Page 6 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

“Focus on me, Little Dove. I don’t want this to turn into a punishment,” he says as he runs his hand up my inner thigh.

When he gently strokes his fingers across my clit, he chuckles when I gasp softly.

What the fuck is wrong with me? His tender dominance has my body so fucking ready for him.

Maybe it’s the pettiness of the situation, or maybe I just really want this man inside of me.

I’ve always coped with stress through sex, so why not take advantage of the situation and let him rail me back to a calmer state of mind?

“Oh, Little Dove. Now I know you want to submit to me,” Adrian says, gently kissing a sensitive spot below my ear that sends a shiver down my spine. “Bend, but don’t lie down. Stay in control of your body.”

I bend and place my forearms on the ottoman, but spread my knees apart so I can let my back dip down.

Adrian moves my skirt up as he kneads and squeezes my ass.

I groan when he smacks, but it’s the sound of his zipper that calms me.

I can feel his hands on me, and he holds me differently than anyone I’ve ever been with.

He is obsessively touching my body as he pulls himself out, and I wiggle my ass back as I grow impatient.

“So eager,” he grunts, moving his hands to hold onto my hips tightly. When I feel the head of his cock, I feel the piercing. “Take what you want, Little Dove. Take my cock deep.”

I push back, and I gasp when he starts to stretch me painfully wide. It takes my breath away, but I keep going. Inch by inch, I take him into me. Each barbell of his piercing is like a little piece of heaven. By the time he is as deep as I can handle, I am panting. “Fuck, you’re so big,” I whimper.

Adrian chuckles as he tightens his grip.

I try to relax, knowing he is about to fucking wreck me, but nothing can prepare me for how he draws out and slams into me, forcing as much of his cock into me as he can.

My pleasured scream sounds around the room, drowning out the sounds of the others fucking.

Adrian continues to fuck me harder and harder, truly following the tradition of breaking me in.

I am moaning and yelling out every time he stabs deep, but then he takes one of my hands and pushes it down between my legs.

Fuck me, this man is making sure I come with him.

This feels too good to be true, but I revel in the feeling anyway.

I start rubbing my clit and pushing my hips back.

He growls as he fucks me, sending waves of brutal pleasure through my aching belly.

Warmth takes over, and I tighten around his cock.

His groans are delicious and the only thing I can focus on.

He sounds so incredible when he is buried in my cunt.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” I moan loudly. “Please, Master. Please let me come!”

“Come with me, Dove,” Adrian grunts. My body is far more obedient than my mind, because a blinding orgasm floods my body, and I am nearly screaming as something animalistic breaks free. I can feel how his cock throbs and twitches inside of me as he fucks his come as deep as he can.

Adrian slows his pace until he stops, but stays buried. I am gasping for air, and my entire body is trembling when he finally pulls out of me.

I am realizing now that everyone was watching that. Adrian intentionally delayed us starting so that everyone would have to watch us come. He leans down as he scoops me into his arms to whisper, “I am proud of you, Alania.”

“Mmmm,” I whine.

“Aftercare, everyone,” Headmaster Charles calls out. “Make sure it matches the intensity you gave them.”

Adrian carries me somewhere, but I am still too dazed to figure out where. When we go through a door, I open my eyes to see that we are in a dimly lit room. I am lying on a bed, but when I go to sit up, he pushes me back down. “We are in my room. Relax and let me take care of you,” he says.

“This is weird,” I huff.

“What, being taken care of?” he asks as he starts cleaning my body.

“Yeah. Usually I’m alone after sex…”

“Do you prefer that?” he asks.

“Never had a choice,” I admit. “Did you pick me?”

“Yes and no. Charles suggested it because I have the most experience with brats, but I went into this wanting to find a brat.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Well… brats don’t do well in this unless they are psychologically broken down.

I am a firm believer that brats do what they do with the intention of eventually submitting.

Trauma is often a reason brats require extra steps before submission.

Needing stability does not make a submissive less desirable to me.

I don’t want blind obedience, and if I’m being honest, it’s obnoxious.

If I am to take a wife, I want to be challenged just as much as I want to nurture. ”

“Softie,” I mutter, and he laughs.

“So,” he says, lying in the bed beside me. I roll to face him, and he rests his hand on my waist. “What is your trauma, Little Dove? Who clipped your wings?”

“My dad,” I admit. “Wait. Are you going to tell…”

“No,” he says. “I have every intention of making you my wife, Alania. You have fire in your soul, and I want it for myself, but first, we must learn and grow together. This six-month school for you is just as much for me. It is my chance to help you grow and learn your mind, body, and soul.”

“I’m going to fight you,” I say firmly. “I refuse to be someone's obedient little bitch. I will not be my mother.”

“Fight me all you want, Little Dove. You will learn that there is a difference between fighting for your life and pushing back to create stability,” he says.

“Brats need to know that their dominant partner can take their pushback and still make them feel safe. I could easily break you by destroying your sense of security and safety, but I’d much rather my wife learn to love me than simply learning to tolerate my existence. ”

“Why do you care what my trauma is?” I ask.

“Because knowing why you push back is essential for me to avoid revictimizing you,” he says. He has a soft smile on his lips, and I am looking for any sarcasm or deception, but he feels… genuine.

“My dad has been raping me since I was a little girl,” I say.

“It started with him making me suck his dick, but eventually moved to him fucking me. From the time others started showing interest at thirteen, I said yes to anyone and everyone because it was easier than someone forcing me. I was fucked by school teachers, professors, parents of friends, Dad’s friends, strangers…

I have been fucked by well over one hundred men.

I was told by my psychology professor, who also liked fucking my ass, that I was hypersexual because of what Dad does to me. ”

“Does?” he asks.

“Any time he gets me alone. I’ve not seen him in person without my brother present for years,” I say.

“Does your brother know?”

“No,” I say. “Just you and the butt-fucking professor.”

“Do you enjoy sex?” he questions.

“A man rarely focuses on me, but when he does, it’s a blissful escape from reality,” I say.

“I used to get whipped bloody by Dad and eventually cut my wrists open just to feel pain that I had created for a change, but something about the way the world goes quiet for a while after an orgasm is peace unlike anything I have ever felt. Why are you not turned off by how many men I have been with?”

“Because I own you, Little Dove. Once we are married, no other cock will enter your body unless I approve,” he says. “I plan to keep you to myself as much as I can in here, but I can’t prevent it entirely.”

“So you will fuck the other women?”

“I have to,” he says, cupping my cheek. “Why?”

“No reason,” I lie. The thought of him fucking someone else like that makes me angry. He smiles at me deviously as he rolls me to my back and moves down to kneel between my legs. “What are you doing?”

“I want to know if my little dove is as sweet as she looks,” he says, pulling my legs apart and pushing my skirt up. He lowers down and gently peppers my thighs all the way up to my pussy. He spreads me open more and grunts his approval.

“I plan to eat this pretty pussy every chance I get, Little Dove,” he says. Adrian slowly pushes his tongue into my pussy, and warmth floods my belly as he slowly drags up and across my clit.

“Oh, f-fuck,” I groan and arch my back.

“Fucking divine, Little Dove,” Adrian grunts.

His tongue circles and flicks my clit, making my body shake and my stomach tighten. He has his large hands gripping the bends of my hips to keep me pinned to the bed, and I am panting. A long, dramatic moan fills the room when he starts gently suckling and nipping my clit.

“Who owns you, Little Dove?” he asks, flicking his tongue across my clit.

“No one,” I growl.

“Try again, pretty girl,” he says. “Who owns you?”

“No one!” I moan when he gently bites my clit. “Fuck!”

“Who, Alania?”

“Fuck! You do. Please, let me come,” I cry out.

“Beg properly, Little Dove.”

“Please, Master. Please let me come,” I moan.

Apparently, I easily bend when wet, just like a fucking noodle. I’d fucking crawl to this man just to have him eat my pussy like this again.

“Good girl, Nia,” he mutters before suddenly sucking my clit so hard that I see stars. Adrian wraps his arms around my thighs to hold onto me as an orgasm rocks through my body. I naturally twist, but instead of working against me, he rolls me on top of him and sucks harder.

“Fuck! Oh God, Master! Yes!” I moan and rock my hips.

He growls and bites down as he sucks my soul out, but it only fuels my pleasure.

I keep rocking my hips as he has me sitting on his face, but the second I pause, he quickly flips me around so I am facing his cock.

I don’t waste a second before pulling his cock out and taking him down my throat.

I rock my hips and moan around his cock as I suck hard and bob my head up and down to take him deep.

I match his intensity as he sucks and bites like he is trying to kill me with an orgasm.

I don’t know what is and isn’t an orgasm now, but I don’t let up on his cock, even when he does come.

I keep sucking him, draining every drop of him.

He and I are in an unspoken battle to see who will pull away first, but when arousal floods from my pussy and he still doesn’t stop, it starts to break me.

He drinks from my body and sucks on my now highly sensitive clit as his come floods my mouth once more.

This time, I nearly choke on him, so I pull away.

He drags two more orgasms out of me, and I am nearly blacked out by the time he moves me to lie under his covers.

“I can’t sleep here,” I mutter as he undresses me.

“You can and you will, Little Dove,” he says, gently kissing my temple. “You rest, I’ll take care of it.”

‘Mhmm,” I say, or I think I do, as I drift away.