“You stupid little…”
“Fredrico,” Headmaster Charles says with a grave tone.
“What else?” Adrian asks me with a smile.
“Well, he made me feel unsafe when he charged at me. Demanding that I be punished for him making the submissives uncomfortable is abusive. I didn’t know that I was expected to endure abusive behavior, and I worry for Gemma’s safety,” I say honestly.
“Thank you for explaining your thoughts. In the future, try not to express your emotions on your face. Without context, it appears disrespectful. Okay?”
“Yes, Master,” I say with a nod.
“There. No punishment needed,” Adrian says as he sits and motions for me to move back in front of him.
“That’s bullshit,” Fredrico snaps.
“His submissive. His responsibility,” the headmaster says. “You all will have a chance at a scene with Ms. Remington. If you feel as though she has a lesson to learn, save it for then…. Now, masters. We have a tradition of the submissives being taken the first time as a group. Remember, you are breaking them in. Spare them nothing and fill the room with their screams.”
“Fuck,” I say in a hushed voice. My body involuntarily shivers, but Adrian gently kneads my shoulders as he leans into me.
“I won’t hurt you, Little Dove. I promise,” he says softly. “Go to the ottoman and bend over it.”
I sigh heavily, but I do it. I move up to the ottoman, and the headmaster is staring at me, waiting to see if I will fight him. Gemma looks fucking terrified when Fredrico drags her over to the opposite side of the ottoman I am at and pushes her over. Adrian kneels behind me and wraps one arm around my waist to pull me back against him.
“Focus on me,” Adrian says.
“He’s going to hurt her,” I whisper.
“I know. Just focus on me,” he repeats. “I will not deny that you are a fucking brat, Alania, but bratty submissives can and often are still good girls. So, be my good girl and let’s put on a show for the prick. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say, happier. I may not want to submit, but I will willingly take him any way he wants for the sake of being petty. I flinch when I watch Fredrico grip Gemma’s waist and slam into her. She immediately starts screaming as he fucks her hard and fast.
“Focus on me, Little Dove. I don’t want this to turn into a punishment,” he says as he runs his hand up my inner thigh. When he gently strokes his fingers across my clit, he chuckles when I gasp softly. What the fuck is wrong with me? His tender dominance has my body so fucking ready for him. Maybe it’s the pettiness of the situation, or maybe I just really want this man inside of me. I’ve always coped with stress through sex, so why not take advantage of the situation and let him rail me back to a calmer state of mind?
“Oh, Little Dove. Now I know you want to submit to me,” Adrian says, gently kissing a sensitive spot below my ear that sends a shiver down my spine. “Bend, but don’t lie down. Stay in control of your body.”
I bend and place my forearms on the ottoman, but spread my knees apart so I can let my back dip down. Adrian moves my skirt up as he kneads and squeezes my ass. I groan when he smacks, but it’s the sound of his zipper that calms me. I can feel his hands on me, and he holds me differently than anyone I’ve ever been with. He is obsessively touching my body as he pulls himself out, and I wiggle my ass back as I grow impatient.
“So eager,” he grunts, moving his hands to hold onto my hips tightly. When I feel the head of his cock, I feel the piercing. “Take what you want, Little Dove. Take my cock deep.”
I push back, and I gasp when he starts to stretch me painfully wide. It takes my breath away, but I keep going. Inch by inch, I take him into me. Each barbell of his piercing is like a little piece of heaven. By the time he is as deep as I can handle, I am panting. “Fuck, you’re so big,” I whimper.
Adrian chuckles as he tightens his grip. I try to relax, knowing he is about to fucking wreck me, but nothing can prepare me for how he draws out and slams into me, forcing as much of his cock into me as he can. My pleasured scream sounds around the room, drowning out the sounds of the others fucking. Adrian continues to fuck me harder and harder, truly following the tradition of breaking me in. I am moaning and yelling out every time he stabs deep, but then he takes one of my hands and pushes it down between my legs.
Fuck me, this man is making sure I come with him. This feels too good to be true, but I revel in the feeling anyway. I start rubbing my clit and pushing my hips back. He growls as he fucks me, sending waves of brutal pleasure through my aching belly. Warmth takes over, and I tighten around his cock. His groans are delicious and the only thing I can focus on. He sounds so incredible when he is buried in my cunt.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” I moan loudly. “Please, Master. Please let me come!”
“Come with me, Dove,” Adrian grunts. My body is far more obedient than my mind, because a blinding orgasm floods my body, and I am nearly screaming as something animalistic breaks free. I can feel how his cock throbs and twitches inside of me as he fucks his come as deep as he can.
Adrian slows his pace until he stops, but stays buried. I am gasping for air, and my entire body is trembling when he finally pulls out of me.
I am realizing now that everyone was watching that. Adrian intentionally delayed us starting so that everyone would have to watch us come. He leans down as he scoops me into his arms to whisper, “I am proud of you, Alania.”
“Mmmm,” I whine.
“Aftercare, everyone,” Headmaster Charles calls out. “Make sure it matches the intensity you gave them.”
Adrian carries me somewhere, but I am still too dazed to figure out where. When we go through a door, I open my eyes to see that we are in a dimly lit room. I am lying on a bed, but when I go to sit up, he pushes me back down. “We are in my room. Relax and let me take care of you,” he says.
