Chapter 52: The blessing

Mike emerged from the closet with four items in his hands. Three were ties, and one was a cord.

"M-Mike, what are you going to do with that?" she inquired, her voice trembling. Denise wasn't used to it all and had no idea what he had plotted.

"Do you believe me?" she asked, nodding her head as he kissed her on the cheek.

"We're going to do what the 50 shades do," he said to her, taking both of her hands and tying them to one of the bedposts with his tie. After that, he wrapped his cord around her mouth. He also blindfolded her. The remainder of the tie was used to secure her feet to the bedpost.

"You look so hot right now; you have no clue where I'm going to touch you after this, the things I could do right now," Mike said as her heart raced and she jumped when she felt him blow on her erect nipple.

He kissed her down the bridge of her breasts to her stomach. He yanked her close, taking her mouth in his. "I love you, Denise, always remember that," he said as he slid into her, rougher than he had ever been.

He kept going, harder and faster until the pain overtook the pleasure. She felt tears well up in her eyes, and all she could hear were pained groans that had been misinterpreted as moans.

Denise bit down on the cord, but the pain was excruciating. She could instantly feel him tearing her p*ssy but couldn't stop him.

"F*ck, you're always tight," he groaned in her ear before kissing her just below it.

She had no idea how long Mike had taken, but it felt like forever.

This was the best lovemaking she'd had with him. All she wanted to do was please him, and it was well worth it. Then he let himself be released inside of her.

"That was amazing," he groaned out. She took in deep breaths before Denise felt him slip himself into her once more.

"Just one more time and I'll let you rest, I promise, Sweetie." And then, the pain began all over again, just this time was worse because of her flesh being extremely tender.

He finally got off of her and released her hands and she stopped him from taking the rest off.

She slowly took off the belt first and he gave her a kiss, where she prayed that her lips wouldn't quiver against his.

"You should go shower," she told him, her voice coming out shaky and he sighed before she felt the bed dip.

Denise waited five minutes after hearing the shower start before removing the blindfold.

When she looked in the mirror in the corner, she noticed her eyelashes were wet and her eyes were red and swollen.

She looked down at the bed, horrified at the state of it.

As she took her first step, she gathered herself and almost began to weep.

Mike emerged from the shower as she made her way to the restroom. He rushed over to her and picked her up, which Denise was thankful for.

"Um, sweetie, you always smell so good," he said nervously as he placed her in his tub and filled it with warm water.

"I'm sorry if I was rough with you in bed; it's just that I miss you a lot after we fight."

"I'm sorry if I hurt you or went too far," he apologized, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Denise averted her gaze, unsure of how she felt at the time.

"I just need to get used to your roughness, love; don't worry, I love it as well; maybe take it one step at a time with me?" she suggested.

"Of course, sweetie, did I hurt you?" he asked, his face concerned.

"A little, but it's nothing. I can handle it," she said with a small smile on her face.

He cursed himself before slipping his towel and approaching her from behind. He encircled her with his arms, drawing her closer to him while soothingly massaging her waist with his hands.

Denise could feel the shame eating him alive as he whispered, "You know I never meant to hurt you, right?"

"I know, love," she said as Mike frowned at her and she moved her head up, he licked his lips before barely gazing at hers.

She had a pout on her face, while he rolled his eyes with a slight smile on his face.

"One step at a time, sweetie," he said as he kissed her on the cheek. Denise groaned before putting her hands on his chest and laying her head against it.

"A moment like these that make the pain worthwhile," she told herself as she hugged him tightly.

Mike showed her how much he loved her that night by being compassionate and caring. They were up for hours, and she fell in love with him all over again during that time.

~

Denise dashed to the restroom and pulled out the pregnancy tests; in five minutes, she'd know the truth. She tried to give herself a piece of advice, but she knew deep down that she wasn't ready for a baby.

Denise sighed, realizing ten minutes had already passed. She examined all three tests, and they were all positive.

She looked down at her belly, puzzled as to how a baby could form in there.

She walked out of her room, wrapping the tests in tissue and tossing them in the trash can.

She found Mike in his office, Harold on his lap, fiddling with his tie.

Mike was busy with paperwork and wore his reading glasses. "How was your day?" she inquired, drawing his gaze up to meet hers.

He smiled before looking down at the youngster, his eyes narrowing as he pulled the tie out of his mouth.

"He's so clingy, all he wants is my attention," Mike explained before handing him over to Denise.

"I missed you, Aunt Denise," Harold said as he hugged her.

"I missed you as well," she said as she hugged the child.

"Love, I also want your attention, and you don't seem to mind," Denise retorted as she approached him. He raised her head and kissed her on the lips.

With a sigh, he drew back and looked down at Harold, who was hugging Denise. "I'd like one of my own soon," he grumbled.

She was flushed. Should she tell him, or should she keep it a surprise for their dinner date?

"Give him back to his Aunt Samantha, then return here," Mike said. Denise then did as she was instructed.

"Did you find a dress for our later dinner date?" Mike inquired, placing her on top of his desk.

She nodded, humming her response, her gaze fixed on her hands, mindlessly playing with them.

"Can I ask you a question, Love?" she asked.

"Of course, what exactly is it?" he inquired.

"How many children do you want?" Denise inquired at random.

"Three or five, as many as we can have," he said.

"That's a lot," she said, laughing at him.

"Is that something that bothers you?"

"Would it matter even if it did?" she smiled as she shook her head, staring at his lips.

"No," he growled, his lips touching hers.

"Mike, I love you."