In the Doghouse - Chapter 203

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For the first time in a while, they were sharing a special moment. To make it even more unique, Courtney blindfolded him and placed a gag in his mouth.

Now, as he waited for her, this was the most thrilling yet nerve-wracking moment for Richard. In complete darkness, his other senses heightened, leaving him acutely aware of the faint sounds of her movements.

Courtney seemed to be preparing something in the distance, but unlike before, he couldn’t guess what it was. As their shared activities grew more diverse, it became increasingly harder for a slave to predict his master’s intentions.

Her footsteps drew closer. Every muscle in Richard’s body instinctively tensed.

Her hand brushed lightly over his chest—a foreign texture, leather gloves. A short gasp escaped from his nose.

Her feather-soft voice whispered,

“I’ve been thinking about it, and you were right, Your Majesty.”

Right about what?

Her cryptic words confused him, but he couldn’t ask for clarification—he wasn’t allowed to speak.

Through his gag, only faint hisses of air escaped.

Courtney took her time admiring her beautiful slave.

Though a thick blindfold covered his eyes and a sturdy bar gag was strapped across his mouth, his beauty couldn’t be entirely hidden.

If anything, obscuring his face made the perfection of his body stand out even more.

Even after ascending the throne and winning her heart, Richard hadn’t neglected maintaining his physique.

It was a time when wars, or even duels, were rare, so the sole purpose of his sculpted body was for her eyes alone.

The only things he wore were the three rings she had adorned him with—piercings on both n*****s and a chastity ring at the base of his manhood.

Despite being restrained, his member stood e***t, as if begging for attention.

So far, nothing was out of the ordinary.

What made this scene different was the way his body was bound.

His arms were raised high above his head and secured to ceiling-mounted anchors.

His ankles were cuffed and spread apart, connected by a long bar.

With his limbs stretched into an X-shape, he resembled a prisoner awaiting punishment.

Though she had installed pulleys to reduce the strain, restraining Richard like this was a rarity.

It wasn’t necessary—her obedient slave would comply with her every word.

This bondage was purely for aesthetic and psychological effect, yet Courtney found her work deeply satisfying.

After all, chains and nudity suited him far better than a crown and cape.

She wrapped her gloved hand gently around his e***t member and continued speaking.

“When someone earns merit, they should be properly rewarded. Recognition is necessary, don’t you think?”

Richard’s head tilted back sharply.

Recognition and rewards.

It echoed the words he had said about Frederick Devon not long ago.

Was this her way of expressing lingering dissatisfaction with her brother receiving a reward?

Courtney’s grip on his member tightened, and she stroked it roughly up and down.

Richard’s hips bucked instinctively, the chains rattling loudly as his body reacted.

But just as quickly, her hand withdrew.

The sudden absence of stimulation left him whimpering pitifully, like a wounded animal.

“Mmff, mph…”

“The reward is this—”

Smack!

A sharp crack filled the room, followed by a stinging sensation on his side.

The strike wasn’t unbearable, but the unexpected pain drew a pained moan from his throat.

The narrow impact suggested she was using her favored riding crop.

Courtney wielded the crop with precision, striking his inner arms, armpits, chest, and abs in quick succession.

Though blindfolded, Richard could sense her movements in the air, but predicting her strikes proved impossible.

Courtney, well aware of his attempts to anticipate her, delivered each blow unpredictably.

“Mmff, mmh… Uuhh…”

The repeated, unforeseen impacts made his muscular frame jerk and sway.

The chains securing his wrists clattered noisily.

Her strikes weren’t random—they were deliberate.

By blinding him, gagging him, and binding his body, she ensured he could do nothing but endure.

No way to beg, no way to act on his own.

This heightened his suffering far beyond the physical pain.

More than anything, Richard longed to know what expression Courtney wore as she struck him.

Was she smirking? Focused? Pleased?

He needed to see her.

The yearning for her attention surpassed even the pain and the twisted pleasure it brought.

Courtney finally paused to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

She admired her handiwork—a body glistening with sweat, adorned with red marks left by her crop.

The welts dotted his skin like a vivid autumn landscape.

Though she didn’t indulge in spanking often, she had grown to savor the sensation.

“Phew… So, how do you like your reward?”

The only part of Richard’s body he could move was his neck.

Shaking his head, he conveyed his displeasure without words.

Courtney scoffed playfully.

“Now my little pup is lying to me, hm?”