Chapter Sixty
Mikkel
“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”
~ Robert Frost
L ife felt right when she was with me. It wasn’t all smiles or easy days, but that was never what I thought of as “perfect.” Perfect never meant a life without storms; it meant that in every life I could live, in every reality that could exist, it would begin and end with her. She was mi constante, mi cada camino y mi siempre. 205
I loved her in every way a woman could be loved—like a whispered secret in the dark, like sunlight catching in her copper platinum hair. I loved her in breaths and in silences, in laughter that lingered and in the quiet ache of longing. I loved her with a fierce tenderness, in every glance, in every touch, in all the ways language failed but the heart remembered. She was my dawn and my dusk, and I loved her endlessly, as though it was the only thing I was ever meant to do.
After everything, I made sure she had weekly at-home sessions with Dr. Green, and as many Beauty and the Beast rewatches as she wanted. Slowly, I saw her come back to herself, that spark in her eyes reigniting.
As for me, seeing her heal was enough to lift my own spirits. Nothing made me happier than knowing I’d given Joshua exactly what he deserved, and watching the aftermath made it all the more satisfying.
Kamadge let me know that Joshua wasn’t dead—but even better, he was fingerless. Eight fingers, gone. Snapped and severed, one by one. Watching him crumble, reduced to a quivering mess, brought a twisted satisfaction I never knew I was capable of. It was brutal, undeniably drastic, but necessary. And without a doubt, the best two hundred grand I ever spent.
Joshua was handled. Gone from our lives in every way that mattered. And with that weight lifted, I could finally focus on what truly mattered: Abigail and the future we were building.
The launch of my acquisition was fast approaching, and Abigail and I spent the entire week at Celestine Grande Hotel, nestled in the heart of SoHo. We needed a break, and it just so happened that this was where the launch party would be held.
Our suite offered breathtaking views of The Haughwout Building, our mornings began with leisurely breakfasts on our private terrace, overlooking the iconic skyline as the city awakened below, and our nights ended with slow, sensual, passionate fucking.
Life was amazing.
I stood in the ballroom, watching my team ensure every detail was perfect. I didn’t have to be here—interior designers had been paid handsomely for this—but everything in my company required my hands-on approach. Nothing was left to chance.
Breaking out of my thoughts, I grabbed my phone and quickly sent a message to Abigail .
Me: Hey. Still at the masseuse?
Red: I just finished.
Red: Going to get a mojito at the bar.
Me: Good. Be up by 7 pm, amor.
Red: I’m intrigued.
Me: You should be.
She was used to my secretiveness by now and by the way the three dots lingered in the chat, I could tell her mind was racing with what I had up my sleeve.
Abigail-Ann
“You should be,” replayed in my mind and I wondered, what the fuck he was up to.
I set my empty glass down, fingers brushing through my curls as I caught my reflection in the mirror.
Leaving the bar, I headed to our room, anticipation building with each step.
At the doorway, I took in the scene—the soft glow of bedside lamps, their light diffused through delicate, draped fabric.
Mikkel Suarez always outdid himself.
It took me a moment to realize soft music was playing courtesy of a speaker sitting on a desk in the far corner. Just as I was starting to wonder where the hell he was, my eyes were drawn to the paper folded and placed neatly in the middle of the bedspread .
Take the handcuffs from the bedside drawer and secure your wrists to the headboard. I’ll be there soon to enjoy you fully.
No puedo esperar a jugar con ese húmedo cono tuyo.
-Tu amante
A playful smile danced on my lips as I imagined the scene he described. Grabbing my phone to translate what those words meant, the breath I caught almost stopped in my throat.
I can’t wait to play with that wet pussy of yours.
I placed the note down and opened the bedside drawer, my breath catching as two sets of yellow padded handcuffs slid forward. The short chains gleamed in the dim light, a small key resting beside them. I picked up a pair, surprised by their weight.
Reaching for the bottle of sparkling champagne, I let the cool glass settle against my palm, the meaning behind the note finally sinking in. I would be bound to the bed, completely exposed.
A slow heat spread through me as I kicked off my boots, undressing with deliberate movements. Standing by the bed, fully nude, I hesitated—goosebumps prickling my skin—before finally cuffing my left wrist and securing the other end to the headboard.
The motion tugged the thick comforter down, leaving my breasts bare against the warm air.
My heart pounded, a pulse of anticipation mixing with a twinge of nervousness. Then, I heard it—a card sliding into the door, followed by the soft whir of the electronic lock. The door swung open.
Then his voice. Deep. Controlled. Seductive.
“Ready for the ride, Red?”
A shiver raced down my spine, heat curling in my belly. My voice trembled, thick with anticipation. “ Sí . 206 ”
He stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind him. I barely registered the backpack slung over his white, tailored suit, too focused on the way his gaze devoured me—slow and unrelenting.
Setting the bag at the foot of the bed, he prowled closer, bracing his arms on either side of my head. His presence suffocated the space in the best way, his scent—leather, spice, and something distinctly him—clouding my senses.
With effortless control, he tightened each cuff to the headboard, testing them with a slow, deliberate tug that sent my pulse skyrocketing. Finally, he retrieved the small key, his lips curling into a smirk before tossing it into the open drawer and shutting it with a bump of his hip.
“We won’t be needing that for a while, will we?” The teasing glint in his eyes made my stomach flip.
My breath hitched. Completely at his mercy. My thighs pressed together involuntarily. I swallowed hard and shook my head.
Mikkel smiled—a wicked thing—his eyes dropping to my peaked, pink areolas, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face.
His hand found my upturned hip, pressing me firmly against the bed, his touch slow, possessive. He traced his palm down the outside of my thigh, his voice a low hum of amusement.
“You’re gonna fuck me with a blindfold on?” My voice was barely a whisper, caught between curiosity and something darker.
His response was a single, devastating stroke between my legs—quick, electric, enough to make me gasp.
“Patience, mi amor.” His voice turned husky, full of promise. “But yes, I’m gonna fuck you with a blindfold on.”
I nodded eagerly, thrumming with anticipation.
The moment the fabric slid over my eyes, my world shrank to sound and touch. I heard him move at the foot of the bed, the telltale clink of his belt buckle dropping, the rustle of fabric as he undressed.
Then—silence.
I felt his weight settle beside me, the mattress shifting beneath him. My body tensed, hanging on to the growing stillness, when—wait. What the… fuck ?
A single, featherlight touch traced my throat, gliding lower.
Down.
Between my breasts.
Not teasing. Exploring .
Each slow graze sent a fresh wave of goosebumps rippling over my skin, forcing a sharp arch of my back. The air felt thick—humid with desire—as his fingers continued their unhurried path, leaving me aching, gasping, completely at his mercy.
A groan escaped my lips as the feather shifted to one nipple and then the other.
“Fuck,” I muttered, involuntarily pulling on the handcuffs.
It never dipped any lower though, despite me instinctively lifting my hips towards the soft tickle to make contact with the area of my body that wanted it the most. My pussy.
The feather lifted away from my body and I moaned again, waiting for it to tantalize and tease me once more. I jumped when instead of the feather, the chill of an ice cube kissed my collarbone.
A drop of icy moisture was left behind as the ice cube was drawn across to the small cup of my neck. It traveled across my skin, slowly but continuously, leaving behind a path of cool, chilled flesh in its wake. I sucked in a breath as it worked its way down between my breasts, circling my nipples but never quite making contact.
Then I felt it lower across my belly, and lower still, headed straight for the heat burning between my legs.
I tried futilely to hold my legs together against the onslaught of the ice, fighting Mikkel’s attempts to spread them apart until he crawled between my legs and wedged them apart with his thighs.
“Legs open, baby,” he said.
He lifted the ice, dabbed my clit three times, then slid down, his warm breath chasing the lingering chill. “ P-p-please ,” I stuttered, “Right there.”
I moaned as his tongue flicked out and lapped on my clit then jerked again as his hand deftly brought the ice cube back in contact with my sensitive pussy .
“ Mikkel! ” I screamed at the intensity of the coldness.
He continued alternating warm, wet licks of his tongue with the bracing chill of the ice until it started to melt away.
After one last tease, he tossed the melting ice cube and bore down with his tongue, eating me out.
He moaned as he felt my legs squeeze together, pinning his head between them as firmly as my legs would allow. I groaned as he attacked my clit with his tongue, lapping and flicking and teasing as I squirmed against his mouth.
“You m-make-” and I stopped. I couldn’t finish my sentence. The pleasure, the pressure was too great.
“I make you what?” He slipped two fingers inside me, my back arched and I bore down against him as much as the handcuffs would allow.
“You m-make,” I started but again couldn’t finish. I took a deep breath then continued, “you make me feel good.”
The constant tease of his tongue, combined with the twisting, twirling fingers inside me, continued to send waves of pleasure outward from my dripping cunt until a body glitching climax left my legs shuddering and my breath hot and short.
He then removed the blindfold and his hard cock instantly greeted me.
I blinked in the sudden light, dim as it was, and my arms twitched as I made an effort to pull his head down for a kiss, only to find my movement impeded by the handcuffs still restraining me.
A moan of desire escaped my lips, bringing a smile to Mikkel’s face. With a sign of acquiescence, he leaned in, lowering his head enough to brush his lips against mine, testing and teasing me until my mouth parted and my tongue flicked to meet his.
I felt his cock brush against my clit, and my eyes widened as another flash of pleasure washed over me. I lifted my hips, straining to deepen the contact, but he reacted just as quickly, pulling his hips back slightly, teasing me once again.
“Fuck me please,” I cried out, my tone almost a beg .
“Patience, mi corazón , 207 ” he mumbled.
He reached down and adjusted his dick so that the pierced head brushed against my lips, spreading my moistness across its tip.
My whine of frustration, tinged with lust, made his cock grow even more solid as he continued to work its length up and down my lips.
With a gentle slowness, he lowered his hips towards me, until I felt him slide into me, inch by agonizing inch.
“That’s my favorite sound,” he groaned.
I looked up. “What is?”
He pulled out, then gently grabbed my jaw. “That,” he whispered and slid inside my cunt, causing me to moan. “The sound you make when your greedy pussy is taking every inch of my cock.”
I bit my lip so hard I thought it might bleed.
My God, the mouth on this man.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and keep taking my cock, Red?”
I nodded speedily, lust written all over my eyes. “Yes.”
He groaned.
In a span that seemed both endless and all too quickly over, he bottomed out against my pelvis, his cock buried inside me. He kissed me again, his body remaining completely motionless as he reveled in the feel of my wet pussy wrapped around his achingly hard cock.
Still locked at the lips, he slowly pulled himself out of me, feeling the whimper escape my mouth as my pussy struggled valiantly to hold him inside me.
“Can you take all of it, mi vida ? 208 ”
I swallowed. “I…I don’t know.”
“Do you want to try?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Let me know when to stop, okay?”
I nodded, and he reversed direction quickly, sliding back into me, angling to force himself as deep inside as he could, until I couldn’t take any more.
“I c-can’t take anymore,” I whispered and he pulled out, bringing his fingers to rub my clit.
“You did so well, baby,” he whispered. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
His fingers sped up, and I couldn’t think. The pleasure felt overwhelming to the point I felt I was about to pass out, but the sensations overflowing me were too good and another orgasm washed me, hard and fast.
“You look so beautiful cumming all over my fingers, Red,” he whispered and suddenly, with no warning, he started driving himself in and out of me, reaching down with his hands to lift my hips slightly to better angle himself.
“Mikkel!” I screamed, unable to keep quiet longer. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
His eyes widened and my breathing turned to rapid gasps as his motion sent jolts of fire through my body. My arms strained against the handcuffs, desperate to pull him closer. My fingers clenched and unclenched, helpless against the inability to grasp his flesh as his body pounded into me.
With each thrust, my moans grew louder until a sudden scream tore from my lips. My body became a live wire under his hands, every muscle spasming in ecstasy.
As my pussy pulsed and clenched around his cock, he slammed into me twice, then quickly three more times, and then came, his cock spurting as he pulled my hips against his and thrust himself as deeply as he could.
Satisfied and arms trembling, he lowered his body, head now resting on my heaving chest, our bodies still intertwined and unable to move as the exhaustion of the dual climaxes set in.
Finally, the clink of the handcuff chain made him raise his head, and he saw me trying, without avail, to pull my arms down from their bound position. Still semi-hard inside me, he reached over and pulled the key from the drawer, gently unlocking both of my wrists .
With a sigh that was part relief and part exhausted pleasure, I pulled my arms down around him, gripping him close, and gathered his head back down to one of my breasts.
As his tongue traced my nipple, I moaned then whispered, “That was incredible. Let me handcuff you next time.”
He nodded, possibly too exhausted to speak, and we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until we regained enough energy for round two.