In the Doghouse - Chapter 31
She continued to stroke Richard’s head, sneaking glances down between his legs. It was impossible to ignore. He must really enjoy this. She marveled at the thought. There really are all kinds of people in this world. She still couldn’t fathom how she had ended up being his choice.
Not knowing what else to do, a thought popped into Courtney’s head. She held out the leash he had brought. Richard stretched his neck forward to make it easier for her to fasten the collar. As she secured it around his neck, she asked,
“You brought this, so I’ll give you a reward. What would you like me to do?”
This shouldn’t break any of the rules. She felt rather proud of her cleverness.
After fumbling a bit, she finally fastened the buckle. The black collar around his pale neck looked oddly fitting. Courtney wrapped the dangling leash around her hand.
Still, Richard remained silent. She tilted her head, locking eyes with him as if to urge him to speak. His face, flushed all the way down to his neck, trembled as he spoke in a voice that was low and broken.
“I… I want to be stepped on…”
“Pardon?”
When Courtney asked again, he immediately lowered his gaze. Why is this so difficult? Feeling frustrated, she tugged on the leash, forcing him to look at her.
“Where?”
The corners of his eyes, damp with excitement, twitched. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. This time, Courtney felt a vivid sense of satisfaction. The helplessness of the once-proud Crown Prince sent a shiver down her spine. Unable to fully suppress the feeling, she pressed him again.
“Say it properly.”
“Please step on… my erxct cxck…”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Courtney immediately let go of the leash. Ugh, I should’ve just let it slide. Why did I even ask? She instantly regretted it.
Seemingly aware of his shame, Richard bowed his head deeply, muttering an apology.
“I apologize.”
Courtney stared at the top of Richard’s head in disbelief. The Crown Prince is talking about his manhood like that? His cxck?
And it was so natural that she hadn’t even noticed right away—he had been speaking to her in unusually polite, formal language the entire time. Probably, across the entire continent, the only people he would ever bow to like this were the Emperor and herself. Should she consider it an honor?
Sighing, Courtney spoke.
“Richard. Look up.”
He flinched but didn’t immediately raise his head. Is he pretending to be coy now, after saying all that? Growing irritated, Courtney spoke again, this time with less patience.
“You asked me to be your Master, so why aren’t you obeying me?”
At this, Richard’s head shot up. His eyes were swollen as if he’d just cried, and his breath came in ragged gasps, as though he’d been running. Desperate, he stammered out an excuse.
“Forgive me, Courtney. It’s just… this is the first time I’ve ever actually done this…”
For a brief moment, Courtney dared to hope. Maybe now that he was experiencing it for real, he couldn’t go through with it after all? But her fragile hope was soon shattered.
“It’s so good… I just can’t control… my excitement… nngh. Maybe we should stop for today.”
As if to prove his point, Richard’s hips gave a shallow thrust. His g***n was now so swollen it looked like it might burst through his pants. Of course. Courtney sighed in frustration and leaned back against the chair.
“So, should we call it a day then?”
“Yes. You’ve exceeded my expectations, Courtney… Huu… I’ll be more prepared next time.”
Richard’s breathing grew heavier. Glancing down between his legs with a look of disdain, Courtney remarked,
“Alright. But shouldn’t you take care of that before heading back?”
“Yes. I’ll… take care of it and return shortly.”
Richard staggered to his feet. Previously, he had been able to return to the palace while still erxct, but now he seemed to be struggling just to stand.
Glad he enjoyed himself, but was this really something to take pride in? Courtney found her situation utterly pathetic.
She waved at Richard, who lingered awkwardly before leaving the room.
“Take your time.”
Startled, he nodded and quickly left the room, still wearing the collar she had fastened on him.
Left alone, Courtney looked around the room. Earlier, she had been afraid to be left alone in the dim basxmxnt, but now that she was familiar with the place, it didn’t seem so scary. Perhaps thanks to the pervert’s shock therapy.
Crossing her arms, Courtney reflected on what had just transpired. She had expected something far more terrifying, but this wasn’t so bad. And the fact that Richard didn’t have any real experience either made her feel more at ease.
At this level, it seemed almost cute. Maybe if she played along, she could handle this. She felt surprisingly optimistic.
Meanwhile—
From the room next door, Richard’s voice echoed.
“Nnngh… Courtney…”
He had dropped his pants down to his thighs and was furiously stroking his cxck. It was more swollen than ever before, and as he rubbed it roughly, transparent fluid oozed from it, dripping down his palm and onto the floor.
