Page 8 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

It’s Monday morning, and the first day of classes.

I woke up with Adrian’s arms wrapped around me and my belongings in the chair nearby.

His room is a bit bigger than mine and is far more cozy.

I didn’t expect it to feel so nice waking up next to him, but it does.

I want so badly to hate this. To hate him.

But I can’t. I tried. I woke up and tried to talk myself into being angry, but I was happy.

It’s the kind of happiness that scares me, because I am not used to it.

I slept through dinner last night, so we got up and I took a quick shower before joining Adrian in the dining hall.

When I got in here, he had me sit before leaving to get my food.

I don’t know how I feel about him choosing my food for me, though.

Luckily, when he returned, he had brought things I would actually eat.

The meal was heavy on protein, so it was filling.

“Done?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“I’m sorry?” he asks.

“Yes… Oh. Yes, Master,” I correct. Damn, that would have been the perfect opportunity to be a brat.

“Thank you. Take our plates up and meet me back here,” he says.

“Yes, Master,” I say. I stand from the table before collecting our plates. When I get to the window to drop the plates, Fiona smiles.

“Good morning,” she says sweetly.

“Morning,” I reply. “How are you?”

“Great. I am liking this more than I am willing to admit,” she says with a giggle.

“Me too, girl,” I reply, laughing with her.

When we get back to the table, Adrian frowns at me. I frown back, and he points to the floor in front of him. I sigh and go to him, but I am confused by his attitude. “Kneel,” he commands.

“No,” I scoff.

The last thing I expect is for him to suddenly spin me around and bend me over the table.

I try to wiggle away from him, but he yanks my skirt up and smacks my ass hard until I am in tears and my skin is on fire.

He then pulls me up and turns me to face him.

I grit my teeth and glare at him, so he steps close and gets into my face.

“Make no mistake, Little Dove. I might treat you with respect, but I will demand it in return. When I tell you to do something, you do it. You do not question me. You do not get an attitude. Now, get on your knees.”

“Fuck you,” I growl, but I do as he says and kneel. My ass is aching, but I’m angry. I want to scream and throw things to show it, but I tighten my fists and dig my nails into my palm. The pain pricks my skin, and it helps calm me.

“Were you permitted to speak to Fiona?” Adrian asks, looking down at me.

“No, but now I regret everything I said,” I snap. He looks at Raul, who turns to Fiona.

“Kneel,” Raul says, and Fiona practically throws herself down to avoid the punishment I received. “Who spoke first?”

“I did, Master,” Fiona says softly.

“What was the conversation?”

“I told her good morning and stated that I was enjoying being here more than I was willing to admit. She agreed, and we came over here,” Fiona explains.

“Is this true?” Adrian asks me.

“Yes, but…”

“But you changed your mind because you broke a rule and received a punishment for it?” He asks, cutting me off. I don’t say anything, and I can see in his eyes that I’ve hurt his feelings. “Speak, Alania.”

“I regret speaking because I forgot I wasn’t allowed to have a brain of my own,” I seethe. “I apologize, Master. I will be sure to only speak at your command and dismiss all emotion that doesn’t fit your desires.”

“Drop the attitude, Alania,” he scolds.

“Yes, Master.” I keep a deadpan expression and offer him nothing. He is pissed off now, and that makes me happy.

“Ladies, I love that you two have grown close, but keep the rules in mind and save socializing for more appropriate times,” Raul says.

“Yes, Master. I apologize,” I say with a sweeter tone.

“Take the others. We will be up shortly,” Adrian says.

Raul and the other Masters lead the women out of the dining hall, and I remain on my knees with a deadpan expression. “Get up,” he says in a tight voice. “What is your problem?”

“Nothing, Master,” I say simply.

“Bullshit. You were fine until breakfast. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is the matter, Master. I was being disobedient, and I am trying to be a better submissive for you,” I say. “I am deeply apologetic for my actions.”

“Goddamn it, Alania,” he snaps.

“Yes, Master?” I ask.

“Will you fucking stop it? Fucking hell.”

“Stop what, Master? Do I not please you? I am willing to accept all feedback. I want to please you,” I say, keeping the robotic demeanor that I know he hates.

“Just fucking go. You should be in class,” he snaps.

“Yes, Master,” I say, bowing my head. I turn and keep my head down as we walk, and I can feel the anger raging inside of him.

Good. Fucking asshole.

I keep my head down as we walk up the stairwell to the classroom.

When we step in, I see there are seven large ottomans in the center with a chair behind each.

Along one wall, there is every type of BDSM tool you can imagine.

There is everything from floggers to whips and even spreader bars.

On the opposite wall, there are various restraints.

The back wall has seven St. Andrew’s crosses and a set of shackles hanging from the ceiling in front of it.

Along the front wall, there is a projector pointing at a massive whiteboard.

“Sit,” Adrian snaps at me, pointing to the ottoman at the end beside Fiona.

“Yes, Master,” I say before turning and sitting on the ottoman.

“Alright,” Adrian says. “Today, we will be talking about oral etiquette and deep-throating. We will be working on gag reflexes and finding positions that are most comfortable for you and your dominant partner. Masters find a submissive that is not your assigned girl. Fiona, come up, please.”

Raul moves toward me, but Fredrico moves faster.

I glare at Adrian as Fredrico moves to stand in front of me.

He has a smug look on his face, and I know right away that I am going to be annoyingly obedient.

I thought pushing was the way out, but it’s submitting and appearing weak and saving it all to fight back later.

“Masters position your submissive however you wish,” Adrian says.

“On your knees,” Fredrico snaps at me.

“Yes, Master,” I say softly. I think he was hoping for pushback because he looks a little stunned as he steps back, so I can move to my knees.

“You may begin, but not to completion. This is about developing technique right now,” Adrian says.

I sit back on my heels as Fredrico pulls his cock out.

I am expecting it when he grabs my face and thrusts down my throat.

He pushes as deep as he can, trying to find a reaction, but doesn’t.

He starts fucking my mouth hard and deep.

I hear a few of the others gagging, but I just sit here and take it.

I don’t offer anything further because I wasn’t instructed to.

After a while, he gets pissed. “Suck, bitch,” Fredrico says, smacking me in the side of the head.

I suck softly, and he groans, but is still pissed.

Adrian gives instructions to adjust positions to help the submissives find more comfort.

Some of the masters guide the submissives to help control their gagging, while others praise their submissives.

Fredrico, on the other hand, keeps smacking the side of my face and demanding that I suck harder.

This goes on for nearly an hour of us stopping and starting until Adrian gives instructions to go until they come.

Fredrico then pounds into my throat as hard and as fast as he can.

I can’t breathe, but I fight the urge to panic.

Eventually, he comes down my throat before shoving me away.

“Good job, everyone. Take a break. You are free to socialize,” Adrian says.

I immediately turn and go to the restroom to lock myself in.

I hardly make it to the toilet before I start vomiting.

I puke until I am dry heaving, but eventually stop.

I go to the sink to rinse my mouth and splash water on my face before going back to sit on my ottoman.

“Hey,” Fiona says hesitantly.

“Hi,” I reply. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not your fault. I’m not mad at you.”

“That was shitty of him,” Fiona says. “Fredrico was very aggressive with you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I say. “I’m used to abuse like that, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Alania, may I speak with you?” Adrian says.

“Yes, Master,” I say with that same deadpan expression as I stand and follow him out of the room. When I shut the door, he sighs and rubs his hands down his face. “You wanted to talk to me, Master?”

“I’m sorry that he got to you, Little Dove. That wasn’t my intention,” Adrian says gently.

“I aim to please my master,” I say simply.

“Godamn it, Alania,” he sighs heavily.

“Did I not please you, Master?” I ask innocently. “I accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate.”

“I’m not going to punish you, Alania.”

“Thank you, Master,” I reply, remaining indifferent. He grabs the sides of my face and pulls me closer, and I can see that what I am doing is hurting him.

“Why are you doing this, Alania?” he asks softly.

“I am a submissive, Master. I must submit and obey without question,” I say, making my next words full of an obvious mocking tone. “ Blind obedience .”

“Fine,” he snaps, pushing me away. “Go back in.”

“Yes, Master,” I say with the sweetest smile I can manage. When I step in, Raul looks between the two of us before sighing.

“Alright. We are going to switch up the pairing and go again,” Raul says. “Alania, you will be with me.”

“Yes, Master,” I say sweetly. I walk over to him and kneel at his feet in front of my ottoman.

“Go through all of the same things,” Raul says. Fredrico has moved on to someone else, and Eli is with Fiona beside me. “Do you prefer kneeling?” Raul asks.