A Reserved Table SFW short story
Katrina laid in her bed one night to reflect on the events of today’s shift during her job. Feelings of regret started pouring into her when she realized just how hostile she had acted towards Jack and it began to eat away at her. Why did she do that, she wondered?
Perhaps she still felt angry towards the man she was dating who started ghosting her after their little one-night fling to celebrate her getting this job. But… No, that was no excuse to take it out on Jack… To make him look at her that way. She realized that now.
She wanted to make it up to him– no, she HAD to make it up to him. So she got up from her bed and headed towards her laptop to conduct a bit of research into how to amend her mistakes. Jack never did anything inherently wrong to her from what she could tell in her limited knowledge of men, so she started putting together a list of notes about him and his mannerisms, and finally put together a plan that she was sure would please him.
She arrived at work a tad bit late the next day, when usually she arrives at least 10 minutes early. Her ‘plan’ seemed to take a bit longer to prepare than she initially thought, but she had to do it right. Ignoring her co-worker’s meaningless pleasantries and hellos, she simply brushes right past them and heads towards the coffee machine.
Keeping her coat buttoned fully and a bag over her shoulder, she finished preparing phase two of her plan. She grabbed her key card and headed straight towards Jack’s room.
Upon opening the door and entering, she sees Jack sitting at the table glancing over at her like he’s concerned about her unusual lateness, before remembering his discontent from the day prior and turning his head away from her to resume pouting.
Katrina expected this would happen and let out a quiet sigh. Well here it goes, her chance to try and redeem herself. She turns toward the door and unbuttons the lab coat she used to fully cover what she had been wearing underneath, taking it off fully and placing a frilled headband she had kept in her pocket onto her head. She turns back towards Jack, now with her plan fully ready.
Now gowned in a full, frilly maid outfit, she bows her head and gives a light curtsy toward the man who still sat sulked in his chair. Her nerves shot high on the inside, though her expression remained the same as usual as she spoke in a voice she tried her best to be louder than a mutter.
“Ahem… Apologies for arriving here so late… M-master…” Her last comment, the title, finally made Jack curious and confused enough to make him turn and sneak a glance at her in her new uniform. He froze– just for a second– before the gears began turning in his head as he finally started to understand what she was trying to do.
He grinned devilishly, delighted by the sight and the thought that Katrina had intended just for him. “... Is this your plan for making up for yesterday?” he commented, even though he knew the answer. “Yes…” she replied in a flat tone and even flatter expression. “I am truly sorry my actions angered you yesterday. So please allow me to serve you today… My master.”
She walks over to him, coffee in hand, and places it in front of him. A latte, with the foam in the shape of a heart and some chocolate shavings floating on the top. Jack looks at it, then at her, and flashes her a smirk while lightly grabbing her by the chin.
“Surely you don’t think you could win me over with just a hot beverage, do you?” He says as if unimpressed, but his smile hints that he’s anticipating that she might have even more up her sleeve.
“Of course not… I have also brought some cookies.” She remarks as she pulls out a tin of cookies from her bag and presents it to him by removing the lid and placing the container on the table.
“... Oh…… And…” she mumbles and fidgets a little before speaking again “... I will also obey whatever command you wish of me, my lord… As long as it’s something within my power to do so.” Her eyes darted away nervously.
“Look at me.” Jack immediately commands, which Katrina promptly does. “Good…” Jack removes his grip from her chin and stares at her with a devilishly delighted smile. “Now… How about you try and smile for me? Smile for your master~”
Katrina, not used to showing outward expression at all, nods and tries her best at flashing him a smile… Though the smile never reaches her eyes so it ends up looking rather sinister and off-putting.
“... We’ll work on that.” Jack playfully scoffs as he pats on his lap. “Sit here… And feed me whatever cookies you think I’d enjoy the most, my dear.” He raises the palm of his hand up to her.
Katrina nods, swallows, and then lightly places her hand on his to support herself as she carefully (and nervously) sits onto his lap. She then looks down at the spread of cookies she had brought and picks up one of the checkerboard cookies.
Remembering her research last night, she had to do this right. “S… Say ‘aah’...” she mutters towards him. Jack, finding her awkward attempts at being accommodating to him quite charming, does as she says and opens his mouth and allows her to place the cookie into it, but not without being a bit cheeky and licking her finger a tad with the point of his long, red tongue which sticks to her a little.
A bit startled and shy by that, she quickly pulls her hand away as Jack chuckles and begins munching on the sweet snack she just fed him with a teasing smirk on his face.
“This is quite delicious…” He comments vaguely while staring greedily right at her, licking his lips. “This pleases me… You are doing quite well so far. However… Don’t think I haven’t noticed you also eyeing the sweets you have brought over for me.” He smirks as Katrina stiffens and glances away like she’s trying to deny his comment.
“Don’t look away, my lovely servant. I’m not mad.” he grips her chin again and lightly forces her to look at him. “Your actions today have put me in a good mood, so as your generous master, I would like to reward you” With his other hand, he grabs one of the cookies from the tin and places it up to her mouth in return.
“Open wide, darling.” Jack commands with a grin on his face. Katrina gulps with nervous hesitation at first, before doing as Jack ordered and opening her mouth for him to feed her. Pleased by this, he lets go of her chin to let her eat while he takes a sip of the latte she had also brought for him.
Once Katrina finishes the cookie Jack fed to her, she glances up at him, and then back down in guilt. “Um… A-about yesterday… Sorry… It wasn’t right for me to say such things, that was rude of me. If you can forgive me now, I–""Who said I forgive you?” Jack promptly interrupts her.
Katrina’s body goes rigid immediately as a massive amount of panic crashes over her internally that doesn’t show on her face at all, yet the intensity hits Jack in the face like a brick and nearly makes him sputter his coffee.
“Calm down, Katrina… I was merely teasing. You may relax.” Jack reassures. Placing his coffee back down on the table, he then focuses his attention on his lovely handler who dressed herself up like a maid for him. Seeing her like this made him smile in a sentimental kind of way, much so that he desired to close the distance between them a little more.
Making sure the movements of his large frame aren’t too sudden for her, he places one hand on her lower back to make sure she stays secure, and uses the other hand to pull Katrina’s legs across his other leg so she is now sitting on both rather than just one.
Then in his usually cheeky way, he somehow locates and then snags away Katrina’s key card on the first try and pulls it into his pocket as per usual.
“I’ll forgive you, just as long as we stay this way for as long as I want… Deal?” Jack politely demands. Katrina nods and quietly leans into his chest as if she detected the man’s want for closeness without him saying it aloud.
“Good…” Jack replies with a smile. He holds her even closer and enjoys both her scent and her company for a good while. Having him feed her the sweet treats she brought in and in turn feeding her himself between idle talk, the two grew even closer that delightful day and all was well again.
