With Her Completely (3 page)

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 stopped 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.