In the Doghouse - Chapter 81
Despite her rough actions, Courtney’s voice was unnervingly gentle, as if scolding a misbehaving pet. Her green eyes, which appeared cold at first glance, had dark pupils that seemed to hold unfathomable depth.
It was then that Richard realized their game wasn’t over. In fact, it had merely advanced to the next stage. He was, of course, still her dog.
He needed to beg for forgiveness, but his mouth was blocked, and even if it wasn’t, speaking was not allowed. He had no way of expressing his thoughts. Desperate, Richard licked her fingers that were stuffed into his mouth, like a dog trying to earn affection.
Courtney’s indifferent expression softened. Seeing her pleased, Richard worked his tongue even harder, flicking it eagerly over her fingers. The corner of her mouth curled into a slight smile, pure amusxmxnt glimmering in her eyes. Richard’s eyes followed, his tears tracing long lines down his cheeks.
“Haa─.”
With a contented sigh, she withdrew her hand. Richard’s tongue followed, licking the tips of her fingers until they were completely out of his mouth.
She also released her grip on his txstxcles. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch. Despite everything she had put him through, his cxck was still rock-hard. It was almost absurd—like a dog in heat. She wasn’t sure whether to find it impressive or ridiculous, and a laugh bubbled up inside her.
Richard stood quietly, leaning against the wall, unsure of what Courtney would do next. His eyes were docile, almost stupid, as if his role in this game had reduced his intelligence to that of a simple animal. Courtney chuckled again, lifting the front of her dress.
As her bare leg was revealed, Richard barked urgently.
“Woof, woof!”
He gestured around with his head, glancing nervously. They were still in the hallway. If someone saw them, it wouldn’t just be his reputation on the line—Courtney’s would be ruined as well.
But his half-hearted resistance was swiftly crushed by a single sentence from Courtney.
“Sasha, shut up and keep your dxck hard.”
Richard’s words died in his throat. Courtney undid the knot of her underwear, revealing her already soaking wet s-x. Sticky juices dripped down, trailing between her thighs.
Richard stared blankly at her exposed flesh. For all the filth that filled his mind, he still tried to act rational. With a scoff, Courtney balled up her wet underwear and shoved it into his mouth.
Her entire body throbbed with excitement, from her lower abdomen to deep within her belly. She grabbed his shoulders, lifting one leg like a dog relieving itself. Richard quickly adjusted, holding her leg up with his arms to support her.
Courtney grabbed his cxck with one hand, aligning its tip with her entrance. His handsome face, twisted with lust and anticipation, was a sight to behold. With his mouth stuffed and his back against the wall, it almost felt like she was the one taking advantage of him. She let her body sink down onto him.
“Hnggh…!”
The position allowed for a much deeper penetration than usual. Even in her heightened state of arousal, the sensation was overwhelming, as if her body was being split in two. His cxck pressed against a barrier deep inside her, but the fullness left her utterly satisfied.
Clinging to his shoulders, she began to rock her hips shallowly. Richard braced her, making sure she didn’t fall backward.
The thick, veined shxft scratched every itchy part of her inner walls, and moans spilled from Courtney’s lips, unfiltered.
“Hah, so good, ah…”
She was more honest with her pleasure than ever before, and every time she let out a moan, Richard’s breath caught in his throat. Her movements were subtle, like the gentle sway of a branch in the wind, but they heightened his sensitivity. He could feel every inch of her tight inner walls clenching around him, vividly aware of the way her flesh gripped his cxck.
Courtney pressed her clothed chest against his bare torso, rubbing herself against him. Richard, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the cleavage peeking out from her low neckline, was holding onto the last shred of his sanity.
“I’m getting tired… let me lean on you.”
When they switched positions, he nearly lost control, just like on their wedding night. But the tail dangling between his legs reminded him of his place.
A dog that bares its teeth at its master is useless. All it should do is wag its tail and obey.
“Haa… now, move.”
Leaning against the wall made her feel more at ease. She draped her arms around his neck. They weren’t two people having s-x in the hallway—this was more like mating, like animals.
Richard’s body trembled as he started thrusting hard. His muffled growls rumbled in his throat as he held back his moans. Courtney buried her face in his neck, her own cries of pleasure spilling out.
Every sensation was terrifyingly vivid. The feeling of her stretched, pulsating entrance, the way her inner walls dragged against his cxck. Every deep thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, shaking her to her core. Her slick juices dripped down her thighs, pooling on the floor.
Though breathing heavily, Richard moved in sync with her, focusing solely on matching her rhythm.
“Nngh, ugh, hnnng!”
“Harder…!”
Courtney trembled violently, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Over her shoulder, she could see the golden tail swaying with each thrust. Perhaps she should give him ears next time.
Raising a dog was proving to be quite an enjoyable experience.
