In the Doghouse - Chapter 72
Gig*los didn’t just service women. Many noblemen had rumors circulating about their love for men. Courtney didn’t have the equipment to penetrate his rear, but for the first time, she understood what might drive those desires.
Her lips felt parched, as if they were burning. Courtney ran her tongue over them to moisten them before speaking.
“Do you want to, or do you not?”
Richard couldn’t answer Courtney’s question immediately. In truth, he had been hoping for this moment—or even more.
He had been preparing himself every day, keeping himself meticulously clean with the intention of offering himself to her one day.
But there was still a gap between fantasy and reality. After all, she was his first in every way.
But Courtney, already aroused, didn’t give him any mercy. A single finger, which had been teasing his entrance, slid inside without warning.
“Ahnngh!”
“When I ask you something, you need to answer.”
“I-I, mmh, wa, nt it.”
“That’s right. Like the horny mutt you are, it should feel good, right?”
She twisted her finger inside him, swirling it as if to explore his depths. It wasn’t a deep penetration, but it was enough to make Richard whimper. The shock of having a new, unexplored territory invaded was more overwhelming than the physical sensation.
Courtney felt a wave of excitement so strong it made her head buzz. Richard’s entrance was incredibly warm and tight. She wanted to push deeper, but the tight muscles pushed back against her finger, resisting her intrusion. More than anything, his reaction, utterly surrendering to her from just one finger, was intoxicating.
All her life, Courtney had heard that s-x was something a man imposed on a woman. A wife’s duty was to offer her body, whether she liked it or not, whenever her husband desired.
If that were truly the case, then Richard was the perfect example of an obedient wife.
Every time his tight entrance clenched around her finger, Courtney’s own body responded, her inner muscles contracting in sympathy. Her underwear was already soaked. She couldn’t help the heated sighs that escaped her lips.
“Hah—”
She had to have him. Now.
Courtney withdrew her finger and stood up. Richard, his eyes tightly shut, barely opened them, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Get down.”
Richard rolled off the chair and lay flat on the floor. He already knew what was coming next, just from the look on her face.
Courtney slipped her hand under her nightgown and removed her panties. Straddling his stomach, her wet s-x parted with a lewd sound. Richard’s eyes were drawn to the sight of her glistening, flushed flesh, and he inhaled sharply.
“You can’t finish too quickly, like last time.”
“Yes… Nngh…”
“Remove the rings—all of them.”
Richard reached down for his cxck first. His hands trembled violently from the effort of holding back his release, but he managed to fumble the ring loose.
Next was the nxxple ring. His nxxples were still swollen and puffy from being bound so tightly. Courtney smirked as she lightly toyed with one of them.
“Hnnh—!”
“At this rate, you might start producing milk.”
It would be amusing if he started squirting milk, but for now, the real prize was below.
Courtney grabbed his shxft and positioned herself. She was desperate to devour all of him—his beautiful body, his perverse mind, everything.
As the tip of his cxck brushed against her entrance, his throat bobbed in anticipation. Without giving him time to adjust, she sank down onto him.
“Hnnngh—!”
“Mnnhhh!”
Richard bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from climaxing immediately. He couldn’t help but thrash underneath her, overwhelmed by the scorching heat inside her.
Courtney wasted no time, rocking her hips immediately. Just the act of tormenting him excited her so much that her inner walls were already relaxed and eager to take him. Unlike the first time, there was no pain in the penetration.
“Which do you prefer—being taken or doing the taking?”
“Both… hnngh… as long as it’s, haa, what Master desires…”
That was the answer she had wanted. As a reward, she pinched both of his swollen nxxples hard, causing Richard to throw his head back with a moan. His entire body flushed, his mouth hanging open as drool dripped from the corners of his lips.
Courtney rode him harder, slamming down onto him with all her weight.
“Hah—!”
Physical pleasure mixed with an overwhelming sense of mental satisfaction. She had complete control over him, and the sweet feeling of dominance wrapped her like a warm blanket. The only issue was her stamina.
“Mmngh, move.”
She commanded, slapping his chest. Richard let out a pained groan, his already sensitive nxxples stinging from the strike.
“Ngh, yes!”
“You’re not allowed to finish, no matter what.”
Courtney leaned back, bracing her hands on his knees.
Richard, carrying her weight, began thrusting up into her wildly. His face contorted with the effort of holding back his release, his fists clenched tightly enough that his nails dug into his palms.
His mind was blank, his only thoughts focused on the pleasure and the need to restrain himself. Every time he slammed into her molten heat, his body involuntarily reacted, his rear clenching and unclenching.
Courtney let out a scream of ecstasy, her voice ringing out like the cry of a woman who had finally found her true desires.
The sight of the man beneath her, utterly wrecked and broken, made her confront her own hidden wants.
She hadn’t chosen a life of being stepped on and belittled—no, that had been forced upon her. Now, she was throwing off those shackles, taking control, and reveling in a freedom she had never known.
Dominance and submission.
They were each finding their true place in this relationship.
