Page 32 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

One Month Later

The last month has been insane, but incredible.

During the day, I work with Adrian, Brent, Fiona, and Raul.

At night, I am a fuck toy. Literally . Adrian and Brent take turns fucking me several times a day.

They play with each other too, and I love it.

We live together with Raul and Fiona because they found it easier with everything happening.

Raul is very blunt with his attraction towards me, but he hasn’t made any moves.

Fiona will occasionally annoy Adrian, and he will throat-fuck her, but that’s as far as it has gone.

I hope one day we can all play together.

The transition of power has gone surprisingly well.

A few protested, but both Adrian and Brent have led with a sense of compassion that no one has seen in twenty years.

Expectations are held firmly, but they explain everything.

Even when they had a man executed for beating his wife, Adrian explained why he had to die.

I think everyone seeing the man die put a lot into perspective because people started outing abusive doms.

They made both the submissive school and the submissive services for unwed doms voluntary.

I expected all of the women to run, but most of them stayed once they saw that they were truly safe.

From there, all programs have been rewritten and all doms evaluated.

The dom training is more intensive, and they’re now required to experience submission because you cannot know what a submissive experiences otherwise.

A new class is due to start today under the new rules and regulations.

Jax is leading security, but he is also one of the trainers.

We decided that we should have a group of dominants that rotate through and help train.

This way, the masters can focus on their submissive and only their submissive.

They all take a test and are paired based on compatibility and can only switch if both parties agree.

If one doesn’t, everything is reevaluated.

It could be a mitigation to work through a disagreement, but if one party isn’t content, then they are matched with a new partner.

In short, no one is forced to be with anyone.

Everything is based on consent. At the end of it, a master must be chosen by a submissive in order for her to be hunted.

She could give consent to no one, one person, or several.

The choice is up to the submissive. This also plays into anyone being able to be dominant, submissive, or even a switch.

We have made sure to make space for switches because they do exist.

Edward is in the wind, but we are closing in on who my biological family might be. We’ve narrowed it down, but we have a few things to cross off before we can say for certain.

I walk down the corridor toward the living quarters, and I can hear the buzz of excitement echoing down the hallway. When I walk in, a hush falls over everyone.

I’ll never get used to that…

All masters and submissives turn and look at me, but it’s Adrian and Brent that catch my attention. They’re smiling brightly at me, and it makes happiness flutter in my belly. “Good morning,” I say.

“Good morning, Mommy!” All of the submissives say happily. Raul bursts into laughter when I punch Brent in the arm.

“Do not call me that,” I laugh and look at one of the girls. “Which one told you all to call me that?”

“Uh… Master Adrian, ma’am,” she says sweetly.

“Well, if Master Adrian wants to be a good boy, he….” I stop and squeal when Adrian wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back.

“As you can see, Mrs. Santos is a brat,” Raul says. “Master Adrian is a switch but doesn’t want to admit it.”

“He’s not being a very good boy!” I laugh as I try to escape him. Adrian pushes me over the table next to us and yanks my dress up. “Naughty boy!”

“Brat,” Adrian grunts before smacking my ass over and over while I giggle. When he stops, I wiggle away to stand with Brent.

“Before Alania gets herself into more trouble,” Brent chuckles and kisses my temple. All of the masters and submissives are smiling. Everyone is relaxed. This is how it should be. Calm. Safe. Consensual.

“Hi everyone,” I say sweetly. “Today is just about getting to know one another. You will be paired based on compatibility. Submissives, you will be staying in a room with your master. Across the common room, there is another sectioned-off area that both the master and the submissive will make into their personal area. You can make this anything you want, such as a kink area, aftercare area, a punishment room, or whatever else you’d like it to be.

You’ll receive your schedule for the duration of the program, as well as all testing dates. ”

“We are operating on full transparency, so it is important that we operate in a way that everyone knows what to expect. We practice what we preach, so we want to offer you all a chance to watch a scene with Alania,” Adrian says.

“Wait,” I laugh nervously. “Right now?”

“Right now, Little Dove,” Adrian says with a smile. “Anyone who wants to join us, follow Alania upstairs to the classroom… Alania…”

“Yes, sir?” I ask, turning to him.

“Present yourself with your head down. We will set up, and then go to you.”

“Yes, sir,” I say with a sigh.

“Little Dove,” he says with a smirk. “Present yourself properly, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” I say with a deadpan expression.

“Bratty, even when submitting. I love to see it, baby. Go on,” he says.

“Follow me if you’d like to join,” I say to the others. They all join me when I go to the door, which makes me sigh heavily.

I lead everyone up to the classroom, and while I undress down to just my lace thong, Raul and Fiona tell the masters and submissives how they are paired.

I go to my knees facing everyone, but sit back on my heels and drop my head.

I keep my back straight and my hands resting on my thighs.

I hear others come into the room, but I stay where I am.

The submissives sit with their master on an ottoman while the others take to the chairs. Brent and Adrian are setting up for a whipping scene while Raul and Fiona stand nearby. After a moment, Adrian lifts my chin and smiles down at me. “Beautiful as always, Little Dove,” he says sweetly. “Ready!”

“Yes, sir,” I say. Adrian offers me his hand, and I stand up. I have nothing on practically, which has everyone scanning my body. Jax is the one who doesn’t surprise me when he speaks.

“It’s always a treat to see Mrs. Alania submit,” Jax says as Adrian moves me to face away from everyone.

“She’s been practicing for this scene,” Brent says.

“Alania, as you can see, has significant scarring. This is from childhood abuse, where she was sexually assaulted and physically abused. Impact play is difficult for Alania, but she has been working toward being able to handle a whip. Physically, she can. Mentally, it’s triggering.

So, please respect Alania and give her the space she needs to move through the inevitable emotions.

She reacts with anger when triggered, so just know that we have everything under control. ”

My hands are pulled up and restrained by chains hanging from the ceiling. Brent pulls my hair up into a bun before moving to stand in front of me. “I’m scared,” I whimper, suddenly overwhelmed with memories.

“I know, Nia,” he says softly. “I will be the one with the whip. Adrian will be here in front of you. Okay?”

“Okay,” I sniffle. Brent kisses me gently before stepping away. Adrian takes his place and kisses me harder.

“Pain and pleasure, Little Dove. I promised you that pleasure will always accompany pain, didn’t I?” Adrian asks.

“Yes, sir,” I sniffle.

“I told you that I’d willingly go to my knees for you, and I have, haven’t I?” Adrian asks.

“Yes, sir.”

Adrian winks at me before looking behind me at Brent. “If you hit me with that whip…”

“I know,” Brent says softly.

Adrian kneels in front of me, and I watch as he slowly pulls my thong down. When I step out of it, he spreads my legs apart before picking me up so that he can drape my legs over his shoulders. He keeps a tight grip on my ass before burying his face in my pussy.

“Oh my God!” I moan when he starts licking and sucking on my clit.

“Masters, feel free to play if your submissive is consenting,” Raul calls out.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna…”

I am cut off when Brent cracks the whip beside me right as I start to come.

The whip is simple, but not as long as a bullwhip.

When Adrian doesn’t stop, I groan and wrap my legs around him so I can cross my ankles.

This prompts Raul to come over and adjust my restraints so that I am sitting up straight.

The first crack lands on my mid-back, and the scream that comes out of me is laced with tears of agony.

“Stop!” I scream.

“You’re doing so well, Nia,” Brent praises before snapping the leather whip across my back again.

“Fuck you!” I sob, and he hits me again. “Stop! Goddamn it! Stop!”

“Good girl, Alania,” Brent praises again. “Get it out. Keep talking to me.”

The craziest part about all of this is that part of my brain is rooted in reality, but the other is being whipped by my father, knowing he is going to use my body and mock me when he makes me come.

I learned far too young that the body will always respond, even when we don’t want it to.

Even when we are crying and begging for it to stop.

Adrian is keeping a constant stream of orgasms pouring out of me as Brent hits me over and over and over. He doesn’t stop or pause. The pain is driving the pleasure that Adrian is providing, and my entire body is shaking.

“I hate you,” I cry. “Please. I’m sorry. Please.”

“Why are you sorry?” Brent asks. “Who am I, Alania?”

“Please,” I beg, losing grip of reality.

“Say it!” Brent barks. “Who am I?!”

“Daddy! Please stop. Please. I’ll be good. Please!” I scream. He hits me again, and I let out a shrill scream.

“Who am I, Alania? Listen to my voice, baby,” he says.

Focus.

It is not him.

It is not Edward.

I am safe.

I am safe.

I am safe.

“Come on, Nia,” he says. “Who am I? Say it.”

“Da… Brent,” I choke out.

“Yes, baby. Good girl,” Brent says. “Almost there, Nia. Focus on Adrian.”

“Fuuuck,” I moan. Three snaps of the whip later, and I am nearly screaming as I come, my arousal flooding out of me and soaking Adrian as he drinks from my body.

I am lulled into a dissociative state as I am taken down and wrapped in a blanket to be cradled by Brent.

I can tell that it’s him because his scent has wrapped around my brain and calmed me.

I stay in this state long after we leave, and we drive back toward the house.

It’s only when the engine shuts off that I speak.

“Thank you,” I say, looking up at Brent.

“You are welcome, Nia,” he says before gently kissing me.

The door comes up, and I sit up so Raul can pull me out of the truck. “You did well, Alania,” Raul says. “We are proud of you.”

“Thanks,” I sigh.

When we get inside, I go upstairs. I drop the blanket before I lay on the bed face down. A few minutes pass before I drift to sleep.