With Her Completely

  Copyright © 2016 by, Megan West

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  … Courtney dragged her nails from his elbow up to his shoulder, digging them in as she stuck her tongue out and ran the tip of it over the outline of his lips.

  Mark shuddered. The intensity of the moment, his confusion, and the mixed sensations of her nails digging crescents into his flesh along with her warm, wet tongue gliding over his lips was a lot to handle at once.

  As soon as he gave way to the overwhelming feelings, he knew she had achieved exactly what she wanted – to get a rise out of him. As she drew her tongue back into her mouth, her soft pink lips shining after she delicately licked them, her fingers crawled down over his chest.

  The air stung the spots where her nails had dug deep into his skin, but he was distracted by the continued movement of her fingers, trailing slowly down over his stomach and headed straight toward his cock. Mark, however, was no fool. He knew feeling the sweet satisfaction of her hand wrapped around his long, hard shaft was unlikely so early on in their game…

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  Chapter One

  “You must have missed me,” Courtney said as she coiled the tie of her silk bathrobe around one of her small hands. Her fingernails were painted a neutral color but the polish had a minor shine to it that glinted slightly under the lights of the room, keeping Mark’s eyes glued to them. The way she moved her thin fingers about drove him crazy for a reason he couldn’t understand.

  The only thing he knew was that Courtney had something about her that was addictive to a fault. It was wonderful and dangerous all at the same time, a thrilling treat he looked forward to every week. Only this time they had gone nearly a month without a single meeting and it was all because of Jeanette, his wife of eight years.

  ___________

  The problem wasn’t that he was okay with cheating on his wife and it definitely wasn’t that he no longer loved her. The problem was that his wife had stopped caring about anything he did.

  She claimed to still love him but she had also made it very clear she didn’t want him to be around a lot, much less actually touch her. The time he had finally mustered up the courage to have a conversation with her about it, she’d done nothing but brush him off.

  “Find whatever you need wherever you want. Just leave me alone,” she had said it so casually that it stung.

  Mark loved her and wanted nothing more than to have the woman he fell in love with back by his side. But for no discernible reason she was gone. He’d proposed a divorce but the cruel look of dismay and betrayal she shot him had been enough to make him never want to bring up that word again. That happened three years ago. He contemplated leaving, fighting a legal battle for a divorce until he was free from the shackles of a marriage where love was dead on one side, but he just hadn’t considered it a real possibility. Perhaps, on some level, he was afraid to leave his wife and start a new life.

  It was one year ago when he met Courtney. It had been a battle for him to even admit he was attracted to her, but it was too strong to ignore. Her allure pulled him in all the way and, eventually, he lost himself in it completely. The first moment his lips touched hers started a descent into the relationship they now both shared. It was one that wasn’t entirely a secret.

  Mark had come clean to his wife five months into the affair, a word he wasn’t too fond of to describe what he had with Courtney. He never expected the reaction he got from his wife– none. She had just stared at him blankly for a few seconds before getting back to her project. She never brought it up. She never acted any differently with him. It was as if he had never spoken the words. For a couple weeks he made a show of it in an attempt to finally get a rise out of Jeanette, but to no avail.

  That was until a month ago when Jeanette had a lull in her work travels and overall workload. That put her into a state where she was constantly on edge and seemed to loathe Mark with every fiber of her being. One night when he was heading out, she finally snapped. She ran to the door and blocked it with her body. She had heat in her eyes and fury in every breath she took.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” she muttered dangerously before walking toward him, taking slow steps and not breaking eye contact for even a second. Mark had never seen her like that. His pulse picked up and he was thrown into a bit of a panic. He wasn’t sure how to react. The noise of his keys falling onto the hallway floor set her off. She jumped and charged at him, gripping his shoulders so tightly it hurt and eventually even digging her nails in so deep, he could feel them even through the fabric of his shirt.

  “Jeanette!” he cried out, but she wouldn’t let go. Instead, she pushed him and he stumbled back with wide eyes and short breaths. He had no idea what was going on.

  Did she suddenly care he had been seeing another woman? Did she suddenly care that he had found everything she wouldn’t give him? Courtney was much more than just about sex; even if that was the primary activity they participated in. Courtney gave him the sense of intimacy he craved. She listened to him and cared about his well-being. She wanted to give him what he wanted and needed. There was an inexplicable connection between them in a way he would have never guessed. In every way, shape, and form she was the opposite of Jeanette.

  “I didn’t want it to be this way,” he finally managed to tell her. Jeanette’s grip on his shoulders loosened and her breathing became ragged. She stared at him. She looked shocked and confused all at once. Pulling her hands away from him she took a couple steps back and slowed her breathing until she looked, and likely felt, steadier.

  “Don’t go to her,” she said quietly.

  Mark had wanted to believe Jeanette was stopping him from walking out the door that night because she cared. He wanted, more than anything, to have hope for their marriage. Unfortunately, he would soon find that wasn’t at all the case. Jeanette wanted him to be miserable right alongside her. She was unhappy having to be at the house so much. She was unhappy having to see his face and hear his voice but still didn’t want to let go for some reason unknown to him. So she pulled him down and took away his happiness.

  It wasn’t until a month later when she was walking out the door for a business trip that she coldly uttered, “Go back to her. I really don’t care.”

  Throughout that time Mark had tried talking to his wife and getting closer in the vain hope she had thrown that fit to keep him around. He thought she just needed a bit of softening, perhaps be coaxed out of the hole she had dug herself into. Sadly, that was too removed from the truth and he knew this when he watched her walk out the door without a single clue how long she would be gone or even what her destination was.

  All he knew was that it was a business trip, like always.

  Chapter Two

  “I did miss you,” Mark responded as he closed the door behind him, eyes still glued to Courtney’s fingers toying with the tie of her silk bathrobe. He cleared his throat and walked forward but she held up her hand to stop him in his tracks. He eyed her, wondering if she was wearing anything underneath that robe. Gulp.

  “Let’s play a little game to celebrate our reunion,” she said deviously. Mark waited on bated breath. He always lo
ved her games even if they proved to be a bit trying. This was exactly what he needed now. He had waited so long to see her again, suffered through a new round or disappointment, and then even felt discarded. She ordered him to undress completely and neatly tuck his clothes onto his shelf in her closet. Mark had perfected how quickly he could do this and in just a few minutes, he was standing back where he was before, now fully nude. Courtney smirked and snapped her fingers, after which she pointed straight down to the ground.

  Knowing exactly what that meant, Mark dropped to his knees and raised his hands over his head. She watched him. He intertwined his fingers above his head and clasped his hands together, looking straight ahead but not up at her. That was Courtney’s preferred submissive pose she liked him to take. He knew it well. These were the types of games they rarely played but the kind he always found fulfilled him the best. They gave him everything he was missing all at once and he quite liked Courtney using them sparingly.

  “Good boy, you haven’t forgotten!” She walked forward and started petting his head. “It’s a commemorative night, wouldn’t you think?” She hummed a bit in her mockingly thoughtful way before walking back to where she was standing. Mark didn’t answer. He had become somewhat of an expert in detecting the difference of her tone when asking rhetorical questions and those she actually wanted answered. He was snapped out of his thoughts by her movement. She had resumed coiling the tie of her silk bathrobe in her fingers, completely mesmerizing him.

  He gulped.

  Then he saw her untie the loose knot of the tie before very, very slowly pulling the tie out from one of the loops holding it in place at her sides. The bathrobe fell open a bit, just enough to afford him the tiniest glimpse of her completely nude body underneath.

  Courtney wasn’t wearing a single shred of fabric other than that silk bathrobe, just as he suspected. The dark plum color of the robe contrasted enticingly against her pale skin, keeping his eyes glued to her without a single chance of him looking away; not even for a second. His eyes roamed from her glimmering nails to the tiny slit of skin visible from the opening of her robe, meaning he didn’t see when she had finished removing the tie from it. He didn’t notice until she was stretching it with her two hands and rolling it between the two of them with a sly smile curling up at the corners of her lips.

  “You look like you’re a little stir crazy,” she whispered in a falsely sympathetic tone. It was overly concerned and it made Mark rightfully suspicious. “Let’s go for a little walk,” she said as she stepped forward and unfurled the tie. With every step she took, the bathrobe fell open a bit more to reveal a greater amount of smooth, tempting, pale skin.

  Mark could even catch glimpses of her smooth mound as she walked. He gulped. She walked around to stand behind him and that was when he felt the soft fabric of the silk tie run against his neck until she had tied it rather snugly. He had to fight hard to resist the urge to drop his hands from the top of his head and tug at the fabric around his neck. Every time he swallowed he could feel his Adam’s apple rub against it with the smallest amount of pain that it irked him. If it was tied just a little tighter he’d have a hard time breathing. Of course, that was probably what Courtney had intended.

  She tugged on it. He turned around cautiously and dropped to all fours. As he did, he was all too aware she was treating him exactly like a dog. She had done little things here and there in the past, sprinkled in petting his head or belly rubs during or after their play, but this was new.

  This was part of the play; this was her opener after having gone a month without seeing each other. And this was really treating him like her loyal pet, all too enthusiastic to be taken for a walk as if it were a treat. She tugged again and started walking forward with Mark crawling behind her, trying to keep up with her pace in an effort to keep the fabric around his neck from choking him.

  She walked him out of the master bedroom and down the hall until they reached the head of the staircase. Mark gazed down the stairs wondering how he would be able to manage crawling down them while attached to his makeshift leash.

  At that moment, Courtney stopped and turned to look at him. She went down a couple steps of the staircase while holding up her hand to keep Mark from moving forward. She stood at just the right distance to cause a bit of strain with the tie fixed around his neck. Mark suppressed a small cough and braved looking up at her, his eyes slightly watery from lack of breath.

  She was smirking and he could tell she had been waiting for him to look up at her and meet her gaze. She raised her end of the bathrobe tie to make sure he saw it before letting it slip out of her fingers. She kneeled forward and just as he thought he she was going to pet him, she placed the pads of her index and middle fingers under his chin and shoved it up to tilt his head.

  “You had been such a good boy,” her tone suggested that she was completely affronted by his unexpected and shockingly bad behavior. “And now you do this? I know you know better than that.” She lowered her face and pressed it close to his. So close that it was hard to maintain eye contact. “You know how upset I get when you misbehave. Or was a month too long for you to be able to remember that?”

  This was the moment of truth. Mark wasn’t sure if it was a question that required an answer or one he was supposed to listen to. He stared at her trying to find the answer in her eyes but it was hopeless. Her stare was cold and hard but he chanced it based off the lengthy silence. He tried to gulp but that only reminded him how uncomfortably his Adam’s apple bobbed against the silk tie around his neck.

  “I remember, mistress.” It was a quiet, barely audible answer but he knew she heard it. He also knew it was probably the wrong answer and, sure enough, the slap that he felt across his face the next second proved it. He winced from the stinging pain on his cheek while his eyes watered a little more.

  “Well, if you remember then why did you misbehave? Seems to me you just don’t care about everything you’ve been taught,” she said in a rage. He was in for it now. He stayed stock still, waiting for whatever punishment she was going to unleash on him. But she didn’t move. Instead, she just stood in front of him and stared him down until he felt awkward.

  His mind started to race. Was this some new kind of game she was playing? Was she testing him? If he gave in to the discomfort of the prolonged silence and broke it by saying or doing something without permission, that would only further anger her. If she got angrier, his punishment would be that much more severe. But he also didn’t know how long he could stand to just wait in complete silence, the sound of his heart beat grew louder in his ears as he waited on baited breath.

  Courtney sneered. She bent forward and pressed her forehead against his, her face incredibly close to his again in a menacing manner. Still she said nothing. This time the prolonged silence was more unsettling than it was frightening. He had no idea what was running through her mind or how long she planned to stay in the same position. He much less had any clue as to what she wanted from him. He could only guess she expected him to stay still and quiet like a good, obedient puppy until she said otherwise.

  So that was exactly what he planned on doing because he was already in enough trouble as it was. Courtney dragged her nails from his elbow up to his shoulder, digging them in as she stuck her tongue out and ran the tip of it over the outline of his lips.

  Mark shuddered. The intensity of the moment, his confusion, and the mixed sensations of her nails digging crescents into his flesh along with her warm, wet tongue gliding over his lips was a lot to handle at once.

  As soon as he gave way to the overwhelming feelings, he knew she had achieved exactly what she wanted – to get a rise out of him. As she drew her tongue back into her mouth, her soft pink lips shining after she delicately licked them, her fingers crawled down over his chest.

  The air stung the spots where her nails had dug deep into his skin, but he was distracted by the continued movement of her fingers, trailing slowly down over his stomach and headed straight toward his c
ock. Mark, however, was no fool. He knew feeling the sweet satisfaction of her hand wrapped around his long, hard shaft was unlikely so early on in their game.

  In just a few seconds, he was proven right. She grazed her fingertips over his hipbone and down over his thigh. She was extremely close to his cock, so close he could feel the warmth of her hand. His shaft twitched in anticipation of her touch. She continued grazing her fingertips on his skin so close to his cock, sending shivers all over his body.

  He gulped. He naively hoped she would give him relief. But she wouldn’t touch him yet. Still, he trembled and ached for even the gentlest touch from her. As much as he wanted to thrust forward to seek out her hand, he knew better. He already had a punishment coming and he wasn’t about to add to that.

  Courtney stared deep into his eyes with a devilish smirk fixed on her lips and a lustful look in her eyes. She moved the fingertip of just her index finger in closer and closer until she was just a tiny millimeter away from touching the base of his cock. Mark groaned in frustration, making her eyebrow shoot up immediately. She immediately took her hand away from his aching, throbbing cock and grabbed his chin in a firm grip.