see," she said, her voice shifting into a more businesslike tone. "Well, that's certainly… unusual. I suppose I could look into setting up some kind of emergency broadcast on top of an official announcement, but there are protocols, clearances needed. Not to mention questions about the content of this message. The White House communications team would need to review it, and frankly, I'm not sure I can justify using presidential emergency powers for a personal message, even from… well, you."

I felt a rush of satisfaction as I realized I had the perfect solution to her hesitation. "Madam President, I command you to do everything in your power to help me deliver the message of my choice to as many women as possible, as efficiently as possible."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. When President Thomas spoke again, her tone had shifted subtly. "Well, when you put it that way, Mr. Moore, I can't exactly say no, can I?" She gave a small laugh that sounded both resigned and slightly amused. "I think the best course of action would be for you to come to the White House so we can discuss this in person and figure out the most effective approach. I'll have to postpone a few things—my call with Putin about the war in Ukraine will have to wait, I'm afraid. But I suppose the owner of all women takes precedence over international diplomacy when he commands it."

"I'd like my girlfriend to come with me," I said, glancing at Claudia, who was staring at the phone with wide eyes.

"Of course, Mr. Moore," the President replied smoothly. "I'll send a car for both of you right away. My staff will contact you with the details shortly. We'll be expecting you."

The call ended with a soft beep, leaving Claudia and me staring at each other in stunned silence. The reality of what had just happened hit us both at once—the President of the United States had not only called me personally but had instantly obeyed my command without question.

"Holy shit," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "That actually worked."

Claudia's eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted. "You just… commanded the most powerful woman in the world. And she just… agreed." She shook her head in disbelief. "Like it was nothing. Like postponing a call with Putin about an actual war was just a minor inconvenience."

We stared at each other for another moment before Claudia suddenly lunged forward, grabbing my face between her hands and crushing her lips against mine. The kiss was urgent, almost ****, her tongue immediately seeking mine as she pressed her body against me. When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was ragged.

"That was so fucking hot," she admitted, her voice husky. "Hearing you just take control like that…"

I couldn't help but grin. "Oh? So you get turned on when I command the leader of the free world, huh?"

She gave me a gentle slap on the shoulder, her expression suddenly serious despite the desire still evident in her eyes. "It's still wrong, Oliver. Even if it was necessary."

"I know," I agreed, pulling her closer. "But it was for a good cause. Well, two good causes—the freedom of all women, and…" I gave her a suggestive look, "turning you on."

Claudia rolled her eyes, but then pushed me back against the couch with surprising ****, straddling my lap and grinding herself against me. I could feel the heat of her through our clothes as she leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Any idea how long we have before whoever the president is sending comes to pick us up?" she asked, her breath hot against my skin.

I ran my hands up her thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. "No idea. But considering the command I just gave her, I doubt it'll take long."

A mischievous smirk spread across Claudia's face as she pulled back to look at me. "Then we better make it quick." Before I could respond, she was already pulling her sweater over her head, revealing her black lace bra underneath. She made quick work of my pants, unzipping them and pushing them down just enough to free me before she positioned herself above me.

She was already wet—so wet that when she sank down onto me, there was almost no resistance, just the incredible sensation of her warmth enveloping me. I groaned, my hands instinctively gripping her hips as she began to move.

Claudia rode me with an intensity that left me breathless, her body arching and twisting in ways that drove me wild. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her teeth caught her lower lip, and the sight of her—eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, breasts bouncing with each movement—pushed me rapidly toward the edge. I accidentally slipped out of her just as I was about to climax, the last bit of friction against her inner thighs pushing me over, my cum spurting onto my bare stomach. I grunted, my vision going fuzzy at the edges as my orgasm washed over me.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I realized Claudia hadn't finished. She collapsed against me, her breathing heavy but her body still tense. We stayed like that for a moment, my arms wrapped around her, before she pulled back with a slightly surprised expression.

"That was… quick," I said, feeling a twinge of embarrassment and wiping my mess with a discarded shirt.

She laughed softly, pressing a kiss to my jaw. "We were in a hurry."

"I guess it was easier when I could just command you to cum," I joked, then immediately regretted it when I saw her expression. "Sorry, that was—"

"A bit insensitive?" she finished for me, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," I admitted. "But we can adjust." I gently moved her off my lap and onto the couch before kneeling between her legs. "We still have a few minutes, right?"

Her eyes widened as I pushed her skirt up around her waist and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear. "Oliver, you don't have to—"

"I want to," I insisted, looking at her, taking in the sight of her flushed face and parted lips.

I lowered my head between her thighs, my tongue finding her center with practiced familiarity. Claudia gasped, her hands immediately tangling in my hair as her hips lifted off the couch. I took my time, savoring her taste and the sounds she made as I worked. When she finally came, it was with a series of shuddering gasps, her thighs trembling against my cheeks as her back arched off the couch.