Would she? It was a gamble, and he didn't really think her evasive answers were really brattiness, just confusion. However, a straightforward I do not understand, or I do not know would have been preferable to the snide, who knows, who would, and, er you what? But at least it meant he got to play. A little of his dominant self on show wouldn't come amiss. He'd been so vanilla over the last few days, he almost asked her if she wanted a cornet or a tub. Seonagh glanced up at him confusion in her expression. "Crawl as in how? Where? Why? Sir." "On all fours, like the kitten I say you are. You may also purr, but sheath the claws. Or I might take it upon me to sheath them for you." The look of astonishment, the way her eyes widened and her breath sped up was satisfying. "Into the house." He judged it was around ten yards and all on grass. As he often said, he might be a sadist, but he wasn't cruel. Gravel or concrete would give unnecessary pain. "Why? Because I want to see you on all fours, your ass wiggle and your tits jiggle as you move." He didn't add, as he wanted to, and 'once inside I'll have that skirt off and your ass and cunt bare to my sight as soon as I can'.
