Morning Greetings

*Chapter 3*
I woke up with someone whose breath was fanning against my neck. It was ticklish and distracting as well, especially when I felt that man's morning wood poking to my lower abdomen.
Arching my eyebrow, I thought it was just my other male slave that was in my bed. But I found out it was Frederick, my newly purchased male slave.
He was sleeping soundly while I curled up against my upper lip into a smirk, shaking my head. "You're too comfortable with your goddess, huh," I murmured, wanting to touch his face but I halted myself.
Sliding from his arms, I was about to get up from my bed when he drew me closer to him which made me gasp in surprise. "What the..." I hissed quietly, wanting to punish this man for touching me inappropriately without asking my permission. I was so close to hitting him but then, I found him so adorable when Frederick was snoring softly.
This was so unfair...
How could he just sleep so peacefully it was as if he finally found his home?
There was no home here, to retort back.
Shaking my head, I decided to remove his hands from me slowly and quietly before I heard knocks on the door.
"My muse, are you awake? We are here to prepare your bath." It was the baritone voice of a man.
"Come on in," I said as I finally managed to get away from his hold.
The door slowly opened and revealed three men who were wearing a cutaway tailcoat. They knelt before me as they bowed their heads.
"Greetings, our muse," Holland, Dorian, and Arthur greeted me in unison.
I nodded my head as I came to approach them one by one to give a pat to their heads. "Good morning, boys. Do your job now." I tilted my head, pointing in the direction of the lavatory.
They bowed one more time before they started to work on my tub.
These three servants of mine addressed me as *my muse* if they became from being a slave to a servant. There were more of them as they all have specific jobs to serve me.
When I had no one to play with, these three hunky men were the ones I called to play with me. They were good boys and always followed my instructions as to *their muse*.
Meanwhile, a slave must call me *my goddess*. It was close to being addressed as *my master*. I'd rather have the former one because it made me feel like more power to dominate male slaves. When they kept on struggling to give up their control to a certain woman, I would make sure that they would submit to me, not me submitting to them.
After all, this wasn't their pleasure.
It was my pleasure that we were talking about this.
Holland came out from the lavatory and opened my walk-in closet. He was sauntering on his way to the ball gowns that the hems of the dresses reached the floor. There were some fancy suits as well with elegant and decorative intricate designs. I even have plenty of all of these clothes and shoes as well.
I have what I wear for normal days, working days, and attending formal parties.
He chose a red floral embroidery and gold design ball gown matching it with a fancy red hat having the same design as well. Holland showed me the dress and I nodded in approval.
I checked Frederick one more time to see his sleeping state and heard his soft snore. "Guard him," I said at Holland.
I couldn't trust to just leave him there alone. Who knows, he might try to escape just like the few ones I bought and let Reginald deal with them by punishing them for running recklessly to our pack.
In the end, like that dumb husband of mine killed them. I was fuming mad at him when I found out we almost brawled out on the training ground.
"Yes, my muse," Holland said with a bow.
As I arrived there, Arthur immediately tended to me as he helped me undress my chemise. Then Dorian was the one who helped me to get to the tub already and washed me.
I didn't mind that they were touching me in every place of my body since I allowed them to be the ones who must help me to take a bath.
It was excellent to have male servants rather than female servants. With these male servants, I got to enjoy being touched by other men. I could fool around with them if ever I found my male slaves uninterested to play with them.
I was moaning when I leaned to the tub when Dorian was soaping my breasts while Arthur was caressing and cleaning my cunt. I really enjoyed having a morning bath with these men around me. I always got the chance not to have to masturbate myself.
Why must I be the one to masturbate myself when I could have these men do it for me?
When I finished, they covered me with a robe. But I released the knot and let my body peek from the opened curtain of the robe. I went out from the lavatory to see Frederick who was already wide awake and sitting at the edge of the bed.
I felt my insides tightening when he eyed me up and down. That kind of hunger was visible to his olive eyes. That's the kind of expression I always wanted to see for my servant.
Smirking, I approached him. "What must you do right now to greet me?" I asked in my sultry pitch as I stopped right in front of him.
His eyes raked to my brown nipples that were already exposed right in front of him down to my cunt which I assumed I was already wet down there. I stayed my eyes on his trousers seeing it was a bulge now.
Even so, I got impatient when he didn't answer immediately so I slapped his face. Gasping, Frederick looked at me, wide-eyed. Perhaps he didn't expect that I would hurt him.
I scoffed silently. If he thought that I wouldn't hurt him, then he was wrong.
"What—"
"Holland, show to this new slave what must he do to his goddess," I commanded and glanced at my servant. Then I fisted Frederick's hair enough to see the pain registered on his face.
"M-My goddess..." He whimpered under my touch as his chest was rising up and down.
"Yes, my muse."
He irked when I gripped his cock, bestowing him with pain. "Watch closely, Frederick. If you want to feel your cock keeping intact with you, watch and learn. Do you understand?" I said in my authoritative tone.
Frederick was forced to nod with a matching of hissing in pain. I released his cock before I turned at Holland who was already in a slave sitting position. The same sitting position as what Frederick did last night.
Gripping Frederick's hair tighter than before, I forced him to watch for Holland's next movement. I bestowed him my foot as he took it with ease.
Holland lowered his head and started kissing my foot, worshipping me. He started leaving wet sensual kisses up to my lower leg. Then his lips went to my knee and before he could reach my upper thigh, Frederick suddenly growled out of nowhere. That made Holland stop.
When I looked at Frederick, there was pure anger and annoyance written on his face. He was glaring at Holland. I swore. It seemed like he wanted to attack him right now.
I arched my eyebrow at his behavior. It must be his wolf that controlled him because when his eyes looked up at me, his growl halted as he gasped when I realized what he had just done. He suddenly lowered his eyes so he wouldn't meet my gaze.
"M-My apologies for my behavior, m-my goddess."
I forced him to look at me and looked at me coldly. "There is no room for jealousy here, Frederick. Remember that," I said as I growled back. "You have no control here. Do you understand me?" This was to let him know that this was a warning that he shouldn't step overboard because this made me annoyed.
"Y-Yes, my goddess..."
"Watch closely," I said, ordering him and forcing his head to let Holland continue. I watched his reaction, seeing him frowning when I felt Holland's lips in my inner thigh before he stopped near to my cunt, breathing it softly before he put down my leg and returned to his sitting position. I inhaled a sharp intake before I lowered my head to reach Frederick's ear to whisper. "That is how you greet your goddess first thing in the morning, Frederick."
"Can... Can I look at you, my goddess?" he asked after he nodded and said that he understood it.
His deep voice caressed my whole body as I tingled from it. I felt like I wanted to be fucked by this man right now. Knowing how wet I was, I could hear Frederick's sniff.
He could smell my arousal. No doubt about that.
"No. You are not allowed to ask for my permission. I will tell you when you can look at me." I released his hair. "Go to the lavatory. Dorian and Arthur will help you to take a bath." I signaled Holland to stand up. I turned at those two men who were waiting for my orders. "Make sure that my slave is well pampered. If I hear dissatisfaction from him, I will punish you severely," I warned.
"Yes, my muse," they said in unison.
I turned to Frederick who still remained, his eyes nailed to the floor. I could feel his wolf trying to communicate with us, begging us to let him at least see and watch what I was doing. In the end, I ignored his wolf's pleading communication. "Go now," I said to Frederick.
"Yes, my goddess," he said and nodded obediently.
I was left alone with Holland to help me get dressed and even fix my hair. He was excellent at his work as he had an experience of working as a coiffure so he knew how to style hair. He was working at a beauty salon for men and women before that salon was forced to close due to bankruptcy. He had nothing left and no one would accept him from a background of a bankrupt salon.
He became a slave when a noble family took him in thinking he would be treated fairly but it turned out that he wasn't even wanted and made a great time to be tortured. Marchioness Carat took an interest in him when she saw his hunk body enough for women to linger their tongues on. She bought him and brought him to the Maiden's Lair to work as a male prostitute.
When I picked him up and he bestowed me with the good pleasure a woman wants, I told him to fix my hair. It was the usual thing I asked for a male prostitute when he was done pleasuring and worshiping me.
Then I got interested in how he styled my hair into a crown braided updo. I was more impressed at his work than the female servant who wasn't that skilled enough to impress me.
That was the time I bought him from Marquess Carat which she didn't disagree with. He had so many purposes so I wanted him. I let him pick the dress he thought would fit and be perfect for a certain day. Since then, he has become the one who tends to help me get dressed and style my hair.
"Dress him up in something he would look good in. Then bring him to the dining hall to have a morning meal with me," I said when he was done clipping the fancy small hat to my head. "I shall take my leave."
Holland nodded. "Yes, my muse."
I went out of my chamber and went to the direction of the dining hall. As I arrived there, I was expecting Reginald to be here but I was wrong. On the other side of the table, female servants had gathered and settled in the corner while the other side was my male servants who were promoted from being slaves.
"Where's the other master of this manor?" I asked the female servants as I went to my respective seat where my male servants settled near to the corner.
Philea, the Head Steward, of this manor stepped forward. She was serving Reginald and oversaw the manor under his instruction. "Alpha is still sleeping, Luna. His servants are already there to wake him up."
"Ah," I said in my monotonous tone as I leaned in my chair, hearing it like it was a platitude thing to hear. I dismissed her by gesturing my hand, not wanting to hear anything about Reginald. Then I looked at the edge of the table where Reginald was sitting, far away from each other. I looked at the space on the other side of the table when I saw there was no plate for my slave. Irritated, I glared at Heimon, the Head Butler of this manor, serving under me. "Why is there no plate for my slave?" I slammed the table to express my irritation.
Heimon bowed his head a little. "Alpha instructed us last night—"
I cut him off. "I am also the master of this household! Do not even neglect that!" I threw the expensive plate that was brought from the Estasia Eglaria Kingdom to the floor which Heimon winced. "Also, I don't care if he is the Alpha of this pack! You are working under me, Heimon. Or do you want someone who wants to be punished on your behalf?" I glanced at Philea who was his mate. Philea suddenly lowered her head as she shivered upon glaring and smirking at her.
Heimon shuddered as he deeply bowed his head. "M-My apologies, Luna. W-We will grab a new plate for you and for your *pet*." Then he looked up, signaling the other male servants to move right now.
"Good. Go back to your post. I am already irritated at your presence," I said, gesturing my hand to have him settled in the corner to wait for my instruction.
"Yes, Luna. As you wish."
Another male servant served me some tea while I was contemplating and remembering Heimon's words for Frederick. *Pet,* yes, Frederick is a pet. The people in this household couldn't just address my slaves as slaves themselves.
Pet. Pet is the right term.
It was a perfect term to address when they see that Novalie Argerich was with another male slave by her side. I would be the talk of the town again.
As they were serving my meal, I came to sniff the musky scent and smell of lavender coming from someone who could make me aroused just by looking at him. I glanced up as my wolf jumped in joy coming to see Frederick wearing a dark green tunic, long trousers, and leather shoes. His hair was neatly combed as well.
Frederick was with the servants who assisted him to dress well. I smiled, feeling satisfied at his appearance. His eyes were nailed to the floor as I instructed him.
I clapped my hand. "Come, Frederick. Present yourself to me."
Frederick stepped forward until he was almost in front of me. Then he spread his legs, raised his arms in width apart, clasped his hands behind his head, and slightly arched his back. Having him arching his back accentuated his sturdy chest and the bulging of his cock that was hiding in his trousers was visible. I want to grab it with my hand.
I was pleased with his action. It looked like Holland, Dorian, and Arthur instructed Frederick on what he must do when he was in front of his goddess. I stood up and started circulating around him. His eyes were still not meeting mine which was so perfect that he wouldn't dare to meet mine.
"Good." I nodded in approval as I secretly sniffed his scent. My wolf was raging inside me because of his musky scent with a mix of lavender scent that came from bathing. I halted in front of him. "You can now look at me," I ordered.
As soon as he raised his eyes to meet mine, I felt like I melted under his gaze. Most especially, when he spoke.
"Thank you, my goddess," he said huskily.
My upper lip curled into a smirk hearing his baritone voice. Now, I could never ignore the fact this man could make me orgasm just by hearing him speaking in a husky tone. Also, with the way he was looking at me right now, he could just make me moan without even needing to touch me for a while.
That was his effect on my whole body and my mind.
Just as I was about to caress his face and tell him he was slowly becoming the good boy I wanted him to be, Reginald entered with a loud growl echoing in the dining hall.
"Didn't I order all of you not to take another plate for someone who is unwelcome?!"
My amused expression changed into a stoic one. It was already morning yet I forgot that I needed to argue with another man who wasn't even part of my dominion.
I must end my morning meal waving a victory flag so I must do my best to annoy Reginald.
Yes, after all, that was my role as *his wife*.