** Six Months Later **

Rayne lay in bed. Nathan had insisted she practice one day a week, relaxing, allowing herself to lie in past six— it had been somewhat difficult in the beginning.  But slowly with Nathans' encouragement and patience, Saturday was that day. 

Twisting her head, she lifted slightly to see the box still sat where she had left it the night before. Reaching, she stroked the smooth wooden surface of the box up before picking it up and bringing it closer. Tilting it, fingers trembling, she opened it to reveal the three-carat solitaire ring.

Her pulse quickened as warmth spread throughout. She hadn't dreamt it. It was still there. Biting her lip, she touched it, almost expecting it to disappear. But it was real. It wasn't a dream. Someone loved her enough to want to marry her, spend the rest of their lives with her and not just someone—Nathan.

No one will ever want you, Rayne. I should have drowned you the day you were born. Get away from me you, bratty disgusting girl.

A shiver passed over her. No mother.  You were wrong. I am lovable.

Nathan walked from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand, roughly drying his hair. "You're awake." He walked towards the bed, stopping at the foot of the enormous bed. "You know you're supposed to wear it... not just look at it."

"It's so beautiful," she whispered.

Nathan threw his hand towel to the floor and ripped away the towel from his waist. Flinging it towards the other towel now resting in the middle of the room. The bed dipped under his weight. She shut the box lid. A pained look fell across her face. Her eyes darted to his dropped towels, crumpled, taunting her.   Placing the box on the side, an increased awareness of her surroundings pounded her thoughts. Wet towels belonged in the laundry basket. Not on the floor!  One... two... three... four... five... six.

He was well aware of her compulsions and proclivities and had agreed with the approval of her doctor and part of her therapy to push the boundaries of her comfort. Although accepting she led a regimented and precise existence. He often marvelled, likening it too observing a genius solve a complex algorithm. There was resolve and method behind every one of her compulsions, and never once had it caused him concern. In his eyes, her imperfections were the very reason she was perfect.

And now here they were, six months later, sharing his home in the Hamptons and her compulsions to make everything perfect had become the norm. He couldn't remember what life wasn't like before her. He most certainly didn't want to imagine his life without her.

Snapping back to the present, a distraction was warranted. The biting of her bottom lip told him she was about to bolt from the bed and pick up his dropped towels. But he knew what would divert his beautiful Rayne-drops attention. He lowered his head and bit her toes through the covers.

A twist in her stomach as her eyes remained glued to the dropped towels, inner turmoil tearing her in half.   They needed to be lifted and placed in the linen basket. It wasn't right that they sit on the floor. She counted to six. Jolted from her thoughts, she gasped as Nathan bit her toes. "Hey! That tickles."

Looking up. "A-hu." His eyebrow cocked.

Shifting, he placed himself either side of her small body, working his way up the bed, continuing to bite her through the thin cover. Yanking the sheet, it revealed to him her beautiful creamy naked flesh as he ran his tongue along her stomach, breathing in her delectable scent. Higher, he kissed her perfect full round breasts, happily welcoming her intake of breath as he sucked on her hardened nipple.

All thoughts of the towels vanished. Just the thought of his fiery mouth on her washed away any worries. It wouldn't kill her to let them sit there for a while longer. She moaned as he nipped her nipple. The sharp pain brought a rush of welcome pleasure as heat rushed across her chest.

Nathan tugged her nipple with his teeth. It had been a few days earlier he had noticed a change in Rayne when he had playfully bitten her. She had melted under his touch and moaned, withering beneath him. Until then, he had been so gentle with her. So unlike him and his usual dominant nature, sensing it imperative that he keep her shielded from this side of him, repressing those wants and needs, placing hers before his own.

He hadn't even tried to reach out to Jaxon to tell him about Rayne. She wasn't like anyone they had shared. He wasn't even sure if he would ever want to share Rayne with his brother. Nor had he discussed how he had lived his life before her—not wanting to frighten his little Rayne-drop. Having fallen completely and madly in love, he would ensure no harm would ever befall her. But in hindsight, perhaps he had been a little hasty. She wasn't made of glass after all.

Fetching his hand up, he tightly pinched one nipple whilst continuing to suck the other.

Rayne gasped, her heart racing as her sex flooded. All thought of routine, wet towels shoved to the dark recesses of her mind.

He lifted his head, releasing her nipple. "Rayne, do you like a little pain?"

Rayne stilled.

"Answer me Rayne." Not like him to push. He had spoken with permission to her Doctor, where he confessed to him Rayne's deep desire to please. It has spurred something on inside him and he had asserted himself the day before. Asking her the same question. Only to be distracted and dragged away to deal with a pressing problem.

"Yes, I like some pain." In the past Rayne had used pain to relieve the pressure of her compulsions. She would bite the inside of her cheeks, pinch herself or dig her nails hard into her thighs, drawing blood. The sharpness would distract from the more harming thoughts or impulses. She had never disclosed this to Nathan, worried that he might find her actions appalling... shameful—as did she.

"Clarify what you mean... some pain."

She wasn't sure how to answer.

He sensed her confliction. An example was in order. "When I bite your nipple or pull roughly, do you like it?" He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, before tugging. Eyes fixed on her, he soothed it with his tongue.

"Hmmm..."

"Words Rayne. There can be no room for confusion."

Goosebumps sailed across her arms. "Yes Nathan, there's bad pain... and good."

He took the erect bud between his teeth and bit harder. She moaned, music to his ears.

"Is that a good pain?"

She nodded "Yes, yes." Almost panting as the sting flourished into rapture.

Boldness took the reins. "Rayne, I have been very gentle with you, holding parts of myself back in fear of hurting you. Would you like it if I was a little rougher to bring you pleasure with pain—the good pain?"

Rayne considered his question. A euphoric rush often followed pain. Unable to explain why.

"Be honest with me, Rayne. I want to give you what you desire, and it requires us being truthful with one another."

A question formed in her mind. "Do you want to be rougher with me, Nathan?"

Integrity was key. "I love making love to you, Rayne. And your enjoyment is of high importance for me."

She sensed a but... and held her breath.

He continued. "But I must admit I like to be in control Rayne, and there are times I want to fuck you... hard," he expressed with a lowered tone. "How do you feel about that?"

Her eyes widened. He had never used such coarse words, but couldn't deny the excitement that rushed through her tummy... and lower.

Watching blood rush to her cheeks and down her throat, he continued. "And when I say control Rayne... I mean complete control. I don't want our lovemaking to be planned. When I want to make love to—or fuck my fiancée. I want to do it whenever or wherever the mood takes us."

Silence.

Only breathing filled the space between them. But he sensed the surrounding air change. "Do you trust me, Rayne? Trust me never to hurt you?"

Yes, yes, yes, she wanted to cry out, but experiences rebounded deep in her memories.

"Can I change my mind if—" she stumbled.

"Of course. If I do something—anything you don't like or want me to stop. Then you tell me straight away. I may have control of the ship, but you still decide its direction, Rayne."

She mulled over his words. What did she have to lose? "Yes, Nathan. I trust you not to hurt me."

"Good Rayne. I will decide how it will be until you say different—agreed?"

"Yes, Nathan. I agree."

The consent of her words brought unexplainable feelings to the surface, but he needed to ensure she understood.

Returning his attention to breasts, flicking his tongue across her nipple, he bit once again, harder than previously before sucking to reduce the sting. He repeated this three times before relinquishing with a pop. His head kicked up. "You are mine, Rayne. Tell me you understand?"

His tone held weight. The power radiating from him to her was liberating and incalculably exciting.

Briefly holding her gaze, the smile on his face grew into something rather devious. "These tits are mine," he said, squeezing them harder than he had ever done.

She never flinched, pleasing him further. Shifting himself, he bit and kissed her stomach, heading lower. "Beautiful" he breathed against her skin as he kissed her pubic bone. Pushing himself up, he pushed her legs apart, now completely exposed to him. He could see her clit peeping, and a swipe of his finger along her slit showed him how excited she was. "This pussy is mine."

She moaned, his dirty words reaching those dark parts of her she kept hidden.

"Do you trust me to give you what you need, Rayne?"

Swallowing. "Yes Nathan." Hardly recognising her own voice.

"That pleases me, Rayne."

His words of approval sent a jolt of pure pleasure throughout her entire body.

"Good girl. Now open your legs wider for me."

Rayne complied.

"Perfect." He moved upwards, bracing his muscular arms either side her shoulders, positioning his cock at her entrance,  he watched her intently.  "I love you Rayne Winters.  More than I have ever loved another."  One slow stroke,  he pushed himself inside her aching pussy.

Barely able to breathe, heart thundering in her chest, Rayne sighed in relief.

Nathan thrust as he felt her yield beneath him. Her surrender was beautiful, and his cock throbbed in response. "I'm going to go deeper; Rayne and you're going to take it... take all of me." Nathan was quite aware he was on the large side and had up to now held himself back. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes! Nathan, please."

He pushed deeper, stretching her like never before, spreading her thighs with the scale of his hips.

Her eyes rolled back as a moan of contentment seeped from some deep hidden corner of her being.

He pulled back and then thrust harder. His strokes were smooth, deep, wanting to feel every part of her around him. "Do you feel me, Rayne?" His voice slightly strained.

Oh boy, did she feel him. "Yes!" she panted, now realising just how much of himself he had been holding back.

"You're mine, Rayne." He pressed deeper; their pelvises kissed. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You Nathan, I belong only to you."

Hearing these words, something inside him broke free, and he fucked her without restraint. His hips now slammed into the crib of her thighs and it was likely she would be sore. His thick cock stretched her in a way she had never experienced before.

As his thrusts gained strength, the hard tip of his cock strummed against her G-spot. With each touch, her body ached for more, chasing a high she'd never had. The inner stimulation mixed with the stroking of nerves deep inside clouded her mind.

She shouted out his name as the crescendo of pleasure continued to build. He grunted with each thrust, their bellies slick, gliding over one another.

His voice unsteady, his pace relentless. "I'm going to come deep inside you Rayne."

She clamped down hard on his cock buried deep inside her. "Yes!" she screamed unable to hold back as waves of intense emotions, crashing like a tsunami.   

Nathan threw his head back and hot spurts of semen filled her walls. He roared out as his last thrusts sent jutts of tremors throughout him. It was the first time he hadn't made love to his Rayne-drop—he had fucked her hard, and it was an extraordinary and liberating feeling for them both.

He crumpled on her top of her, though careful not to crush her. His head fell into the crook of neck as he continued panting, Rayne's breathing in tune with his.

Slowly lifting himself, he rolled from her, lying next to her. He reached for her delicate hand, entwining their fingers. Breaths still heavy. The smell of sex lingered, thick in the air.

Rayne came down from the most rewarding high of her short life. Never had she felt so happy, desired and relaxed. By the heavens, did she love this man.

Pulling her hand towards his mouth, he kissed her fingers. "Mind-blowing... perfect," he whispered.

She wanted to tell him how amazing it had felt, him taking control of their love-making or fucking as she thought more apt. But her words stayed hidden beneath her tongue, too afraid to speak her mind.

"I'm thirsty," he announced moments later, his throat dry, scratchy.

Rayne shot up. "Let me—"

"No, you stay here, I'll grab us some water."

His tone was firm as she nodded. Nathan pushed himself up, legs a little weak. But it didn't matter. He knew something had changed between them.

Rayne stared at his sculpted toned ass as he walked from their room. It didn't take long for the towels to catch her peripheral vision. Jumping from the bed as if a fire had been lit beneath her, she rushed to pick them up, quickly dispensing them in the laundry basket. She heaved a sigh of relief. Everything was perfect.

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A/N:  I've had feedback and wanted to clarify my reasons for skipping ahead six months at the start of the chapter -  Simply,  Repetition.  Nathan and Rayne's relationship had to be at a stage where Jaxon could be introduced and I didn't want to repeat character reactions to her OCD.  Hope this makes sense!