In the Doghouse - Chapter 46
“But… Richard…”
In her mind, Courtney believed she owed him. Her life had always been about repaying debts, and this marriage was no different. She owed him, and part of that debt was to satisfy him physically.
Richard wasn’t oblivious to how Courtney felt. He noticed her growing anxious as she fidgeted with her nails. Gently, he took her hand and softly rubbed her fingertips with his thumb, slowly bringing her hand to his lips.
He kissed her fingers with a respectful tenderness, once, then twice. Courtney widened her eyes, watching him closely. Still holding her hand, Richard spoke in a firm but gentle tone.
“Don’t feel like you need to match my pace. I will serve you until you’re ready. I did ask you to become my master, didn’t I?”
He parted his lips slightly, taking one of her fingers into his mouth, his tongue teasing the edge of her nail, as if savoring a sweet candy.
In the quiet room, the sound of his wet kisses echoed. Courtney didn’t fully grasp the meaning behind his words, but she could tell from his actions. His eyes, which gradually softened with desire, made things clear. She hadn’t done anything, yet he was becoming aroused on his own—like the pervert he was.
Richard wasn’t satisfied with just licking her fingers. He took her entire index finger into his mouth, then her middle finger, rolling them inside his mouth with his tongue. It wasn’t like fingers were particularly sensitive, but Courtney’s face heated up nonetheless, likely due to his suggestive expression.
“Stop… it.”
Courtney whispered in a shaky voice, and Richard obediently let go of her hand. As she quickly pulled her fingers away, he smacked his lips in disappointment.
He gazed at her with longing eyes. A vivid memory from one of her dreams surfaced in Courtney’s mind—Richard, licking her feet like a dog. As soon as the memory flashed, her toes curled in her slippers as if tickled by the thought.
Would he do it if I asked? He probably would. He might even enjoy it. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. Instead, her gaze fell on his half-unbuttoned pants, which were hanging loosely.
“Ah… wait!”
She remembered that she needed to unlock his chastity belt. Courtney instinctively reached for her neck but realized she wasn’t wearing the key. She had taken it off while bathing and completely forgotten.
Panicking, she quickly spoke up.
“Richard! I’ll be right back!”
“Huh?”
“I, um, I forgot the key to… to that. I need to go get it.”
She gestured toward his crotch, and Richard’s lips curled into a sly smile as he followed her gaze downward. Unlike her panic, he remained composed as he replied.
“So, you’re finally going to unlock it?”
“Of course! I mean, we need to unlock it for… for…”
She stammered, clearing her throat to hide her embarrassment. If they were going to spend their wedding night together, the chastity belt had to come off. Why was he acting like he didn’t know that?
Richard stood up, and Courtney’s eyes naturally followed him upward. He was towering over her, making her realize just how large he was compared to her.
Distracted by everything else, she hadn’t fully taken in the sight of his exposed torso until now—the firm chest muscles and defined abs. If only his s-xual preferences were normal, women would be lining up for him. The thought left her feeling conflicted—both disappointed and, strangely, relieved.
His pants were already undone, and he rested his hands on the waistband, looking at her for permission. Courtney gave a small nod, and without hesitation, Richard pulled down both his pants and underwear to his mid-thigh.
“Hicc—”
The metal device encasing his swollen flesh came into full view.
His erxctixn was trapped in a tight metal cylinder, his skin flushed a painful red. It was obvious that the size wasn’t right, and the sight made Courtney wince, but Richard remained calm.
A sticky droplet of fluid had formed at the tiny opening at the tip of the device. Seeing the horror on her face, Richard asked,
“Shall we take it off now?”
“Yes, but I told you, I don’t have the key.”
Without answering, Richard grabbed the lock attached to the top of the chastity belt. With a twist of his wrist, the lock snapped open effortlessly.
Courtney’s jaw dropped. Wasn’t that made of metal?
He tossed the bent lock onto the floor and began removing the metal cylinder from his shxft.
“Huu, ugh…”
With a heavy sigh, his erxctixn sprang free, significantly larger now that it was no longer restrained. Courtney’s eyes widened as she took in the sight—it was nearly double the size it had been before.
As he removed the final ring from around his txstxcles, his erxctixn seemed to swell even more. The shxft was imprinted with mesh-like marks from the chastity device, and a clear fluid slowly trickled down toward his txstxcles.
Richard chuckled softly at her stunned expression.
“I feel like I can breathe again.”
