Coffee

“Now, Jessica,” he started, pausing portentously until her eyes flitted back to his, awaiting whatever demeaning demand he would make next, “I want you to make me that coffee you promised!”

He could see her face drop for a moment. Of all the lewd things she had expected him to say with her standing in front of him in her sluttiest set of lingerie this order absolutely caught her by surprise. She blinked, her brain needing a moment to process what she had just heard, absolutely thrown for a loop.

“Wh-what?!” It slipped out before she could even think about it.

“Make me a coffee!” Sean repeated nonchalantly. The look in his eyes made it absolutely clear that he wasn’t joking as he stared at her expectantly. Jessica needed another moment of staring in disbelief before she finally began to move and he watched as she turned away from him and tottered towards the kitchen, the thin heels of her sandals ringing loudly in the large room. As she walked, he got ample opportunity to check out her swaying posterior and the back of her panties.

There really wasn’t much to speak of in terms of fabric as it consisted of little more than a string that disappeared in the crack of her ass, leaving Jessica’s cheeks completely on display. The revealing look was well-complimented by the rather slutty bow-trampstamp that was resplendent an inch above her crack. The bright reddening of the spanking had already faded and instead the golden caramel color had returned and with the enticing jiggle of her cheeks Sean felt the strong desire to give his work another touch-up.

With neither of them saying a word, the silence hung heavily in the room as Jessica reached the counter and got back to work on his coffee, however, while her unease and irritation was written plainly across her face, Sean basked in every second of having the scantily-clad starlet act as his waitress. She would occasionally glance over at him as she brought the water back up to a boil and poured the pulverized coffee from the grinder into the French press, but she did not manage to keep eye contact for more than a split second, feeling the change in their dynamic strongly.

She filled the press with hot water, briefly using a long spoon to stir it up, then placed the plunger on top. He watched her turn around and stretch to reach a large, grey cup from one of the boards, then she picked up the coffee and the cup and returned to him. Even still, she looked meekly downwards rather than look at him as she approached until she came to a stop right in front of him.

“Give it a few minutes before you press the plunger,” she gave him the briefest of awkward smiles as she bent down and set the press and cup down on the coffee table. As she leaned over, she could feel Sean’s gaze drop to her breasts. It made her blush. Of course, she was used to men looking, but it had been a long time since someone had dared to be as brazen as Sean, who even tilted his head to get a better look at her soft cleavage. She had to fight the urge to nervously shift from one foot to the other as she straightened back up again.

He paused for a heartbeat, letting the moment simmer to enjoy her discomfort. “I’ll take milk with that.”

For a split-second, she looked like she was about to say something, but then she simply nodded. When she turned to obey, he clicked his tongue, stopping her dead in her tracks and causing her to look back at him.

“What do you say when I give you an order, you dumb bimbo?”

Her eyes widened at his sharp tone of voice and for a moment he could see a flash of anger, but it was gone just as quick. Her throat rolled as she swallowed the indignity before responding. “Yes, sir!”

The look in her large, dark doe eyes almost made him pop inside his pants and he grinned widely as he dismissed her with a small nod, then basked in the view of Jessica Alba’s tight ass as she made her way into the kitchen, then shamelessly leered at her jiggling tits as she returned, a carton of milk in hand. He watched her set it down next to the coffee, then stand back.

“Good,” he said after another short pause, “Now, we need to work on your posture, Jessica. Whenever you are standing around, I want you to stand right. Chin up, eyes straight ahead. Arch your back, pull your shoulders back and push that ass out. Fold your arms behind your back!”

He could see the shock and humiliation in her face and she blushed in embarrassment with every word he said, but after a moment of inner conflict, she obeyed without protest. Flexing her spine and drawing her shoulders back, she obediently adapted the posture he demanded. Her fingers shivered as she put her arms submissively behind her back, each hand reaching to grab the opposite elbow. In the process, she presented her breasts and booty in a lecherous way, drawing attention to her assets and showing herself off like a sex-doll.

She took a deep, soothing breath through her nose, then let the air out through her nose as she tried to come to terms with what she was doing and how she felt about it. In the last year, she had often remembered with embarrassment how she had behaved back in Stockholm, acting like Pierre’s submissive little slut. She had always calmed herself with the thought that she had been drunk and high back then, that it hadn’t really been her that had done these things, but the intoxicants had made her do it. Now, she had no such excuse. Yet, as she stood at attention in front of Sean now, clad in her most scanty lingerie, she was absolutely creaming her panties. It simply did not concur with the idea Jessica had about herself.

Sean watched her inner struggle play out with great pleasure, basking in the moment and letting it hang in the air. “What a good slut you can be,” he teased. “Maybe we can work with you yet…”