Page 23 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

I have been having the same dream at night.

It’s simple, really. In this dream, Brent shows up and says something about how I got to fuck him, so now he gets to fuck me.

I fight him, but he fucks me anyway. For some reason, the thought of him holding me down and ruthlessly fucking me is enough to make me grind on Adrian in my sleep until I come for real.

The last two nights, he has helped. This morning, I woke to his fingers in my pussy.

I had my leg draped over his waist, and I was fucking myself on his hand.

I was half awake, but I didn’t stop. I kept rocking my hips and moaning.

I didn’t feel as bad, since I at least knew it was Adrian.

Every morning, I sob because I feel like I’m violating Brent all over again. Knowing the truth now helps, though.

I am standing in a makeshift cell. There is a table, a spanking bench, and restraints everywhere, but Adrian placed me in an adjustable swing.

My wrists and ankles are restrained, and there are straps around my thighs so I can be easily transitioned into other positions.

Right now, I am suspended with my arms above my head, and I’m in a seated position with my knees pushed to my chest and spread apart.

I have my eyes closed and I am relaxing while the loud music thumps through the club. We are in a back room, separate from the main floor. The other girls are here too.

I hear someone come into my cell, and I open my eyes.

I see a man with a ski mask on. He is tall and muscular.

His appearance is hidden, but I can tell that it is Eli.

I watch as he goes over and picks up a wand massager.

Not just the little one, either. He picks the giant brain fryer.

I gasp when he drops his head and lifts his mask just enough to expose his mouth so he can start licking my pussy. I moan and wiggle in my restraints.

“Ow!” I yelp when he leans back and smacks my pussy. He does it again, but then presses the wand to my clit and turns it on high. “Fuck!” I scream out as the vibrations shock my clit, and I am suddenly forced to come. My thighs shake when he doesn’t let up.

With one hand, Eli pulls his cock out and coats himself with lube. As another orgasm rocks through me, Eli fills my ass.

“Oh dear God,” I groan. He chuckles and removes the wand, but then he clips something onto my clit. “What is… Oh God!”

I moan loudly as the clip vibrates. It’s subtle but exceptionally direct.

Eli holds my hips tightly as he starts fucking my ass hard and deep.

He uses my body weight to swing me so he can slam into me over and over again.

My head falls back, and I am nearly screaming as my body shakes from a constant orgasm.

Before he comes, though, he stops and stays buried in my ass.

He groans when my body tightens as I come, but he doesn’t move.

After two more orgasms, he starts moving again.

He repeats this over and over again until the timer gives a two-minute warning.

That’s when he lets loose and starts slamming into me hard and fast. I am nearly in tears from how tight my belly is.

When the pressure breaks, my eyes roll back, and I come hard.

When he pulls out of me, he disappears. I am left panting, but that thing is still on my clit.

I hardly notice anyone is in here until he slowly slides into my pussy.

I groan and force my eyes open. The man is older and doesn’t look up at me as he starts to fuck me.

He is average in size, but it still feels amazing.

He is sliding into me at an angle that has him smashing into my G-spot, and as he quickens his pace, my moans get louder.

“Shit, that’s good,” I moan and let my head fall back.

“You don’t have to pretend. They won’t judge you for that,” the man mutters as he fucks me.

“I’m not,” I moan. “Fuck, you don’t have to be nice.”

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Feel how wet I am?” I ask.

“Mmmm. You’re fucking dripping,” he groans. “Someone has already filled your tight pussy, haven’t they? Were they bigger?”

“You’re the first to use my pussy today,” I moan.

“Tell me how small I am,” he grunts. “Do it. Tell me.”

“You’re the smallest I’ve been with at this school,” I say, and he rams into me harder. He likes being degraded. He wants me to be mean. “So fucking small. I can hardly feel you.”

That is a goddamn lie because I can definitely feel him. My thighs are trembling, and I am moaning. He slams into me over and over again, fueled by humiliation. He moans deliciously loud when I say, “fucking pathetic.”

“Yes. Keep going,” he whimpers.

Fuck, this sweet man. He just wants to please me. He takes the clip off me before he starts rubbing my clit.

“You’re pathetic,” I moan. “I’m going to have to get myself off after this. You feel like nothing. Nothing. Oh, Jesus!” I moan loudly when he pinches my clit and moves faster. “Fuck, you’re so small. How can a dick be so tiny?”

“Yes. God, yes,” he moans. “More.”

“Are you in me? I can’t feel it,” I moan. I don’t know how to degrade a man, but I’m trying for him. “A real man would know how to fuck me.”

The man groans and slams into me over and over again until my come floods out, and I moan loudly as I tighten around his cock. He growls as he fucks his come deep, but then immediately drops down and pulls his mask up to shove his tongue into my pussy.

I moan and wiggle as he eats his come out of my pussy, but surprises me when he does the same to my ass.

As if he were desperate to follow a command, he eats me until I am stammering and stuttering.

When he stops, he adjusts the straps on the swing so I can relax more with less strain on my arms. He adds a strap around my hips, and I groan as I fully relax.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“No, thank you for indulging,” he says, kissing my forehead and pulling his mask down. “Adrian is a good man. You should feel honored to be hunted by him.”

And then he is gone.

The next man who comes in simply turns my face to the side and starts fucking my mouth.

I suck him and he pushes deeper. When I hear this man moaning, right away I know it’s the headmaster.

I keep sucking, but open my eyes to look up at him as he fucks my mouth.

His eyes meet mine, and he groans, “Don’t look at me like that.

I’ve wanted this bratty fucking mouth since you first got into my school. ”

He pulls out of my mouth, and I can’t help but tempt him.

“Then get me out of this swing and put me on my knees if you think you are so powerful,” I say.

“You just want out of the swing,” he chuckles.

“Your son fucks better than you,” I say, and he picks up my body to pull the restraints off me. When he sets me on my feet, I nearly collapse. Instead, he lays me on the table and pulls my head off the end.

“Open your mouth and thank me, Alania,” he grunts, cradling the back of my neck.

I open my mouth, and he pushes all the way down my throat.

I gag softly when he starts rocking his hips, but I start sucking his cock, and I relax.

He keeps his hand on the back of my neck as he squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples.

I grab the backs of his thighs, and he whimpers when I suck harder.

“Fuck, this mouth. Yes! Fuck yes!” He moans, desperately sliding his cock in and out of my throat. When he explodes in my mouth, I swallow him, and he whimpers again.

“Jesus, girl,” he pants and backs off from me.

“You can thank me by warning me who is next,” I say, and he laughs.

“Next is a man named Ralph. He will treat you well. Raul is after him. Seventh, I don’t know. They didn’t give a name, and they’ve kept their face covered. Fredrico hasn’t even been here, so there isn’t an issue there. Just someone who is probably married and afraid of his wife.”

“Okay,” I laugh.

“Take care of yourself, Alania. Adrian is a good man, but even he has enemies.”

“What’s life without some drama?” I say as he moves me down on the table so I can relax.

The next man takes my ass, but leaves right after, allowing me to relax for a while before Raul comes in. He moves us to a chair and has me sit on his cock and ride him while he holds a wand on my clit. I come so hard that he ends up laying me back on the table, where I unintentionally fall asleep.

I wake to a warm hand on my face. When I open my eyes. The man has a scream mask on. “Hot,” I mutter.

He pulls me up from the table and points to the floor.

I sink to my knees, and he towers over me.

He starts by pulling his massive cock free.

I look up at him as I stroke him and see something familiar looking back at me.

When I take him into my mouth, he watches as I take his cock down my throat and suck hard.

He is huge, and I can’t get all of him into my mouth.

As I bob on his cock, he strokes my hair.

After a second, he pulls me up and sits me on the table so he can push my legs apart.

As he slides his cock into me, I gasp and grab his wrists.

“Jesus Christ!” I cry out when he starts rocking his hips.

I feel like I am going to explode as he goes harder and harder.

He lets go of my legs and grabs my hips, forcing memories into my mind.

I lie back and squeeze my eyes shut, but he goes harder, reaching deeper.

No matter how hard I fight the memory, it’s there.

I can’t picture anything else, and it’s destroying me.

This man has me coming so hard I can’t see straight, and I arch off the table mumbling incoherent words.

He fucks as hard and long as Adrian does.

I’d sell my soul to the fucking devil to have both of them fuck me at the same time.

Mask or not, I don’t care. The timer goes off for the two-minute warning, and he is still pumping away.

It sounds again, and I hear Adrian come into the makeshift cell.

The man inside me falters his rhythm, but Adrian speaks up.

“You’re okay. Keep going,” Adrian says as he walks around the table.

“I can’t come anymore,” I whine. “Fuck!”

“You can come again, Little Dove. How does it feel?”

“So good. So fucking good,” I moan. “He’s so big… Fuck, I’m so full.”

“Tell him, Little Dove. Tell him it’s not a dream,” he says. The man inside me grunts, and it all clicks.

“Oh, dear God. It’s Brent,” I whine. He goes to pull away from me, but I grab his wrists and sit up. He pulls out of me, but doesn’t move. He still has a full face mask on. I reach for him, and he flinches away. “Let me…”

Brent steps closer, and I pull the mask off him. He drops his head in shame, but I take his face between my hands and pull him closer. “If you walk out of here without coming after killing several of my brain cells, I will stab you,” I say sweetly, making him smile as tears roll down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Nia. I shouldn’t have…”

“Tell him,” Adrian says.

“Tell me what?” Brent asks me. I smile, and he seems to panic a bit. “Alania. What is…”

“We aren’t siblings, Brent,” I say.

“Alania, saying that doesn’t change…”

“Adrian said I am a ghost. There is no record of my birth, and Mom has no records of ever being pregnant,” I say. “Raul apparently stole my DNA and sent it off to a friend who works at a lab. Adrian did the same from the cup you drank out of last week… We aren’t even a little related.”

“Then who…”

“Do you remember when I was little, probably about five, I couldn’t talk very well?” I ask.

“Yeah…”

“It’s because I didn’t know English very well,” I say. “Fuck face was in Russia for a year around the time that I would have been born, so adding that with everything else…”

“He bought you,” Brent says.

“Bingo,” I say with a smile. “So, don’t feel guilty for coming in here… Well, you haven’t actually come. Speaking of, do you always fuck for an hour, because goddamn.”

“I was just too in my head,” he says quietly.

“What happened?” I ask. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing, Nia. I…”

“No,” I say firmly. “What?”

“Alania,” he says with a heavy sigh. “I confronted Dad about everything yesterday. He said I was just like him, and I believed it. I can’t get you out of my fucking head, so I thought if I came here, I could stop thinking about how you felt wrapped around my dick.”

“What do you think now?” I ask.

“I think he was right,” he admits.

“Then punish me like he did,” I say as I grab hold of his cock and guide him back to my pussy. He sighs when I use my other hand to pull him closer so his cock will fill me.

“I don’t want to punish you, Nia. I want to fucking worship you,” Brent grunts, jerking his hips forward to slam his cock into me. “Fuck, little sister. Your cunt is fucking weeping for me.”

“Fuck me, Brent,” I say. “But Adrian better get his ass over here and help.”

“One step ahead of you, Little Dove,” Adrian says. He pats the table, and Brent pulls me off to stand before replacing my spot on the table and sitting at the end. I walk around to stand in front of him, and he grabs the backs of my legs to pull me up into his lap.

“Best big brother ever,” I laugh.

“You are such a fucking brat,” he says with a smile as he forces me down on his cock.

“And what are you going to do about it?” I ask as I push him back to lie.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond before I start bouncing on his cock.

He grabs hold of my hips and squeezes as I whimper.

Just as I am about to come again, he suddenly pulls me down to my knees, and Adrian slams into my ass.

They both start to move, and I moan loudly as they alternate brutal strokes.

They steadily quicken their speed, uncaring of my pleasured screams. I eventually bury my face in his neck as they pound into me as hard as they can.

I feel so full and stretched by them; nothing will ever feel as good as this right here.

My body stiffens, and I groan from deep in my chest, dragging them into their own release. We come together, and I am in tears from how fucking violent they are as they fuck my now limp body. I can feel their cocks swell before they fill me with come.

They eventually pull out of me, and one of them cleans my body. I am completely spent and happier than I have ever been before. Nothing will be able to ruin this feeling…. Right?