In the Doghouse - Chapter 128
“…That, what the heck…”
Courtney’s face turned a furious shade of red, her embarrassment reaching a peak. Richard had somehow managed to turn such shameless words into a romantic confession, leaving her feeling both flustered and overwhelmed.
But despite his provocative phrasing, she could tell he was completely sincere. And though the form of his love was unconventional, she realized that if he meant it as a lifelong vow, there was no reason it couldn’t be called love.
Gradually influenced by his openness, Courtney found herself saying something she’d quietly considered but never voiced.
“I… don’t think I could have done those things if it weren’t for you, Richard…”
Feeling self-conscious, she lowered her head. This strange man had entered her life so unexpectedly, leaving her unable to fully grasp her own feelings at first.
But looking back, everything seemed clear now. Even if she had some hidden side that matched his peculiarities, she doubted she could have thrown herself so fully into their shared experiences if it were only out of a sense of duty or repayment. There was no way she could have immersed herself so deeply just for show. In fact, she had even started taking the initiative lately.
Despite gathering the courage to admit all this, Richard was strangely silent. She looked up to find him staring at her, dazed and spellbound, before he finally murmured,
“Well… it’s happened again.”
So much for a serious moment. Courtney frowned deeply, pulling her hand away from his grasp in irritation.
But Richard was not the type to be discouraged by a simple rejection. He took the same hand that had just held hers and placed it boldly over his lap, sighing blissfully as he did so.
“Courtney, you… truly are… haah…”
He closed his eyes and rubbed himself shamelessly, clearly lost in the moment. Courtney felt herself flush with exasperation at her husband, who seemed incapable of restraint, no matter the place or situation.
Richard’s gaze remained fixed on her with an almost piercing intensity, his half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips betraying his intentions. With his hands at his waist, he continued his languid movements, whether from desire or to tease her—it was hard to tell.
But to Courtney, it was obvious he was doing this to provoke her.
She quickly looked around to check if they were alone. The greenhouse, filled with lush greenery and well-tended flowers, seemed like a safe haven—no one would be able to see or hear what was happening inside.
Shooting him a skeptical glance, she spoke in a cool tone.
“I told the staff not to disturb us.”
“What…?”
Richard blinked, still caught up in his excitement and clearly not comprehending her intent. She rolled her eyes at his single-mindedness and continued.
“Stop messing around and get undressed already.”
The moment she spoke, Richard sprang into action. It was almost comical—here she was, the picture of propriety, yet telling her husband to strip down.
He stood and quickly pulled down his trousers and undergarments to his knees, revealing his toned legs and, of course, his arousal.
Courtney cast another glance around the room, partly worried about the prospect of being caught and partly feeling possessive—she wasn’t keen on anyone else catching a glimpse of him like this.
“Turn around and show me.”
Richard obediently turned, slightly arching his back as he revealed the small, silver plug she’d given him nestled in place.
The end was set with a delicate pink gem, a luxurious gift she’d gotten for him as part of his training. The plug itself was enchanted, its gem changing color as the size adjusted. They’d been gradually increasing its size, though they were still in the early stages.
Satisfied, Courtney began clearing the tea set off the table, and Richard watched her, his anticipation building as his eyes followed her every move.
She tapped the table lightly, signaling him.
“Lie down.”
He lay back on the cool surface, shivering as the chill pressed against his skin.
Courtney lifted her skirt with a smirk, revealing that despite the cool weather, she wore only thick petticoats underneath—nothing else. She hadn’t even bothered with any other undergarments, as if she had planned this from the start. Richard swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on her.
She quickly climbed onto him, her voluminous skirts falling around him, blocking his view. She shifted so that his hardness pressed against her, then issued a command.
“You’re going to be good and still. If you move even once… you understand?”
“Yes…” he murmured, breathless.
“And not a sound.”
He took a deep breath as he adjusted beneath her.
Courtney started to move, her hips gliding against him, slowly at first, then more fluidly as she became damp with excitement. Inside her skirts, the only sounds were the wet, rhythmic noises of their bodies moving together.
She couldn’t believe what she was doing in broad daylight, and she hadn’t planned on it. But here they were, succumbing to their desire like two animals. Though part of her mind tried to resist, ultimately, her longing won out.
She shifted her hips, positioning herself so he was right at her entrance, and then she lowered herself onto him, taking him in all at once.
