In the Doghouse - Chapter 53
Richard quickly reached out and removed her slip. Up close, Courtney could see his handsome face completely drenched in her fluids. Disgusted, she handed him the slip.
“Clean your face.”
He wiped his face with an embarrassed expression.
I’m definitely not kissing him. Courtney found no appeal in the idea of tasting what he had just lapped up.
Naturally, her eyes drifted downward to his lower half. It was time to finally use that. She had to take the lead in their coupling, just as she had all along. Yet, she wasn’t feeling unsure because of the burden. It was more that she didn’t want to relinquish the control she had fully taken over.
“Richard.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to put that in here?”
She asked, parting her knees slightly.
Predictably, he answered right away.
“Yes.”
“Then bring the leash.”
He quickly moved off the bed and headed to retrieve it. Courtney thought about how she should move all these ‘tools’ to her room, where she could organize them more efficiently for easy access.
Richard returned with a dog collar and leash from the wooden box and climbed back onto the bed. Something about it felt off. Then she realized what it was.
It seemed odd seeing him walking on two legs again after everything.
She let out a small laugh, then tossed the leash aside.
“Get it again.”
His blue eyes trembled, mixing excitement with a hint of frustration. Seeing that flicker of blue fire sent a shiver of pleasure through Courtney’s core.
She had thought she’d never understand, but surprisingly, she was starting to grasp the nature of his twisted desires. He wasn’t immune to feelings of humiliation. In fact, he thrived on them, using them as fuel for his arousal. Unintentionally, she had given him exactly the kind of treatment he craved.
Richard got back on all fours and crawled to retrieve the leash with his mouth. When he returned, she stroked his head affectionately.
“Good boy. Now, present your neck.”
He obediently stretched his neck forward. This time, Courtney didn’t fumble, fastening the collar in one smooth motion. She gave the leash a firm tug, and a small choking sound escaped his throat. That should do it. She momentarily considered tying him up entirely, but she shook herself out of it.
‘I thought it’d be more comfortable for you if I tied myself up.’
Maybe Richard had been right after all. She had always had the seeds of this power dynamic within her, and now she had found the right soil for it to take root.
“Now, get back up here.”
As she commanded, she pulled on the leash. Richard obediently climbed onto the bed, and they sat silently for a moment, connected by the leash, both of their eyes smoldering with desire.
Instead of lying down fully, Courtney spread her legs and leaned back against the headboard. She shortened the leash, pulling Richard closer between her legs. Gently, she wrapped her hand around his erxct member.
“If you misbehave, I will punish you severely.”
“Yes… please do.”
His eyelashes quivered with a mix of anticipation and submission. Even now, as his true self was exposed, his strikingly handsome face still drew her in. It was impossible not to be tempted.
Slowly, she guided his rigid shxft toward her opening. Her heart pounded, feeling as though it might leap out of her chest.
The soft tip of his member pressed against her folds, which were not yet fully open.
“Nnngh…!”
She was struggling to maintain control, but Richard was simply too large for her to take in all at once. Even the slightest pressure left her feeling stretched to the limit.
Realizing that rushing it would only bring her pain, Courtney instead began to rub the head of his cxck against her wet entrance.
“Ugh, Court, ney… if you keep… doing that…”
“Endure it… hnngh!”
Courtney gripped his shxft more tightly and continued to move it back and forth. Each motion sent tingling pleasure through her sensitive clxt. The more she rubbed, the more her entrance moistened and opened up. The wet sounds became louder with every stroke.
Richard’s hips jerked involuntarily, unable to bear the intense sensation of his sensitive head rubbing against her. His cxck had become her personal toy, after his face, reduced to nothing more than an instrument for her pleasure. He fought hard to suppress the overwhelming urge to release.
Courtney could feel the hunger deep within her growing again. Her entrance, hot and swollen from anticipation, pulsed with need, opening and closing as if beckoning him inside. She repositioned the tip of his cxck at her entrance and pressed down, letting a little more slide inside.
“Aah…!”
“Mnnh!”
As Courtney pulled him in deeper, Richard clenched his fists, his entire body tense with the effort of holding back his release. Her tight grip on him, though nearly painful, only heightened his pleasure.
