In the Doghouse - Chapter 71
“Oh… well done.”
Courtney quickly composed herself, pretending nothing was amiss. Richard graciously ignored her flustered reaction. The fact that she had initiated the writing play at all was more than he had hoped for. A few awkward moments from his novice Master were nothing but endearing.
Courtney slapped her flushed cheeks lightly with her hands. She rationalized her surprise—anyone would be shocked, not just her. It was out of her control, she reasoned, as she tried to steady her resolve once more.
But the sight before her was still ridiculous. His thick thighs were shamelessly spread wide, and despite being tightly restrained, his erxctixn showed no signs of diminishing. His swollen nxxples, now redder than his lips, seemed ridiculous too.
With a hint of revenge for her earlier embarrassment, she teased him playfully.
“Who else but a pervert would enjoy this so much?”
“Yes, please…”
Richard’s eyes quivered with pleasure, and his expression was even more obscene than his position, stirring Courtney’s emotions.
She bent over and began writing again. First, she scrawled something across his taut abs. Richard tilted his head down to read the upside-down words.
Horny mutt
Richard let out a shaky breath, the humiliation from seeing the words written on his skin much stronger than simply hearing them. But before that could even sink in, a wave of arousal hit him.
Seeing his vivid reaction, Courtney didn’t hesitate. It wasn’t hard to think of more insults. She continued scribbling with the pen, marking him with playful cruelty.
On his chest, she wrote Pervert, and on the inside of each thigh, she scrawled slvt and wh*re. She defiled his imperial body with the filthiest words she knew.
Richard’s breathing grew ragged. His hips jerked slightly in response to the excitement building inside him. Courtney noticed and let out an exaggerated scoff, mocking him.
“Like it?”
Richard’s face twisted into an expression somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and his voice came out rough and cracked.
“Yes… thank you.”
Courtney, on a whim, added a little drawing on his side—a broken sword. Once a symbol for captured soldiers, it had since become slang for gig*los. Richard’s body jerked once more, clearly overwhelmed.
“Mnh—!”
It wasn’t anger—it was excitement. Evidence of this showed in the fresh bead of precxm forming at the tip of his cxck.
Courtney found the situation amusing. The words she had written, vulgar and crass, were not ones a noblewoman like herself, now the Crown Princess, would ever use. But the rough language she’d picked up from her troubled family and impoverished upbringing was now being used on her own husband.
Perhaps it was this reminder of her past that ignited a feeling so akin to anger within her. She tossed the pen aside and grabbed his rigid shxft with an aggressive hand.
“Mmmngh—!”
“You’re really enjoying being treated like a wh*re, aren’t you?”
She teased and stroked his cxck, which couldn’t even release because it was so tightly bound. Richard moaned and gasped under her rough handling, but Courtney didn’t care. She reached down with her other hand and squeezed his balls with no gentleness. His pleas poured out uncontrollably.
“Ugh—ah, Master, please. Nngh…!”
“What? You like the pain, don’t you?”
“Yes, hngh, I do. Nnngh… thank y—augh!”
Richard gripped the armrests tightly, struggling to suppress his body’s instinct to escape the pain. The muscles on his legs bulged, veins popping as his lower half trembled, causing the chair to rattle.
His swollen cxck dripped more precxm, enough to soak her hand, his balls, and even the cushion beneath him. As she continued to squeeze his balls, her hand slid lower, following the slippery trail of his fluids to a more intimate spot.
“Ahnn—! Courtney, not there…”
“Stay still.”
Her fingers brushed against his untouched entrance.
It was, in theory, a “pure” area, yet it seemed anything but. Even as she probed his anvs, Courtney thought how dirty and unfit the word “pure” was to describe it.
This wasn’t planned—it was purely impulsive. Had he not been in such a lewd position, or had she not just written “wh*re” on his skin, she might not have gone this far.
“Hnngh, ahhh…”
Richard’s reaction was intense. He hadn’t expected this at all. His rarely shown sense of shame was now fully on display. His face burned red, and he turned his head away in embarrassment. His tightly shut eyes trembled with emotion.
Courtney felt an unexpected surge of excitement. His deepest shame was now laid bare before her. The sight of Richard writhing in humiliation was so beautiful to her that it awakened a desire to dig even deeper into his psyche.
