Bend Over His Desk:His secret Obsession
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"Sweetheart, do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes... yes, I do, Mr. Steele."
"Who do you belong to, fiery one?"
"You... I'm all yours."
By morning, I'm his secretary.
By night... I'm bent over his desk, moaning his name.
He says it's just pleasure. Just business.
But his touch tells a different story.
I'm Sienna Ward-just a girl trying to survive in a cold world.
He's Dominic Steele-ruthless billionaire CEO, dangerously handsome, and secretly mine.
He's addicted to me-my lips, my body, my fire.
In his office, I wear a pencil skirt.
Behind locked doors, I wear nothing but his hunger.
But there's a catch...
He's engaged-to Clara.
My ex-best friend.
The senator's daughter.
The woman who once had my back... until she buried a knife in it.
Dominic's mother says I'll never belong in their world.
But what if I'm already carrying a piece of it?
I was supposed to be his plaything.
Now, I might be the mother of his child.
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Chapter 4
Sienna's POV
I sat beside him in his private jet, his hand resting on my bare thigh.
Yeah, Nic likes it when I dress like his whore.
Here I am, in a skimpy red dress that stops just below my thighs, showing off my thick, milky skin. The expensive Prada heels he bought me make my legs look even longer.
"You said we're going away to relax, not for business," I said, rolling my eyes as I looked out the window. He was typing something on his phone.
"Sorry, baby. I just need to send this quickly," he replied, kissing my cheek.
Then his eyes met mine-and damn. That man is fine as hell. A literal Greek god.
He pulled me closer, kissing me slowly, like he needed to savor the taste of me... like he couldn't get enough.
A throat cleared. We looked up to see the flight attendant standing there.
"Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Steele. Do you need anything?" she asked, eyeing him like she wanted to eat him alive.
I glared. She noticed and quickly turned her eyes away from his unbuttoned shirt.
"I'm fine," he replied coldly.
"How about you, miss?"
"Just water," I said, still glaring at her. She nodded and walked away.
"I really want you under me right now, baby," he murmured, kissing the back of our intertwined fingers.
"You just had me this morning, Mr. Steele," I replied, rolling my eyes again.
"You know I can never get enough of you, angel. You're like a drug-I'm addicted."
He pulled me into another kiss, his fingers working their way under my dress.
"Yes..." I moaned into his mouth, parting my thighs as his fingers slid deeper inside me.
"Miss, here's your water," the flight attendant interrupted, nearly causing me to snap.
"Thank you," I said flatly, shooting her another glare.
Nic chuckled beside me.
"We have the whole weekend to ourselves, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead.
Yeah, we do. And I plan to enjoy every damn second.
Fuck.
Once again, I forgot to take my birth control pills. Why do I keep forgetting?
"You okay?" Nic asked, noticing my distraction.
"Yes, just thinking."
"About what?"
"How much fun this weekend is going to be..."
"Don't worry. I'm all yours for the weekend," he promised.
Yeah... just for the weekend.
After that, he goes back to pretending like he doesn't bend me over his desk and fuck me raw.
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The hotel resort was massive.
The room had a king-sized bed, a jacuzzi, and a private outdoor pool.
"God, this is so relaxing," I muttered to myself, taking off my sunglasses. Nic was nearby, talking to one of the staff.
My phone buzzed. It was my little sister, Ann.
"Hey baby girl, what's up?" I answered. I'd been distant from her since I moved out, but that didn't mean I didn't love her. She knew I did.
"Sis, I need your help."
"Are you okay?" I asked, suddenly worried.
"Yeah, just need a little cash. Girl stuff."
I glanced up. Nic was walking toward me.
"Send me your bank details," I said, then quickly ended the call.
"Mmm," I began, only to be cut off by Nic's lips on mine. He pulled me close and pushed me gently onto the bed.
"Who was that?" he asked, undressing.
"My little sister," I said, helping him slide the red dress off my body.
He squeezed my breasts, his mouth wrapping around my nipples, sucking like a hungry baby.
"Yes, Nic," I moaned, my fingers tangled in his black hair.
His fingers slid between my thighs, in and out, teasing me, making me beg.
"Yes... ahh, just like that..."
Then, he took out his massive cock. It stood proud-thick, veined, beautiful.
I wrapped my lips around him, sucking as he groaned.
"Fuck, Sienna..."
His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as he fucked my mouth.
Then, he pushed me down, spread my legs wide, and thrust deep into me.
"YES, baby! Just like that... harder!" I cried out, losing myself in the pleasure.
"Fuck, Sienna," he groaned again.
His phone buzzed on the bed.
The screen lit up: Clara.
He didn't even notice-he was too lost in me.
As he kissed my neck, I slid my hand over and hit Accept.
"Yes, Nic! Fuck me hard... yes, baby... YES!" I moaned loud enough for that bitch Clara to hear every word.
"Fuck, Sienna, you're so sweet," he groaned, still thrusting.
I smirked.
The call ended. Perfect timing.
Nic pulled out and flipped me over, bending me on all fours. He spanked my ass, then slid back inside, pounding into me.
He filled me with his cum.
I stayed bent over, letting every drop stay inside.
Smiling to myself.
If Nic finds out about the call, he'll be pissed. But I'll handle him.
Clara needed a taste of her own medicine.
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A knock came at the door.
Nic got up, wrapped a towel around his waist, and opened it.
He returned a moment later.
"Come on, let's take a bath. We've got dinner plans."
"Okay," I said, letting him scoop me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I wanted to be his.
I wanted the world to know he was mine.
He knew how to pamper me, spoil me, make me feel like a queen-
From the designer shoes, the luxury bags, watches, endless shopping sprees, and now a new penthouse.
Dominic Steele is everything I want in a man.
Too bad... I'm just his secret.
And I wonder when my time will be up.
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