She didn’t know what she has been expecting, but he wasn’t it. He was tall for one thing. Taller than her, despite the four-inch, thigh-high boots she was wearing. Broad shoulders strained the fabric of his well-tailored suit and direct blue eyes stared at her through the eye holes of the mask. The man smiled, revealing white, even teeth. He didn’t look like a man that wanted to be dominated. Of course, you couldn’t judge by appearances in this case, Chloe reminded herself. After all, she herself looked like a dominatrix, but nothing could be further from the truth. “Mistress Sensua?” The man’s voice was a deep rumble, coming from the bottom of his chest that Chloe could feel in her bones. “Mistress?” he said again, taking another step forward. Chloe stumbled backwards a step before she remembered she was supposed to be in charge of this situation. Mistress Sensua—that’s me! She had never felt less in charge of anything in her whole life—including herself. How was she supposed to handle this?
