“No, Master,” I said.
Victor hummed, then took a piece of sausage and fed it to me. I ate gratefully from his hand, teasing his fingers with my lips and tongue as I did.
Victor chuckled. “Someone is full of himself this morning.”
I blushed and tipped my head down for a moment before remembering my order to look at him at all times.
“Pinch your nipple with your other hand,” he commanded with a wink.
I obeyed instantly, wincing with how sore my nipples still were. But then, that was the point, I was sure. And because I knew that, I pinched hard, purposely causing myself pain for his entertainment.
It was the best breakfast ever. Victor savored it, feeding me a bite now and then, while I stroked my cock and pinched my nipple. By the time it was finished, my hole was dripping slick onto his coverlet and my cock was leaking pre-cum over my hand. And I wouldn’t have been surprised if my nipple started to bleed as well.
Somewhere in the very back of my mind, my ever-present embarrassment tried to rise up and whip me. What kind of omega was I to do those things on an alpha’s command while he ate breakfast in bed? What would my family think if they could see me kneeling there, pleasured and pained and horny as hell?
Those thoughts were just whispers in the background now. Victor had told me it was natural for me to feel these things. My master was pleased that I would debase myself this way for him.
“That was delicious,” Victor said after a final gulp of coffee. He twisted to set the tray on the bedside table, then shifted to get out of bed.
I eased up the way I touched myself, but that earned me a sharp look.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Victor asked, dark and demanding.
“No, Master,” I gasped, continuing my actions.
“Switch hands,” Victor said, gesturing to me as he headed toward the bathroom.
I obeyed, and immediately, fresh pain assailed me from my other nipple. My cock stayed hard and my hole twitchy, though.
I listened as Victor used the bathroom, then ran the sink, presumably to wash his face and maybe even to shave. The shower didn’t turn on, but I had the idea that he was cleaning up.
By the time he walked back into the bedroom, I was warm and aching, in more ways than one. Better still, Victor stroked his now hard cock as he walked over to me.
Without a word, as if I were part of the furniture instead of human, he grabbed me around the middle and moved me to the edge of the bed, facing away from him. He pushed my back hard so that I fell forward, then pulled my hips up, causing me to lose balance completely.
With a grunt, he positioned himself, then thrust hard into my hole. The invasion was rough and perfunctory. He fucked me like he didn’t care, like he just wanted pleasure and release, not connection. He didn’t even try to be gentle or to caress or soothe me with words. He just used me to relieve his morning erection, pumping hard and selfishly.
I whimpered at the invasion, going completely limp with bliss, even though there was nothing in it for me. I was just acum-dump for my master, a way for him to empty his balls so he would be ready to face his day. I didn’t even try to brace my arms on the bed, I just lay there with my arms at my side and my painfully erect cock swinging uselessly, knowing I wasn’t allowed to come.
When Victor let out a deep growl as he started to come, I smiled into the bedcovers and closed my eyes, feeling glorious that I could be a vessel for him. I didn’t care how bizarre it might seem to others. I didn’t worry what the world would think of me or that I was a disgrace to omegas everywhere. I just wanted my master’s cum in me, and I wanted him to be satisfied.
“Gorgeous,” he panted when he was finished, pulling out and looking at my hole. “Just the way I like my slave. Filthy with my cum.”
He plunged two of his fingers into my hole, fucking me with them in a way that I was sure spread his cum and my slick all over my ass and thighs. Victor like me messy. I’d figured that out already.
Sure enough, he grabbed me by the back of my collar and pulled me to kneel, then smeared the mix on his fingers across my face and pushed his fingers into my mouth. The taste of us combined had me sighing with pleasure.
“Whore slaves are the best slaves,” he said, reaching back to my hole for more and repeating his actions until I was sucking on his fingers again.
I winced at the word ‘whore’, but the degradation was on purpose, and I reveled in it.
“Come on,” Victor said, turning me so that he could kiss my messy mouth, then slapping my welted ass so hard I gasped. “Time to get dressed and face the day.”
“Yes, Master,” I panted, still feeling the pain of his slap and the denied pleasure that pulsed through me.
I wanted this, all of it, so badly. As I slipped off the bed and helped Victor dress for the day, my whole body thrummed with it. My ass stung, my hole continued to leak, and the stuff on my face dried and grew itchy. But my main focus was on helping Victor dress in a suit, which kept my cock hard and my heart racing, then following him into the main room, carrying the breakfast tray on his order, as he led me by the collar.
“Now,” Victor said with a sigh, grabbing his cell phone from the kitchen counter, then leaning against it. He pointed to the floor, and I immediately knelt at his feet as he tapped his phone open. “Let’s see what new horror the new day brings.”
