“Is Alania at risk?” Toula, Adrian’s mother, asks.
“Yes,” Cian replies. “He is under the assumption that having her marry his son means he has the right to claim what she is heir to. Alania has decided that she wants me to continue to run things, but even then, Vlad will not stop. We are planning to set up a meeting with him, but we are unsure if he will be willing to talk.”
“When will you be trying to meet with him?” Caleb asks.
“We do have a set time, but we are not going to announce the meeting until it is over,” Adrian says.
“What other issues will arise from the O’Mally’s joining us?” Jax asks.
“We keep to ourselves for the most part,” Cian says. “We have had a few small issues with the ATF, but they are predictable enough that we are not at risk. If something were to happen, I have protocols in place to prevent a total collapse.”
“Any other questions?” Brent asks.
“The marriage program is running again, yes?” Shawn asks. He is a computer engineer who leads the team that keeps all online presence within The Society protected.
“Yes,” I say. “Since the change in leadership, there have been several marriages to dissolve under mutual agreement. Several of those individuals have joined. Since not everyone is required to attend the school, there are many unmarried subs and doms. We have a psychiatrist who specializes in the use of BDSM to aid in treatments. He wrote the test that the members take for the selection process. I believe he is also going to be entered for a pairing soon as well.”
“How are the subs doing in classes, Jax?” Raul asks.
“Wonderful, actually. You can see a huge difference in enthusiasm between the old classes and the new," Jax replies.
“Well, yeah. They aren’t being raped,” I muse.
“Hey, you were willing with me,” Adrian says to me with a smile.
“This is true,” I laugh.
“With all due respect, Adrian,” Thomas says. “Several of us are questioning some things. We don’t want to make you think we are questioning you or your abilities, but…”
“Spit it out,” Adrian says simply.
“Alania doesn’t exactly present as submissive,” Caleb says when Thomas doesn’t. “We feel like if you all are going to present yourselves as being in this dynamic, then you should lead by example. Alania is a brilliantly talented woman, yes, but she is a leader.”
“Alania is something often referred to as an alpha brat. She does submit and does enjoy submitting, but she will only submit to those who earn her trust. Her trauma is so significant, and when she is given a chance to exercise her right to autonomy over her body, she chooses comfort. If I told her to get on her knees, she would. If Brent or Raul did, she would. She is only subservient to the three of us, and she will never be required to submit to anyone else.”
“Prove it,” Caleb says with a smirk.
“Oh boy,” Cian laughs. “Can I run away?”
“If we have to stay, so do you,” Paulo, Adrian’s father, laughs.
“Stand with me, Little Dove,” Adrian says, offering me his hand. I do, even though I am wildly uncomfortable. I don’t like being the center of attention like this.
Adrian moves us away from the table, and everyone is watching us. More specifically, me. They want to see if I will submit without hesitation. Anything less than complete and total submission could very well give others an opening to try and have Adrian removed as the leader.
“On your knees, Little Dove,” Adrian rumbles.
“Yes, sir,” I say sweetly as I sink to my knees in front of him. I sit back on my heels with my back straight and rest my hands on my thighs.
“Let’s show them what a good girl you are, hmm?” Adrian says with a smirk.
“Whatever pleases you, sir,” I say softly. Adrian grunts and unbuckles his belt. He has his back to Cian, ensuring he is completely blocking his view of me, which I appreciate. The table full of eager eyes is to my left, which means everyone but the corner of the table where Cian is sitting will get a full view of the brutal throat-fucking I am about to receive.
Adrian pulls his cock free, and I can’t help but smile. He looks down at me with such admiration in his eyes as he strokes himself. “Hands clasped behind your back,” he tells me. “Keep your eyes on me, and do not move. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I say softly. I grab hold of my wrists to keep them locked behind my back. Adrian tips my chin up, and I automatically open my mouth and extend my tongue slightly. I know I need to be sure to keep my tongue out at least a bit because if he is going to violently fuck my mouth, it will protect him from his piercings catching on my teeth.
I lock eyes with Adrian, and the world easily drifts away. No one else is here, and we are alone. He slowly pushes to the back of my throat until I gag softly. He keeps his strokes slow, but pushesdeeper each time. When I am adjusted to his length, he starts to quicken his pace. Soon, he is more than just violently fucking my throat; he is obliterating any doubt that I am anything but submissive to my men. Most would reject this level of force because he is forcing me to gag and pushing me nearly to the point of vomiting, but pulls back before I do. I still have my hands behind my back, and I am looking up at him. My eyes are blurry as tears are rolling down my cheeks from the force of his thrusts, but his eyes are nearly rolled back in his head. He grabs a tight hold of my head and fucks my mouth harder, but this time I fuck up. Right as I pull back, Raul is right beside me with a trash can. I suddenly vomit, but no one is surprised. He has to push me to a breaking point to prove that I will continue to submit, even through discomfort.
