In the Doghouse - Chapter 219
Richard’s moans grew even louder, the sound pitifully alluring, as if he were a courtesan pleading for mercy. The sound pleased Courtney, who, despite her labored breathing, intensified her assault.
“Right? It’s useless anyway—maybe I should just break it.”
To prove she wasn’t bluffing, Courtney pressed her thumb harshly against the tender slit, tugging at it as though she might tear it off. The near-torturous teasing left Richard with no option but to weep and beg.
“No, mmh, no… Master, it hurts…”
“If it hurts, why is it still standing?”
Letting go of his member, Courtney slapped it sharply, her palm landing hard against his p***s and t*******s. The impact made Richard gag, his throat constricting as if he might pass out. Yet, when Courtney gripped his balls as though to crush them, he scrambled to beg for forgiveness.
“Nngh, I-I’m sorry! I was wrong…!”
“If you come on your own again today, I’ll really, huu, I’ll really snap it off. Understand?”
“Mmnh, hnnh— Yes… yes…!”
Only then did her iron grip on him loosen. Taking her threat to heart, Richard clenched his rear desperately, as if to prove his obedience. Courtney, unwilling to be outdone, pounded into him with renewed ferocity. The strap-on driving into his tight passage gleamed with slickness from the lubricant coating it.
Though it was Richard’s rear being thrust into, Courtney’s own arousal was evident—thick, sticky fluids trickled from her opening, stringing between her legs.
Her insides clenched with need, a tantalizing itch spreading through her abdomen, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the overwhelming desire to dominate and utterly conquer the man beneath her.
The mental satisfaction of owning and exploiting him, coupled with the physical stimulation of the toy against her c**t, drove her closer and closer to an unbearable climax. Her sweat-soaked hair stuck to her back, swinging wildly with each motion.
“Ahh… haah!”
Richard, too, was nearing his limit. He panted heavily, his body trembling, and the muscles in his toned frame became sharply defined from the tension. Sensing her own climax building, Courtney pressed harder, goading him relentlessly.
“Clamp down on it! Your hole’s so loose.”
“Ahh—yes, hiic… I’m trying…”
Her complaints, bordering on unfair, prompted Richard to squeeze his rear as tightly as he could. The sensation, like pinching her c******s, elicited an involuntary gasp from Courtney.
“Hnnnngh…!”
Finally, the wave crested and broke. Courtney’s body spasmed as her release came in a rush, liquid warmth spilling freely from her core. Even as the white-hot pleasure consumed her mind, she continued to stroke Richard’s stiff member without thinking.
The deliberate stimulation sent his body into violent shudders. Yet, Richard held on, clawing at his own interlocked hands as he resisted the urge to release. His eyelids fluttered as if in seizure. Despite his overwhelming desire, the dog who knew no restraint managed to hold back long enough to seek permission.
“Ma, ster! Keugh, hnngh, I’m going to—please, please! May I?”
“Haa. Yes. C*m.”
“Thank you!”
With his master’s permission, Richard let himself go. Thick, milky s***n erupted from the tip of his c**k like a fountain, the result of his long, torturous restraint. Most of it splattered across his chest, painting a white pattern from his abdomen to his collarbone.
Richard gasped, his mouth slack, his eyes unfocused as he rode out the overwhelming climax. His legs hung in the air, trembling violently in the aftermath.
Courtney swayed, her energy spent. The now-flaccid strap-on slipped out of Richard’s entrance, leaving his abused hole twitching and slightly agape.
She took a moment to catch her breath, gazing at the sight of his thoroughly ravaged body. The satisfaction filled her completely, though an immense exhaustion crept in alongside it.
“That’s enough.”
She murmured, undoing the tight grip of Richard’s interlocked fingers. Only then did he realize he had still been holding the position. Slowly, he lowered his trembling legs back onto the bed, his unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling. When he finally managed to close his agape mouth, a line of saliva slid down his throat.
Courtney reached down and unfastened the harness at her waist, letting the artificial phallus fall to the floor with a soft thud. She was a mess herself, her thighs soaked with slick fluids down to her knees.
Yet, without bothering to clean up, she collapsed onto the bed, utterly drained. Her body felt as though she had sprinted at full speed, leaving her head spinning and her limbs weak.
Realizing it wasn’t the time to stay idle, Richard regained his senses and pulled Courtney into his arms. Her small frame nestled perfectly against his. The thought of someone so petite and delicate pushing him to his limits like that amazed him.
Their bodies, damp with sweat and other fluids, pressed tightly together, yet neither felt discomfort. Physically and emotionally, they were utterly fulfilled.
Yet, for some reason, Courtney’s expression remained uneasy. Richard, puzzled by her lingering discomfort, asked softly.
“Is something bothering you?”
“No…” she replied, shaking her head faintly.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him, holding him close. Still, her furrowed brow didn’t relax.
There was no question it had been a deeply satisfying experience. Courtney, too, had felt the completeness of their union. But she couldn’t help feeling unsettled.
How had things escalated like this again?
