Act like my wife

1. Locked

"Open the door!" He ordered from inside the room.

I pushed the heavy mahogany wood, well carved as befitting a king. As I stepped into the bedroom, the scent of masculine perfume hit my nostrils most unusually.

As a girl who is no stranger to men's bedrooms, this scent caught me off guard, compared to the regular cheap cologne most guys use.

I stepped further into the dimly lit room, squinting my eyes to observe the furniture, only the large bed before me was apparent.

A figure rose from the kingsize bed. A tall silhouette of a man approached me... my heart raced as I feared for my life. I moved back subconsciously.

"Where do you think you're going!?" He barked. It was difficult to see his face, but his thick Italian accent shone through the dark.

"Uh, nowhere" I stood my ground and watched his figure come close to me.

He took a whiff of my hair. "Hmm, just as I requested"

"Pardon?" I looked up at his face which was still unclear. I presumed he didn't want his face visible which must be why he reduced the light.

"I told Chris I wanted this perfume" He answered more softly this time.

Oh, I see, no wonder Chris bought me this perfume. I knew there was a catch because that bastard would never do anything out of the goodness of his heart - if he had one.

I nodded my head in response. Time to get down to business, I placed my hands on his chest and began rubbing it. "You'll be a good boy for me tonight, won't you, baby?" I cooed.

He gripped my hands. "Don't! Listen carefully. For as long as you are here in this room, your name is Mira, are we clear?"

"Y-Yes" Damn it, Chris didn't tell me I'd be dealing with a crazy client... not like the rest weren't crazy, but this one tops the list.

"And you'll call me Bambi-"

I cracked up. "You've gotta be kidding me, Bambi?" I had to stop myself from laughing so frigging hard. It's official, this dude takes the award for the craziest of them all.

"What's so funny?" He questioned.

"Nothing" I put my foot in my mouth, figuratively of course. Wouldn't wanna annoy Mr. Crazy.

"Good, on the bed, now" He ordered.

"Yes...Bambi" I slowly made my way to the bed and lay on the semi-firm mattress. His hands caressed my waist like a pro. He positioned me on all fours, and just like that, he pulled down my panties.

"I guess foreplay isn't your thing, Bambi-" I joked.

"Shh," He scolded softly, cutting me short. His fingers played their way up to my boobs, and gently, teased my nipples. He pulled my breasts out of my tank top and played with them some more until they were firm. The way he touched my body even without entering me, made me feel a certain type of way. Like no man had made my body feel— important. He massaged my clit until I begged him to fill me up.

His warm breath tickled my nape and sent shivers down my spine. Followed by the sound of his deep voice. "I love you, Mira."

Before my brain could process those four words, a sudden movement caused me to moan. I felt his rock-hard manhood inside me from behind. I threw my head backward as my body took in something so, so out of this world. He held my chin and began pounding my core. I cried out in ecstasy. Who is this man who is more interested in pleasuring me than himself?

He continued the beautiful rhythm in and out of my G-spot until I begged for more and more. I felt the world around me disappear as he tightened his grip on my waist, increasing his motion inside my core. My fingernails tore through the bed sheets, and my words were nothing but incoherent sounds, all because of this man who had the key to my body. Together, we rode the nine clouds until we came to our destination.

I collapsed on the bed, and he lay beside me. He kissed my forehead. "How do you feel, Mira?"

Yeah, right, he thinks I'm 'Mira'. I ignored the jealous feeling deep down. "I am fine, Bambi," I purred.

If you thought the night ended there, you're dead wrong; We made love over and over again. I know that in his mind, he was making love to whoever this Mira chick was. I have met men like him before, men who want to feel loved by a certain someone. Hence, they pay me to pretend to be her. Sad, but profitable to me.

When he was done, he made me sleep in his arms. Of course, I had one eye open just to make sure.

***

The next morning, I woke up to find an empty bed. So much for sleeping with one eye open. I reprimanded myself, but in my defense, I hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while.

The sunlight invaded the room through the glass windows. Thanks to the bright light, I could finally see what the room looked like.
The bed sheets are black. A pair of monochromatic curtains hung from the bedposts, matching the drapes at the window. The room is practically empty, except for the large reading table on its left side. Right beside the bed was a nightstand with a lamp on it. There are two doors on the right, one of them leads to the bathroom, and the other, I found out to be a walk-in closet. Facing the bed was the familiar mahogany door.

I got dressed and got to the door. I pulled on the doorknob, but it didn't budge. I checked the bathroom to see if he was there, but no. I returned to the door and began to bang on it. "Please open up, I'm in here!"

No answer.

He fucking locked me inside his bedroom!!