In the Doghouse - Chapter 84
Richard stretched his wrist muscles once before putting them back behind his back.
Anton reluctantly grabbed the rope. The cotton rope, made from twisted thread, was soft yet durable. While Anton was well aware of the Crown Prince’s peculiar s-xual preferences, tying him up with his own hands felt undeniably strange. He couldn’t comprehend how this sort of thing could possibly excite anyone.
As the ever-loyal aide firmly bound Richard’s wrists, the Crown Prince gestured upward with his chin. Anton replaced the blindfold over his eyes and quietly left the room.
Richard flopped back onto the bed.
“The Harvest Festival…”
In the past, he had only ever thought of it as an annoying event. He didn’t want Courtney running around busily preparing for something so trivial. But the thought of attending the banquet with her now brought a sense of anticipation. There hadn’t been an opportunity to attend a formal event together before.
The idea of publicly displaying their affection, dancing closely together, and spending intimate moments on the terrace was exciting. Just imagining it made his body heat up again.
Anton had poured all his pent-up frustration into tying his wrists tightly, leaving Richard’s hands tingling. He fervently rubbed his body against the sheets again, eagerly hoping Courtney wouldn’t take too long to return.
Due to the overly pleasant atmosphere, the tea party lasted longer than expected. The sky had turned a deep red, signaling the approach of sunset.
The women, their curiosities about the Crown Princess thoroughly satisfied, left the palace laughing and chatting. Courtney handed the cleanup duties to Madam Berricker and returned directly to the palace.
She headed straight to her bedroom, still in the same clothes from the tea party. There was no time for wardrobe changes. What had been meant as a playful prank had ended up keeping Richard tied up far too long.
Courtney flung the bedroom door open.
“Rich—!”
But she lost her words instantly. The air was heavy with a thick, musky smell of male sweat, causing her to wrinkle her nose instinctively.
“C-Courtney?”
Richard, lying on his side, lifted his head. His appearance was an even bigger mess than the overpowering smell filling the room. Despite the cool weather outside, his hair was drenched with sweat, and his clothes were wrinkled and disheveled.
It seemed like the time spent bound had been rather difficult for him, but looking at his body, it was clear that wasn’t the case. His skin was streaked with dried sxmxn, and his still-rigid, dripping erxctixn said it all.
Courtney’s face twisted in irritation. She had rushed over, worried about this pervert, but it was clear he had been thoroughly enjoying himself.
Any faint guilt she’d felt evaporated like a wisp of smoke. Without a word, she closed the door behind her and approached the bed.
“Courtney? W-Who is it…?”
As she approached, Richard’s brow furrowed under the blindfold. He seemed unsure if it was really her, yet his hips were subtly rocking back and forth, as if expecting more stimulation. Like a depraved, shameless mutt.
Courtney thought bitterly as she forcefully shoved him onto his back.
“Who’s there? Go away!”
Richard writhed helplessly, bound hand and foot, half-naked and struggling in vain. Despite his large frame, he was utterly powerless at the moment. It was enough to stir anyone’s sadistic tendencies.
Courtney thought that anyone with eyes would feel the same. Without hesitation, she climbed onto his thick thighs and grabbed his stiff member. She yanked it roughly, punishing the arrogant organ that dared to stand tall despite not knowing whose touch it was.
“Hah, ngh—!”
Richard bucked his hips, moaning loudly. He didn’t even know who was touching him, yet he was already leaking like a broken faucet. Courtney’s irritation grew, and she moved her hand even more harshly.
Contrary to what she thought, Richard had known from the moment the door opened that it was Courtney. He could distinguish her from others by her presence, footsteps, and scent alone.
But he pretended not to know on purpose, curious to see how she would react. Maybe she’d scold him for wagging his tail at just anyone. Maybe, if she got angry, she’d treat him even rougher than usual. It was a hope he held onto.
“Hah… please, stop…”
Richard exaggerated his moans, tossing his head from side to side in what appeared to be defiance. It wasn’t entirely an act—her rough handling was sending his heart racing, almost to the point of bursting. Imagining the expression she might be wearing while looking down at him only made his arousal worse.
As expected, Courtney was far from pleased. She had always thought of him as a hopeless pervert, but at least she believed he had some sense of loyalty. The idea that it could’ve been anyone—be it a maid or a servant—who walked in and started touching him made her blood boil.
Filled with disgust, she gripped his cxck even more fiercely, moving her hand up and down rapidly. Each time, her hand struck against his balls with a harsh smack. She even scratched at the base of his cxck with her nails, punishing the shameless organ that kept leaking precxm.
The violent treatment made Richard shudder in both pain and pleasure. He had already come several times that day, but the overwhelming sensations made him feel like he could climax again at any moment. Yet even he had limits.
