In the Doghouse - Chapter 183
Courtney’s belly had just begun to show, and with it, the season had turned into a full-fledged winter. After catching a light cold from the sudden chill, she took her physician’s advice and refrained from outdoor activities.
However, staying active was still important, so she enjoyed indoor activities that were both safe and a relief from boredom—though these ‘games’ tended to require a bit more effort from her companion than from her.
Richard let out an uncontrollable groan from the intense discomfort.
“Ugh…!”
“Can’t you do it properly?”
Courtney waved a small stick in the air and reprimanded him, while he strained until his face turned bright red. She relaxed back in her chair, watching the sight in front of her with amusement.
Richard, completely unclothed, sat perched on the table with his hands above his head. Beneath him, a certain white object would appear and then disappear between his legs.
It wasn’t difficult to guess what it was, especially given the few imitation eggs scattered across the table from earlier attempts.
Courtney had come up with this particular ‘exercise’ last week.
After a conversation with Isabella about the pain of childbirth, she felt indignant. Why was it that, even though they’d created this child together, she alone had to endure pregnancy and childbirth?
She figured that if it were going to be fair, Richard needed to experience childbirth vicariously as well.
The last of the eggs was taking its sweet time. Richard pushed with all his might.
“Ngh… ugh…!”
The tightened muscles finally released, sending the last white egg rolling across the table. Just using his lower muscles had drained him completely, leaving him panting heavily.
Courtney counted the eggs on the table, one by one, with a teasing smirk.
“One, two, three, four. All done.”
His face, which had already been red, turned an even deeper shade. Chuckling, she reached out and flicked the tip of his dampened e******n.
“Good job.”
“Ahnn—!”
Richard cried out, his body quivering. A small jewel sparkled on his chest, catching her eye, and Courtney raised an eyebrow and reached for it as well.
The ring around his n****e operated similarly to the ones he’d worn before, with two gleaming pendants beneath each side. This time, though, they weren’t meant to be taken off quickly.
As she pressed the ring tightly against the sensitive flesh, his e******n visibly throbbed. A bead of fluid spurted out, splattering onto her neck. Frowning, she wiped her neck with the back of her hand.
“Disgusting.”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s not going to cut it.”
“Forgive me, Master, I’m sorry for making a mess.”
Richard didn’t dare let his thoughts wander but instead quickly apologized, as he had learned well by now. She’d crossed boundaries without hesitation lately, which meant he had to apologize and beg even more than before—a task he found both blissful and demanding.
Courtney rose from her seat and, without hesitation, picked up her stick and struck his e******n. It wasn’t as if it had any real use at the moment, after all. Every time she struck the sensitive area, he repeated his apologies like a parrot.
“S-Sorry… I apologize…!”
Even though she hit his most sensitive area, Richard obediently kept his legs spread and his hands above his head. That softened Courtney’s expression just a bit.
“Does it hurt?” she asked softly, a strange gentleness contrasting with her actions.
“Yes… yes, it hurts. I’m sorry,” he replied with tears in his eyes, his expression resembling a child’s.
And when she caressed him with the occasional soft touch, he’d let out a whimper, looking at her as if he were about to wag his tail like a puppy.
“Master… please, be kind to me.”
“And what did you do to deserve that?”
Immediately, his expression fell. With a sly smile, Courtney adjusted the ring on his n****e, tightening it even further. He cried out in a high-pitched voice as the ring squeezed around the sensitive area.
“Aagh!”
“Does it hurt?”
“No…”
“Shake them.”
His face flushed red as he obediently shook his chest, making the pendants on each side swing.
She had gifted him those when the physician confirmed she was expecting twins—a ‘celebration’ of his new role as a father, though partly out of spite.
Courtney continued to take her pregnancy frustrations out on him in this way. It probably wasn’t the best for prenatal care, but if it kept her happy and healthy, then perhaps it was all for the best.
Growing tired, she sank back into her chair and ordered.
“Grab your c**k.”
