In the Doghouse - Chapter 118
Courtney sighed deeply, spinning the damp handkerchief around her fingers. She then pressed the crumpled cloth against his lips.
Richard cautiously parted his lips, sensing Courtney’s mood. She immediately shoved the handkerchief deep into his mouth, continuing to speak as she did so.
“I don’t need a dog that wags its tail for everyone.”
Richard shook his head, trying to indicate that he had never done such a thing. But it wasn’t a question—it was a declaration. Courtney pressed her fingers deeper, as if to poke at his throat, and continued.
“Do you understand what I’m saying? A dog like that isn’t just scolded—it gets thrown out.”
Richard’s eyes trembled, and he nodded weakly. He looked pitiful, as if the world had wronged him, which only amused her more. Courtney let out a derisive snort.
“Get up.”
Richard hesitated, worried that the moment he let go, she might storm off and leave the terrace. But as her gaze sharpened, he awkwardly rose to his feet.
Her eyes shifted downward to the waistband of his trousers. His bound-up erxctixn mirrored his expression—drooping and pitiful. She found it strangely amusing. At least his contrition seemed sincere, even in this.
Courtney briefly listened to the sounds from outside, then suddenly reached out.
“Nngh…”
Richard inhaled sharply through his nose. Courtney fully undid his trousers, grabbing his limp manhood with a firm squeeze. The sensation of his softened length was unfamiliar, but it didn’t last long. Within moments, as she roughly fondled him, his body betrayed him, springing back to life.
Breathing through his nose in shallow gasps, Richard anxiously kept his eyes on her, even though he knew he deserved her wrath. His deflated demeanor made him look somewhat endearing, which amused Courtney even more.
She was determined to properly discipline him. After all, she didn’t often get the chance to enact revenge so swiftly. Whether he saw it as punishment or reward, she didn’t care.
“Turn around.”
Richard hesitated, his eyes scanning her face before he slowly complied. The moment his back was to her, Courtney yanked down his trousers, exposing his bare skin to the chilly autumn air. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight of his firm bxttxcks clenching in anticipation.
“What are you expecting while being punished?” she taunted.
She delivered a sharp slap to his backside. His firm skin didn’t redden easily, but there were other, more suspicious markings there. Arrows and vulgar words, all pointing toward his rear.
And that wasn’t the extent of it. Courtney lifted his shirt a little, revealing the string tied around his waist. The same string that was wrapped tightly around his manhood ran over his back, crisscrossing up his torso, and was knotted around his neck, leaving a tail-like string hanging down his backside.
It was all her work. She had tied him up earlier, promising to reward him if he managed to get through the night without incident.
Given his current condition, Richard had no chance of misbehaving—even without her supervision. Any other woman who saw him like this would have been horrified.
Courtney felt a twinge of annoyance that her carefully laid plans had gone awry. Whether it was punishment or not, Richard seemed destined to enjoy it. She grabbed his hips, pulling them apart roughly.
“Grab yourself. But don’t move.”
Richard hesitated again, looking back at her with worried eyes, but she made a deliberately angry face.
“Don’t want to? Then forget it.”
Panicked, Richard shook his head and reluctantly did as he was told. With one hand on the wall beside him, he reached down with the other to grip himself. His erxctixn returned immediately, embarrassing him. What was he expecting?
His mind tried to hold onto rationality, but his body was heating up. His breath came out in ragged puffs through his nose, and the anticipation of what she might do next made his skin crawl. His confusion only added to the growing excitement, perpetuating a vicious cycle.
Courtney’s slender fingers slid between his bxttxcks, teasing the sensitive entrance there. Her perfectly manicured nails gently grazed his most private spot. Richard’s hand reflexively twitched, causing his grip to tighten.
Smack!
Her hand came down hard on his backside again.
“Don’t act like a mutt.”
Richard’s mouth gaped open. The pendulum in his mind, swinging between conscience and lust, had finally tipped. His head nodded fervently, and the dampness from the handkerchief sprayed out into the air.
He gripped the base of his tied-up arousal with all his might. He wanted to stroke, to release, but gritted his teeth and held back, resisting the physiological urge.
Courtney stepped in closer behind him. One hand continued to tease around his sensitive entrance, while the other slid up under his shirt, caressing the firm muscles of his abdomen. Richard trembled as she touched him.
“Are you really reflecting on what you did?”
At Courtney’s whispered command, Richard lowered his head, embarrassed. He wasn’t reflecting on his actions—he was only growing more excited. Yet, instead of scolding him, she let out a light laugh, which sent a shiver down his spine. His body trembled involuntarily at the sound.
Through the small crack in the door, lively music from the ballroom drifted out. The party was still in full swing, but neither of them paid it any mind. The thrill of possibly being caught only added to their excitement, heightening the tension between them.
