Oliver Moore, The Nerd Who Would Be King (Book 2)

When Oliver accidentally makes Renee co-owner of all women on Earth, he quickly loses control of the power he thought he'd never need again.

This is the continuation of the main story. If you haven't yet read the main branch, I highly recommend you do before starting this second episode in the adventures of Oliver Moore.

Chapter 1

- Oliver

I was drowning in flesh and moans, surrounded by writhing bodies that seemed to blur together in the haze of sleep. Naked women pressed against me from all sides, their lips forming the same word over and over as they took turns worshiping my cock.

"Owner… owner… owner…"

The chorus of voices melted together, fragmenting like a broken record. Soft lips, wet tongues, eager hands. Someone's mouth engulfed me completely while another pair of lips kissed along my thighs. The dream shifted and stuttered, faces morphing into one another, blonde hair becoming brunette becoming red.

"Owner…"

The word echoed through my skull as pleasure built in waves. I could feel myself getting close, the dream growing more intense, more real. Too real. My hips were moving, thrusting upward into wet heat that felt far too tangible for a dream. Something warm and wet was enveloping me, rhythmic, insistent. My eyes fluttered open to our bedroom, still mostly empty except for our bed and a few boxes stacked against the wall. Morning light filtered through cheap blinds we hadn't gotten around to replacing yet. The apartment wasn't much, just a one-bedroom in a decent neighborhood, but it was ours. For once, I hadn't let my father throw money at my life. Alright, alright, he was technically my investor now, but I drew a salary from Lost Time Studio. A small one, but mine, because it was my doing, my studio, my project.

Movement caught my eye. Claudia knelt between my legs, her usually expressive face completely blank, eyes glazed over like a doll's. She wore her favorite oversized sleep shirt, the one with the faded band logo, and nothing else. Her dark hair fell messily around her shoulders as she worked my cock with mechanical precision, no emotion on her face despite the enthusiasm of her movements.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hips lifting involuntarily. My hand moved to push her away, confusion flooding through me, but then memory clicked into place. Oh... Right...

From his perch on a stack of boxes, Chairman Meow watched Claudia with what I could only describe as feline bewilderment. The fat grey cat had seen this yesterday too, and while he'd initially meowed in concern, he now just observed with the resigned acceptance of a cat who'd seen his owner do far stranger things since meeting me.

I let myself sink back into the pillow, watching Claudia's blank expression as she took me deeper. The contrast was intoxicating, her empty stare paired with the skilled movement of her tongue, the perfect suction, the way she knew exactly what I liked even in this mindless state. My hand found her hair, not guiding, just holding, feeling the silky strands between my fingers.

"Jesus, Claudia," I breathed, feeling the pressure build. She didn't react to my voice, just maintained that perfect rhythm, those glazed eyes staring at nothing while her mouth worked magic.

I could feel myself getting close, that familiar tension building. Claudia must have sensed it somehow. Even in this state, she knew my body so well. She doubled her efforts, taking me to the back of her throat with a dedication that would have made me feel guilty if I didn't know how much she enjoyed having her mind fucked with.

"I'm gonna—" I warned uselessly. Mindless Claudia didn't need warnings.

I came hard, spurting into her mouth with a groan that probably woke the neighbors. She held perfectly still, lips sealed around me, not swallowing yet. Her glazed eyes remained fixed on some point beyond my left shoulder.

Then, with her mouth still completely full, she spoke in a flat monotone: "Iff eight firty."

I blinked, still coming down from my orgasm.

She pulled back slightly, careful not to spill, and then, started making alarm clock noises with my cum still pooling in her mouth. "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!"

The sounds were muffled and wet, her cheeks puffed out as she tried her best to mimic an electronic alarm. It was simultaneously the most ridiculous and weirdly hot thing I'd ever witnessed.

Suddenly her eyes snapped back into focus. She blinked rapidly, becoming aware of her situation, kneeling between my legs with a mouth full of cum, mid-BEEP. She made a startled noise that sounded like "MMPH!" and started coughing, trying not to spill.

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.

Claudia glared at me as best she could while dealing with her predicament. She held up one finger in a 'wait a minute' gesture, then carefully swallowed, making a face.

"You absolute ass," she finally said, but her voice was breathy and I could see her nipples poking through the soft fabric of her shirt. "I was having such a nice dream about a cruise in Tahiti and then suddenly I'm—" She gestured vaguely at my crotch.

"No flamingos this time?" I teased, still feeling the warmth of the afterglow.

Claudia sighed, exasperated, or acting it. "I still think this is your stupidest idea yet."

I stretched lazily, grinning at her flushed face. "Stupidest? I think it's brilliant. A blowjob alarm clock? That's innovation." I swung my legs out of bed, noting how her eyes tracked the movement of my naked body. "Besides, it's fascinating how your programming has you wake up at exactly eight-thirty. Down to the second. That's got to be scepter magic because I don't think circadian rhythms are that precise."

Claudia stood, pulling her sleep shirt down and heading toward the bathroom. "Magic or not, it's fucked up," she said, but her tone was playful, and I could see the way her thighs pressed together as she walked.

I followed, both of us doing that couple's dance of who gets the shower first. She was closer to the door, but I was faster. We collided in the doorway, laughing and pushing.

"Freeze," I commanded.

There was a moment, just a heartbeat, where I saw her consider disobeying. Then her body locked in place, mid-step, one hand on the doorframe. Only her eyes moved, tracking me with frustration.

"You know," I said conversationally, circling her frozen form, "you're free to refuse any command you don't like. Yet here we are, two days in a row, and you keep obeying the alarm clock thing." I leaned in close, my breath on her neck. "And you just froze when I told you to."

Her eyes rolled expressively, the only movement she could make.

I kissed her neck slowly, feeling her pulse race under my lips. Moving to her ear, I whispered, "I think you like it."

Stepping back, I caught her gaze and, maintaining eye contact, slowly licked the tip of her nose. Her eyes followed the movement, pupils dilated.

"Be able to speak," I instructed.

"You're such a weirdo," she said immediately, but her voice was breathy. "Who licks someone's nose?" Despite her words, her smirk gave her away. "But yeah, okay, I like it. Happy? Now, since I took care of you with my mouth, maybe you could return the favor?"

I glanced at the clock on my phone. "Sorry Toy, I've got to be at the studio in forty minutes." I stepped past her frozen form toward the bathroom.

"Oliver! You can't just leave me like this!" Her voice rose in frustration. "You can't use your commands to steal the shower! That's cheating! I'm late already!"

I paused in the bathroom doorway, looking back at her still-frozen form with a wicked grin. "Cum," I commanded clearly.

The effect was almost immediate. Clearly, this wasn't a command she wanted to miss. A loud moan tore from her throat, her whole body shuddering despite being locked in place. I could see her legs trembling, her eyes rolling back, the orgasm hitting her hard while she remained frozen in that awkward position.

"You absolute asshole!" she gasped when she could speak again, still stuck in place while I turned on the shower. "You're really just going to leave me frozen and go shower?"

The water was already warming up as I stepped under the spray, leaving the door open so she could still see me. "Love you too, Toy," I called out cheerfully, already reaching for the shampoo.

The hot water felt incredible against my skin, and knowing Claudia was frozen just outside the door, waiting for me, made it even better. I took my time with the shampoo, working it into a thick lather while I could hear her occasional frustrated sighs from the bedroom.

"Oliver, seriously, hurry up!" she called out, her voice strained but still carrying that edge of arousal that told me everything I needed to know. "I promised Mrs. Beaumont I'd be at the restaurant early to help with inventory."

I ignored her, reaching for the body wash. She could break free if she really wanted to, I'd seen her do it before when I'd pushed too far or asked for something that genuinely upset her. Refusing to obey a command when I gave it was easy, all women could flip me off and tell me to get bent. Disobeying a command after the fact, once the magic had taken hold, was much harder. Harder, but not impossible, as we'd found over the past few months. If Claudia stayed frozen, it was because some part of her wanted to stay frozen. I knew that part of her very well.

I rinsed the soap from my body, letting the water cascade down while I reflected on how surreal my life had become. A year ago, I'd woken up in my shitty apartment to discover that somehow, overnight, I'd become the owner of every woman on Earth. Not in some metaphorical sense, but literally.

"Are you washing each individual hair?" Claudia's voice came from the doorway, impatient but breathless.

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, taking my time to dry off properly. The memory of that power still sent a thrill through me sometimes. The freedom to walk into any room and know that every woman there was mine for the taking. The way the world had simply accepted it as natural law. Politicians, celebrities, the woman at the grocery store, all of them equally available, equally compliant.

But then I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and remembered why I'd given it up. The person staring back at me looked healthier than the man from a year ago. Less hollow around the eyes, more alive. Sure, my blond hair was still messy, my nose still pointy. Some things my best efforts at grooming couldn't fix. Anyway, that old version of me had been drowning in power he didn't understand, making choices that kept him awake at night. The new me, I liked better.

I'd freed them all. Well, not exactly freed. I'd done the next best thing, told them they could choose their own partners without needing my permission, released them from the compulsions that had made them unnaturally accommodating toward me, especially sexually. Most importantly, I'd commanded them to be able to disobey or ignore any order they didn't want to follow.

As I finished getting ready, brushing my teeth and running a comb through my hair, I felt that familiar pang. Not regret, exactly. I missed it sometimes, the absolute freedom to use any woman I wanted, the way everyone found it completely normal. Hell, men used to ask for my permission to touch their own girlfriends because that's how the world worked. Oliver Moore owned women, and that was just a fact of life like gravity or taxes.

I walked back into the bedroom to find Claudia exactly where I'd left her, still frozen mid-step toward the bathroom. Her frown had deepened, but I could see the flush spreading down her neck, the way her breathing had grown shallow. If anything, being **** to wait had only made her more aroused.

Looking at her, I smiled with genuine love and warmth. It had been worth it. Every moment of doubt, every sleepless night wondering if I'd given up something irreplaceable. I'd freed her specifically to find out if her feelings for me were real, if she could love me without the cosmic compulsion that made every woman on Earth sexually available to me.

She'd freaked out at first, naturally. Seeing everything for what it really was, understanding the full scope of what I'd been doing to the world, to her. She'd run, hidden, been the only free woman in a world that somehow sensed she no longer was mine, no longer protected by my supernatural ownership. But she'd come back. And together, we'd figured out how to fix everything. Kinda...

"Hey there, beautiful," I said, leaning down to kiss her forehead softly.

"You're an absolute sadist," she gasped, but her voice was thick with want. "Fifteen minutes, Oliver. Fifteen minutes of standing here thinking about what you did to me, what you're going to do next, listening to you hum show tunes in the shower like you don't have a care in the world."

"I was humming?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"Les Misérables. The whole time. 'Master of the House.'" She glared at me. "Which, considering the circumstances, was either incredibly inappropriate or incredibly appropriate, I can't decide which."

I couldn't help but laugh. Even frozen and frustrated, she was still herself. Still the woman who'd chosen to come back to me, who'd helped me find a way to make things right. Who'd then asked me to claim her again, this time by choice.

"Hey!" I protested. "Not my fault you had us watch that musical last night. It's catchy."

Claudia frowned.

"So," I said, checking my phone for the time, "should I release you so you can shower, or would you prefer to stay like this while I head to the studio?"

The look she gave me could have melted steel.

"Need another orgasm first? You seem a bit tense." I stepped closer, letting my fingers trail across her skin.

"Oliver..." she warned, but it came out more like a plea.

"Cum," I commanded again.

Immediately her body shook, her expression contorting in pleasure.