Page 18 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

All week has consisted of just… fucking obediently.

We kneel, bow, and position ourselves the way we are told to.

Some days, it’s rough and unforgiving. Sometimes, it’s slow and sweet.

Either way, I always come, and he always praises me for it.

The other submissives are treated with just as much respect, but the best part?

No Fredrico. He will be present at the testing and participate when appropriate, but otherwise, we are rid of him.

We have been relaxing today, for the most part. I have spent my time with the other submissives doing journaling, as the masters asked us to write them something to reflect on our time here thus far. Only Adrian will read mine, so I am speaking freely.

Dear Master,

Coming to this school, I was determined to hate it. I wanted nothing to do with learning or being part of a dynamic. I loathed the idea of submitting to someone, but then I met you.

When you came to me, you led with authority, but also respect. I was hurt and scared, but you saw me for who I was beyond all of that. From bringing me back to taking care of my body, you showed me in that moment that submitting didn’t have to feel like a punishment.

Every second I spend on my knees worshiping you is a dream I never knew my soul was begging for.

You are my heart and soul now, Adrian. I am completely and utterly devoted to serving you.

I may push back, but you always know what I need, even when I can’t see it for myself.

I do see a future for us where we continue to learn and grow outside of this school.

I feel like I should be thanking you for choosing me, but I think our souls were connected long before we ever met.

I love you in this lifetime, and I will continue to in every other moment for the rest of eternity.

Your Bratty Submissive, Alania

I smile down at my letter and feel proud of what I have written. I read it over a few times before Adrian and the other masters walked into the common area.

“Stand,” the headmaster commands. We all stand with our letters in hand before turning to face the masters.

When Adrian approaches me, I bow my head.

“You will be traveling with your master to The Void, which is a club owned by The Society. Upon arrival, you are to stay with your master at all times. There is absolutely no exception to this. If you need to use the restroom, he is to be with you. This is a public place, so you are never to be without your master. Keep your mouths shut and only speak when directly spoken to and given permission to talk by your master. Never make eye contact with another master unless instructed. You will be tested by many, and understand that if they see an opening, they’ll take it.

This means they will try to talk to you, get you alone, and even dominate you.

If you break any rule, you fail. If anyone but your master touches you, you fail.

If you fail, your master has the option to punish you or kill you. Understand?”

“Yes, headmaster,” we all say with our heads bowed.

“Go on and remember we are listening,” he says.

Adrian takes my hand and leads me out of the common area and down the corridor.

Once outside, we get into his car. Right away, he lifts my chin and puts his finger to his lips to tell me to keep quiet, and then points to his phone after setting it in the console between us.

I nod, and he leans over to softly kiss me.

I am now smiling like a fool, and he grins as he shifts the car out of park.

For the entire ride, Adrian holds my hand and we drive in complete silence.

We get to The Void, and Adrian comes around to open my door. I get out and bow my head, letting him lead me, with his hand on the small of my back, into the building.

“Welcome, Mr. Santos,” a man says. “And what is your name, Miss?”

Ha. Good try.

When I don’t respond or look up, Adrian says, “Alania Remington.”

“Perfect. Have a wonderful evening, Mr. Santos,” the man says. We walk in, and the room is dimly lit. I walk with Adrian until he stops at a table.

He pulls a chair out and sits before saying, “Kneel, Little Dove.”

I drop down and kneel beside him as other masters join, their submissives all sit the same way. Adrian gently strokes my hair, and I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. “Test their obedience with various commands. When you are ready, take them up one by one,” the headmaster says.

Adrian turns his seat out from the table before lifting my chin. “Be a good girl and worship my cock, Little Dove. Don’t make me come.”

“Yes, Master,” I purr.

Adrian sits back, and I turn to kneel in front of him.

I move his knees apart so I can get closer before unhooking his belt.

A server brings a round of beer, and he sips on it as I pull his cock free.

I can feel people watching me, but I just focus on this moment.

Adrian grunts when I slowly lick from the base of his cock all the way up to the head, tasting his piercings along the way.

“Eyes on me, Little Dove. Look at me when you swallow my cock,” Adrian grunts. I look up at him as I bring just the head into my mouth and suck. I swirl my tongue, and I suck harder, making his eyes flutter. When I take him down my throat and pull as much of him as I can into my mouth, he groans.

As I start bobbing up and down on his cock, I sense that someone is close.

I can feel that someone is about to touch me, so without even thinking about it, I pull off his cock and swing my elbow back.

I hear someone groan in pain behind me when I connect with his groin, but then resume worshiping my master.

“Good girl, Little Dove,” Adrian praises. He pulls me off him and stands. “Hands behind your back. Do not move or pull away from me. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I say as I clasp my hands behind my back. I am sitting up straight with my breasts pushed out when he grabs the sides of my face. I am about to open my mouth, but he gives me a look as if to remind me I am supposed to wait.

“Open wide and stick out your tongue. Do not move,” he says.

“Yes, Master,” I say before opening my mouth as wide as I can and extending my tongue.

Adrian smirks at me before abruptly shoving his cock down my throat and fucking my mouth deep and fast. I gag when he pushes deep, but I don’t move.

I keep looking up at him, even when tears run down my cheeks.

He keeps going and going, channeling all of his frustrations about having to be here into me, and I take it.

Every brutal and cruel stroke of his cock he makes down my throat has my pussy begging for the same damn near cruel treatment.

I can hear the murmurs of others. Some are in awe, while some are openly slut-shaming me, saying it’s obvious that I’ve sucked a lot of cock.

I guess they aren’t wrong. I know what I am doing, and Adrian knows how much I can handle.

Adrian is growling as he fucks my mouth, but as he gets close to coming, he says, “Suck, Little Dove. Suck your master dry.”

I immediately wrap my lips around his cock and suck as hard as I can as he continues to fuck my mouth.

I have my thighs squeezed together, and my clit is thrumming.

I whimper when I get the first taste, but it’s him moaning my name that sets something off inside me.

“Fuck, Alania. Such a good girl swallowing your master,” he moans.

My belly tightens, and I suck harder as I unexpectedly moan around his cock.

An orgasm gently rolls through me, making my pussy tighten around nothing, leaving me with an even deeper empty feeling.

When Adrian pulls out of my mouth, he yanks me up to my feet.

I definitely just came while he brutally fucked my mouth, and I don’t know if that broke the rules.

I put my head down and I’m sniffing back tears when he makes me lift my face as he cups my cheeks.

“Good girl, Alania. You are so damn beautiful coming while I fuck your mouth. Did that feel good, baby?”

“Yes, Master,” I sniffle.

“Why are you upset, Little Dove?”

“I didn’t mean to,” I squeak out. I hear chuckles around the room as Adrian grins.

“Pretty girl, look around the room,” he says, turning my face so I can see everyone. There are at least a hundred people here, but all the ones around us look goddamn feral. “See how many cocks out there are hard?”

“Yes, Master,” I say, seeing that several men are lazily stroking their cocks.

“You, my sweet Little Dove, had an orgasm while on your knees worshiping your masters cock. It was more than just obedience; it was enjoyment. You enjoyed submitting to me. So much so that your pretty little pussy just couldn’t help itself. You are drenched, are you not?”

“Yes, Master. I am,” I admit.

“Good, Little Dove. Go up to the stage and sit on the table. I want you to lie back with your pussy facing us. Keep your legs spread apart and make yourself come.”

“Yes, Master,” I say, immediately turning and doing as I am told.

I go up to the front and walk up the three steps to the stage.

I sit on the edge of the table and lie back before bringing my legs up so my feet are flat on the surface.

Several men grunt when I let my legs fall apart and bring my hand down to my dripping pussy.

I start by gently rubbing my clit, moaning at my soft touches.

I make myself groan when I push two of my fingers into my cunt to fuck myself.

My palm rubs my clit, and my pleasured noises get louder.

I feel like I should be shy about this or at least hesitant, but I’m not. I want to come so badly for him.

“Tell them how it feels, Little Dove,” Adrian says from a distance.

“It feels so good,” I moan, still fucking myself with my fingers.

“Is that what you want? You want to come on your fingers for everyone?”

“No,” I whimper.

“Then what?”

“I want to come for my master,” I say, panting. “I want my master inside of me.”

I hear someone on the stage, and I know it’s not Adrian. I jump up and scurry away from the obviously drunk man with his dick out. He is now standing exactly where he would need to be to fuck me. I don’t know if it was a test or if he was really that creepy, but he was about to try to fuck me.

“Robert, get off the stage,” Adrian says simply.

The look in his eyes is dangerous, and when the man looks at him, he understands the danger he is in and stumbles away.

Adrian looks at me and smiles as he walks to me.

Before I get a chance to drop my head, he kisses me hard and pushes me back toward the table.

I am bent over, gripping the side of the table, and Adrian matches his earlier energy by grabbing my hips and ramming into me.

I gasp loudly and yell out, “Oh fuck!” Then he starts fucking me painfully hard and deep.

He has been working me up to this, and it’s every bit as brutal as I expected.

Despite the aggressive approach, he brings me to an orgasm in seconds.

When my legs get shaky, he pushes me forward a couple of steps so I can lay over the table and hold onto the other side.

He continues to pound into me, and I am moaning so loud that my voice is echoing off the walls.

“Fuck. Come with me, Alania. Now ,” Adrian growls.

My body is obedient to his demands, and I immediately come so hard that it coats my legs and the floor.

He groans and fucks his come as deep as my body will let him.

As soon as he pulls out of me, my legs give out.

Adrian catches me before I hit the ground and scoops me into his arms.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Alania,” he praises as he holds me closely.

“Did I pass?” I mutter.

“Yes, Little Dove. You more than passed,” he says, kissing my head.