Page 12 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

“Ladies!” Thomas says, clapping his hands together. We were given free time to socialize and talk, but that ended up as us all telling stories and laughing together. We return to our ottomans in front of our masters, and Adrian pulls me back against his chest.

“Alright, ladies. Today, we are going to be working with voyeurism and exhibitionism. One at a time, each master will have sex with his submissive anyway he wants. This is just sex, no added kinks or anything special. Everyone else will stand around and watch. You can speak freely, but do not be distracting or interrupt them. Do not do anything sexual while watching, either,” Thomas explains. “Fredrico, I’ll have you go first.”

Everyone stands, and Adrian positions us beside their ottoman.

He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my body.

The others stand just as close. Fredrico turns Gemma to face us before pointing to the ottoman.

She gets on her knees before moving down to rest on her elbows.

I feel wildly uncomfortable when he locks eyes with me, grabs her hips, and slams into her pussy.

He starts fucking her hard, and she whimpers every time he bottoms out.

She’s in pain, and we can all see it. I turn my head and look at Adrian before saying, “Why do some masters focus on pleasing the submissive, too, but some hurt their submissive?”

“Because some masters lack respect,” Adrian says. “Some masters are power hungry but only know how to take it out on submissives who just want to please their masters.”

“Wouldn’t that make those masters frauds?” Fiona asks, and Raul laughs.

I look back at Fredrico, and hatred is burning in his eyes as he rams into Gemma.

She is covering her mouth, and I can see the tears dropping down to the leather.

I am so fucking mad right now. Obedience or not, she doesn’t deserve to be abused.

I look at Adrian, and he sighs. I can see that he is pissed, too.

I turn and look at Thomas, wanting him to stop this bullshit.

“Is no one going to do anything?” I ask.

“It is not our responsibility to police how a master interacts with his submissive,” Thomas says. “Every dynamic is different.”

“That’s…” I start to say with my voice raised, but Adrian covers my mouth and leans down to whisper in my ear.

“Trust me, Little Dove. Gemma will not have to be with him for much longer,” he whispers in my ear. “Pretend you were scolded, and I’ll explain more tonight.”

“Yes, Master,” I say softly.

Fredrico continues until he finally comes. Unsurprisingly, he just stands and walks out, leaving Gemma to cope alone. Fiona squats down and strokes her head. I kneel and rub her back, prompting the other women to do the same. We sit with her as she sobs, and Talia helps get her clean.

When she is calmer, she stands and wipes her face.

Raul then grabs Fiona and pulls her over to their ottoman and lays her on her back.

Adrian moves me so I am right beside her, and Raul kisses up her thighs as he spreads her open.

He gently swirls his tongue around her clit, and her body shivers as she moans.

I watch as he lightly flicks his tongue until her body is trembling.

When he moves up, he hooks her legs over his arms and slowly fills her pussy.

She moans and grips onto him as he starts fucking her.

He quickens his pace and slams deeper and deeper until he is fucking her into screams.

“You’re panting, Little Dove. I bet my pretty girl is fucking dripping,” Adrian whispers in my ear. He pulls back and kicks my feet away before pushing his fingers into me. I slap my hand over my mouth and tighten my pussy around him.

“Adrian,” Thomas laughs.

“She’s just so fucking wet,” Adrian remarks.

He pulls out of me and wraps his arms back around my body.

He whispers in my ear, praising me and calling me his filthy little dove while I watch Fiona get fucked thoughtlessly.

By the time Raul comes, she is floating on a cloud and smiles weakly when he scoops her up to comfort her through her trip.

Fredrico returns, and we go through all of the others before Adrian pulls me over to our ottoman.

I’m not surprised when he lays me in the same position Fiona was in, but I am so fucking wet that he skips past the build-up and pushes my knees to my chest. I whine when he teases my clit with the head of his cock before pushing into me just a few inches.

He pulls out and slowly pushes back in. He does this over and over and over again until I am nearly crying.

“Please, Master,” I pant.

“What is it, Little Dove?” he asks with feigned innocence.

“Please fuck me hard,” I beg. “Please, Master. This is torture.”

“Oh, like this?” he asks, slamming the full length of his cock into me, dragging a long and dramatically loud moan out of me.

“Yes! That. Master, please!” I moan. He does it again, and I could fucking cry. It feels so amazing after being teased for so long.

“Scream, Little Dove. Let me hear how much you love my cock,” Adrian grunts.

He instantly finds a brutal pace. It’s different from when it was with Raul and Fiona because Adrian is pinning me to the ottoman and using his body weight to fuck me hard.

I come so hard that I am growing weak. It doesn’t stop the flood of arousal or my screams when an earth-shattering orgasm stabs through me.

By the time he comes, I am nearly unconscious.

One minute I am on the ottoman, but then the next I’m gasping and trying to throw myself off the bed in a panic.

“Woah! You’re okay. Breathe!” Adrian says as he pulls me back down on the bed.

“Christ, Adrian,” I sigh. “How long was I asleep?”

“For the rest of class,” he laughs. “Dinner is in a few minutes.”

“Damn,” I say. “That’s wild.”

“So… about Gemma,” he says. “There is a plan, and she knows… the only reason I’m telling you is because I want you to know she is okay.”

“Alright…” I say slowly.

I listen to the plan in both horror and pride. I’m so happy they are doing something, but I’m nervous that the plan might go awry and someone I care about will get hurt.