In the Doghouse - Chapter 47
Snapping out of her daze, Courtney immediately demanded.
“It came off that easily?”
“I thought it might work, but I hadn’t tested it until now.”
Courtney bent down to pick up the twisted lock from the floor. She tried to twist the bent loop back into shape, but it wouldn’t budge. She suddenly felt like a fool for having been so anxious about hiding and not losing the key all this time.
“T-Then, why were you even wearing it!”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Richard replied with a mischievous smile, while finishing the task of removing his pants and underwear. Once again, Courtney became fully aware of his nakedness, though somewhat belatedly.
His back muscles flexed with every movement, and his thick thighs looked as if they could crush anything, including her, with little effort. If he ever decided to use his strength, she feared she’d be as helpless as the lock he had just broken.
But Richard had no such intentions. Now, fully naked, he knelt down in front of her, both knees resting on the ground.
Courtney’s gaze was fixed on the area between his legs, and he noticed, asking in a teasing but not mocking tone,
“Seems like you like what you see.”
“W-What?”
“You’ve been staring at it for a while now.”
His casual observation was enough to make Courtney’s face flush even more. She quickly looked away but, feeling a bit defiant, returned her gaze to his body. How could someone so perverted have such a perfect body?
As expected, his erxctixn stood proudly, occasionally glistening with fluids. Yet, despite the visible arousal, Richard remained kneeling, making no attempt to touch her.
The scene felt strangely familiar to Courtney. He had acted the same way in the basxmxnt. Back then, it had been up to her to act—she had the right and the responsibility to control him, just like an owner disciplining her dog.
The memory brought back a wave of excitement. The thought of controlling a man like this, having him entirely at her mercy, was exhilarating. And she couldn’t help but wonder how he would react now—back then, she hadn’t fully explored the opportunity.
Tentatively, Courtney slipped her bare foot out of her slipper. When she extended it towards him, Richard, sensing her intention, spread his knees wider to give her more space. Her toes barely brushed the tip of his erxctixn, and she heard him let out a heavy sigh.
“Huu—”
Even that slight touch had him exhaling with pleasure. Emboldened, Courtney pressed her foot against him more firmly, rubbing it up and down along his length. She could feel his leg muscles tighten in response.
As she continued to slide her foot along his shxft, lubricated by the fluids seeping from him, she realized how hot and hard it felt. She had never touched a man like this before, let alone with her foot, and she was surprised by how solid and warm he was.
She watched his reaction closely. Richard’s head had dropped forward, his face scrunched up in bliss rather than embarrassment. He just kept watching a woman’s foot rubbing against his genitals with such ecstacy in his eyes.
His parted knees trembled intermittently, and his chest and abdominal muscles occasionally rippled. Is this really something that feels good? He shuddered even more as Courtney pressed her foot harder against him.
“Hngh, Courtney…”
“Should I stop?”
“No…”
Richard tilted his head back, struggling to endure the intense stimulation. It was the moment he had only ever fantasized about, coupled with the long period of abstinence he had endured. The pleasure was so overwhelming that he felt as if he might lose control and climax if he let his guard down for even a second.
Excited, Courtney pressed her entire sole against his erxctixn, rubbing it firmly. Unlike the firm, vein-covered shxft, the head was soft and tender. Judging by his more intense reaction, it seemed like this was the spot that felt best for him.
His eyes glazed over as he began to buck his hips, almost as if he were thrusting into her. But instead of entering a woman’s body, his erxctixn twitched pitifully in the empty air. When Courtney firmly pushed her foot down, his manhood rubbed against his firm lower abdomen.
“Ugh, Courtney, please….”
Richard spoke in a pleading voice, unable to keep his hands still, clenching and unclenching his fists as if he were desperate to grab his manhood and relieve himself.
“Please, what? What do you want me to do?”
Courtney asked, looking down at him with a calm expression that only intensified his desire. It didn’t matter if she genuinely didn’t know or if she was teasing him. Either way, it only fueled his frustration.
Richard, his voice strained, begged for mercy.
“Please allow me to… touch mys—”
“No.”
Courtney cut him off sharply. She wasn’t being cruel for the sake of it, but in her mind, it was strange for a husband to resort to self-pleasure on their wedding night instead of engaging with his wife. If he wanted to do something strange, they should do it together. After all, they were now a married couple.
Whatever her reasons, her orders were absolute to Richard. Without hesitation, he twisted his arms behind him, gripping his ankles as if to restrain himself. He knew he might lose control and touch himself otherwise—like a disobedient dog.
Courtney felt momentarily triumphant but soon began to wonder what to do next. She thought back to Richard’s earlier requests and the things she had read in the book. Correction and punishment were essential to taming something, weren’t they?
Even as Courtney was lost in thought, her foot continued to torment Richard, brushing against him with soft, deliberate movements. Her toes grazed his sensitive tip, causing his body to tense. But when she misjudged her pressure and accidentally pressed down hard on his taut, sensitive txstxcles, it happened.
“Hnggh—!”
A pained groan escaped Richard, and his back arched dramatically. By the time Courtney looked down, it was already too late.
