With Her Completely

by West, Megan

  “You know I don’t like complaints,” she said in a low, menacing whisper. The threatening look in her eyes had increased exponentially.

  “Looks like someone is feeling rebellious tonight.” She stood up and slapped him hard across the face.

  He knew it was on.

  Chapter Three

  Courtney yanked the tie of her bathrobe, still fixed around Mark’s neck, making him cough. It felt restricted against his throat and he struggled to breathe just enough to feel discomfort but not enough to cause any sort of damage. With watering eyes, he struggled to crawl at the right pace to keep from choking again, but without being right beside her. That would only bring about an even greater punishment than the one he was already facing.

  Mark suspected a good spanking was heading his way, but Courtney seemed to be quite angry with him now. He had been disobedient to the point she accused him of feeling rebellious so he knew there was something more than just a paddling in store for him.

  This was going to be a long night, but he didn’t mind– it was the perfect reason to stay out of the house for as long as possible. Even if his wife wasn’t at home, he didn’t feel like being surrounded by the old memories of a marriage long gone.

  Mark and Courtney walked back into the bedroom and she ordered him to wait in the middle, assuming his usual idle position. He watched as she opened her closet and pulled out the large box he’d given her to hold all the toys and implements they used together. His cock twitched with excitement.

  Seeing that box was enough to turn him on even more than he already was. He knew once they started using anything from that box, every sensation would increase and that unique intimacy he shared with Courtney would be more present. And on this night he wanted that more than ever.

  When she turned back around to face him, having placed the box on the dresser and out of his reach, he saw what she was holding. It took every fiber of self-control not to make a noise of protest and not let it show on his face. He deserved what he was about to get for upsetting his mistress the way he had. He had earned his punishment fair and square.

  She was holding a leather ball stretcher affixed with two pulls. Of course she had gone for that one. She only ever used it if he needed some strict discipline. Mark swallowed hard around the lump that had formed in his throat while trying to maintain a blank expression. She walked forward to him and dangled the leather ball stretcher in front of his face from one of its pulls, taunting him.

  “Stand up,” she said quietly.

  He complied immediately, not moving his hands from atop his head. She knelt down in front of him. He did his best to stifle a sharp gasp when he felt her hot breath land on his aching cock. He knew she was perfectly aware of what it did to him. She was enjoying it to the fullest.

  Carefully, Courtney fastened the leather ball stretcher around his scrotum and tugged on it from the dangling pulls. Mark grit his teeth. It wasn’t particularly painful, at least not right away, but he hated how it felt and that was why it served as punishment when he really needed it. She flicked the bottom of his balls once before standing up and stepping back to survey him.

  Then she walked back over to the box and pulled out two small weights; weights he knew she would be clipping to the ends of the pulleys on the leather ball stretcher. She walked over and knelt in front of him again to put the weights on. She gave the slightest and quickest flick of her tongue over the bottom of his balls before standing up.

  Mark shuddered. That only made it all worse. Now he ached for her touch and for sweet relief even more than before. She knew exactly what she was doing and he knew she was feeling sheer joy at simultaneously teasing and punishing him like this.

  “Get on all fours on the bed,” she ordered him before turning around and walking back over to the box. Right away he did as she ordered and no sooner had he properly positioned his body on the bed, he felt the first blow of the paddle land across his muscular, firm ass.

  His body lurched forward slightly and his dangling balls swung wildly. It was a quite uncomfortable and painful experience given they were being stretched with leather and weights. That was exactly why Courtney had put that dreaded stretcher on him before the spanking started. It was double the punishment and that was what he had earned with his actions.

  Mark planted the palms of his hands down firmly on the surface of the bed and clenched his jaw. From the one blow she had delivered he could already tell she was using the heavy wooden paddle and he knew she was going to wield it with extra strength. He heard the whoosh of air catch against the paddle and a second later he felt it land on his ass with a lot more force than the first blow.

  She was relentless. She delivered three more strong blows in a row, right across his entire ass, causing him pain and his balls to swing about wildly. He finally cried out when she smacked his ass cheeks individually, three times each, before delivering a final blow across his ass with the most force yet.

  He felt Courtney’s hands rubbing against his sore and raw butt, providing some relief but also an entirely new round of pain and discomfort. She ran one of her hands down and up his thigh until he felt her fingers tickling the bottom of his balls. They now felt quite constricted, the pain and discomfort much harder to ignore by that point. She flicked each of the weights before resuming her tickling, making him wiggle his ass a bit in response as if trying to resist an attempted escape. She giggled at his reaction before finally stepping back and ordering him to drop to his knees on the floor in front of her.

  “Remove it,” she said, pointing down at the ball stretcher. Mark quickly dropped his hands from over his head and carefully removed the leather cuff from around his balls, having to fight the natural urge to make a sound of relief the moment it unclasped.

  He closed it up and arranged it neatly in his hands before holding them up, offering the leather ball stretcher to his mistress as though it were a precious gift. She smiled, clearly pleased with how well he was doing given minimal instructions. He had just demonstrated he knew exactly what she wanted and what was expected of him. He was even more careful now, wanting to avoid any more punishments for the night.

  But the punishments weren’t over. Courtney walked over to him and petted the top of his head before crouching down.

  “You know I expect so much better from you.” She led him to the guest bedroom and locked him in there for the night, forbidding him to touch himself. “And I’ll know if you do.”

  Chapter Four

  Mark paced up and down the room, feeling like he was going to be thrown to a slow descent into madness. He wanted to bang on the door and yell for her to open up. He wanted to plead for her to have some mercy and give him relief. He wanted to cry out that he needed to at least relieve himself. But he knew this would all be met with even greater punishment than what he had already been given.

  He paused for a second and thought safety word but quickly dismissed it. This wasn’t beyond his limits and this wasn’t anything dangerous. He would be stopping the game just for the sake of it and that was definitely not what he wanted. He was all in, like always.

  As his pacing slowed, he took the time to admire this new little twist in the way Courtney disciplined him. Serving up a combination of her punishments, teasing him endlessly, and then locking him away with a painfully throbbing cock and no prospect of release was quite brilliant. He would have never thought of it and she had never done anything like it before.

  It was another way of them forging a certain type of connection, that deeper level of emotion he so craved as the result from his collapsed marriage. Courtney listened to him. She paid attention to his needs and actually wanted to fulfill them. Courtney knew this time Jeanette had hurt him more than before and he needed to get away from it. She knew he needed extra attention and intensity in their playtime so she was giving him exactly that in her own way. That was what drove him absolutely wild for her. She actually put quite a bit of consideration into the night’s games and he knew why. So he st
opped pacing and instead opted to sit on the floor.

  Mark sat there, back against the wall right next to the door, trying to be patient as he waited. He had absolutely no idea how long Courtney would keep him in there. He wondered what she was doing while she kept him locked up like this, his rock hard cock throbbing painfully from its need for release. It didn’t feel like the type of erection that would ease up just with the passage of time. Even if it did, his body was so amped up with sexual desire he wouldn’t feel relieved until pleasure replaced it.

  He looked at the clock and noticed less than an hour had gone by. The time he had been in the room stretched on and on. He leaned his head back against the wall and shut his eyes. Was sleeping prohibited too? Courtney had never said anything against it. But he was also smart enough to know that sleeping through this would make it too easy and that would displease his mistress.

  There was the answer to his question. He quickly opened his eyes to avoid falling into a short slumber. He pushed himself up off the floor and walked over to the dresser, planting his hands firmly on the surface and looking at his reflection in the mirror. He could hardly recognize himself. There was something entirely different about the way he looked when he was with Courtney. Maybe he looked more satisfied. Maybe he looked more alive. Perhaps it was just the absence of complete misery that was hard for him to recognize. Whatever it was, it was for the better.

  He didn’t realize how long he had been staring at his reflection in the mirror, completely lost in thought, until there was a knock at the door.

  He cleared his throat and asked, “Yes?” He tried to sound as docile as possible.

  He didn’t want Courtney to think he was suddenly being bold or up to no good. There was no answer. The prolonged silence made him wonder if he should speak up or just continue waiting. He thought for a brief second to open the door while assuming his idle stance but then thought better. If he took it upon himself to open the door, assuming it was now unlocked, she would definitely see that as being impatient. That would only warrant him another punishment, perhaps one much more severe than the one he had just received.

  “Yes, Mistress?” Mark asked loud and clear without any form of aggression in his voice.

  He distinctly heard her giggle just before a slip of paper was shoved under the door. He stared at it. Most likely he would find instructions scrawled across it.

  He picked it up and opened it to see the words “touch yourself” written neatly at the center. He could hardly believe he was receiving permission to do that. That seemed like a prize rather than a punishment. Feeling content that he had been the model prisoner to his mistress, he sat at the edge of the bed and slowly wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He let out a deep groan of pleasure, his entire body shaking from finally feeling some amount of relief.

  He wanted to take it slow but he physically couldn’t. The moment he felt the warmth of his hand closing around his aching cock, he started pumping it furiously. He groaned and grunted loudly in pleasure, even falling back on the bed with his eyes shut. He didn’t even notice when the bedroom door opened, but when heard Courtney’s clear, commanding voice issue him a warning he snapped to attention.

  “You better not make a mess in here.”

  Mark instantly let go of his cock and jumped to the floor, resuming his idle position in front of her. He winced and swallowed hard, his cock throbbing more painfully than ever, the tip glistening. To have enjoyed such enthusiastic relief and then have it stop so abruptly was worse than to have not had contact at all. And that was when it hit him– she had done it on purpose and he had played right into her trick. One quick glance up at the smirk playing around the corners of her lips confirmed his suspicions. Warning him not to make a mess was warning him against cumming.

  “Follow me,” Courtney ordered before turning on her heel and walking out toward the master bedroom. Once Mark was inside, she closed the door and turned to face him with a devious smile and gleam in her eye.

  “On the bed,” she instructed. He crawled onto it and assumed the position she liked him in for spankings. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he felt the sting of the riding crop fall across his exposed ass.

  He clenched the covers of the bed as hard as he could. Then, he felt her prodding at his balls with the tip of the crop before she ran it along the side of his hard shaft. The cool leather tip of it didn’t feel particularly pleasurable against his sensitive cock, but he was so desperate for any form of contact with his pulsing organ that he welcomed it.

  At least he felt that way until she lightly tapped the shaft with the riding crop and then gave it a little smack. It wasn’t too powerful but it did send a sting through it, causing him to wince. A short hissing sound escaped his lips as he tried to ignore the pain. Courtney laughed softly before running her small hand along the inside of his thigh and stopping just before reaching his long, hard cock. Mark could feel the warmth of her hand on his dick and her ample breasts pressing into his ass. He groaned. He hopelessly needed release and he needed it soon.

  She pulled away and gave the head of his shaft another little smack before delivering three strong blows in quick succession across his ass. He inhaled sharply and clamped his eyes shut. The stinging in his cock had not yet subsided and his ass was red and raw. She placed her hand on his hip and pushed him so that he rolled over to lie down on his back.

  Without warning she smacked each top of his thighs with the crop and he immediately raised his legs. Mark bent them at the knee, planting his feet flat right at the edge of the bed, and spreading his legs. He knew exactly what she wanted and she knew how to get her point across.

  She picked up the riding crop from the bed and taunted him by running it along the inside of his thigh, inching it closer and closer to his cock. He gulped nervously. He wasn’t entirely sure he liked where this was going. Just as he was preparing to cry out the safety word, she lifted the crop away from him and twirled it between her fingers.

  Courtney stared directly in his eyes with a smug smile, continuing to twirl the crop as her eyes raked over his naked body. He was just lying there, helpless and desperate, his long cock sticking up and begging for even tiniest shred of attention. She stared right at it, the head shining with precum. Her teeth sank into her lower lip. Mark hoped and wished with all his might she was finally going to want him inside her and he would feel relief.

  Chapter Five

  “Sit up,” she ordered. Mark did as he was told, placing his hands over her head and keeping his eyes fixed on her neck. That was when he saw her open the robe fully and let it drop to the floor.

  He couldn’t help it– he had to look over her gorgeous body, take it all in and appreciate it. Courtney was a goddess. And there she stood, her ample breasts rounding out and showing her perky, pink nipples. Her small waist curving out to her rather curvy hips, hips he knew fed into a plump ass. Her legs were long and shapely, incredibly sexy and drove him wild when he squeezed them.

  Mark had never found a woman more attractive; except his wife, but those days were things he tried not to think about. He swallowed against a dry throat. His cock twitched. He had to clench his fist to keep from wrapping it around his own cock and pumping it. He worried the mere sight of her would be enough to make him come.

  Courtney stared him in the eyes, daring him to break eye contact. He watched as she slowly ran one of her hands down her body until she was rubbing her pussy, deliciously enticing moans falling from her lips as she did. He didn’t know how he was going to make it through watching her touch herself without giving in to his own needs.

  He watched as she slipped a finger inside her pussy and pulled it out, shining and covered in her liquids. He gulped when she slipped in two fingers at a time and worked them in and out of her wet lips, her other hand reaching behind her to hold onto the dresser for stability. Her hips started rocking up and down against her hand as her moans grew louder and louder. She pressed up toward her clit until she was writhing and sh
aking, her eyes clamped shut as an orgasm rocked her body.

  Finally, she pulled her fingers out, straightened up, and looked at Mark dead in the eyes. She smiled smugly and the satisfaction was obvious in her eyes. Her eyes looked over his body, lingering for a moment on his cock. His manhood was raging hard and throbbing more painfully than he had ever experienced.

  He needed release and no amount of punishment would keep him from going for it if he didn’t get it soon with permission. His throat was dry and his pulse was quick. Having watched Courtney pleasure herself right in front of him had easily been one of the sexiest things he had ever witnessed.

  “Mistress,” he croaked. “Please.”

  “What was that?”

  “Please,” he whined before dropping to his knees. He bowed his head and shivered. He was pleading for her to give him relief. Her hand landed on his head and she started petting him. She was close enough to where he could breathe in the scent of her pussy. It made his cock twitch. He dug his nails into the flesh of his thigh, willing himself not to reach out and touch her.

  “You’ve finally been a good boy,” she whispered. She ran her hand down his cheek and pulled him up by the chin so he looked at her. “Do you think you deserve what you’re asking for?”