Page 27 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

“Breathe,” Brent says, rubbing my thighs. “If anyone releases that, it would be Edward. All we would have to do is reveal that you were bought and we aren’t related. All of his abuse would come out, and he’d be dead within the hour.”

“Yeah,” I say with a sigh.

“Now… let’s talk about the gun,” Brent says.

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, putting my head down.

“Why did you do it?” he asks.

“Because I wanted to stop loving you,” I say remorsefully. “I couldn’t stand the thought of not having you. I overreacted, and I didn't know how to calm down.”

“Do you still want to die?” he asks.

“No,” I say. “I’m sorry. Truly. I won’t do that again.”

Brent pulls me down and grabs my face to kiss me hard. “Clothes off and get on your hands and knees on the floor,” he says, kissing me once more.

“I am not barking for you,” I declare.

“Well, you are a bitch,” he says with a grin.

“You ass!”

“I have a better idea,” Adrian says with a wicked grin. “Show him the basement.”

“Ugh!” I groan. Adrian grabs my chin and kisses me hard.

“‘Yes, sir’ is the only thing that should be coming out of your mouth, Little Dove,” Adrian growls. I swallow hard and nod, making him smile. “I can’t hear you, Little Dove.”

“Yes, sir,” I say softly.

“Good girl,” he says. “Go on. Get undressed and present yourself.”

I get up and take Brent by the hand to lead him downstairs. When we get down there, I groan. “You are dying to be a brat, aren’t you?” Brent asks with a smirk.

“Yes,” I laugh.

“But you also love making him proud,” he says. “You can find stability without being disobedient.”

“How?” I ask.

“By trusting that when he comes down here, he will know exactly what you need,” Brent says. “Go on. Do as he said.”

“You just want to see me naked,” I say as I pull my shirt off.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he grunts.

“Feels nice to say?” I ask with a laugh.

“So fucking good. Not as good as your cunt though,” he says, scanning my body as I take my panties off. I sink down to my knees, straighten my back with my hands on my slightly parted thighs, and drop my head.

I hear footsteps on the basement steps, but I fight the urge to look up. I only do when Adrian lifts my chin. “Good girl, Alania,” he says warmly.

“Thank you, Mas… Sir,” I say, correcting myself.

“You are not being punished,” Adrian says.

“I will never punish you for your mental health. I will never make you feel like you have to be okay, because sometimes we have to fall apart to get all the pieces into a different order. What you did today was nothing short of strong. You fought for yourself, even when you didn’t want to.

You may think you gave up, but you didn’t.

You sitting here on your knees for me rather than a victim of your own hand proves it. ”

“Thank you,” I say tearfully. “Now… I’m going to say this to both of you, and I want you to just accept it. It’s not up for debate.”

“Should I start calling you sir, too?” Brent asks with a chuckle.

Adrian turns and, without skipping a beat, says, “Are you going to be my good boy and get on your knees too, Brently?” Brent’s smile disappears from his face, and his eyes go wide when Adrian steps toward him.

He is challenging him, and my jaw is on the fucking floor. “Go ahead, Brent. Get on your knees.”

“Are you going to make me?” Brent quips back.

“Do you want me to make you?” Adrian asks with a sweet smile. “Because if I do… Alania’s reward for fighting for herself will be seeing you get bent over her lap and fucked to tears.”

“Make him,” I say. “Please, God. Make him.” They both look at me with smirks, and a blush heats my face. “Sorry. Ignore me.”

“You like the idea of that?” Brent asks me honestly.

“Absolutely. I wrongly assumed Adrian wasn’t bisexual because he said he wasn’t into pegging, but… clearly I assumed wrong.”

Brent looks at Adrian, and a smile stretches across his face. “How about we fight for dominance?” Brent suggests.

“I’m listening,” Adrian says with a smile.

“We both undress, and we wrestle. Loser gets fucked,” Brent explains.

“What if you are getting fucked but then get out of it?” Adrian asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, then the first to come in the other’s ass is the winner. Specific enough?” Brent asks.

“Deal,” Adrian says, and they both look at me. “And you, Little Dove, will be the judge.”

“Fuck yeah!” I say happily.

“Go sit against the wall,” Adrian laughs.

“Yes, sir!” I practically throw myself across the room to sit while they undress. Brent comes over and brings my feet up so that they are flat on the floor. He pulls my legs apart before placing my hands on my knees.

“Do not move,” he says firmly. “Do not touch yourself.”

“Oh, come on!” I complain.

“If you move your hands, you will be punished,” he warns. “And before you think it’s worth it, it will be writing sentences.”

“Fuck!” I laugh. “Okay. Okay. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” he says, gently kissing me before walking away.

When he gets to Adrian, he stuns us both by grabbing his cock and stroking him, spreading lubricant on him.

Brent groans and takes the bottle and does the same thing to him.

I watch these two incredible men stroke each other while making direct eye contact, and all I want to do is come.

Adrian, out of nowhere, grabs his wrists and twists them behind his back so he can shove him against the table behind them. “Ah fuck!” Brent groans when Adrian slides into his ass. “You distracted me.”

“Or maybe you just wanted to be my submissive little fuck toy,” Adrian grunts as he starts to slowly fuck him deep. “Why so tense, pretty boy?”

“Fuck you,” Brent growls. Adrian pulls out and rams back into him, making him moan. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Adrian,” Brent pants.

“Says the man with my cock in his ass,” Adrian chuckles before grabbing a tight hold of his hips. Adrian looks up at me and winks before he starts pounding into his ass, making him cry out with every deep stroke of his cock.

“Oh fuck!” Adrian moans and pushes his hips back.

I didn’t think Adrian would fall for it, but he does.

Adrian lets Brent push back on him, fucking himself on his cock.

They both moan, and the moment Adrian loosens his grip on Brent, he pushes back from the table.

This allows Brent to push back one last time before pulling away and slipping out of his grip.

When Adrian lunges for him, Brent has lured him across the room, toward me, so all he has to do is side-step and grab Adrian’s arm.

Brent twists it until Adrian gives in and goes down to his knees.

“Fuck, Brent,” Adrian complains.

“He’s a black belt, by the way,” I giggle.

“No fucking kidding,” he groans as Brent kneels behind him.

I think he’s about to bend him over, and Adrian looks stunned, almost. Instead of forcing him down, he grabs his hair and pulls his head back.

“Be very careful with what you start with me, Adrian. I’ll find too much enjoyment from breaking you in,” Brent says.

Adrian is looking at me, and I am grinning from ear to ear. “What’s it gonna be, Adrian? Are you going to let me win, or are you going to come on my cock with tears in your eyes?”

“This doesn’t mean I am your bitch,” Adrian growls.

“Far from it, Adrian. We can both be dominant and both bend for each other. Just like we both know Alania would be a sadistic pleasure dom if given the chance… Switching doesn’t have to be degrading.”

“I’ve not… Taken anyone. Only given,” he admits quietly. Brent releases his arms, and Adrian relaxes a bit.

“Do you want it?” he asks.

“I want to try…” Adrian is struggling, but seeing them like this is so damn sexy. The tenderness is incredible.

“How are you with pain?”

“Fine,” Adrian asks.

“I can promise you, I won’t cause you any damage. Can you trust me?”

“Yes,” Adrian answers.

“Then be my good boy and let me break in your virgin ass, Adrian. Let me show you a different kind of pleasure.”

I squeak when Adrian suddenly grabs me and throws me down on the floor in front of him.

“Wait! You were just in his ass,” I laugh and wiggle.

He slaps my ass hard before spreading me and spitting on my ass.

As he slowly fills my ass, he pushes me flat and buries his face in my neck.

I move his hands from where they are on the floor at my waist to leaning down on his forearms in front of me so I can lay my head on his arms. I gently pepper his arms with kisses and groan at how full I feel.

“Fuck,” Adrian hisses. “Jesus, Brent.”

“Fuck our girl and relax, Adrian. You’re doing so well,” Brent praises.

Adrian groans and starts fucking my ass with slow, shallow strokes. “God, you feel so good,” I moan.

“Oh my God,” Adrian moans. “Fuck that hurts.”

“Take the pain out on me,” I pant. He grunts, but starts fucking me again. I know in doing so, it’s forcing him to take Brent deeper. They both have massive fucking dicks, so I know it’s no easy task.

“Fuuuck,” Adrian growls.

“Come on, baby. Take it out on me,” I say.

“I’ll hurt you,” he grits.

“I can handle it. Come on. You can do it, baby. We are right here if you want it,” I say.

“God, I want it. Slow is agonizing, though,” Adrian says, still slowly fucking my ass.

“I can fuck you just like I would her,” Brent groans. “Say the word and you’ll be my fuck toy.”

“Please,” Adrian begs.

Brent doesn’t give any kind of warning before he suddenly starts fucking his ass hard, fast, and deep. Adrian damn near splits me in two when he growls in my ear as he finds the rhythm to match so he can fuck my ass just as hard. We are all moaning loudly, and Brent is the one leading.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I moan and claw at the floor.

“I’m sorry. I can’t… fuck. I can’t help it,” Adrian moans as he pounds me into the floor.

“Harder. Please,” I beg. He immediately responds and starts taking longer strokes in and out of my ass, forcing Brent into him.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” Brent grunts, slamming into him between each word. “Fill our girl’s ass. Come for us.”

Adrian is moaning wildly, and I am lost in my orgasm, and every thrust keeps me locked in my daze. By the time I realize everything has stopped, I am being laid on a bed. I whine.

“You okay, Nia?” Brent asks with a chuckle.

“Why am I the one who blacked out?” I complain.

“Because you were already worked up and naturally sensitive,” he says, kissing my forehead.

“Where is Adrian?”

“Behind you,” he says. I roll and see Adrian lying on his side with his arm tucked under his head. He’s silently watching me, but he seems different. I move closer, and he pulls me to his chest. Instead of snuggling into him, I cup his cheek. He lays his hand over mine and smiles softly.

“I’m proud of you, Adrian,” I say softly. “And don’t think too far into that, either. I’m proud of you for opening yourself up despite every part of this society shutting you down. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you or what you feel.”

“Mom and Dad have always supported me, but… Fuck,” he sighs and closes his eyes.

“When I was fourteen, Dad almost died, Mom tried to balance everything while keeping him a secret… I found comfort in someone… When The Society found out, I was spared only because of Dad, and it would draw too much attention if I died too… A bunch of men in masks showed up and caught us. I was made to sit there and watch them torture him to death… Hearing him cry for his mom… for God… Begging me to run and save myself… it scared the fuck out of me. When he died… all of them used my mouth… for hours... I learned to keep my mouth shut. Mom told me she didn’t want me to hide myself, but she needed me alive.

I decided then that I would do what was required of me, but I would take revenge for me, my dad, Edgar, and his family. ”

“Edgar…” I say. “How do I know that name?”

“He was Raul’s older brother,” Adrian tells me. “Raul knows what happened. He’s probably the only one who knows the details. I offered to explain to his parents, but they said they trusted me and knew Edgar cared about me.”

“I’m so sorry,” I say quietly.

“This society wasn’t like this before. Dad formed it to normalize BDSM in healthy relationships.

It saved my mom from the effects of childhood abuse.

It taught my father how to control his anger and be who Mom needed when they met.

It was optional and consensual. Women were not just toys to break.

All types of relationships were acceptable,” Adrian explains.

“What were you saying before when Brent was a brat?” I ask, but scream when Brent smacks my ass. Adrian smiles as Brent lays behind me. He is propped up on his elbow with his arm across me and resting on Adrian’s side.

“Well,” Adrian says. “I want you to come to the council meeting. All three of us…”

“And make all of this known?” I ask.

“I… fuck. I don’t know. I know I don’t want you to have to hide what you have with Brent.”

“We,” I say. “What we have with Brent. They’ll come after us anyway, baby. Things don’t get fixed by being nice.”

“What do you mean?” Adrian asks.

“Let’s start a fucking war,” I say with a smile.