In the Doghouse - Chapter 188
“Good job.”
At Courtney’s praise, Richard beamed, openly radiating his happiness.
If he had a tail to wag, this moment would be perfect, she thought, a little regretfully. But of course, she couldn’t lead the Crown Prince into the imperial palace’s banquet hall with a tail attached and a leash around his neck.
Instead, Courtney decided to savor the delight she had prepared just for this moment.
“Come here.”
This time, Richard didn’t hesitate. He immediately lowered himself to the ground and crawled toward her on all fours. Courtney looked down at him with a proud, amused expression as he obediently approached her feet.
Once he reached the hem of her dress, Richard lifted his gaze slowly, as if silently asking for more praise. While cheeky, Courtney decided to show some mercy. She knew he wouldn’t be enjoying himself too much soon enough.
“Good boy.”
Richard leaned eagerly into her hand as she patted his head. Being able to serve his master and receive her affection in return—he truly thought nothing could be better.
But then, she gripped his golden hair firmly. Had he done something wrong? Richard looked up cautiously with just his eyes, but Courtney only looked calmly back, clutching his hair and starting to walk.
“No leash, after all.”
“Woof woof!”
He barked in agreement, sounding as cute as he could, which made Courtney smile as she led him off the path and into the cover of the trees.
Richard crawled along behind her, almost dragged, as his heart pounded with anticipation for what would come next.
This should be far enough. Courtney released his hair, and Richard obediently sat back on his knees, looking up at her with loyal devotion.
Tilting her head, Courtney asked,
“Why is a dog wearing clothes?”
Richard immediately reached up to the collar of his outfit. He set aside his jeweled brooch and cravat, then began unbuttoning his coat one button at a time. There was no hesitation as he shrugged off his shirt.
Under the moonlight, his exposed torso gleamed, adorned with two small rings piercing his pink n*****s, connected by a delicate chain. Courtney lightly tugged at the chain.
“Ah…!”
A small moan escaped him as he shuddered at the tug, feeling as if his n*****s might tear off.
She pulled the chain a little harder, urging him to continue, and he hurried to lower his hands to his waist. Pulling down both his trousers and underwear, he was briefly struck by the reality of his situation.
The spring breeze against his bare skin, the earthy scent of the trees and soil around him. To be utterly exposed outside, with not a stitch of clothing left—he felt a surreal, exhilarating sense of humiliation.
Once his pants were down to his ankles, he kicked off his shoes, casting them aside. Now, entirely naked, Richard knelt again at her feet, lifting his gaze in silent submission, tongue slightly out as if awaiting her command.
Evidently pleased with his display, Courtney’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Good boy.”
His excitement showed in a subtle twitch below. Around the base of his manhood and his hips, a thin chain was wrapped—a necklace she had been wearing earlier, now repurposed to discipline him.
Courtney lifted her skirt just slightly and extended one foot. The tip of her shoe nudged against him, making him gasp and shudder.
“Hah, ah…!”
Then she used the sole of her shoe to press against him. Richard gripped his thighs tightly, struggling to hold back under her intense gaze as his blue eyes gradually glazed over.
As her belly grew heavier, balancing on one foot became harder, so Courtney gripped him by the neck. With her thumb pressing firmly against his throat, Richard panted with his tongue out, his head tilted back.
Her obedient pet couldn’t help but react, even as her dirty shoe left a smear across him.
“Do you like this so much?”
“Woof… nngh, woof!”
Courtney stepped harder, pressing her flat shoe into him. She thought a higher heel would’ve made it even better, but it was enough.
Having toyed with him just enough, she lifted her foot. Deprived of his climax, Richard looked up at her with desperate eyes.
Seeing his longing expression, she smiled and spoke again.
“All right, I’ll let you mate today.”
At the word ‘mate’, his eyes instinctively dropped to her rounded belly. Though the physician had assured them it was safe, he hadn’t touched her since finding out she was pregnant.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but he still worried. Ordinary couples could manage, but he was a reckless, eager beast, as she always said.
Noticing his hesitance, Courtney caressed her stomach, a smirk on her lips.
“Not here,” she said coolly, “I’m not letting that in here.”
Richard lowered his gaze, suddenly realizing just how presumptuous he’d been, having thought he could touch her so casually.
Courtney smirked, lifting her skirt a little higher. Richard’s eyes widened at the sight of the special accessory she had prepared for him tonight.
“Do you like it?”
She asked, her tone commanding an answer.
Even though her question was an order, Richard hesitated. Hanging between her legs was something that looked like an unaroused, flesh-toned appendage.
Slap!
Courtney’s open hand struck his cheek, turning his face to the side. Her voice was cold.
“I barely praise you, and this is what you do.”
“I-I apologize, Master…”
Though he reflexively apologized, his other cheek quickly bore the sting of her hand. Courtney looked down at him as if he were the most idiotic creature she’d ever seen.
“I asked if you like it.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
Even though Richard’s response was exactly what she wanted to hear, his expression betrayed a hint of hesitation. Courtney suppressed a smile while maintaining her disapproving look. It was always the most fun when Richard couldn’t fully hide his reluctance.
With a sly tone, as though issuing her final command.
“Then lick it. This is your master’s tool to fill her pet, isn’t it?”
