“She’s just so fucking wet,” Adrian remarks. He pulls out of me and wraps his arms back around my body. He whispers in my ear, praising me and calling me his filthy little dove while I watch Fiona get fucked thoughtlessly. By the time Raul comes, she is floating on a cloud and smiles weakly when he scoops her up to comfort her through her trip.
Fredrico returns, and we go through all of the others before Adrian pulls me over to our ottoman. I’m not surprised when he lays me in the same position Fiona was in, but I am so fucking wet that he skips past the build-up and pushes my knees to my chest. I whine when he teases my clit with the head of his cock before pushing into me just a few inches. He pulls out and slowly pushes back in. He does this over and over and over again until I am nearly crying.
“Please, Master,” I pant.
“What is it, Little Dove?” he asks with feigned innocence.
“Please fuck me hard,” I beg. “Please, Master. This is torture.”
“Oh, like this?” he asks, slamming the full length of his cock into me, dragging a long and dramatically loud moan out of me.
“Yes! That. Master, please!” I moan. He does it again, and I could fucking cry. It feels so amazing after being teased for so long.
“Scream, Little Dove. Let me hear how much you love my cock,” Adrian grunts. He instantly finds a brutal pace. It’s different from when it was with Raul and Fiona because Adrian is pinning me to the ottoman and using his body weight to fuck me hard. I come so hard that I am growing weak. It doesn’t stop the flood of arousal or my screams when an earth-shattering orgasm stabs through me. By the time he comes, I am nearly unconscious.
One minute I am on the ottoman, but then the next I’m gasping and trying to throw myself off the bed in a panic.
“Woah! You’re okay. Breathe!” Adrian says as he pulls me back down on the bed.
“Christ, Adrian,” I sigh. “How long was I asleep?”
“For the rest of class,” he laughs. “Dinner is in a few minutes.”
“Damn,” I say. “That’s wild.”
“So… about Gemma,” he says. “There is a plan, and she knows… the only reason I’m telling you is because I want you to know she is okay.”
“Alright…” I say slowly.
I listen to the plan in both horror and pride. I’m so happy they are doing something, but I’m nervous that the plan might go awry and someone I care about will get hurt.
Chapter Nine
Alania
Thursday - Day 4
I am sitting inthe common area with the other women while the masters are in a meeting with the headmaster and the training masters. We are allowed to socialize, but most of us are sitting quietly. We know there are cameras and audio in here, so none of us wants to say something we shouldn’t accidentally. I know Adrian is far more lenient than some of the other Masters,at least from what I see. Everyone but Gemma seems to be paired perfectly.
When the masters walk in, with them are the training masters and the headmaster. “Let’s go, ladies,” the headmaster says. We all stand, and Adrian comes to me while the others go to their submissives. We all walk out of the common area and make our way upstairs. When we get to our ottoman, the training masters stay up front.
“Okay, so I will be leading the class today. The masters in training are joining you today as part of their lesson as well, so you will get a chance to see part of their training too,” the headmaster says. “Boys, I have already told you who you are paired with, so go to them and introduce yourself to your submissive for the day.”
One man comes over and brings the chair around to sit with us. I am in front of Adrian as I usually am. He looks at Adrian as if he is unsure of what to do. “You may speak to her,” Adrian says simply.
“I am Mark Hamilton,” he says to me. “It is nice to meet you, Alania.”
“Likewise… Erm…” I start to say, but stop. “Master?”
“You would refer to him as Master,” Adrian tells me. “Mark is the headmaster's son.”
“Oh,” I say.
“I went to high school with your brother, Brent,” he says with a small smile.
“Oh. I wasn’t allowed to socialize with… well, anyone,” I say. “Brent is wonderful, though.”
“He’s a good guy,” Mark says simply. “Adrian, anything I should know?”
