The only response she got was a pair of pointedly raised eyebrows, the eyes beneath them steely and determined. Masterful.
In spite of herself, Patricia’s knees began bending, and she felt a little bit like Alice, watching the world around her grow massive as she shrunk. Only she wasn’t shrinking, just dropping to the mercifully thick carpet, then looking up at Renee, wide-eyed.
“Good girl.”
Christ, the pixie’s words and tone made it sound as though she was talking to a dog, not a person. Patricia should have been outraged, but in a bizarre twist of fate, her arousal grew. As did her need to please Renee. She didn’t know where it had come from, or why, just that it existed.
“You up for some fun, Patricia?” Renee stood, hands on hips, sassy as you like and waiting for a response.
Patri
