We all go back to the common area to sit and chat. I’m already over this day, and I cannot wait to go to bed.
Chapter Two
Adrian
I hand my keysoff to the awaiting valet driver while the housekeepers scurry out to get my bags. I wasn’t supposed to be here this rotation, but they had a last-minute opening and I took it. I should have been through this already, but I have avoided getting a wife for as long as I can. This society judges men on their ability to dominate women. I can only uphold that vision of dominance for so long before they find it suspicious that I am not married yet. Plus, I need to be married to honor where I come from. Truth be told, this whole charade is a farce. Not only do I not want to get married, but why would I want a fucking robot for a wife? I know I am supposed to be strictly dominantwith no emotions, but I just want a bratty little woman to break. This godforsaken school does not support bratty behavior.
When I get to the north wing, I go to the conference room first. The new submissives are likely about to go to bed, and we will be able to take to our rooms.
“Adrian!” my best friend, Raul Salas, says when I come into the room.
“Mr. Santos. Please, take a seat,” Charles Hamilton says. I sit next to Raul. “Okay. All seven girls are settled. We’ve not had any major incidents. Let’s go over the profiles, and I can assign each of you a submissive. You’ll be in the room opposite hers.”
“Anyone of importance?” I ask.
“Fiona is the daughter of Senator Furgeson. The others are from crime families, or their parents are dead,” Charles says. “My son, Mark, is training as a master.”
“Any opposing families?” John Anderson asks.
“I’m sure we will find out,” Charles laughs. “Alright. Seven girls. Fiona Furgeson, daughter of Senator Furgeson. Clara Jacobs, daughter of Henry Jacobs, who runs guns domestically. Rose Chambers, daughter of the late George Chambers, who was a sitting judge who allied with a foreign terrorist and was killed for it when she was young. She was raised by her mother. Talia Holcomb’s father owns Holcomb Investments. Daphne Peters is the daughter of James Peters with PeteTech. Gemma Caldwell isthe daughter of Alfonzo Caldwell, who launders money for other empires. Alania Remington… Daughter of Edward Remington, he owns and operates casinos and acts as transport for drug shipments. She is likely the one who will cause the most issues. She immediately showed bratty behavior. Her dad did warn us that she is far from broken, and he has been unable to do so thus far.”
“I could take her on,” Fredrico Alvarez suggests.
“No,” Charles says simply. “Adrian, I’d like for you to take her on. You’ve shown the most interest in the more unruly ones, and she is definitely unruly.”
“That reminds me. Jax said there is another guard that needs to be watched. Phillip? He didn’t say which girl, but he is targeting her, and that girl has raised concerns about feeling like he might assault her,” Raul says.
“I’ll talk to him and find out which one,” Charles says. “It’s probably Alania. He helped transport her.”
“I’ll take her on,” I say simply.
“Raul, you can take Fiona. She and Alania have been connecting today. John, you can take Clara. Thomas Galloway, you can have Rose Chambers. Eli Randolf and Talia Holcomb. Oscar Lewis and Daphne Peters. Fredrico, you can have Gemma Caldwell. She is the most docile among them, so you should do fine with her.” Charles says.
The door slams open, and a man runs inside. “Sir! We have a problem!” he says hurriedly.
“What happened?” Charles asks as we all stand.
“Alania is raging in the common area. The girls were in bed, but I found her a minute ago in the bathroom. I told her to hurry and go back to bed, but she lost it. I don’t know what happened, but…”
“Son of a bitch,” Charles growls. “Find him.”
“Let me,” I say, turning and leaving the room. The others follow, and as we get closer, I can hear her screaming. When we step into the room, I see an absolutely stunning woman screaming in the face of one of the other guards, who has her cornered. Her long reddish-brown hair is disheveled, but I can’t help but scan her gorgeous body. That gown does nothing to hide her thick, curvy body. She has wide hips, a perfectly rounded ass, and deliciously thick thighs. Her breasts are more than a handful, and I can see her pretty pink nipples through the thin fabric. Just the sight of her has my cock throbbing to take her right here and show her how good it will feel to be owned by me. She has fire in her soul, and I have no desire to extinguish it. I will fuel her through her submission and give her an outlet for the anger she keeps harbored inside her.
She is like a beautifully caged dove that dreams of open skies. If you open the door, she will fly away. Of course, she will, but I will not clip her wings. I will teach her to love the cage I will build for her. Being owned by me won’t be like a trap, but an escape. A way to escape the shackles that this society has placed onher. She will know freedom while on her knees for me, because I will show her that freedom isn’t always about running away. Sometimes it’s submitting and letting me lead for her.
“Fuck this place! I’m not staying here!” Alania screams. He remains neutral, but that just makes her angrier.
“Let her go, Marty,” I say. He gives me an odd look, but steps aside. Alania stares at me for a moment before bolting.
“Why did you let her run?!” Charles snaps.
“She’s triggered, Charles. She needed an outlet, and running would have tired her out. She can’t get off the property, and she knows it. It’s not a crime for the girls to have emotion,” I say.
“Fix it or…” Charles starts to say, but I walk away from him. I’m not going to be scolded like a child.
Chapter Three
Alania
