Chapter 5: Daddy's Baby

“Where are we going, Master?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“We’re going for a breakfast meeting, and I had to bring my wife with me in order to get a contract,” he said calmly. “So you will act as my wife.”

“Your wife?” I repeated, the words leaving my lips before I could stop them. My gaze dropped immediately to the floor, my fingers twisting nervously together. “I… I do not… I dare not do that,” I said quietly.

“I’m asking you? No. I’m not even asking you,” he replied coldly. “I’m commanding you.”

My chest tightened at his words, and I swallowed nervously.

“No, Master… that place isn’t for me,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.

“Of course it isn’t for you,” he sighed deeply. “I should have just payed an actress,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m not going to repeat myself, get dressed. Now.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied softly as he walked out of the room.

My shoulders slumped the moment the door closed behind him.

“Master wants me to act as his wife.” I whispered to myself in disbelief. My heart pounded anxiously in my chest. “This is the craziest thing that has ever happened,” I murmured, still trying to process it.

A knock sounded softly on the door before it opened.

Two maids walked into my room carrying a skimpy short gown. My eyes widened immediately when I saw it laid out on the sofa.

“This is too short,” I said quickly, shaking my head as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I can’t wear this.”

“Master said this is correct,” one of the maids replied calmly. “You should wear it or you’re going to get beaten.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine at her words, the maids helped me put it on. The thin fabric clung to my body, they dragged me toward the dressing table and began working quickly.

One of them combed my hair and twisted it into a neat bun while the other applied bright red lipstick onto my lips. The bold color felt foreign on my face.

When they finished, they stepped back to admire their work.

My feet felt weak beneath me as I stood there.

The door creaked open suddenly and master stepped inside, my eyes slowly lifted to meet his.

“Perfect,” he said.

His face brightened with a pleased smile as he looked me over from head to toe.

“You may leave,” Master said to the maids.

They hurriedly bowed and left the room.

“You look like someone… not like the cunt you are,” he said coldly.

My breath caught in my throat as the insult stung deeply.

Before I could react, he reached forward and pulled my short gown up slightly, adjusting it as if examining it.

“Let’s go,” he said simply.

He turned and walked out of the room.

I followed him slowly, my heart still pounding loudly in my chest. Each step felt heavier than the last.

We walked through the long hall as the maids stared quietly at me. I could feel their eyes on me, and it made my skin crawl with embarrassment.

We walked out of the mansion and entered into one of the cars waiting outside.

He sat beside me, I kept looking at him from the corner of my eyes.He was so calm, he looked like an angel. No one would have thought that he was a monster.

Before I knew it, we had arrived in front of a big hall. The buildings were beautifully decorated.

Master stepped out of the car and walked into the building, packed with other cars.

“Let me help you down,” he said as he took my gown and helped me step out of the car.

My eyes widened slightly in surprise at the unexpected gesture. I didn’t know what was happening.

He held my arm gently as we walked toward the hall. The outside of the building was beautifully decorated, lights shining softly along the entrance.

My heart beat a little faster as we walked inside.

The hall was large and elegant, filled with well-dressed people sitting at different tables.

We walked forward until we reached a table surrounded by several men.

“Mr. Enzo is here,” one of the men said as he quickly stood up to shake his hand.

Enzo smiled politely as he greeted them.

“Hello everyone, this is my wife, Laura,” Master said as he placed my hand on his arm.

My body stiffened slightly at his words.

Laura.

Why did he call me that?

Why did he change my name?

Master helped me sit down as everyone returned to their seats.

My hands rested nervously on my lap.

For a moment everything seemed normal.

Then suddenly, he placed a hand on my leg, my breath caught. His hand slowly began stroking my thigh, sending a strange wave of sensation through my body. My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened, his hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh.

My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest.

Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me.

He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine.

“Try not to moan,” he whispered quietly, my breath hitched.

I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties.

My breathing grew uneven, then his fingers suddenly slipped inside.

A small cough escaped my lips as my body jerked slightly from the sudden sensation.

Several heads turned toward me.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Enzo?” one of them asked with concern.

My face burned with embarrassment.

“Is something wrong? Did you choke on the food?” another man asked.

“I think she choked on the food,” Enzo said calmly as he looked at me, his eyes held a warning.

Meanwhile, his other hand continued moving slowly beneath the table. His fingers pushed deeper, pressing against me and teasing my sensitive spot. My thighs trembled slightly as I struggled to keep my composure.

A strange warmth spread through my body despite my embarrassment. For the first time, I realized something that made my heart race even faster. I was enjoying what he was doing.

My legs slowly spread open without me realizing it as his fingers pushed deeper.

He looked at me with a faint smirk on his lips, his hand continued moving slowly, teasing and stroking as warmth built inside me. My breathing grew heavier, my body responded helplessly, heat pooling between my thighs.

I felt wetness spreading as his fingers continued moving inside me, I kept my gaze lowered, afraid someone would notice the way my body trembled slightly.

My fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, I knew what Master wanted.

And now I understood something that frightened me even more.

If I kept refusing him…

I was sure I would never be able to live.