In the Doghouse - Chapter 75
However, even though Richard tried to control himself, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting.
The sharp, teetering pleasure that made him feel like he might explode at the slightest touch continued to dominate both his mind and body. His cxck, untouched and aching, constantly leaked thin liquid, soaking his underwear and trousers.
“Haa, Richard, now…”
Courtney’s voice was thick with a tantalizing pleasure. Once again, Richard eagerly complied with her request. He untied the small knots on either side of her hips, letting the damp panties slip helplessly down. He fully removed them and stuffed them into his pocket.
Her dripping, flushed s-x glistened in front of him, looking utterly irresistible. He dove in, devouring the exquisite dessert prepared just for him with a deep, satisfying lick.
“Haah—!”
Courtney’s back arched violently. The chair nearly tipped over, but Richard’s firm grip prevented any accidents.
With her hips now pushed forward, her entrance was pressed even more into his face. Her trembling thighs shook as she opened up to him further. Richard parted her hot folds and plunged his tongue deep into her.
“Mmm, ahh…”
Courtney grasped his hair, shaking his head roughly as her body reacted to his touch. The rough handling only excited him further. Richard, like the loyal toy he was, followed through with his task.
He opened his mouth wide, sucking in the soft flesh of her s-x and licking her from bottom to top like a hungry dog. He rubbed her clxt with his nose and blew hot air into her pulsing entrance, causing a slick stream of her essence to leak out. He lapped it up greedily, savoring every drop.
Serving her brought him as much pleasure as receiving it. Richard didn’t care that his once-neat hair was now a mess or that his face was covered in her slick juices.
As he continued to worship her, Courtney’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Richard pushed his tongue in further, deeper, until it reached the very back of her passage. And just as he did, she released a flood of arousal, her body wracked by a shuddering climax.
“Haahng…!”
Courtney slumped back into her chair, her body spent from the intense orgxsm. While she caught her breath, Richard diligently cleaned her up with his tongue, licking her until every last drop was gone. The fact that he was sitting in his own soiled pants, completely ignored, didn’t even register in his mind.
Panting from her high, Courtney’s voice came out as a strained command.
“Enough.”
Richard regretfully withdrew, licking his lips one last time before neatly rearranging her skirt. He crawled out from under the table, looking thoroughly disheveled. His hair was a mess, his eyes unfocused, and his face gleamed with her juices.
In his hand, he held the spoon. Seeing it, Courtney couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“Well done.”
Courtney, now lounging comfortably, handed him a napkin. Her satisfied expression and praise made Richard’s chest swell with pride. If he were a real dog, he would have gladly stayed at her feet all day long. But that wasn’t his reality, much to his disappointment.
As he wiped his face clean, Courtney glanced at his crotch. His pants bulged noticeably, and a round damp spot had formed where the tip of his still-hard cxck pressed against the fabric.
Even though he had been under the table, there was no sign he had touched himself. For someone who was so easily aroused, he adhered to her commands with incredible discipline. That alone pleased her deeply. After all, if you’re going to raise a pet, it’s best to have one well-bred and well-trained.
But still, she missed seeing him fall apart, to watch him unravel. And she had already devised a plan for that.
As she fixed his hair, Courtney spoke again.
“I think it’s about time for your reward…”
Richard’s dazed eyes sparkled with hope. His blue eyes, so open in their desire, looked almost innocent. Courtney let out a soft, amused snort as she straightened his clothes as well.
Richard licked his lips, tasting her once again. His voice was husky, barely above a whisper.
“…Thank you.”
“I’m attending a tea party tomorrow, so you’ll need to behave until then. If you do, I’ll give you your reward tomorrow night. Understood?”
“Yes, I understand.”
Richard nodded eagerly. As Courtney stood up, he pulled out her chair and straightened her wrinkled skirt.
However, there was a round wet spot left on the seat where she had been sitting. Without hesitation, Richard grabbed the remaining pudding and spilled it onto the cushion to cover the evidence. No one but him would ever see or smell her scent.
The two of them left the dining room and headed off to their respective offices, parting ways as if nothing unusual had happened.
The servants had no idea what had transpired during the leisurely meal, nor did they notice that the Crown Princess wasn’t wearing any underwear—and that her soaked panties were tucked away in the Crown Prince’s pocket.
