In the Doghouse - Chapter 218
His ragged breathing betrayed his obvious excitement. Richard was entirely overwhelmed by her intensity. Waking up to this kind of pace—he wondered if he might actually die of happiness.
Awkwardly, he raised his knees and spread his legs slightly. His heart thundered in his chest, pumping blood so furiously that even his nape felt stiff.
Courtney, with her gaze clouded by lust, found his shy, newlywed-like demeanor utterly unsatisfactory. She grabbed the backs of his knees and, with almost inhuman strength, pushed them up. Realizing her intent, Richard hastily pulled his legs up himself, hugging his thighs tightly and clasping his hands together.
His e***t member and taut balls were prominently displayed, and just beneath them, the small opening was already slightly parted with anticipation. Courtney reached for a small bottle with one hand. Her fingers, trembling with impatience, kept slipping as she tried to unscrew the cap.
She felt like she was going mad with the urge to push into him immediately, her body unable to keep up with her desire. Frustrated, she bit the cap off with her teeth and spat it out across the room.
Tossing the cap aside, Courtney poured the lubricant generously over the faux phallus. The glossy sheen gave the artificial organ an even more lifelike appearance. Without hesitation, she pressed the bottle’s nozzle directly against Richard’s entrance.
“Ahh…!”
Though he winced, Courtney wasn’t in the mood for slow preparation or gentleness. She assumed—without much concern—that his body could handle it after the thorough cleansing from the previous day. She shook the bottle roughly against his opening and muttered coldly.
“No time for foreplay. Relax on your own.”
“Yes… I-I will…”
Her commanding tone only heightened Richard’s excitement. His already stiffened member twitched visibly, as if nodding in agreement, which earned a dry chuckle from Courtney.
She couldn’t help but laugh at herself, realizing how out of her mind with desire she was.
Once the bottle was sufficiently emptied, she tossed it aside carelessly. Richard, still clutching his legs tightly, looked up at her with a mix of nervousness and longing.
He was so heartbreakingly beautiful, so irresistibly lovable, that Courtney wanted nothing more than to utterly ruin him. She pressed the faux glans against his still-tight entrance, eager and impatient.
For a brief moment, rationality screamed at her to stop. Courtney paused, meeting Richard’s gaze. He stared back with desperate, fervent eyes, oblivious to her hesitation. Deciding there was no need to wait any longer, she thrust her hips forward.
“Ahhh…!”
Half the s***t plunged in at once, forcing its way into the unyielding passage. Richard’s body curled like a ball as he cried out. There was no pleasure in being forcibly stretched open like this.
Yet, the thought that she was taking him—owning him so completely—only deepened his arousal. He panted heavily, eyes rolling halfway back.
Courtney gripped his ankles and pushed further, her movements forcing the lubricant to spread more evenly inside, easing the resistance. She began shallow thrusts, retreating and advancing rhythmically, and asked him in a low, teasing voice.
“Feels good?”
“Ahh… so, so good…”
Richard mumbled incoherently, shaking his head side to side as if overwhelmed by the sensations. The vulgar words he usually spouted so easily seemed forgotten. Unsatisfied, Courtney slammed her hips down with greater force, demanding a proper response.
“What’s so good about it? Hah, is it just having something shoved inside you that you love?”
“No, no… it’s… it’s because you’re taking my pathetic hole, Master… I love it so much…”
Love, to give and receive it—everything he understood about it was taught to him by Courtney.
Whether their relationship met conventional standards was irrelevant. He had never been ‘normal’ to begin with. He could only feel gratitude for his master, who had deigned to put a leash on such a bothersome, feral creature.
Courtney leaned forward, pressing him further beneath her weight. Times like this, his abnormally sturdy body came in handy. As she rolled her hips, the toy lodged deeper into him, stretching him more fully.
“Ahh… ohhh…”
“I like it too,” Courtney murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Fucking my obedient little b***h.”
Her moans filled the room, laced with delight. No matter how many perverse toys she collected, nothing compared to this. The magical sensations stimulating her c******s were incredible, but it was the raw sense of connection—of possessing him completely—that truly thrilled her.
She began pulling back and thrusting forward with greater intensity, moving her hips with precision. The force sent Richard’s body rocking up and down, his tightly curled frame trembling with each movement. His rigid member swung erratically through the air, slapping against their bellies with each forceful motion. The rhythmic sight of his dripping s***t caught Courtney’s attention.
She released his ankles and seized his slippery c**k in one hand. Her sudden grip elicited a sharp cry from Richard.
“Ahhh!”
“What’s the point of this useless thing?”
“S-Sorry! I’m sorry…!”
Her biting remark drove him to babble an empty apology. Yet, despite her words, Richard’s c**k wasn’t entirely useless—it served as a convenient outlet for her frustrations and as a toy for her amusement.
Courtney twisted her hips while roughly pumping his s***t, the wet sounds of lubrication filling the air. A slick, sticky mixture of precum and saliva coated her hand. She leaned down slightly and spat, watching as her spit landed directly on his glistening head.
