In the Doghouse - Chapter 119
Courtney’s hand followed the line of the string that wrapped around his body, trailing up to his chest. Her fingers quickly found the small, erxct bud of his n****e, which, like the rest of him, was stiff and shameless. When she scraped it with her nail, it swelled even more, perhaps a sign of how often she had teased him before. It seemed to be more sensitive than ever.
With every movement of her hand, Richard flinched and trembled. Despite his tall, imposing figure, just her two fingers were enough to make him completely lose control. Courtney let her middle finger wander before pressing it into his backside, slipping it just inside.
“…Mmh!”
Richard sucked in a breath through his nose, his body instinctively clenching around her finger. His bxttxcks squeezed tightly around her hand, but she pinched his n****e sharply.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Mmph… aah…”
Even though he was groaning in response, he shook his head no. A large bead of precxm had formed at the tip of his now fully engorged member.
“Then relax,” she commanded.
Richard breathed deeply through his nose, trying to loosen the tension in his body. But it wasn’t easy. This wasn’t something he could just let happen—it was something unfamiliar to him. He had only ever taken small plugs or his own fingers before, so his body wasn’t quite accustomed to this.
Courtney pushed her finger in a bit deeper, meeting some resistance as the passage was tight and dry. She twisted her finger, probing around inside him while beads of sweat began to form on Richard’s body.
Her other hand slid down, wrapping around the tip of his cxck, just outside his own grip. The moment her soft palm made contact, Richard’s head tipped back, releasing a strained moan.
She flicked her nail across the opening of his cxck, now constantly leaking, while curling her finger inside his a*s, scraping along the inner walls. Richard’s entire body convulsed as if struck by lightning.
“Do you like being stuffed from both ends on the terrace, right in the middle of the ball?”
Her question made Richard keenly aware of where they were again. The music, mingled with the sound of conversations and laughter, flowed from the ballroom through the door.
Not long ago, he had been inside, acting as the poised Crown Prince, dealing with sycophants who bowed and scraped before him, pretending to care about their empty praises. But here he was now, with his pants around his ankles, exposed in the night air, utterly at Courtney’s mercy. This was the real him—this secret, debauched side.
Unconsciously, he began to rock his hips. Courtney didn’t stop him. Instead, she grabbed his cxck alongside his hand, moving in sync with his motions.
“What if I scream right now? People would come running, wouldn’t they?”
Her voice was calm, almost casual, as if merely stating a fact. Despite knowing she probably wouldn’t, the thought alone sent a cold thrill down his spine.
They would see. All the noblemen and women who had spent the evening fawning over him would witness the filthy reality. The Crown Prince, who they had revered, laid bare, completely humiliated. He could already imagine their shocked faces, their disgust. And in that scenario, he would climax at the height of shame.
Richard squeezed the base of his cxck harder, fighting the intense urge to cxm. He was hit with that same exhilarating, contradictory feeling he had experienced before while walking through the palace corridors—an overwhelming desire to sink deeper into this abyss, knowing full well it would destroy him. His breath came out in ragged gasps through his nose.
“Enjoying it too much, aren’t you? Don’t you find this humiliating?”
Her mocking tone was clear, but Richard had no ability to respond. His mind was too far gone. The handkerchief stuffed in his mouth was soaked with saliva, and the excess dripped down onto his chest.
Courtney finally pulled the cloth from his mouth, allowing him to suck in a huge breath of fresh air. She then wrapped the wet fabric around his cxck, gripping him once more. His hand remained clutching the base, trembling.
“Remove your hand.”
“Hah, if I do, I’ll… I’ll c*m instantly…”
“Remove it.”
Richard slowly let go, his body quaking as he struggled to hold back. He was barely standing, his legs weak beneath him, as he fought the overwhelming need to release.
Courtney rubbed the handkerchief against his cxck roughly, twisting and squeezing. At the same time, she thrust her finger deeper into his a*s, searching. She recalled reading that there was supposed to be some spot that would make him feel good, but she wasn’t sure where exactly it was.
And despite his theoretical knowledge, Richard was no more experienced in practice than she was. While he might have satisfied himself up front, he had kept the rear untried, waiting for her, his true master.
But soon, at the very moment her fingertip brushed against a particular spot inside his behind, Richard jerked reflexively.
“Hah… ugh…!”
“Looks like I found it.”
