In the Doghouse - Chapter 155
Richard nodded silently, overwhelmed by excitement rather than fear. A thin line of saliva trickled from his forcibly open mouth.
Courtney removed his robe and nightwear, and Richard took deep breaths, trying to steady his pulse. As his initial rush of excitement subsided, he could sense her movements and gaze around him even in the darkness.
A small chuckle escaped her. He could easily guess why she was amused. Already aroused without her even having done anything, he was painfully aware of the shame in his exposed state, his excitement growing in a way that made him imagine her expression was even more judgmental than it likely was.
Courtney fastened a thick collar around his neck and, in a more serious tone, instructed,
“Hands forward.”
She quickly cuffed his wrists, binding them in front. Richard felt the smooth leather against his skin and the weight of the chains, realizing he didn’t need to fully visualize it—this wasn’t an enemy capturing him.
She placed a small jewel in his left hand, explaining kindly,
“Richard, imagine a cat.”
He pictured a cat obediently. A realistic meowing sound emerged from the jewel.
“If you need to stop or feel overwhelmed, use the cat. Understood?”
Richard nodded again. A safe word he could use without speaking—she had clearly put much thought into this. Although he knew he wouldn’t use it, he appreciated her concern.
Leaving him in the center of the room, Courtney’s presence briefly moved away. What else had she prepared? Anticipation clouded his mind. He tried to consciously relax, knowing it would be unwise to accidentally react too forcefully if she suddenly approached.
“Come here.”
She tugged on the leash attached to his collar. Blindfolded, he carefully took each step, somehow accurately gauging the direction and distance, halting precisely by the bed.
“Get on and lie down. Keep your hips raised.”
His movements were fluid and precise, even with the blindfold. He knelt on the bed, facing the correct direction, his form entirely compliant.
Courtney tilted her head in surprise. Could he see? She waved a hand over his blindfold experimentally, but he, sensing it, pretended not to notice, restraining his reaction.
Perhaps it was just coincidence, she thought, slightly uneasy but accepting it as plausible. She took a moment to observe his form—the way his head rested deep in the sheets, his back stretched out as he knelt with his hips raised. The sight was almost mesmerizing. She gently positioned his arms, folding them behind his head.
“Stay still.”
His hair moved slightly as he nodded. She glanced at the jewel in his hand, aware that while having his mouth covered made communication challenging, covering his beautiful eyes was the greater sacrifice. Still, it was necessary. Without these barriers, she couldn’t fully bring herself to handle him as roughly as planned.
She continued to mentally reinforce her resolve: This thing is just flesh; this is not the crown prince.
Richard’s breathing came out in sharp, shallow gasps. With his mouth gagged and his position making breathing through his nose difficult, he couldn’t help but feel his mouth growing wet. More troubling was his inability to suppress his arousal.
So far, nothing seemed different from usual, but the darkness amplified his senses. Imagining how she must be viewing him, his body twisted with an overwhelming thrill. His racing heart and the rhythmic contractions of his body were out of his control.
His focus was completely scattered when, unexpectedly, a sharp smack landed on his back.
“Mm—!”
The gag muffled his exclamation. Courtney examined the spot she’d struck, caressing the handle of the whip. It was a multi-tailed whip with a short handle, designed to cover a wide area with uneven strikes.
As expected, thin red welts were already rising on his back. While she knew from experience that this level of whipping wouldn’t faze him, she furrowed her brow. Tonight wouldn’t end with just this.
Swallowing hard, she swung again. With each lash, her arm sliced through the air, the tails striking his back, sides, and lower back. Each strike caused his raised hips to tense and twitch involuntarily.
Fwip—!
The whip cracked down on his exposed rear.
“Huh, ugh—!”
He writhed, barely managing to hold himself still. Unrelenting, she continued, each hit scattering across his sensitive areas.
“Umph…!”
When one of the tails grazed his tightly clenched opening and delicate skin underneath, he froze, his entire body jolting with an intensity that felt like being struck by lightning.
