In the Doghouse - Chapter 69
Emotions are contagious, and Richard’s mood was at an all-time high. As soon as he finished preparing—after a bath that bordered on obsessive—he dismissed all his attendants and headed alone to Courtney’s chambers. His steps were light, almost joyful.
He couldn’t help but wonder what she had planned. Lustful fantasies swirled in his mind, heating his body with anticipation.
But it was too soon to lose control. Just as he reached the middle of the corridor, a figure stepped out, stopping him in his tracks.
“Your Highness.”
Richard instantly recognized the person and frowned. In his excitement, he hadn’t noticed the approach.
Anton, his most trusted aide—also known as his “personal slave”—stood before him, his usually decent features overshadowed by his unhealthy complexion.
As someone standing between Richard and Courtney, Anton’s presence was far from welcome. Richard responded curtly.
“What.”
Instead of explaining, Anton handed him a stack of reports. Richard snatched them and gave them a cursory glance, his attitude indifferent.
Anton watched the Crown Prince with a defiant glare. After all, Richard was the one who had demanded he report on this issue day and night. Yet here he was, exhausted from unwanted overtime, receiving no thanks for his efforts. It was only natural for Anton’s resentment to grow.
Though fully aware of his aide’s rebellious gaze, Richard ignored him. He was far too busy to reprimand Anton now, though he made a mental note to “re-educate” him later. For now, he simply cursed him inwardly for his lack of flexibility—despite never having shown his subordinates much leniency himself.
With a flutter of papers, Richard flipped through the report quickly. His expression darkened momentarily as he reached the last page. Worse than expected.
He shoved the stack back into Anton’s chest.
“Keep watching. Don’t take your eyes off it, not even for a second.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Anton disappeared into the shadows of the staircase. Even after his aide had left, Richard remained in place, feeling a familiar tension creep back into his chest. The carefree euphoria he had been riding vanished, replaced by the suffocating weight of duty. It was as if he had been dragged down from a dreamlike cloud, back into the harsh reality of his role.
The title of Crown Prince always felt like a burden, one that never quite fit him. He’d never voiced these thoughts aloud, knowing he’d be dismissed as ungrateful.
He ruffled his golden hair with frustration and resumed walking slowly down the empty corridor. As he approached his destination, the sharpness in his eyes faded, replaced with something softer.
By the time he stood in front of the closed door, the tension had melted away. Taking a deep breath, Richard knocked.
“Come in.”
The familiar, yet commanding voice sent a shiver down his spine. Not from fear, but from excitement and anticipation. His palm, warm with nervous energy, turned the cool door handle.
“Court—”
Richard froze. The scene before him was different from what he had expected.
Instead of the usual soft glow of candlelight, the room was brightly illuminated by magical lamps, casting a stark, daylight-like brightness across the room. Courtney stood in the center, wearing a short, pink slip, arms crossed.
Clearly, she was setting a new tone for the evening. Richard suppressed the grin that threatened to surface and stepped into the room.
“What are you waiting for? Strip.”
Courtney’s sharp command nearly made him chuckle. Though he was entirely sincere in his desire to serve and obey her, he couldn’t help but find her somewhat adorable. The pink slip made her look like an angry bunny.
Noticing his relaxed demeanor, Courtney shot him a fierce glare. Richard quickly cleared his throat and composed himself. Without hesitation, he swiftly removed his night robe, loose shirt and pants.
Only then did she take a step closer. Richard immediately knelt before her, lowering himself in submission.
Courtney reached out to stroke his hair, as if praising him. Her gaze traveled from the top of his head down his bare body, lingering between his legs. As always, his manhood stood proudly, already fully erxct, making its presence known.
“Were you expecting this?”
“Yes…”
Courtney slipped off one of her slippers and nudged his erxctixn playfully with her foot.
“Ugh…”
Even the slightest touch caused Richard to gasp. Since adopting this abstinent lifestyle of non-mxstxrbation, his body felt like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at the smallest provocation. It wouldn’t take much for him to lose control entirely.
As her indifferent foot teased him, Richard’s desperation grew. He wanted more. He wanted her to kick him or even step on him, anything to push him to the brink. He yearned for her to push him to his limits as she had last time. But just as his desire peaked, her foot pulled away, retreating to its original place.
He looked up at her with pleading eyes, but before he could process her expression, he heard a metallic jingle.
Something had fallen to the floor with a soft clink.
