Evans Chapter One “Down on your belly!” Edna demanded, snapping her whip with a practiced flick of the wrist and doing her best to pretend she wasn’t way out of her league. “Make me.” The man who knelt before her almost whispered the words, but that didn’t make them any less menacing. Even at a low volume his voice was a daunting entity that smoothed over her skin and made her shiver. The voice alone would have been enough to make her sweat this job, even if the rest of him wasn’t completely intimidating. Which he was, every enormous inch, from his bald head to the tips of his toes. Sweat rolled off his bare shoulders—his broad, muscled and extremely dominant— looking shoulders. They were deltoids that never should have seen the inside of a BDSM club, at least not from the submissive side of the fence. He looked powerful enough to pick her up and snap her spine like a twig, and mean enough to enjoy doing it. Edna swallowed hard and tried to remember that domination was at least seventy-five percent mental.
