In the Doghouse - Chapter 198

Courtney tapped Richard’s cheek lightly with her damp foot.

Despite his sweat-drenched face, Richard looked up at her with a foolish, dazed smile.

The sight of a handsome man smiling like a simpleton pleased her immensely.

As a reward, Courtney delivered a sharp kick to his backside.

Richard toppled over onto the carpet like a broken doll.

He tried to quickly roll over and get up, but his stiff limbs and the massive foreign object lodged inside his body made his movements clumsy and slow.

Courtney kicked at his thighs and chest indiscriminately, her strikes deliberate but not overly harsh.

Eventually, Richard managed to fold his trembling legs and raise his upper body.

Once he knelt before her and looked up, the kicking finally stopped.

Courtney smiled radiantly and ran her hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

“You should’ve known better. Why make me kick you around for no reason?”

“Yes, I was wrong.”

Richard nodded fervently, eager to agree.

But both of them knew the truth.

If he had positioned himself perfectly on his own, she would’ve hit him anyway, accusing him of acting presumptuously.

Courtney hooked a finger through the ring hanging from one of his n****e piercings.

As she pulled, Richard thrust his chest forward to lessen the strain, but the ring stretched taut as if his n****e might be torn off.

The sharp pain radiating from his chest seemed to echo within his swollen belly.

While all his attention was focused on his chest, Courtney slipped one foot between his thighs.

Her cold eyes looked down at him as she stomped on the head of his e***t p***s.

“You’ve made quite a mess already. Untie it.”

“Hnn… yes.”

Richard reached between his legs with trembling hands, struggling to untie the ribbon holding him in place.

Meanwhile, Courtney continued to toy with him, rubbing his s***t with her sole and flicking his tip with her toes.

The base of his manhood twitched uncontrollably, as if on the verge of release.

Noticing this, she gave him a stern warning.

“If you spill without permission, I’ll block your front hole too.”

Richard nodded earnestly, his face serious.

But deep down, he wasn’t confident he could hold back.

What kind of punishment would he face if he disobeyed her orders?

Caught in a mix of ecstasy and fear, he did his best to suppress the overwhelming urge to climax.

He knew that deliberately spilling would result in severe consequences.

The ribbon’s knot finally came undone, the string slipping onto the carpet.

Even so, Richard couldn’t bring himself to let go of his throbbing s***t, his hands gripping it tightly.

His hips trembled involuntarily, lifting slightly off the floor.

If she gave him permission to stroke himself freely, he felt like there was nothing he wouldn’t do to please her.

Courtney smiled devilishly and asked,

“What do you want to do, Your Majesty?”

Richard looked up at her with hazy eyes.

Her smile remained, as if inviting him to speak freely.

He knew better than to trust her expression, but he had no choice.

Panting, he opened his mouth hesitantly.

“May I… may I stroke myself?”

“Try again.”

Courtney cut him off coldly.

Richard’s eyes widened, his teary blue irises glistening with innocent desperation.

She liked the way her reflection looked in those eyes.

Magnanimously, she offered him a hint.

“Why act like a gentleman? Know your place.”

Richard’s gaze darted nervously around the room before he mustered a pitiful smile, mimicking hers.

“Master… mmh… my dog c**k hurts so much. Please, please let me release.”

Courtney burst into a clear, melodic laugh.

Was that the right answer? Or not?

Richard couldn’t tell and felt uneasy.

But Courtney gave her approval with ease.

“Go ahead. Show me how you do it, and I might let you finish.”

Richard adjusted his grip on his s***t, sliding his hand lightly from the base to the tip.

A wet, sticky sound echoed as he moved.

Even the slightest motion brought him dangerously close to release.

He clamped his hand tightly around the base, barely holding back the impending climax.

Carefully, he stroked himself a few more times.

Each motion sent sharp pangs of pain through his lower abdomen, worsened by the massive d***o lodged inside him.

Breathing heavily, he looked to her for salvation, like a devotee praying to a goddess.

He continued to move his hand, the d***o poking out between his b******s like a tail.

The man, once the most noble figure in the empire, writhed in filth, reduced to such obscene behavior.

Courtney sighed softly, both aroused and amused.

“Do it more like a w***e. Shake your chest too.”

Richard dutifully followed her command, jiggling his upper body from side to side.

He even reached up with one hand, tugging at his n****e ring.

His strokes became faster, precum splattering everywhere.

He gasped for breath, pleading with her in desperation.

“Master… please… please watch me… more…”

As he exaggerated the motions of his chest and hips, his ridiculous display sent a thrill through Courtney.

She found his obscene, pathetic behavior utterly adorable.

Like a naughty toy, perfectly suited for her whims.

Loosening the sash of her robe, she watched as his eyes glimmered dangerously.

Without hesitation, she shrugged the robe off her shoulders.

Underneath, she wore no nightclothes or undergarments.

Her figure, fuller since childbirth, was revealed entirely to him.

A soft moan escaped Richard’s lips involuntarily.

Courtney spread her legs wide, revealing her dampened core.

The sight of her arousal, proof that his performance had pleased her, made Richard’s chest swell with emotion.