In the Doghouse - Chapter 80
“Woof!”
The barking sounds were becoming more convincing. Richard began crawling slowly toward the far left end of the hallway, just as she had pointed. He moved sluggishly, pushing himself forward with calloused palms and sturdy knees.
The soft carpet spread across the entire hallway ensured that his skin wouldn’t be harmed, but the short bristles tickling his skin constantly reminded him of what he was doing.
The limp fur of the tail brushed against his thighs, and the foreign sensation in his rear only heightened as he became more aware of it. Up until now, the thrill of transgression had overshadowed everything, but as he focused on it, his anvs instinctively tightened.
“Huht, haa…”
Still, he didn’t stop. He could feel Courtney’s gaze on him from behind, her eyes following every movement as he crawled along the floor, completely unaware of his own shame. His trembling backside was surely being observed closely, and strangely, that only spurred him on.
What kind of expression did she have right now? Contempt? Amusxmxnt? Arousal? He didn’t care which—they all fueled him. Droplets of clear fluid formed at the tip of his cxck and dripped onto the floor.
Finally, he reached the end of the hallway, which had felt agonizingly far. Like a dog, Richard sat on his haunches and stared at the dimly lit stairs below. Just imagining ascending those steps made his head spin. Still, if Courtney commanded him, he knew he would do it without hesitation. He looked up at her with dazed eyes.
“You did well.”
That scenario didn’t come to pass. Courtney patted his head once, tugging the leash to lead him in the opposite direction. He couldn’t tell if he felt relieved or disappointed.
Despite being pulled by the leash, Richard took a moment to observe her. A faint blush had appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes had darkened to a deep green. He knew exactly what that shadow in her eyes meant by now.
She was excited—s-xually, and in a sadistic way.
An overwhelming wave of arousal surged through him. He wanted to roll onto his back like a dog, wagging his cxck and begging her to degrade him more. But he couldn’t. There was a fine line between being humiliated and being hated.
Richard allowed her to turn him around, and he resumed crawling down the empty hallway. Unlike before, his legs were trembling pathetically, slowing his pace considerably.
Her voice reached him from behind.
“Sasha, do you need to pee?”
Could she actually be planning to make him relieve himself here? His heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
But it wasn’t as if he had a choice. He let out a high-pitched whining sound as best he could. With only dog noises allowed, it was up to her how to interpret his response.
Courtney swiftly changed her question.
“Or are you just in heat?”
“Arf, arf!”
Richard barked in agreement, feeling a mixture of disappointment and dread. He was disappointed that she wasn’t pushing him further, and terrified by the fact that he actually wanted her to. How far did he want to fall? He couldn’t even fathom the depth of the abyss he was longing for.
Courtney’s voice took on a harder edge as she continued.
“Then let’s hurry. Even a dog knows better than to piss anywhere.”
Richard wanted to glance back at her but instead sped up his crawling pace. She must think he was anxious about someone walking in on them.
He was completely wrong. Although she tried not to show it, Courtney was extremely anxious herself. It was Richard who was naked and crawling through the hallway, but her own heart was racing, her palms tingling.
Every time she saw his bare a-s and that wagging tail, an uncontrollable, destructive urge welled up inside her.
She wanted to find any excuse to torment him. It felt as though someone else was controlling her thoughts.
Her boiling frustration finally exploded just two steps away from the bedroom.
“Richard.”
“Woof!”
He almost responded in his real voice, startled by hearing his name spoken so suddenly. He mentally congratulated himself for reacting correctly, but in the next moment, the leash was yanked harshly upward. His throat tightened, and instead of resisting, he allowed his body to follow the pull, lifting his upper body.
Courtney’s face, now just inches from his, was cold and impassive. The icy gaze she leveled at him made him freeze in place. In that fleeting moment, countless thoughts raced through his mind.
Had he made a mistake? Was what he found enjoyable completely revolting to her? What if she suddenly decided she couldn’t stand this anymore and cast him aside? The anxiety he had been suppressing swelled up inside him.
Because of that, he couldn’t resist even her feeble strength. Her hands easily pushed him back until his bare skin hit the cold wall. She stared at him, her expression still chilly, and he panicked, stumbling over his words.
“Cour… Mmngh!”
Before he could say more, three slender fingers jammed into his mouth. At the same time, her other hand grabbed his txstxcles, squeezing them hard. He nearly shoved her away in shock but restrained himself, clenching his fists so tightly they ached.
Her fingers in his mouth moved mercilessly, pressing down on his tongue and jabbing at his throat. His body heaved, trying to gag, but she didn’t relent. She thrust her fingers in and out of his mouth like a piston, not caring about the way his body was convulsing.
Her hand on his balls was just as brutal. The skin of her hand was soft, but the way she twisted and squeezed was anything but. She kneaded his most vulnerable spot without the slightest care, as if she was ready to crush him.
And yet, her gaze remained fixed on his face. She took in the blue eyes welling with tears, the lips parted helplessly as saliva dripped from them. Observing everything, she spoke in a calm voice.
“Didn’t I tell you not to act human? Don’t talk like one.”
