[Cu, you need to stop liking good girls when they're bad. Although, she could say, it's because he encourages it. Just seeing him like this, seeing every reaction. She can't help but feel a lot more hotter inside. The idea of keeping control grows with each minute.

Ah, it suits him so well. A picture perfect look of a man in a collar, quivering under her boot. And still with his eyes burning. Neither of them should be playing with fire.]

Dog...?

[She knows he doesn't take to being called a dog well all of the time. But, he said it first, yo.]

I suppose so. I reward good dogs, but bad feral dogs need to be bound up. [She's running her finger along over his collar. She leans down, her body arched in an easy curve, pressing her lips to his ear, nuzzling him like he's her affectionate pet.

And in a low whisper.] I could muzzle you up, push you down, and take you from behind.