In the Doghouse - Chapter 204

Richard shook his head more vigorously this time, adamantly denying her accusation.

It wasn’t a lie. Once, he might have reveled in being treated as mere flesh—a worthless entity in the hands of a cold and ruthless master. Back then, he even wished to be utterly insignificant to her.

But that was before he experienced Courtney’s genuine affection.

Courtney let out a sardonic chuckle and suddenly grasped his member.

“Mmff…!”

“Feeling this good, yet saying you don’t like it?”

She began stroking him, the leather of her gloves sliding smoothly thanks to the pre-c*m that had already smeared the area.

Richard was startled by his body’s betrayal. Despite the emotional turmoil and confusion in his mind, his body was aroused—shamefully so, like a dog in heat.

“Mmff, mph! Mmm!”

“Lying won’t get you anywhere.”

Pretending otherwise while enjoying it—that wouldn’t do. Courtney flicked the swollen head of his pillar with her nails, hitting the most sensitive part.

Richard’s back arched as he twisted his body, but she didn’t stop.

Instead, she flicked him again and again, the blows coming in quick succession.

With each flick, clear fluid dripped relentlessly from his u*****a.

Though his fully e***t member was undeniable proof of his arousal, Courtney had another safeguard she could rely on: the safety jewel clutched in his left hand, just as she had instructed.

Of course, the man himself didn’t seem to have the presence of mind to remember it was there.

Courtney smirked, rubbing the slick tip of his manhood with her thumb, and teased in a sing-song tone.

“Should I whip you here next?”

Richard froze, his body stiffening.

The thought of being whipped on such a vulnerable spot was terrifying.

His mind conjured images of torn skin and bruises, and yet, deep down, he felt a tingling anticipation.

He wanted to be utterly destroyed in her hands.

Watching his trembling slit, Courtney pressed on.

“Are you looking forward to it?”

Richard faced a choice, though it felt like there was only one real answer.

He gave a small nod, his gag trembling as though bracing for the blow.

Seeing his reluctant agreement, Courtney clicked her tongue softly.

She nearly sighed in exasperation.

What if he genuinely couldn’t recover from this?

What if he broke beyond repair?

‘What a reckless idiot.’

But she had long since veered far from any semblance of normalcy herself.

Resolving to tread lightly, she swung the whip with the gentlest force. Richard’s muscles tensed as he braced for the strike.

The flat of the riding crop landed just beneath the head of his manhood, avoiding the most sensitive spot.

It was a light touch, but the sudden shock of pain left him stunned, unable even to cry out.

Instead, his body convulsed violently. No matter how trained his physique was, his weak points remained vulnerable.

He let out a muffled, pitiful wail through his gag, the sound resembling a squealing pig. His thrashing sent the chains creaking overhead while his cuffed feet stomped erratically.

Courtney sighed and watched him disapprovingly, waiting for him to calm down.

Eventually, Richard’s spasms subsided, though his breathing remained ragged.

Dropping his head forward, he let saliva drip from the gag.

It wasn’t just his mouth leaking—a thick, viscous fluid dripped from the head of his restrained pillar as well. Though he hadn’t e********d fully, the sensation must have been close to it.

For Richard, pain and pleasure were indistinguishable.

Caught in a relentless cycle of the two, he couldn’t separate them anymore. A feeble sob escaped him.

“Mmff, mm… Mm…”

“Did it hurt?” Courtney asked.

Richard nodded.

Courtney reached out and unfastened his blindfold.

When it came off, his tear-filled eyes glistened in the light. The clear, transparent tears were borne purely of pain.

And yet, the way he gazed at her was full of submissive adoration.

Courtney’s lips curled into a smile. Richard stared up at her with dazed eyes.

Clad in a simple indoor dress, she didn’t appear much different from usual. But her flushed cheeks and glinting eyes betrayed how excited she was.

His gaze drifted down to his own body, marred with bruises and welts.

The contrast between her composed appearance and his pitiful, vulgar state sent a dizzying euphoria coursing through him.

More, more—he craved even greater humiliation.

Courtney reached for his gag next.

“I’ll take this off too,” she said. “But if you start pretending to be human, I’ll whip your piss hole next.”

A chill ran down Richard’s spine.

He knew she had deliberately avoided hitting him directly earlier, but even so, the pain had been unbearable. The mere thought of being struck there made him shudder, yet he couldn’t deny the unsettling thrill that accompanied it.

Courtney removed the gag from his mouth.

Despite the relief, it was clear how intense the pain had been—deep teeth marks had sunk into the rubber.

She tossed it aside carelessly before inspecting his trembling member.

At least it wasn’t damaged.

Still, she’d have to handle it carefully for a while.

Courtney picked up the whip again and held it under his chin.

“I’ll allow you to cry,” she said with a smirk. “After all, my mutt looks prettiest when he’s in tears.”