In the Doghouse - Chapter 150
It would be correct to deny it, but honestly, even he felt confused. He wasn’t certain what else he wanted. His body still ached as if something were pressing within him.
He couldn’t deny that he was a bit of a deviant, but he was certainly not interested in men.
What he enjoyed was her control over his body, not the idea of submitting to anyone else. And yet, in recent times, his backdoor had come to play an unexpectedly significant role in his intimate life, as the sensations it provided became a substantial source of pleasure.
Every time he found himself feeling this way, he was startled by it, as if his desires were shifting into unfamiliar territory.
“Truly… Not at all.”
Courtney pouted at his lackluster reply. She couldn’t entirely decide which dynamic she enjoyed more herself. Of course, having him deep within her offered greater physical pleasure, but exploring him in other ways provided an exhilarating sense of total control.
The problem was that no matter how much she explored that side of him, it wouldn’t result in a child. While Richard might have lost himself in the pursuit of pleasure, forgetting everything else, Courtney couldn’t entirely ignore her responsibilities as a married woman.
Without warning, she reached out and gripped his hardened length firmly, as though she was seizing a handle.
“What’s the point of carrying this around if you’re not even going to use it?”
“Keugh, mmh…”
With one rough pull, she had him practically dragged forward, closer to her. Her eyes stayed fixed on his expression as she teased him with a detached tone.
“Aren’t you grateful that I still let you play the part of the loyal hound?”
“Yes, aah, thank you.”
She moved her hand deliberately, feeling the pulsing veins along his s***t, her palm vividly aware of his excitement. It was hard not to notice how well he was built. It seemed a waste to leave something of this size unused.
Just estimating his size made her feel a rush of heat. Perhaps her sense of duty was merely an excuse—maybe she’d simply missed this part of him. She had to admit that, at this point, she might be as much of a deviant as he was.
Courtney shifted her weight onto the desk and fully raised her skirt, spreading her legs without hesitation. Her gaze remained on Richard, and there was no need to check her state. She knew very well.
Fortunately, it seemed that his instincts were still intact. His eyes lingered on her stockings, slowly moving up her thighs.
“Haah—”
A breathless exhale escaped his lips. Despite the chill, she wasn’t wearing any undergarments.
Her bare mound was already glistening, slightly parted, and flushed. A thin trickle of moisture glistened, almost as if it were inviting him.
The sight was so intensely e****c that Richard couldn’t help swallowing hard. The long-forgotten sensations came rushing back. He remembered just how warm and soft it felt inside her. The anticipation was enough to make his spine tingle.
Courtney let out a faint laugh, amused by the way he stared at her, his gaze practically burning. She hadn’t planned to come prepared this way, but it had turned out to be the perfect choice.
With two fingers, she spread herself open, an act that once would have embarrassed her. Now, it felt natural. Richard reacted as if hypnotized, his eyes widening as he watched her.
“Do you… want to go in here?”
“Yes…”
“Hmm, what to do…”
Though he looked utterly desperate, Courtney wore a teasing smile. She had no intention of allowing him in just yet. A little more anticipation would only heighten his desire.
Taking hold of his throbbing arousal again, she pulled him closer. He moved forward, eagerly, his blue eyes filled with barely restrained longing, unable to tear his gaze from her. His body ached to thrust into her, but without her permission, he was helpless.
She admired his restraint. At least he waited for her command. But instead of guiding him where he wanted to go, she placed him against her sensitive nub, not her entrance.
A soft sigh escaped her lips. Her own body had been building up all this time, so even the smallest touch was enough to send waves of pleasure through her. Her green eyes grew hazy, her pupils dilated.
Richard frowned, feeling the agonizing friction as she teased him. The pressure between his sensitive tip and her wet warmth was almost unbearable. His mind was on the verge of snapping. He was willing to offer anything just to be inside her.
“Hnnh, Master… please…”
Richard’s voice cracked with desperation. But it wasn’t enough to sway Courtney. Despite her own growing need, he would have to beg a little more.
