In the Doghouse - Chapter 213
Courtney’s sneering remark left Richard unable to respond, tears silently trailing down his face. All he wanted was her forgiveness and mercy, but he couldn’t even grasp what he had done to displease her.
Courtney spoke again, her voice laced with spiteful sarcasm.
“Disobedient, unable to clench properly, a pathetic excuse for a mutt—there’s nothing you’re good at.”
“I’ll do better, Master. Please… please…”
Courtney moved to his head, crouching down as she pushed his blindfold up to his forehead. His tear and sweat-streaked face tilted upward to meet her gaze.
She had changed into a comfortable riding outfit. Her fitted trousers replaced her usual skirts, and the way she carried herself was more reminiscent of a debt collector than a master.
“My little mutt is all bark, no bite.”
“No, no, that’s not true… I’ll listen—I’ll do anything you say. Please…”
Richard shook his head frantically, his words spilling out desperately.
Perhaps his frantic pleading pleased her. Courtney smiled faintly as she stood back up.
She brought the toe of her riding boot to his lips, pressing it lightly against them. The strong scent of leather reached him, and without hesitation, he extended his tongue, licking and polishing the shoe’s tip and instep.
Satisfied with his submissiveness, Courtney smiled again. Richard, noticing her amusement, forced a pitiful smile in return. He couldn’t afford to upset her again—not when she might leave him alone once more.
But Courtney knew he was already nearing his limit. No matter how robust a person’s body might be, no one could steel their insides against such torment forever. Adopting a saccharine tone, she asked softly,
“Do you want to release?”
“Yes, yes, Master, please!”
Richard cried immediately, his voice trembling as another wave of sharp pain wracked his abdomen.
He nodded furiously, his body writhing as he looked up at her, desperate for relief. Courtney began rummaging through her pockets as if searching for the key.
But his torment wasn’t over yet.
“Oh. I think I left the key upstairs.”
“Ahhh!”
Richard’s head snapped from side to side in frantic denial.
His wild reaction made her frown. Courtney planted the sole of her boot on his head, pressing him down firmly.
“What’s this? Got a problem?”
“N-No, Master. None at all. Please…”
He whimpered, shaking his head vigorously against the floor.
He didn’t care about his bound hands. He didn’t care about anything else. All he wanted was to be rid of the unbearable pressure inside him. But once again, Courtney dashed his hopes.
“Then wait. I’ll be back soon.”
“No! Master, please, please… don’t leave me here!” he screamed, his voice cracking with desperation.
Courtney ignored his cries and walked toward the door, her boots tapping rhythmically against the floor, the sound almost playful. Before he could utter another word, she was gone. Her footsteps echoed faintly before fading completely.
Left utterly alone once more, Richard stared blankly at the open doorway, his hollow eyes glistening with unshed tears. She was likely heading to the top-floor bedroom, where they had stored most of their belongings.
“Please… please, Master… please…”
He whimpered weakly, repeating the words like a broken mantra. The swirling, heavy sensation in his abdomen churned violently. It felt like a storm was raging inside his gut. Sweat trickled down his thighs, and even though he knew it was just sweat, panic gripped him. He clenched his muscles tightly, his body trembling as tears streamed down his face.
Courtney descended the stairs quickly, the forgotten key now in her grasp. When she reached the first floor, she paused in the hallway. The soft sound of muffled sobbing filtered through the open doorway at the end of the corridor.
Leaving the key upstairs had been an honest mistake. But it didn’t disrupt her plans in the slightest. Whether Richard had managed to hold on or given in completely didn’t matter. Either outcome suited her just fine.
Humming lightly, she strolled toward the door. When she arrived, she leaned into the room, calling out in a sweet voice:
“Your Majesty?”
“Ugh… Master… please…”
Richard stammered, lifting his tear-streaked face to look at her.
She hadn’t even been gone for five minutes, but his body looked like it had endured hours of torment. His skin glistened with sweat, his hair damp and plastered to his forehead.
Somehow, he had managed to hold on. No foul smell filled the air, and his quivering form remained taut, still fighting the inevitable.
Courtney dangled the key in her hand, letting it jingle softly as she stepped inside, her smile sharp and amused.
“Are you alright.”
“No… no, Master… I think I’m going to die… please…” Richard stammered, his lips trembling as he begged.
Her tone stayed cold and indifferent as she walked behind him to inspect his rear. His puckered opening twitched furiously, visibly struggling to hold back the storm inside. Courtney brought the sharp tip of the key to his trembling entrance, pressing it lightly against the sensitive skin.
“You’re holding up better than I thought.”
“Ahhh! Ngh…!”
Richard wailed pitifully, his cries almost animalistic as he slammed his forehead against the floor.
Courtney clucked her tongue disapprovingly, like a parent chastising a child.
“Now, now… don’t ruin that pretty face of yours.”
