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find it.”
    Francine nodded, keeping her eyes closed behind the black silk. The elevator slid to a stop, although she didn’t know if they’d gone up, down or sideways. From the elevator she counted thirty steps before they paused. A click made her realize they had come to a door. Led forward again a few steps, Francine felt them begin to strip her clothes. She’d been stripped and dressed by numerous people, men and women, but she’d never felt as vulnerable as she did now. This was very different! She was being stripped to be fucked by a man she didn’t know. A man she had given permission to use her sexually. She heard them move around and a door close.
    “Your clothes are in a closet in the room,” the first woman told her in that low, modulated voice they both used. “Now we will place you on the bed and cuff you as the master requested.”
    Francine nodded and managed to climb mostly on her own onto the mattress. Silk sheets? They were finer than anything she’d ever felt before, even during a trip to Japan. The women firmly but gently maneuvered her to the middle, placing her head on the pillows and spreading her hair out. Soft leather cuffs were secured around her wrists and ankles. Her arms were secured over her head just far enough apart that her thumbs brushed against each other. However, her ankles were pulled so far apart that Francine felt exposed to her core.
    She swallowed nervously. Not for the first time she wondered just what she was doing. She truly was on display for the man she had agreed to submit to. Would he be aroused when he saw her? Would he immediately fuck her? Or caress her? When he joined her… Her mind skidded to a halt. For all she knew, he’d been there the entire time since she’d been blindfolded. He could have been waiting for her as they left the elevator. He could have been watching to see her reactions, to determine how serious she was about this. He could have…
    “Good bye,” the two women whispered.
    The door opened and closed.
    For a long moment, the only sound in the room was her own panicked breathing.
    What the hell had she gotten into? She had lost her mind. That had to be it. Or maybe there’d been something in her drinks? She wasn’t used to alcohol. Maybe she’d had too much and was really in a hospital. Rose had been rushed to the hospital the previous year with food poisoning and described how horrible she’d felt after they’d pumped her stomach. Except, her body, especially her stomach and throat, didn’t hurt the way Rose had described. Crap. That left out blaming the alcohol. Maybe she was dreaming? That or insanity seemed to be her only choices. Except… Would she be having such detail in her dreams or if she was insane? Granted, Felicity had told her to dream of her deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, but her sister had never imagined her telling them to two strange men!
    She shivered as she realized everything. The cards had been real. The phone and the voice when she’d dialed had been real. She had been blindfolded, gagged, stripped and bound spread-out on display for a man she knew nothing about.
    The door opened and closed. Her heart leaped into her throat. He was here.
    Francine drew in a shaky breath as she heard his footsteps come closer. They stopped and she realized he was at the side of the bed, looking down at her. The silence seemed to last for hours. What was he thinking? Was he going to stare at her all day or what? She heard a whisper of material. The mattress dipped under his weight and the gag was removed. He smelled of subtle musk and pine. A large hand covered her mouth. The palm was slightly callused.
    “Do not speak.” The hand shifted and his thumb pressed against her lips.
    She nodded.
    “My sex slave. The sexiest, most sought after woman on the planet is my personal sex toy for twenty-four hours,” came the deep voice. Sliding inside her mouth, he stroked his thumb in and out. “Every man’s fantasy is