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    By
    DelVita C. Ahmed
     
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    © 2013 by DelVita C. Ahmed
     
    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events, or locales, is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
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    I feel myself waking up, but everything is black all around me, like my head is covered with a hood. I can see nothing, and I can only hear voices around me… men’s voices. It sounds as though I am being auctioned off to someone, but to who? All I know is that I was in bed sleeping one night, and the next thing I remember is being here, like this, in complete darkness. There is a draft; am I even dressed? There is a man with a kind, sweet voice talking now, and he makes the highest bid for me...

I guess I am going home with him. He can't be that nice if he is 'buying' a woman...or can he? I am wondering many things about this man. I can even smell his cologne. I can tell that he is royalty as his scent is very regal and beautiful. There is not another smell like his; I know this. I am being picked up and stood on my feet, and walked to somewhere, and I can tell that it is the wonderful-smelling man who 'bought' me that is leading me away with him...I wonder what is in his mind...

I am still wearing the hood, can't see a thing, but now I am being helped into a car...I am a little scared now, but a little anxious and excited as well. I should be scared to death, but he has not said anything to me to make me afraid. Well, he has not said one word to me, actually. I am slid over to the far side of the car, which I am guessing is a limo, because it feels roomy. The nice-smelling gentleman slides into the car on the seat next to me. This I know because I can feel his presence.

The car is driving away with us now. Why won't he remove this hood from my face and head? I would like to see him. Then, suddenly, I feel him touch my thigh, and slide his hand up ever so slowly, and I feel his lips close to my right ear, and I feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. Under the hood, I shudder with lust and passion, but why? I don't know this man! I close my eyes, and I say to him almost in a whisper, "Please...speak to me. Why this silence"? He pauses for a few seconds and then he says to me in a breathless, sexy whisper, "Because I know you want me to, and if I don't, you will desire me, even simply the sound of my voice. I have been reading what you write in your forum, and I had to have the woman responsible for those writings...I (kiss)...had (kiss)...to have (kiss)...you..."

Now, I am shocked. I cannot make out this man's voice because he is whispering, but God, I wanted him so bad! My hands are tied in front of me though, so I can't remove this hood or touch him. Whatever I am wearing, I can feel it falling away from my shoulders, with some help, of course, from the lovely subtle, mysterious gentleman next to me. He is kissing my shoulders. (God! His lips are so soft). He is running his hand still further up my thigh, and then I feel him run his hand up between my legs...he takes his other hand and forces my legs apart, touching my wetness, even playing in it with his fingers, and I can feel him smiling, enjoying the hot, sticky, wet flood that he is causing. With one hand, he teases me, running his fingers along the lips of my pussy, careful to avoid the opening itself, but hinting at touching me…there. I bite my lip, trying to avoid moaning where he can hear me, but he picks up on this, and whispers, "Vee....it won't work. Just let yourself go when I touch you...you can't resist me." Whimpering, I say, "Ohhh... well, it depends on WHO you are...Who are you"?
    " I think you know...WHO I am", he says. Lightly fingering me, he plunges his finger into me, deep, and I scream, "Ohhhh, Michael!!!"
    "I told you that you