He is not having it

„It’s not going to work like that.”

The one sentence stopped her dead in her tracks. She swallowed dryly, at a loss for words, looking over to Sean, who stared back. He wasn’t smiling, there was no mockery to his tone, but his expression made it clear that he was completely serious.

“We already talked and I thought we had an understanding,” the producer stood up from the couch and slowly walked towards her, “You aren’t even supposed to be in this game anymore, casting you is going to come really out of left-field. If you want the role, you will have to do something in return.”

He laid the situation out for her as he approached her almost carefully, putting in an obvious effort not to look threatening. Jessica’s mind raced. It had been a long shot, but one she did have to take. Putting down the French press, she took a moment to compose herself. Taking a deep breath before she faced Sean, who just came across the kitchen island to stand in front of her, a few feet away.

“So, what exactly do you want?” she finally asked. Her voice felt shaky and she had a hard time keeping a straight face as adrenaline rushed through her body. “And cut the bullshit, Sean. At least give me the courtesy of being honest!”

That caused a smile to spread on his face. “You know what I want,” he said, calmly. “If you are telling me that you are up to playing a role that involves nudity and explicit BDSM, then I want proof!” He stepped a little closer, towering over her due to his size. “I want you naked, I want you to suck my cock, I want to fuck you however I please and I want you to do everything that I say.”

Jessica blinked. Despite it coming at her own request, his directness still came as a shock. She felt the little hairs at the back of her neck standing up, but at the same time she felt a tingle between her legs. Sean certainly was a scumbag for this, but nonetheless having a man confidently say these dirty things directly into her face spoke to some of her more primal instincts. She felt her nipples harden and instinctively folded her arms to cover herself. “Are you going to tie me up?” Her voice was shivering and to her own ears she almost sounded hopeful as she stared up at him with big eyes.

His smile widened and he stepped closer, invading her personal space. She could smell his exquisite cologne. “I am going to tie you up,” he confirmed, “I am going to slap you around, I am going to **** you and I am going to make you my bitch!”

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. All her career she had avoided a situation like this, yet now as he spelled it out for her, she could feel herself getting turned on, the sexual energy almost palpable. Ever since that night in Stockholm, she had felt ashamed by her actions. She couldn’t believe how much she had enjoyed a man taking charge of her like that. Ever since, she had told herself that it had been a one-time thing, that it wasn’t really her. She only had done the things she had done because Pierre had gotten her high and taken advantage. Now, standing in her own kitchen, with Sean towering over her, she realized that she had been lying to herself. She had been high in Stockholm, she had been a bit drunk yesterday, but today she was completely sober, yet his confident approach sent thrills up her spine.

“Okay,” she managed, not trusting her voice to say anything more.

The white smile gleamed triumphantly. He inched closer, looking straight down at her, making her feel tiny. Heart pounding, she stared up at him, feeling like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t know what was coming next and the anticipation was breathtaking.

He seemed to sense that, letting her steep in the moment for a few seconds before he finally reached out and almost gently took her hand. “Come,” he simply said, turning around and leading her out of the kitchen and back to the living room. Jessica followed, letting him pull her along as he led her towards the couch and plopped down heavily. As he made himself comfortable, she moved to sit beside him, but he stopped her with a simple gesture. She complied without a second thought, awkwardly standing in front of him.

“Now, Jessica,” he started, after taking a moment to enjoy their dynamic, “I seem to recall that I told you what I expected you to wear when I came today… what was that, Jessica?”

She blushed, a feeling of sheepishness coming over her as he called out her disobedience. “You wanted me to wear lingerie…” she muttered, lowering her gaze.

“Right,” he nodded, deliberately taking his time. “Seems to have slipped your mind…”

Standing in front of him, it felt like a naughty schoolgirl being lectured by her teacher. It was disempowering and humiliating and she had to actually **** herself not to shift awkwardly from one foot to another. The fact that they were standing in her own large and lush living room only made the entire ordeal more surreal.

“I actually…” she began, unable to stand the silence, only to be shushed by a dismissive wave of his hand.

“You will speak when I tell you to speak,” he stated, pausing until she nodded in understanding, “When you speak to me you will address me as ‘Sir’, understood?”

“Yes, Sir!” The reply came quick like a shot. The words still felt awkward in her mouth, but they caused another excited tingle nonetheless.

“Good girl!” he nodded in satisfaction, “Now, if you want to stop, we will use a safe word. If it ever gets too much for you to take, just say the word “Honest” and I will stop right away.” He paused, then lifted a finger. “However, if you say that, I will leave right away. You can lose my number and kiss your big chance goodbye. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir!” Her mouth felt dry, yet the second time around, the phrase already went easier over the lips.

“Alright!” He leaned back, comfortably placing his arms on the backrest of the couch. “Now, what are we going to do about your disobedience?!”