In the Doghouse - Chapter 208
Courtney teased him cruelly as she pressed and rubbed her foot against him with force. Three thin layers—underwear, trousers, and stockings—offered no protection. Her firm toes pressed his swollen s***t against his lower abdomen, and her hard heel ruthlessly nudged his tender t*******s.
Richard doubled over, his shoulders trembling as if he were a patient suffering from stomach cramps. Stretching her leg out comfortably, Courtney spoke nonchalantly.
“Does something hurt?”
“N-No…”
“Then straighten your back.”
Richard glanced up at her, his gaze filled with hesitation. Her slightly tilted head and the oppressive glint in her eyes only made him more obedient. Naturally, the weight of her gaze caused his crushed manhood to swell further.
Slowly, Richard straightened his posture, engaging his core to avoid a premature release. His unwavering focus stayed on her as he leaned back against the seat once more. Courtney smirked and spread his knees apart with her hands.
“Take it out.”
She didn’t need to specify what she meant. Richard locked eyes with her, burning with desire, and his hand immediately moved to his waistband. As he did, Courtney’s stocking-clad foot teased the inside of his thigh.
Without hesitation, he undid his trousers and pulled down his underwear in one swift motion, exposing himself. Moments like this made Courtney wistful—if only he showed more embarrassment, it would be even more entertaining.
This time, however, fate played a trick. Just as he revealed his fully e***t length, the carriage jolted violently as a horse neighed loudly. Both Richard and Courtney froze in place.
It wasn’t a massive shock, but given the magically stabilized wheels, it must have been a significant bump or pothole.
The carriage slowed to a stop. Hoofbeats approached, and soon a knock came at the window.
“Your Majesties, are you alright?”
Richard glanced nervously at Courtney, his exposed state making him wary of her reaction. Usually, she would immediately command him to adjust his clothing. However, to his surprise, Courtney’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as her foot darted forward, sliding rapidly up the length of his s***t.
“Hah…”
The sudden stimulation elicited a sharp breath from Richard, who quickly clenched his lips shut. Unfortunately, the captain of the guard’s sharp ears caught the sound.
“Your Majesties?”
The concerned voice outside grew more serious. Richard’s mind spiraled into chaotic scenarios. What if the door suddenly swung open? They would see everything—the emperor sprawled in the carriage, legs apart, exposed, and submissive under his wife’s foot.
His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he cast a pleading look at Courtney, unsure of what he truly desired. If she ordered the door opened, he wouldn’t resist. The mortifying thought of being seen stirred a forbidden thrill deep within him.
Courtney, far more composed than Richard, refrained from issuing such an outrageous command. Instead, she prompted him to respond.
“Answer him.”
“…There’s no problem.”
His voice was low, as though dragged up from deep within. Even as he delivered the correct answer, he felt an inexplicable twinge of disappointment.
“Understood. It seems the horse was startled by a rock. We’ll resume shortly.”
“…Very well.”
The hoofbeats receded as the carriage began moving again. Richard exhaled a—relieved?—sigh, and Courtney chuckled softly.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you want them to see? You, panting and helpless under my foot?”
“No, I—yes, I did.”
He instinctively denied it but quickly admitted the truth. If he had an unfulfilled fantasy, it was exactly that: being exposed to others—likely of lower status—and enduring their disdainful stares. It would be mortifying to the point of death and yet unbearably intoxicating at the same time.
Courtney fixed him with a knowing stare, as if she could see every sordid thought running through his head. Then she asked, almost teasingly,
“So, why didn’t you?”
Her foot moved again, slipping between his toes and trapping his thick s***t between them. He gasped, chest heaving, as he managed a strained response.
“Hnng… My body belongs to you… It can’t be shown to just anyone…”
“That’s right. Well done.”
Courtney kicked off her other shoe, lifting both feet to firmly press and rub against him. Richard clung to the seat’s edge, surrendering to her touch. The earlier fantasy still lingered, making the familiar sensation of her teasing unbearably exhilarating.
“Hngh… Mmnh…”
Courtney knew all too well that he was trapped, teetering between fantasy and reality. His final unfulfilled desire would never come true—not because she cared for his dignity as emperor, though that was a secondary consideration.
Simply put, she had no intention of sharing her dog’s debased state with anyone else. Though she didn’t mind occasionally dangling the possibility.
“Lift your shirt and bite it.”
Richard fumbled to obey, unbuttoning his jacket and pulling his shirt up. He clenched the fabric between his teeth, baring his well-toned chest, adorned with the gaudy, inappropriate adornments she had affixed to his n*****s.
Courtney raised her foot to toy with his chest, her toes brushing over his sensitive skin. Richard gripped his thighs tightly, his breath growing ragged as the carriage resumed its journey. Courtney’s demeanor remained breezy, as if they were simply on a pleasant outing.
“You’re right. Traveling together is pretty nice. We can do things like this in the carriage, after all. Don’t you think?”
Richard, still biting his shirt, nodded vigorously, overcome with fervor. Foolish of him to only look forward to their nights—this trip would bring unending ecstasy, day and night alike.
