Page 5 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

I am sitting with Fiona at the breakfast table in the dining hall, and everyone is surprisingly relaxed.

No one has mentioned last night or even hinted that I’ve done anything wrong.

I feel much better today, and Phillip is gone.

Jax woke me up this morning, and before he walked out, he told me that Phillip was dead.

We all look up when a line of men enters the dining hall. The younger ones sit at a different table, but the older ones, the masters, sit across from us. Adrian is across from me, and I scowl at him when he winks.

“Ladies, across from you is your assigned master for the duration of your lessons here. You have been paired based on their preferences and your temperament. Anyone can hunt you for your final test, but your master will likely be the one to. They have the right to switch through the next six months to ensure that each master is matched with a submissive that complements him,” the headmaster says.

“You will also see that the masters in training are here. They will be part of your training, but they have separate, more experienced submissives they train with.”

The headmaster looks around at all of us before continuing.

“The masters here are as follows. Adrian Santos, Raul Salas, Thomas Galloway, Eli Randolf, Oscar Lewis, and Fredrico Alvarez. The training masters are Mark Hamilton, my son, Logan Brookes, Brayden Johnson, Cole Matthews, Trey Thompson, Chris Owens, and Dean Baker.”

“He’s training his son?” Raul asks Adrian quietly, who just snorts in response.

“All of you are on birth control, confirmed to be clean, and most of you do not have a monthly cycle due to the birth control. If you do menstruate, class will continue as normal, but accommodations will be made for your comfort.”

“We will move to the common area and I will cover the rules and class schedules,” he continues. “You will walk with your master and remain by his side. No matter what you do, you speak with your master first. If you move rooms, you must do so with him. Keep your head down and walk.”

Everyone stands and walks toward the exit.

The other girls bow their heads when they get to their master, but I don’t.

I glare at Adrian before turning to stand beside him.

He doesn’t react, but he leans in and whispers in my ear.

“Be careful, Little Dove. I will make an example of your pretty mouth.”

I say nothing as we leave the dining hall and walk down to the common area.

Adrian sits on a couch beside Raul and points to the ground.

“Kneel, Dove,” he says. I furrow my eyebrows at him, but glance over and see Fiona kneeling, but she has her back to Raul.

I roll my eyes and drop down to mimic her.

When I sit back on my heels, Adrian wraps his hand around my throat and pulls my head back. “Good girl. Thank you.”

I’m confused when he releases me, but I shake it off and look up at the headmaster.

“Beautiful,” the headmaster says as he looks around at the women.

“First and foremost, you will refer to me as Headmaster and all other males as Master. You will not speak unless spoken to or given permission to speak freely. The guards will be referred to by their given name, and they are never to make sexual contact with the submissives. Ever.”

“Why is Phil not here?” a training master asks.

“He raped a submissive last night,” Charles says simply. I am thankful that he didn’t name me, but my face still burns with embarrassment. I look down, and Adrian nudges me.

“Head up, Little Dove. You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Adrian whispers in my ear.

“After today, your masters will run your training as I will be with the training masters,” Headmaster Charles says.

“Understand that everything you do is recorded, tracked, and judged. All tests will be viewable by your families so that they can see your progress, but the Hunt will be viewable by The Society as a whole. When we get closer to the Hunt, we will further discuss the rules. Now… your schedule is as follows… Submission basics will be on Tuesdays, Kink training on Thursdays, and Sexual training will be on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On Saturdays, you will have free time during the day, but a scheduled off-campus date will be arranged by your master in the evening. Sunday will be the day your families can visit, and you will have the day to do as you wish on campus. Raul, care to explain Kink training?”

“You will learn about and practice various kinks such as consensual nonconsent, free use, impact play, stimulation play, wax play, breath play, pain play, orgasm control, and much more,” Raul says. Talia raises her hand, and Raul points to her.

“What is stimulation?” she asks softly.

“Overstimulation and sensory deprivation,” Raul explains. “So, overstimulation, it could be repeated orgasms from multiple points of sensitivity. Deprivation would be taking away your senses. So, a blindfold, noise-canceling headphones, etcetera.”

“Thomas, explain submission training,” the headmaster says.

“Greetings, how to act in public, how to handle conflict with your master, boundaries between master and submissive, aftercare and mental health, but also how to manage a dynamic in the real world,” Thomas says.

“Wrong,” Fredrico says. “What it should be is teaching submissives that they should shut up, look pretty, and do what they are told. They don’t need emotions to suck cock when they are told to.”

“Every dominant is different. Some of us don’t like making women want to blow their brains out just from being near us,” Raul says humorously.

“Says the man who waited as long as possible to take a wife to prove he isn’t a submissive bitch,” Fredrico chuckles darkly.

“Come here, big boy. I’ll show you which of us will be the submissive bitch,” Raul threatens. I glance over at Fiona, and we smirk at each other.

“What are you smiling at, whore?” Fredrico says, glaring at me.

“Is that a serious question?” I ask.

“Serious question?!” he shouts, shoving Gemma away from him so he can stand. When he stomps closer to me, Raul grabs my arm and pulls me out from in front of Adrian as he jumps up.

“Put your dicks away, men,” Headmaster Charles says.

“That little bitch needs to learn her place!” Fredrico snaps. “She’s done nothing but cause chaos, and no one is stopping her because of who her father is. I have every right to punish her.”

“ You do not have the right to punish my submissive. If you think she is deserving of a punishment, you tell me and I will handle her how I see fit,” Adrian growls. “You do not threaten my submissive.”

“Ladies, this is an example of etiquette expected in the dynamic,” the headmaster says.

“The only man you are to answer to is your master. You always go to your master. Other masters are to never touch you without explicit permission from your master. They must uphold rules set forth by your master, no matter their opinion.”

“Well?” Fredrico snaps at Adrian, so he turns to me.

“Dove, be honest,” Adrian asks as he squats down in front of me. “Did you intend to come across with an attitude?”

“No, Master,” I say. “I was just asking. I thought it would be apparent that we were smirking at the bickering because it made us feel nervous. I thought masters were supposed to lead by example, but he was arguing with Master Thomas the way a brat would argue with their dominant partner.”

“You stupid little…”

“Fredrico,” Headmaster Charles says with a grave tone.

“What else?” Adrian asks me with a smile.

“Well, he made me feel unsafe when he charged at me. Demanding that I be punished for him making the submissives uncomfortable is abusive. I didn’t know that I was expected to endure abusive behavior, and I worry for Gemma’s safety,” I say honestly.

“Thank you for explaining your thoughts. In the future, try not to express your emotions on your face. Without context, it appears disrespectful. Okay?”

“Yes, Master,” I say with a nod.

“There. No punishment needed,” Adrian says as he sits and motions for me to move back in front of him.

“That’s bullshit,” Fredrico snaps.

“His submissive. His responsibility,” the headmaster says.

“You all will have a chance at a scene with Ms. Remington. If you feel as though she has a lesson to learn, save it for then…. Now, masters. We have a tradition of the submissives being taken the first time as a group. Remember, you are breaking them in. Spare them nothing and fill the room with their screams.”

“Fuck,” I say in a hushed voice. My body involuntarily shivers, but Adrian gently kneads my shoulders as he leans into me.

“I won’t hurt you, Little Dove. I promise,” he says softly. “Go to the ottoman and bend over it.”

I sigh heavily, but I do it. I move up to the ottoman, and the headmaster is staring at me, waiting to see if I will fight him.

Gemma looks fucking terrified when Fredrico drags her over to the opposite side of the ottoman I am at and pushes her over.

Adrian kneels behind me and wraps one arm around my waist to pull me back against him.

“Focus on me,” Adrian says.

“He’s going to hurt her,” I whisper.

“I know. Just focus on me,” he repeats. “I will not deny that you are a fucking brat, Alania, but bratty submissives can and often are still good girls. So, be my good girl and let’s put on a show for the prick. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say, happier. I may not want to submit, but I will willingly take him any way he wants for the sake of being petty. I flinch when I watch Fredrico grip Gemma’s waist and slam into her. She immediately starts screaming as he fucks her hard and fast.