“He’s going to hurt me again,” I whisper.
“No, he will be punished for touching a submissive in training without authorization,” Adrian says. “He knew the consequences for touching you. The fact that he injured you means he dies… I do have training to check for these injuries. I might not be medically trained with a degree, but I do know what I’m doing. Okay?”
“Okay,” I sniff.
“I’ll position your legs first, and then you will feel my hands. If you need a moment, let me know,” he says. When I don’t say anything, he moves my legs so my feet are flat on the bed, but my knees are apart, so I am spread wide open. I am shaking, and I flinch when he gently touches my thigh, warning me before he starts.
Adrian is gentle as he checks me for injuries. I hear someone else come in, and he cleans me with a warm towel. It doesn’t take him long before he pulls away and takes the blanket off me. I see Charles is here, and he is standing at the end of the bed with Raul.
“So?” Charles asks. “Is she safe to continue?”
“She has minor tearing, and she was most definitely raped. I’d suggest moving all anal training out at least a few weeks to give her time to heal. She is smart enough to know how to keep herself clean, but ointment and stool softeners would help keep her more comfortable and less likely to add further damage,” Adrian says. “The bleeding has stopped, and I don’t think she has any internal damage, but her discomfort should be monitored.”
“He wasn’t big enough to do too much damage,” I mutter, and Raul cackles.
“Anything other than the obvious hurt?” Adrian asks me.
“My belly was aching, but it’s gotten better,” I say.
“Alright,” Charles sighs. “I’ll have to call your father and inform him that you were injured but able to continue. I’ll exclude the tantrum you threw, but don’t let it happen again. Understood?”
“Yes, sir, I’ll try not to get myself raped too hard again,” I say with venom in my tone.
“Understand if you cannot learn obedience, things will not go the way you think, Ms. Remington,” he snaps.
“Noted,” I deadpan.
“Jax, handle Phillip. Keep it clean,” Charles says. “Fiona, go back to your room.”
“Yes, sir,” she sighs.
Charles looks at Adrian but walks away when Adrian glares at him. I take this opportunity to look him over, and he is very handsome. He is easily six feet three inches with broad shoulders and thick muscles that make his white shirt strain to contain his body. His dark brown hair is short on the side and longer on the top, but perfectly styled. His full, dark brown beard is trimmed short and looks divine. I have never been so jealous of facial hair, but I would give anything to be the one on his face. His skin is a deep bronze, as if he has been carved by the gods and kissed by the sun. He is devastatingly handsome, and he stands tall with confidence.
“What are you thinking, Little Dove?” he asks. I shake myself out of my daze and realize he is watching me.
“You are pretty—for a predator,” I say. He smirks and leans down to place his hands on either side of me.
“I hope you are prepared to be hunted by me, Little Dove,” he says warmly, brushing his lips across mine. “I will own every inch of your soul, and you’ll bend for me.”
“Good fucking luck,” I say with a deceivingly sweet voice before biting down on his bottom lip. He groans and kisses me hard. The metallic taste of his blood dances in my mouth as he pulls away.
“Get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day,” he whispers in my ear. “My dreams will be filled with fantasies of your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
“Fuck you,” I seethe. He chuckles and kisses my forehead before standing up straight and walking out. A few minutes later, all the lights shut off
I won’t let him break me. I bend for no one, not even this sexy, god-like man who smells like my own personal heaven.
Chapter Four
Alania
I am sitting withFiona at the breakfast table in the dining hall, and everyone is surprisingly relaxed. No one has mentioned last night or even hinted that I’ve done anything wrong. I feel much better today, and Phillip is gone. Jax woke me up this morning, and before he walked out, he told me that Phillip was dead.
We all look up when a line of men enters the dining hall. The younger ones sit at a different table, but the older ones, the masters, sit across from us. Adrian is across from me, and I scowl at him when he winks.
“Ladies, across from you is your assigned master for the duration of your lessons here. You have been paired based on their preferences and your temperament. Anyone can hunt you for your final test, but your master will likely be the one to. They have the right to switch through the next six months to ensure that each master is matched with a submissive that complements him,” the headmaster says. “You will also see that the masters in training are here. They will be part of your training, but they have separate, more experienced submissives they train with.”
The headmaster looks around at all of us before continuing. “The masters here are as follows. Adrian Santos, Raul Salas, Thomas Galloway, Eli Randolf, Oscar Lewis, and Fredrico Alvarez. The training masters are Mark Hamilton, my son, Logan Brookes, Brayden Johnson, Cole Matthews, Trey Thompson, Chris Owens, and Dean Baker.”
