“Why are you upset, Little Dove?”
“I didn’t mean to,” I squeak out. I hear chuckles around the room as Adrian grins.
“Pretty girl, look around the room,” he says, turning my face so I can see everyone. There are at least a hundred people here, but all the ones around us look goddamn feral. “See how many cocks out there are hard?”
“Yes, Master,” I say, seeing that several men are lazily stroking their cocks.
“You, my sweet Little Dove, had an orgasm while on your knees worshiping your masters cock. It was more than just obedience; it was enjoyment. You enjoyed submitting to me. So much sothat your pretty little pussy just couldn’t help itself. You are drenched, are you not?”
“Yes, Master. I am,” I admit.
“Good, Little Dove. Go up to the stage and sit on the table. I want you to lie back with your pussy facing us. Keep your legs spread apart and make yourself come.”
“Yes, Master,” I say, immediately turning and doing as I am told. I go up to the front and walk up the three steps to the stage. I sit on the edge of the table and lie back before bringing my legs up so my feet are flat on the surface. Several men grunt when I let my legs fall apart and bring my hand down to my dripping pussy.
I start by gently rubbing my clit, moaning at my soft touches. I make myself groan when I push two of my fingers into my cunt to fuck myself. My palm rubs my clit, and my pleasured noises get louder. I feel like I should be shy about this or at least hesitant, but I’m not. I want to come so badly for him.
“Tell them how it feels, Little Dove,” Adrian says from a distance.
“It feels so good,” I moan, still fucking myself with my fingers.
“Is that what you want? You want to come on your fingers for everyone?”
“No,” I whimper.
“Then what?”
“I want to come for my master,” I say, panting. “I want my master inside of me.”
I hear someone on the stage, and I know it’s not Adrian. I jump up and scurry away from the obviously drunk man with his dick out. He is now standing exactly where he would need to be to fuck me. I don’t know if it was a test or if he was really that creepy, but he was about to try to fuck me.
“Robert, get off the stage,” Adrian says simply. The look in his eyes is dangerous, and when the man looks at him, he understands the danger he is in and stumbles away. Adrian looks at me and smiles as he walks to me. Before I get a chance to drop my head, he kisses me hard and pushes me back toward the table.
I am bent over, gripping the side of the table, and Adrian matches his earlier energy by grabbing my hips and ramming into me. I gasp loudly and yell out, “Oh fuck!” Then he starts fucking me painfully hard and deep. He has been working me up to this, and it’s every bit as brutal as I expected. Despite the aggressive approach, he brings me to an orgasm in seconds. When my legs get shaky, he pushes me forward a couple of steps so I can lay over the table and hold onto the other side. He continues to pound into me, and I am moaning so loud that my voice is echoing off the walls.
“Fuck. Come with me, Alania.Now,” Adrian growls. My body is obedient to his demands, and I immediately come so hard that it coats my legs and the floor. He groans and fucks his come as deep as my body will let him. As soon as he pulls out of me,my legs give out. Adrian catches me before I hit the ground and scoops me into his arms.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Alania,” he praises as he holds me closely.
“Did I pass?” I mutter.
“Yes, Little Dove. You more than passed,” he says, kissing my head.
Chapter Fifteen
Alania
Test 2 - Day 19
I am enjoying thecrash course version of these classes. It has been fun, if I’m being honest. Today, we will be testing by acting out a fantasy scene. Adrian has been gone most of the day, and I was instructed to just relax.
Saturday, we went back to Adrian’s home—our home—and we did the same thing. Showered, cooked, ate, and relaxed. No sex.No submitting. Just a normal evening for any normal couple. Yesterday, Brent visited again, and we spent the entire day talking about what I wanted to do with my degree. Ultimately, I have no idea. I came to the conclusion that I really do just want Adrian to decide that for me. I never gave it any thought because I wasn’t expecting to have an opinion worth forming.
It’s almost dark now, and Adrian is just coming into the common area. He grins at me and offers me his hand. I take his hand and stand up, only to be pulled out of the common area and through the halls. He doesn’t stop until we are in the front courtyard.
“Alright,” he says with a smile.
“I’m confused,” I laugh.
