Page 13 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

I am sitting in the common area with the other women while the masters are in a meeting with the headmaster and the training masters.

We are allowed to socialize, but most of us are sitting quietly.

We know there are cameras and audio in here, so none of us wants to say something we shouldn’t accidentally.

I know Adrian is far more lenient than some of the other Masters, at least from what I see.

Everyone but Gemma seems to be paired perfectly.

When the masters walk in, with them are the training masters and the headmaster.

“Let’s go, ladies,” the headmaster says.

We all stand, and Adrian comes to me while the others go to their submissives.

We all walk out of the common area and make our way upstairs.

When we get to our ottoman, the training masters stay up front.

“Okay, so I will be leading the class today. The masters in training are joining you today as part of their lesson as well, so you will get a chance to see part of their training too,” the headmaster says.

“Boys, I have already told you who you are paired with, so go to them and introduce yourself to your submissive for the day.”

One man comes over and brings the chair around to sit with us. I am in front of Adrian as I usually am. He looks at Adrian as if he is unsure of what to do. “You may speak to her,” Adrian says simply.

“I am Mark Hamilton,” he says to me. “It is nice to meet you, Alania.”

“Likewise… Erm…” I start to say, but stop. “Master?”

“You would refer to him as Master,” Adrian tells me. “Mark is the headmaster's son.”

“Oh,” I say.

“I went to high school with your brother, Brent,” he says with a small smile.

“Oh. I wasn’t allowed to socialize with… well, anyone,” I say. “Brent is wonderful, though.”

“He’s a good guy,” Mark says simply. “Adrian, anything I should know?”

“She has rape and physical abuse trauma from her father. Her back is covered with scars, so I’m not sure how she will handle today,” Adrian says.

“What are… I’m sorry,” I start to ask, but stop. I don’t know if I’m allowed to talk when they are talking.

“It’s okay, Little Dove,” Adrian says, patting my thigh. “Continue.”

“What are we doing today?”

“Temperature play,” he says. “Specifically, it will be ice and then wax.”

“Oh,” I say.

“Alright, everyone,” the headmaster says.

“We will be working with ice and wax today.

I want to cover a bit about the process and safety before we begin.

Training masters, you may be leading, but your submissive still answers to her master.

You are a guest in their dynamic right now, so respect their rules.

If they request something be done a certain way, do not argue.

You are not to issue punishment or take corrective measures.

Submissives will address you the way her master tells her to, and if that is by your name, so be it.

“Now, temperature play is a form of sensory play. It is meant to be soothing, but some might not respond that way or simply do not like the feeling… It is vital that you always test the temperature on yourself first before you ever put wax on a submissive. I suggest the inside of your wrist, and if it’s too hot for you, it could burn her. ”

“You should only ever use low-temperature paraffin or soy wax to prevent burning.

Never drop from a full flame and keep it at least twelve inches above her to allow the wax to cool on its descent.

The last thing you want is to blister your submissive, so again, always test the temperature.

You can also add mineral oil to help with removing the wax.

Additionally, you should never drip wax on the genitalia or the face.

Today, just the back and buttocks. If her master approves, the thighs as well…

These candles are not scented, but they do make some with scents.

Make sure you know of any allergies your submissive may have beforehand.

“Now… the contrast between the ice and wax will offer a subtle shock to her body, but she should never be in pain. Pay attention to her body and check in with her to ensure she is comfortable… You may begin.”

“Get undressed, Little Dove,” Adrian says. “Then, you can lie on the ottoman on your belly.”

“Yes, Master,” I say. I stand, and Adrian does too. He watches as I undress, but Mark doesn’t, and I lie on the ottoman. I have my arms folded under my head so I can bury my face. Adrian sweeps my hair off my back, and I hear a bottle open.

“We are going to apply mineral oil to your back, bottom, and thighs,” Adrian says. My entire body shivers when he drips it on my body, but I relax when he starts rubbing it into my back. Mark is noticeably hesitant but eventually begins. He slowly and gently massages the oil into my thighs.

“Mark, you might be a guest, but you still have permission to touch her. So, touch her,” Adrian says quietly.

“You mean…”

“Since when do we do anything without somehow involving their cunts?” Adrian asks with a chuckle. “Little Dove, do you want Master Mark to feel how excited you are?”

“Yes, Master,” I pant.

“Good girl. Open up for him.” I pull my legs apart, and Mark slowly slides his hands up my inner thighs. I sigh when he cups my pussy and gently rubs my clit. “Good. Feel how wet she is.”

“Oh Christ,” I groan when he slides his fingers into me. My pussy tightens around him as he starts sliding in and out of me.

“That’s it. Feel how she grips onto you? The more she gives, the more you give. She is leading her pleasure but willingly letting you control it,” Adrian instructs. I am getting the vibe that Mark isn’t dominant, and Adrian is helping him, knowing I will go along with it.

“She is leading?” Mark asks. “But…”

“No matter what anyone tells you, the submissive should be the one leading. Read her body and you’ll know exactly what she needs,” Adrian says. “She may take commands from us, but it’s only fueling her desire to submit and relinquish control to you. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah. Kinda,” Mark says.

“What does she want? Read her body,” Adrian says.

“She wants to come,” Mark says.

“Exactly. Now, here is where it’s tricky. She is leading, but has given up control. This means you are making decisions for her because she has given you that control. It’s your responsibility to judge if she is worthy. Has she been a good girl? Is she in need of a punishment or a lesson?”

“No. She’s being good,” Mark answers.

“Right, so give her what she wants. Make her come. She enjoys intensity and pain, so push it as far as possible,” Adrian says, still rubbing the oil into my skin.

He moves to kneading my shoulders as Mark lays one hand on my lower back while he pulls my legs far apart.

Mark starts pumping his two fingers in and out of my pussy, but adds a third. He keeps going, pushing deeply.

“Oh, that’s good,” I moan.

“More?” Mark asks Adrian.

“Give her everything, just go slow. Watch her body,” he says. “What do you want?”

“I want to see how much she can take,” Mark says.

“Then do it. Her body is relaxed,” Adrian says.

Mark starts fucking me with his hand, but I gasp loudly when ice trails down my spine. Mark slips a fourth finger in and is forcing as much of his hand into me as he can while still sliding in and out. I am panting like a dog while little whimpers and moans slip out.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp when hot wax trails down my spine on the same path that the ice took.

“Men, didn’t I instruct the training masters to handle the wax?” the headmaster scolds.

“I made a decision for my submissive. She has trauma surrounding the scars on her back. Mark is inexperienced, but I am not. He is learning plenty,” Adrian says. “Now, you’re distracting my submissive. If you want to be over here, stop talking.”

I am shocked by him speaking to the headmaster like that, especially considering he runs The Society as a whole.

The headmaster goes silent, and Mark fucks me harder with his hand.

I am moaning louder, and the combination of ice and heat on my back, bottom, and thighs is soothing.

The wax stings but only for a second. It leaves my body tingling, and my moans only get louder.

“Oh, I’m gonna… oh God!” I groan, but when Adrian pours wax on my lower back and it’s a little hotter than usual, it triggers an explosive orgasm.

My arousal floods out, and Mark continues until my body finally relaxes.

My body is shaking, and I am dazed as they clean my body and the ottoman.

Once Adrian has me dressed, he scoops me into his arms so I can curl up in his lap.

As I wake, I can tell I am lying with Adrian. When I open my eyes, I see him in front of me smiling. We are on our sides, and he has his hand on my waist. “Hey,” he says. “So it seems that you crash hard after intense scenes.”

“It’s late again, isn’t it?” I mutter.

“It is,” he says. “It’s okay, though. Don’t worry. Some people are like that.”

“How is Mark?”

“Why do you ask?” Adrian questions.

“He doesn’t seem to be very dominant. Just wondering if he hyperventilated,” I say, and Adrian laughs.

“No, I think Mark is a submissive. The Society doesn’t exactly support that, so a lot of us are doing what we can to help him.”

“Can I speak freely?”

“Always,” he says. “What is it?”

“Headmaster isn’t very… he seems weak,” I say, and Adrian smirks. “If I am supposed to trust him as the leader of this society, he should not bend so easily with the rules.”

“Do you have a theory?”

“I think there is far more to The Society than what anyone is being told. Much of the history has been either erased or buried,” I say. “He is lying.”

“I agree,” Adrian says. “I don’t know what he is hiding, but it’s something. There is a lot I can’t say while we are in here, but I will when we are married and away from all this.”

“Is this a trick? Are you really this… normal?” I ask.

“I am not your father, Little Dove,” Adrian says softly. “And you are not your mother. Together, we will rule.”

“Rule… Only leaders rule,” I remark.

“Exactly,” he replies with a wicked grin before kissing me deeply.