In the Doghouse - Chapter 51
Courtney thought to herself as she massaged Richard’s hot bxttxcks. It seemed like he was enjoying it. Why would anyone like this? Trying to understand a pervert felt impossible. As she raked her nails across his skin, Richard quickly spoke up.
“Court…ney.”
“What now.”
“If you keep touching me like that, I think I’m going to come…”
“Then hold it. Or block it entirely.”
“Yes.”
He immediately grabbed his cxck with his left hand. Although she had told him to stop it, the way his hand was moving suggested a different purpose.
Courtney let out a scoff.
“I didn’t say to grab it and stroke it.”
“I apologize.”
Finally, Richard obediently gripped his cxck tightly, stopping the motion. Courtney continued massaging his bxttxcks as she observed him.
The crown prince, lying in front of her, presenting his bxttxcks, while gripping his painfully erxct cxck. Every time she moved her hand slightly, his body squirmed like a bug.
Honestly, her impression of him was somewhat ridiculous. It wasn’t a flattering thought, but that didn’t mean she felt negatively about it either. Courtney felt a strange satisfaction, a sense of confidence that bordered on arrogance.
Though she couldn’t quite name the feeling, she was intoxicated by this unfamiliar sense of omnipotence.
Along with it came the urge to torment him more.
“Richard.”
“Yes, mmnh.”
“Lie down properly.”
When she removed her hand, Richard flipped over, laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. Looking at the crown prince lying submissively like this, a terrible thought crossed Courtney’s mind. He resembled a dog, exposing its belly in submission.
“And let go of yourself, too.”
Richard, who was still holding onto his cxck, obediently lowered his left hand. His eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation as he looked at her.
Courtney traced her fingertips along his abdomen. His muscles, taut and defined, were still stained with dried sxmxn. Once again, she spoke the first thought that came to mind.
“How filthy.”
“I apologize.”
“I think we need to buy a new chastity belt.”
“Yes.”
Her hand slowly trailed up to his chest. Just like his stomach, his chest was firm and muscular. Both his upper and lower body lacked restraint, as evidenced by his small, erxct nxxples. She pressed the small buds with her fingertips.
“Ngh.”
“Like a dog in heat.”
“…Yes, a dog in heat.”
“I figured as much.”
Richard’s face flushed bright red at her words, but beneath the faint shame was unmistakable joy. His eyes were hazy, and his mouth parted, releasing hot, ragged breaths into the air.
Courtney gave his nxxple a firm pinch before moving on her knees to position herself near his head.
It was a moment of choice. Everything up to this point could be attributed to Richard’s own actions. She could convince herself that she was merely playing along.
But what she was about to do now—this was entirely her own decision. Not because she thought it was something he would enjoy, but because, deep down, she had wanted this. Enough to dream about it.
Kneeling directly over his head, she looked down at him. The perceptive ‘dog’ licked his dry lips.
She positioned herself so that his head was between her thighs. He stared up at her exposed, wet slit, eagerly anticipating. His mouth watered at the sight of her glistening folds.
“Richard.”
“Yes.”
“Beg.”
Though his expression already showed his desperation, Courtney wanted to hear it directly. She needed him to push her just a bit further so she wouldn’t hesitate.
“Courtney, please… let me lick you.”
“That’s the best you can do?”
Courtney lifted her slip slightly and spread her legs wider. Her folds, previously closed, parted, revealing her reddened flesh.
No matter how vulgar her words or actions became, they couldn’t compare to the crown prince lying beneath her. She felt at ease as she reached down between her legs. When she brushed her fingers against her wet slit, the heat and moisture surprised her. It didn’t even feel like her own body.
Just as she’d hoped, Richard was completely desperate now. He pleaded with no hesitation.
“Please, Master, please let me lick you. Please…”
Just watching her was enough to make his cxck throb painfully. Richard’s hips twitched slightly, thrusting upwards. Courtney twisted his erxct nxxple sharply.
“Stay still.”
“Hnn, yes, please… please…”
He kept repeating “please” as though broken, and Courtney felt a thrilling sensation shoot through her spine. It felt like the whole world that had belittled and oppressed her was now beneath her—more precisely, between her legs. She was fully intoxicated by the exhilaration, lowering herself down. Her parted slit landed perfectly on Richard’s lips.
