Chapter 6 - The Dining Room

• The Thing POV
• I woke up feeling pain all over my body, but it's good pain, because the memories of why I'm like this are wonderful, I've learned what pleasure is and I think I'm addicted. It's just a wonderful feeling.
• Now I understand why so many seek to satisfy themselves, without caring about the rest and I was used to that so that others would be happy, but I don't think that's going to happen anymore.
• The smell of him is still very strong, and I honestly don't want to get up, I just want to stay in this bed, smelling our mixed scents and feeling so good about it, until I feel my stomach make a noise, and I make an effort to move. As soon as I put my feet on the floor, I raise my head to hear the sound of a door opening and see him coming out of the bathroom, drops of water still running down his muscular chest, a towel around his waist and one in his hands wiping his hair. I can feel my mouth getting wet and my body getting hotter.
• "Hmm... You've barely woken up, and you're already horny, huh?"
• I turned red and lowered my head, biting my lower lip. My body reacted instinctively.
• "Go shower. I'll get your clothes... You need to eat. I can hear your stomach rumbling from the bathroom."
• He spoke and I immediately stood up, letting out a few moans of pain as I walked, when I passed him, I felt his arm wrap around my waist and soon his body was glued to mine and he was kissing me, dominantly, intertwining our tongues and I lost myself in his taste, but as quickly as he started, he finished and pushed me away, slapping my ass.
• I smiled and the pain had subsided a little, but as soon as I turned on the shower I let out a low moan of satisfaction, the warm water was certainly welcome, but I didn't have the luxury of staying too long, I washed and I still had his cum inside me, I tried to get it out as much as possible, just so it wouldn't run out as I walked. I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant, because Alpha had ordered surgery and had my tubes and ovaries removed... So I wouldn't even menstruate... Nobody wanted to run the risk of getting the slave pregnant.
• When I'd finished, I came out of the bathroom and saw my prepared clothes there again, a black dress, made of a matte fabric. I dried my hair well and put the dress on, with some difficulty, because it stuck well to my curves. There were also simple black shoes. I looked in the mirror and saw that the dress reached only to the middle of my thighs, leaving the scars on my legs exposed, my breasts were squashed and higher up, so it looked like I had more breasts than normal, as well as being strapless and m-shaped.
• I put my shoes on and noticed that when I bent down my skirt lifted, which I found a little strange, but if that's going to make him happy then fine. I finished blow-drying my hair and left the bathroom. He's standing in the middle of the room, wearing a heavy black leather jacket and jeans, his hair done up in a messy style and his eyes darkened at the sight of me.
• "It's perfect! There's just one detail missing." Then he approached me and took out a collar from inside his jacket. I widened my eyes. I'd worn a metal one for a few years, but this one was leather and had some silver spikes. "You're mine, so you have to wear my collar." He explained.
• I nodded, and he put the object around my neck.
• "Good. Behave, if you do, you'll be well rewarded." He ran his hand gently over my face and I let out a sigh. "Are you going to be a good girl?"
• I nodded.
• "I didn't hear you."
• I took a deep breath and opened my lips.
• "Yes, I will," I replied. I would do anything to please this man.
• "Good! Remember, always take a step back from me and only speak when I order you to. I am your Master, understand?" These were the rules he gave me.
• "Yes, sir."
• Then this man smiled and turned his back on me, walking out of the room. I kept my gaze on his back, precisely so as not to miss any of his movements and always stayed one step behind. I can see several people in the corridor, and they all greet my Master, showing respect. I know it's silly, but I'm proud of it, of him being someone so powerful.
• But just as they look at my Master with respect, they look at me with contempt, something I'm already used to, so it doesn't affect me, the only thing I care about is pleasing my Master.
• It wasn't long before we reached the dining hall. There were several tables set up, some larger than others, and the place was very full. My Master walked over to the table where the people with the highest titles were sitting, so my Alpha, Beta and Gamma were there, as well as their children.
• My Master sat at the head of the table and I stood behind him, keeping my gaze on him, but I could still see the look of lust in the eyes of those who were there and I felt a twinge of disgust, especially at the look in Bernard's eyes...
• The smell of food was almost unbearable, but I was not going to complain or say anything, just waited for my Master's actions. He began to serve himself, and the conversation at the table began to flow as if I wasn't there, but that's fine with me and I kept my expression as neutral as possible.
• After a few minutes, my Master picked up a new plate and served some food. I thought he was handing it to me, but I made no move to take it until I saw him bend down briefly and put the plate on the floor. I could feel my heart racing, not expecting such a situation from him.
• It's not as if I haven't eaten off the floor before, in fact, it was quite normal for them to throw the leftovers and for me to have to eat straight off the dirty floor, this time There was a plate and the food was hot and not leftovers.
• I swallowed, but bent down and as soon as I did he put his hands in my hair and stroked it as if I were his pet. I don't know what to feel, whether to be happy or not. I feel the dress lift and expose my thighs and as I'm not wearing any panties, I realize I'm exposed to anyone who passes by on the back.
• Well, if that's going to make him happy, then fine, I started eating, kneeling on the floor, using my hands, but trying to make as little of a mess as possible. My Lord kept stroking my hair, which was an indication that everything was fine. I knew that even though I was so exposed, none of those other men were going to do anything against me.
• When I've finished, only the tips of my fingers are dirty and my lips are a little smeared with grease. My Master then hands me a cloth napkin and I wipe myself, but I don't know whether to get up or not.
• I've never eaten such hot food before, let alone fresh, so I'm relieved that my Master can provide me with this, and I remain knelt on the floor, looking down and letting myself feel his caress.
• Of course, when an Omega approached to pick up the plates, she didn't want to take mine, but I saw the look my Master gave her and the girl immediately bent down and picked up my plate, I could feel a warmth rising in my chest after all my Master cares about me and I hope I'm doing the right things to please him.
• A few more minutes pass and then I feel my Master's aura become heavier and his fingers in my hair become heavier, as he stops the caress, I don't look up, but I know something is wrong and start to pay attention to what is being said.
• "A child who can't walk yet..." I hear my Master's voice. "Do you want to challenge me?"
• I feel Alpha Julius's aura begin to fluctuate, and Bernard's diminishes, I realize that they are both afraid.
• "She's just a slave..." Bernard tries to defend himself.
• "The important part is that she's mine now!" My Master speaks in a lower tone.
• This is more dangerous than if he were shouting, Alpha Julius realizes, but Bernard is stupid...
• "I guess you like second-hand things, then..." Bernard manages to speak.
• "At least I made her moan and scream my name." My Master replies I know he's controlling himself. "I bet with an immature prick like you. You couldn't even get a gasp out of her."
• I can see under the table that Alpha Julius taps Bernard's leg to make him shut up and as if to prove a point, my Master pulls my hair up, I stand up and then I feel his lips on mine, I close my eyes and let out a moan of pleasure, feeling the sparks spread through my lips. My Master releases me, and I go back to my knees.
• "That's the difference between a man and a boy." My Master finishes speaking.
• I know the others must be shocked by this because it's been a long time since they've heard a word or sound from me. Even yesterday when Bernard was on top of me and I was struggling, I didn't make a sound.