In the Doghouse - Chapter 217
Relieved, if only slightly, Courtney muttered under her breath.
“I was really scared. There’s no one here but me. If you caught a cold…”
“When have I ever been sick?”
Despite his reassurance, Courtney’s expression still showed lingering worry. Perhaps caring for their children—who were uncannily similar to him in temperament—had made her overly cautious.
Richard briefly entertained a thought so reprehensible that no one would ever understand it. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if I were really sick. After all, as Courtney said, there was no one else here.
She would have no choice but to take care of him herself. Even if he were gravely ill and unable to lift a finger, having her by his side would make it worthwhile—a valuable, joyous time.
Courtney, still suspicious of his silence, studied him closely. She brushed her small hand across his forehead and felt his neck. Her worried eyes radiated warmth, a sight so tender it made his heart ache.
Richard placed his hand over hers, intertwining their fingers.
“Every single moment with you is pure happiness for me.”
“W-What are you saying all of a sudden?”
Courtney’s face flushed red in an instant, as if caught off guard. Richard smiled gently.
This was the woman he adored—his commanding master, who issued her lewd orders with a cold, impassive face, and his shy wife, blushing at unexpected confessions. He cherished both sides of her equally.
Unlike Courtney, Richard had no shame, whether by day or night. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her soft palm repeatedly.
“What I mean is, nothing felt excessive or too much. Last night was… perfect.”
“Wasn’t it… too much? Too painful?”
“Not at all. It was incredible.”
Still holding her, Richard shifted his body, effortlessly sweeping her into his arms and laying her gently back onto the soft bed. Tossing her around like a doll, he clearly showed no signs of illness. Finally, Courtney felt her worries ease.
The two lay facing each other in silence for a long time, simply staring. The gentle morning sunlight of summer streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over them.
Richard’s deep blue eyes gradually darkened, filled with emotion. He spoke softly, his voice low and contemplative, as if confessing a long-held secret.
“Sometimes, I’m afraid.”
“What… are you afraid of?”
“I’m so happy… but I worry you might find me disgusting.”
This sudden confession puzzled her. What about him could she possibly find disgusting? Was it because he enjoyed being tormented, couldn’t distinguish pain from pleasure, and even treated shame as a spice for arousal?
Truthfully, if she listed them one by one, there were plenty of reasons to call him grotesque. But he’d always been that way, and besides, she herself had long since embraced her own deviant tendencies. With a confused expression, Courtney asked again.
“Why would I ever feel that way?”
“It’s nothing… just a thought.”
Richard smiled faintly, evading her question, and shifted his gaze. As if struck by a sudden realization, Courtney grabbed the blanket covering him and yanked it down.
Sure enough, there it was—the same scene she’d expected. After enduring a night of harsh torment and scolding, his member was still proudly standing at attention. Courtney scoffed in disbelief.
“It really is incredible. Do you even know the meaning of moderation?”
Richard responded with an embarrassed smile, his boyish face contrasting hilariously with his immodest lower half. It was almost frustrating how healthy his body was. Courtney, fed up with the sight, tossed the blanket back over him.
From under the covers, Richard shuffled closer to her, snuggling up and rubbing his forehead against her affectionately. His behavior was almost absurdly endearing.
“Exactly. That’s why I need you to keep me in line, Master.”
He planted a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, and finally her cheeks. Each kiss was small and playful, like a series of gentle pecks.
As the kisses continued, the walls around Courtney’s heart began to melt like sugar over a fire.
‘How could I not love this man? My sweet, adorable puppy.’
Without warning, Courtney pushed him back by his shoulders, determination gleaming in her eyes.
She wanted to love him now—more tenderly, more intimately than usual.
“Wait here.”
Leaping off the bed, Courtney rushed to her luggage. She tore open one bag after another until she found a small, securely locked box tucked away deep inside.
Her hands trembled with excitement as she fumbled with the lock. Inside was another smaller box, tightly packed for safety. Growing impatient, she nearly tore it apart in her haste.
Finally, the box opened, and the item inside tumbled to the floor. Richard recognized it immediately—a harness equipped with a faux phallus.
The moment he realized what it was, his heart raced, and the muscles of his backside instinctively clenched. He’d been waiting for this moment, longing for it without daring to ask. It felt like a gift.
Frantically, he grabbed a discarded towel and began wiping himself down. He scrubbed hastily over most of his body but took extra care cleaning his most sensitive areas.
Meanwhile, Courtney practically ripped off her house dress and undergarments in a frenzy. Fortunately, she had been wearing lightweight clothing due to the summer heat—otherwise, she might have shredded everything in her rush.
Standing bare, she picked up the harness and stepped into it. The magical strap-on immediately sprang upright the moment she secured it, a testament to her overwhelming excitement.
Courtney returned to the bed and pressed against Richard’s chest, urging him to lie flat. He obeyed, sinking back onto the mattress.
“Spread your legs.”
