In the Doghouse - Chapter 94
This time, Richard’s reaction was more intense. His eyes, hidden beneath his closed eyelids, rolled back, and his neck began to convulse wildly.
Alarmed, Courtney slapped his cheeks sharply.
“Richard! Snap out of it!”
This time, he didn’t come back to his senses immediately. His unfocused eyes stared blankly at her, and his chest and waist heaved uncontrollably. Courtney, sitting atop him, nearly toppled over backward.
Fortunately, even in his dazed state, Richard managed to grip her waist firmly, preventing her from falling. Flustered, Courtney continuously rubbed his forehead and cheeks with her palms.
“Richard. Can you hear me?”
“Huu, yes…”
Richard replied with difficulty, blinking rapidly as if to shake himself back to reality. The blurry, concerned face of Courtney came into view, but black spots still danced across his vision from the lingering effects. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the fogginess that still clung to him.
Though he was coming back to reality, the overwhelming pleasure he had just experienced hadn’t entirely dissipated. He half-closed his eyes and nuzzled into her hand, rubbing his face against her palm.
“Ah… Courtney…”
Courtney couldn’t speak for a moment. She found herself unable to look away from him as he gasped for breath, shaking his head side to side, releasing hot, labored breaths.
She swallowed hard, a knot forming in her throat.
If she pushed him further, just how far would he fall? How much more could he unravel?
The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. She felt as though she was the one standing on the edge, ready to lose control.
At last, she managed to force the words out of her mouth.
“We’ll stop here for today… I don’t think we should go any further.”
“Yes… Ah… It was… really, so good.”
Richard accepted her decision without protest.
Had he been fully in his right mind, he might have noticed the odd tone in her voice and pushed her for more. But unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—he was still lost in a half-dreamlike state, and besides, he had already experienced enough to satisfy part of his fantasy.
Richard’s hazy eyes remained fixed on her. His limbs felt heavy with exhaustion, but the blood coursing through his veins burned with intensity. Despite the fatigue weighing him down, he couldn’t just lie there idly. Propping himself up uncomfortably, he spoke.
“Then, may I… serve you now?”
“You seem too tired for that…”
Courtney scanned him with a wary gaze. Though she was feeling more than a little turned on, Richard clearly didn’t realize how drained he looked. He resembled Frederick after pulling two all-nighters at the gambling tables—completely worn out.
“I’m fine. Please…”
With his pleading tone, Courtney couldn’t help but shrug lightly. Richard begging in this manner was proof of his arousal. His still-hard lower body was further evidence. Well, if he insists, it’s not exactly a loss for me, she thought. Finally, she nodded.
“Go ahead, then.”
“Thank you.”
A flicker of color returned to Richard’s face, as serving her was just as enjoyable for him as being dominated.
They switched positions, and Richard began undressing her, starting with her robe. Courtney lay back comfortably, watching as more and more of his well-built body was revealed with each layer he shed.
His physique was imposing, muscular to the point of being almost threatening. Yet, here was this powerful, beautiful man, always crawling like a beast at her feet, handing her the leash, and today, he had even surrendered his most vulnerable point to her.
Feeling a strange thrill, Courtney stretched out her foot and grazed it along his bare chest. As expected, Richard obediently presented himself for her enjoyment. She continued to play with him using her foot and spoke casually.
“Did you… used to choke yourself when you… you know, did it alone?”
Her question referred to the filthy confessions he had made in his past written reflections. She recalled the term ‘autoerxtic asphyxiation’ being mentioned back then, though she hadn’t really understood what it meant at the time. She never imagined he’d engage in such dangerous acts.
Richard respectfully cupped her foot in his hands, kissing her toes gently before replying.
“It’s difficult to choke yourself to the point of passing out.”
“But you tried it?”
“Well… in a different way…”
Sensing her disapproval, Richard trailed off. The method he had used alone was far more reckless and dangerous. When you strangle yourself, your grip loosens as your consciousness fades, so tools had to be involved. If things had gone wrong, he might have gone down in history as the most shamefully deceased Crown Prince.
Courtney, her expression one of resigned exasperation, spoke in a chastising tone.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to do anything like that without my permission.”
“Of course. I promise.”
He responded without a moment’s hesitation. Now that he had finally found his master, he had no reason to focus on such foolish things anymore. His body, his very breath, every strand of his hair—everything belonged to her now, whether she fully realized it or not.
