Page 53 of Our Little Dove

I wash myself with the shower gel that smells like honey, enjoying the freedom to move my arms. I feel like scrubbing my skin raw after last night, but I don’t have the energy.

Stepping out of the shower, I feel exposed and vulnerable. The steam from the hot water curls around me like ghostly fingers, heightening my sense of unease. I dry myself off mechanically, my mind racing with questions about what these new rules could possibly entail.

After getting dressed, I remain silent as I follow her to the table where Fintan sits, restrained and ravenous, the weight of the collar around my neck is a constant reminder of our forced submission.

The air between us crackles with tension, heavy with unspoken words and desires as she unchains Fintan’s wrists from the back of the chair, allowing him enough movement to eat.

The clinking of silverware against the plate fills the air, breaking the heavy silence between us as Fintan devours the food in front of him. I don’t know how he can eat. My stomach rumbles but the thought of consuming food right now has bile rising in the back of my throat.

She watches me with a calculating gaze, her full lips pressed against the cup as she sips her coffee.

I dare not speak first, waiting for her to lay down these so-called“new rules”that are already constricting my every move. Finally, she sets her cup down with a deliberate clang.

“Eat, pet,” Alex commands but this time her tone is more relaxed—friendly even.

My stomach churns just by looking at the table and I push my plate back with averyforced half-smile.

She is serving us breakfast on the fucking same table she chained Fintan to yesterday... before she made me fuck him on camera.

She shakes her head and lets out a sigh but thankfully, she lets it go. If she tried forcing me to eat right now, I’d wholeheartedly take advantage of my uncuffed wrists and squeeze the life out of her, not thinking twice about the shocks she would deliver to my throat.

She begins, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “I think it’s time we shake things up a bit.” The corner of her mouth curls into a small smile that does nothing to ease the dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

As she outlines the new boundaries and expectations she has for us, I feel the weight of each word press down on me like a physical force.

“I will be watching you every moment of every day. Rule number one, if you are good and obedient for me, you’ll get a treat. Rule number two, unless instructed to do so, you will under no circumstances touch yourselves or each other. Rulenumber three, disobey or break any of the rules and I will take away your privileges. The punishment will fit your crime.”

Fintan and I look at each other before turning back to Alex with wary gazes. “I will break you like you tried to break me,” she informs us as she pops a forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth without breaking eye contact.

We look at each other again and an unspoken agreement passes between us as we nod along dutifully, knowing that resistance is futile at this point.

She will fuck up at some point, but we need her to let her guard down if we have any hopes of taking back our control and freedom.

We will need to play along with her fucked-up little games and appear broken and defeated. A weak appearance is the price I am willing to pay if it means I will get the chance to walk out of this hell.

She belongs to us. We marked her. Claimed her. Our little Dove is playing with wildfire, and I can’t wait to fucking burn her alive for what she has done to us. To me.

Two days later

It’s been days since Alex announced her new rules. Kieran has shared his plan with me. The plan to play along with Alex’s little game of master and slaves. He is angry but suspects that if we just do whatever she wants, she’ll become complacent and let her guard down around us.

Oh, I don’t fucking think so.

I will not submit to her. She’s a scorned little Dove playing with forces beyond her capabilities. She does not have what it takes to make me submit to her. There’s a clear hierarchy in our…relationship.

Our little Dove will not and cannot dethrone me. If she wants to play, oh Darlin’, we’ll fucking play. The sound of the lock echoes in the basement, the door opening and closing before her footsteps grow louder.

Making it down to the basement, I unchain Kieran first and take him to the restroom to get him ready for his shower. He’s been extremely obedient despite the fire in his eyes lately.

Good boy.

I allow him to take his shower unattended while I set the table, making sure breakfast is ready by the time I check up on Kieran. I make sure he’s dressed before I chain him to one of the chairs and grab Fintan, my disobedient pet. Walking him to the shower, he starts to resist, and I activate both collars, a higher voltage this time making them double over.

“Punishments are shared, pet. Now, you may want to apologize to your buddy over there,” I hiss at him, looking back at Kieran who sits at the table practically vibrating with fury.

Fintan stays silent so I shove him into the bathroom and turn on the water. An idea comes to mind as I stand in the already steaming room. My frustration is at an all-time high as Fintan still refuses to obey my instructions.

Perhaps I need a different approach with him. He clearly doesn’t mind pain or physical discomfort.

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