Helpless (gxg)

IV- Happy Mornings

I awoke in Sir's arms, warm and safe. I carefully extracted myself, knowing better than to disturb him from his sleep. I was so grateful to him for relieving me of my duties to the old alpha of Pack, the weakling who didn't love me like Sir did. For him, I was glad to wake up early and make him breakfast because I knew that he would let me kneel at his side and sometimes even let me have some food. The old alpha barely let anyone see me, and Sir says that I was made to be played with. I adjust my collar in the mirror, smiling as I saw the tag that proclaims his ownership of me. I slipped into a pair leggings and one of Sir's hoodies, one that smelled like the laundry detergent that I used because it made everything feel like flowers. He liked to see me in his clothing.

I went downstairs to the kitchen to prep food for the rest of the day as well as prepare breakfast. Of course, my duty as his Pet was to serve all his needs, and food is one of the most basic. I was glad to see that no one else was in the house, intruding on our alone time. I knew that it was not my place to be posessive over him but I really couldn't help it. I loved him and he loved me. It was an easy thing to feel, but harder to justify. I guess he just made me feel protected, like belonging to the new alpha of Pack would give me a new status. So far it hadn't given me too much, but I was willing to put up with anything if it meant making him happy. I would even make bacon with his breakfast every day no matter how much I hated the smell and the memories that came with the bubbling grease.

Alongside the bacon was a few scrambled eggs, freshly toasted bread with jam and butter, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Once that was made, covered, and put into the microwave to try to keep it warm, I began to plan out what he would have for lunch and dinner. I checked what we had in the pantry and fridge before taking out the recipies and making a list of the few ingredience I would need to ask Sir to pick up while he was out. I was shaken from my duties by the feel of two arms wrapping around my waist and a mouth sucking at my neck. At the feeling I immediately bared my neck in submission.

"Good morning, Sir. How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully, Pet. You know that I sleep well after a good play with you." He squeezed my ass and I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're in such a good mood Sir. I hope you like what I made for breakfast. I know that you wanted something different, so instead of pancakes I thought you might enjoy eggs." His hands wandered to the front of my body, caressing my thighs and slowly working higher.

"And what if I just want to eat you?" His playful response made me gasp and my brain short-circuted for a moment before I could work out an answer.

"Who am I to refuse you, Sir?" My heart pounded and I hoped that I had given the correct answer.

He chuckled, releasing me from his tight hold. "Exactly Pet. Good girl. Come, serve me." He made his way to the table and sat at the head, in the seat with a small kneeling cushion at it's side. I quickly gathered his plate and glass and carried it to him, placing it down in front of him. Once I was satisfied that it was correctly positioned, I sank to my knees and bowed my head, completely content.

He ate at a leasurely pace,periodically feeding me a small piece of toast with some eggs on it as he allowed me to rest my collared neck on his thigh. He ran his fingers through my hair between bites, a reminder of his ownership and my place. It gave a strange feeling in my chest, a fullness that made me want to fidget and push against him. It was unclear weither it would be an attempt to remove his hand from me or get him to tighten his grip, but it didn't matter. I resisted the urge, breathing deeply and reminding myself to take what I am given.

He finished and took a moment to give my shoulder a squeeze before standing, moving into the kitchen to tap on his phone while I cleaned up. As I stood at the sink, I glanced back to see him looking over the recipies that I had chosen for the day. I tensed for a moment before relaxing. He usually didn't punish me for choosing something he didn't like as a recipe, only if I cooked it.

"You'll be needing to cook extra food for dinner tonight. We're hosting guests and I'd like you to be there." It was nonchelant, but I could hear that he was ready for an argument.

I bowed my head. "Of course, Sir. Whatever you'd like."

At my response I felt a bit of the tension drain away from the air. "Good Pet. You know your place, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir. You taught me well."

"Yes, I did."

I finished cleaning the dishes, putting them into the rack to dry before turning back to him. "Do you have any pressing duties before then, Sir?" I felt my heart swell in hope that I wouldn't need to spend the day alone, locked up.

"Nothing until lunch. Why, Pet?" At this he turned his sharp gaze to me, a warning hidden behind his eyes.

"W-Well, I was just wondering if you would like me to prepare myself for you or um... do anything else." I forced myself not to fall into my punishment position, telling myself that I had not technically done anything that warranted a punishment.

"I'm not sure if that was why, my darling little thing. I think you were being selfish. I think... that you want me all to yourself today." He made his way around the counter to where I was standing, towering over me and making me crane my neck to keep looking at his face. "Is that acceptable, Pet?"

"N-No, Sir. Pets are not to be selfish." He grabbed my throat, shoving me back into the cabinets.

"Exactly. So why is it, Pet, that you are just so helpless to your own desires that you would ignore mine?" His fist tightened as I became hyper-aware that he only needed one hand to wrap himself entirely around my throat, even with the added bulk of the collar. I desperately shook my head no, my fingers twitching with the effort it took not to grab at his arm and try to push him off.

He suddenly released me and I doubled over, coughing and groaning. He laughed at the pitiful sight before him. "Whatever. Come on, let's put on your belt."

I was helpless to do anything but comply.