“Yes! I was trying to make you forget I owed you money, just for a few days until I could get it.”
He set down the wand and rubbed his palm over her hot, swollen moons. Moisture leaked between her legs, making it hard to concentrate. “You were trying to make me forget and instead you turned my feet to flippers?” He allowed disbelief to seep through in his tone.
“I know it sounds impossible, but it’s true. I have no idea why your feet turned to flippers or why they won’t turn back.”
He pulled her to stand. Damn, she was cute. But he kept his frown firmly in place. “That is the dumbest story I have ever been given when collecting rent.”
She took a shuddering breath, wiped her tear-stained face, and tugged her t-shirt lower to hide her pussy. “It’s true.” Her lower lip protruded in a way that made him want to bite it. Or maybe suck it. Somehow ravish it.
He tugged her to sit on his lap, her bare ass connecting with his jean-clad thigh, her panties still around her legs. He wanted to stroke between them. Give her the relief her body clearly craved.
“I’m sorry.”
He settled for stroking her thigh. “I didn’t even know you were a witch.”
“I’m not a witch!” she exclaimed, as if offended.
“No?” He lifted her hair to peek at her dainty ears, discovering they had little points at the top. “Oh, right. Faye the Fey. I should have guessed, I suppose.” It was not the moment to tell her that her ears were cute, but he had to fight the urge to lean over and nibble at them.
As if she picked up on his train of thought, her eyes narrowed but the scent of her arousal grew stronger.
“Well, Faye… what are you going to do about my feet?”
“Just give me a day or two—I’ll get in touch with some other fairies to find out if they can help.”
“Adayor two?” he asked incredulously. “I don’t think so. I want my feet back, and I want them back now.”
She swallowed, a frustrated look screwing up her face. “Look, you saw what happened when I tried to reverse it—I just made it worse. Until I understand what went wrong, I can’t fix you. Do you really want me to keep trying? You might end up with feet the size of Pittsburg.”
He groaned. “Is this really happening?” He heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. You go pack a bag because you’re coming with me. Until my feet are restored and your rent is paid, you are officially my slave. Now go.”
She didn’t move, her mouth hanging open in shock.
The flipper thing sucked, but having a hot little fairy at his beck and call had a definite appeal.
He arched a stern brow. “Do you need another spanking? When I give an order, I expect it obeyed. Go. Now.”
She stood, but spluttered, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “You can’t—you—no! I’m not your slave! That’s not fair!”
“Fair? You want to discuss fair? Fair is paying your rent on the first of the month. Fair is keeping your magick to yourself. Fair isnotturning my feet into flippers!”
She flushed and stepped back. Reaching for her panties with one hand, she froze halfway down and returned, her chin lowered like a cowed puppy. “May I pull up my pants now?”
Something about winning her first act of submission made him go rock hard. He shifted, trying to give his cock room. “Yes, you may, Faye. If you promise to be a good girl and follow orders.”
She bent to grasp her panties.
“Promise it.” He made his voice sharp.
She stopped, her panties halfway up, her head jerking to look at him. He loved the pleading in her eyes. “I promise,” she muttered.
“You promise what?”
Part of him hoped she would refuse to say it so he could turn her back over his knee and enjoy the sight of her buns squeezing and undulating over his lap again, dancing under his hand.
“I promise to be a good girl and follow orders.”
The corners of his lips turned up. “Thank you. You may pull up your panties, Faye.”
