The Betrayal (Unbroken Raine Falling 1)

At his words, she allowed him to help her onto the padded contraption. As he gave her a gentle push between her shoulder blades, she bent over the bench. Her show of trust warmed him, and he was determined to make this good for her.

The angry red stripe across her thighs, mottling into a terrible purple, made him murderous, but now wasn’t the time to let his fury loose.

Crouching behind her, Liam urged her legs apart and cuffed her ankles again. She tensed, understandable given how helpless she’d been against Beck’s wrath.

“Shh. Give yourself over to me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

Then he gently kissed each thigh where she’d been abused by the rubber strap, ignoring Hammer’s stare that all but singed the skin off his back. Liam dismissed him even as another part of him wanted to plant his fist in the bastard’s face and scream that he deserved every bit of what was about to happen.

As he moved up and reached for her wrists, her soft voice curled in his ear. “You know how long it’s been since...” Her anxious glance willed him to understand. “And I’ve never...” She drew in a shuddering breath. “Will it hurt?”

He’d be the first Master to claim her, and that made him swell with pride—and even more potent desire. Hell, what a boon. Liam was mightily glad she hadn’t let some other potentially inept fucker have this part of her.

“No. There now. Close your eyes. Pretend it’s just you and me here. Take a deep breath and give me your worries. Will you do that for me?” He petted her hair gently. “Yes, that’s it. Just like that. Now open yourself, Raine, and trust that by the time my cock is buried in your ass, you’ll be feeling nothing but pleasure. I’ll awaken a more submissive side of you and give you something you’ve never felt.”

Liam ripped off his shirt and concentrated completely on claiming Raine as his own. He had to fuck not just her body, but her mind, too. She had to surrender her will in front of all these people and open herself completely to him.

As he wound behind her again, he gently stroked her thighs to soothe her with one hand. With the other, he signaled to a watching slave for ice and a towel. Within moments, he pressed the cooling terrycloth to her. It wouldn’t stop the bruising, but it might numb the area enough so he could take her mind and body elsewhere.

A tall order for the troubled woman, but he had the desire and patience. This was his first act as her Dom, and he would not fail her.

Minutes later, Liam set the towel aside, and Raine stiffened.

“Shh, lass. Breathe in and out. Like that, yes,” he crooned. “Relax for me.”

And she listened, the starch left her body by degrees. Liam breathed across her skin, then followed with a languid brush of his fingers. He caressed his way up her hips, her back, over her tense shoulders, all the way to her neck, until she warmed for him. He worshipped her body, getting lost in her softness, her heady feminine scent. Her perfection.

By the time he delved between her thighs, Raine was gasping her readiness. He trailed his fingers along her bare slit. So wet. The scent of her arousal slammed his brain and his cock with equal force. Liam eased a finger inside her and groaned as her swollen, silky pussy squeezed him. Fuck, she was going to feel so good enveloping his cock, so small and tight. He couldn’t wait.

But first things first.

Liam bent and rimmed her little virgin rosette with his tongue. She gasped, trying to squeeze her cheeks together to keep him out. Clearly, she wasn’t accustomed to anyone touching her there. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought that he’d make damn certain she both got used to it and loved it.

Dragging his lips over the fleshy part of her backside, he lapped his way up her body to murmur in her ear. “Don’t forget to relax for me. Let yourself feel. Sink into the sensations. They’ll be new, but I promise, they’ll be ones you come to crave.”

At her shaky nod, he slid down her body back to her small, untried hole and pried her open. He laved and circled around her sensitive flesh until her breath caught, until she flushed, until her body tensed and she was grabbing the edges of the table again, this time not anticipating pain, but bracing for pleasure. Then he added to it, his questing fingers seeking out the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of her weeping cunt.

With a soft little cry that made his cock harder, Raine undulated as she sank into the slow, insistent rhythm he set. She was nearly ready to take everything he intended to give her. Then all this pale, silky skin...his. This virgin ass...his. All her will and fire and need...his.