In the Doghouse - Chapter 120
There was no need to ask for confirmation. As Courtney pressed down on the same spot repeatedly, Richard’s hips buckled involuntarily. She continued to stimulate his rear while pumping his shxft at the same time.
With his hands braced against the wall, Richard panted like an animal. He didn’t have the presence of mind to worry if anyone could hear them inside the ballroom. His cxck, wrapped in the damp cloth, swelled even more, veins bulging. The string around his balls and shxft tightened mercilessly, sending wave after wave of sensation through him—part pleasure, part pain, and a mounting pressure that felt like he needed to release everything at once.
It was an unbearable stimulation, impossible to hold back. He instinctively began thrusting his hips into the air, like a piston, driven by pure animal instinct. Courtney’s voice, though sweet, was cruel as she spoke.
“You better not cxm yet. If you do, I’ll never forgive you for what happened today.”
“Haa… please, please… Master, I beg of you…!”
“Do you want to cxm?”
“Yes… please, give me… permission…”
His voice trembled desperately, as though he was on the verge of collapsing. His body convulsed as if in the throes of a seizure, and the nape of his neck, visible through his rumpled collar, was drenched in sweat.
Courtney wet her dry lips with her tongue. She hadn’t anticipated such an intense reaction. Richard, lost in pleasure, looked nothing like the poised Crown Prince—or even like a human, really. The sight was exhilarating, and she was surprised to find her own thighs as wet as the cloth in her hand.
She had discovered the perfect weakness for taming this disobedient mutt. Pressing the newfound button, she whispered in his ear.
“Go ahead. cxm.”
“Huhh… Master… nnnnghh!”
With a nearly primal cry, Richard arched his back violently. His body stiffened like a statue as he exploded, his cxck spurting with enough force to nearly tear through the handkerchief. His groans—somewhere between a sob and a howl—poured out uncontrollably as his cxm did the same.
Courtney wiped his still-throbbing cxck with the now-soaked handkerchief. His body was still rigid, even post-orgxsm. The already-wet cloth and the strings binding his shxft were now sticky with his release.
Richard, dazed and lost in his own post-coital stupor, stood there as if unconscious, his eyes blank, mouth agape. The only thing that brought him back to reality was the chilling sensation of Courtney’s finger finally withdrawing from his rear.
“Ah…!”
“Don’t get hard again. It’ll just be a hassle.”
Richard leaned heavily against the wall, his head hanging low. Even if he wanted to stand properly, his legs wouldn’t support him. This had been the most ecstatic, yet terrifying, orgxsm of his life.
Courtney considered what to do with the soaked handkerchief. Tossing it off the terrace seemed unfair to whoever might find it, but putting it in her pocket was out of the question.
Her gaze drifted to Richard’s trembling, muscular backside, where the arrows and vulgar words were still marked. A strange, mischievous idea crossed her mind. She grabbed one of his bxttxcks again.
“Courtney? Wait, there… ugh, hold on.”
“Stay still.”
Feigning innocence, she pressed the damp handkerchief against his now-clenched rear entrance. As she pushed it in with her middle finger, the tight entrance yielded more easily than expected.
She continued stuffing the handkerchief inside him like she was packing something away. Richard trembled at the bizarre, yet thrilling sensation. His softening member twitched again, even after he had just emptied himself.
“Ah… ugh, Courtney…”
Watching him get turned on by even this humiliating act made Courtney shake her head internally. Of course, she had been the one to do it, so she could hardly blame him.
In the end, the soiled handkerchief was completely gone, hidden inside him. Satisfied, Courtney pulled out a clean one from her dress’s hidden pocket and wiped her hands before cleaning up Richard’s front. After rearranging the strings and pulling up his pants, he at least looked somewhat presentable.
Not that anyone would think he looked completely normal. They had been gone far too long. Courtney scuffed the floor with her shoe to erase the evidence of his release before asking.
“Can you go back inside now?”
“Yes, just, please… give me a moment.”
Richard raised a trembling hand to wipe his face repeatedly. He had been able to act just fine even during a severe illness, but now, calming his shaking body was nearly impossible.
He had just experienced the best night of his life at this banquet, but now it was time to deal with the consequences.
Glancing nervously at Courtney, he spoke.
“Are you still angry with me?”
Courtney glanced at him briefly, then turned her head sharply away. After everything that had happened, what was he even thinking?
Of course, her anger had subsided long ago. How could it not, when he had stripped down, knelt, and practically begged for forgiveness?
Although her anger had subsided, Courtney had no intention of forgiving him so easily. She could still enjoy watching him squirm and beg a little longer. After all, the night was far from over.
T/N: Anton’s probably still by the door, right…
Anton… hwaiting…….
