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Bend Over His Desk:His secret Obsession

⸻ "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 6

Sienna – POV

I woke up in his strong arms again, smiling and feeling relieved with how last night turned out.

He didn't answer Clara's call - instead, he gave me all his attention, turned me in every position until I was sore and breathless.

"Tired?" he asked, eyes still closed, his sexy morning voice turning me on all over again.

"Yes... thanks to you," I murmured, as he pulled me closer.

He smirked. I stared at his diamond earring - that signature bad boy energy, paired with his tattoos.

Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if he added my name to one of those tats.

"You hungry?" he asked, this time opening his eyes.

"Mmm, yes," I replied, sitting up.

My phone started ringing. Kate.

Not answering. My best friend would definitely want details - and I wasn't about to spill with Nic right here.

"What, Clara?" Nic suddenly said on the phone, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Is that all?" he muttered after a pause, staring at me like I'd done something wrong.

I already knew that bitch was on the phone dragging my name. As expected.

He ended the call, stood up, and carried me straight into the bathroom.

⸻

Breakfast

He had my favorite dishes served - mashed potatoes, fries, pancakes, and tea.

The day had just begun, and Nic was already on king-level spoiling.

We hit a private spa, then went shopping. I bought everything I wanted - a Birkin, a new Louis Vuitton bag, a pair of Prada heels, and to top it off, the latest Van Cleef leg chain.

He told me to pick anything I wanted. Of course I didn't hold back - I didn't come here to play.

⸻

In His Maybach

He scrolled through an article on his phone while I watched him from across the seat.

"Nic?" I called.

"What's that, sweet?" he asked, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

"You want anything?"

"Yes..."

"What is it?"

"A pink Bugatti," I said, staring deep into his grey eyes.

"That all?"

I nodded.

"Consider it done, baby," he said, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Wait - really?" I squealed.

"Anything for you, Sienna," he murmured, kissing my lips.

Then his phone rang. His mom.

"Hey, Mum... I'll be back soon," he said, voice suddenly serious.

I could tell the trip was about to get cut short.

"What happened?" I asked as he ended the call.

"My dad... he was rushed to the hospital. He collapsed."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. We'll be heading back soon."

Just like that, he'd shut down again. Back into that cold, quiet shell.

⸻

Later That Evening

I sat on my luxurious couch, Ann's head resting on my lap as we watched a movie.

But I couldn't focus. My thoughts were with Nic.

After we got back, he had his driver drop me off at my penthouse.

Then Ann called and said she was coming over for the weekend.

I'd been calling him ever since. Still no answer.

Then Kelvin called again.

"Hey, Sienna - wassup? I just saw Mr. Steele at the hospital. I was visiting my mum... Is everything okay? Did the business go well?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Yeah. He had something urgent come up, but the meeting went fine."

"That's good to hear. Um... are you free? Maybe we could go out? Like... a date?"

I needed to clear my head.

"Yeah, sure."

"I'll text you the place!" he said, sounding like he just hit the jackpot.

"Okay," I replied, ending the call.

⸻

I walked into my closet and picked out a cargo skirt and a black crop top, paired with my favorite black heels.

I always felt elegant in heels - like I owned every room I entered.

A little makeup to complete the look.

"Where to, sissy?" Ann asked.

"Just out with a friend. I'll be back soon," I said, kissing her forehead.

"And try not to burn down my new place."

"Yes ma'am," she grinned.

Ann's always been the homely one - cooking, baking, and playing mum.

⸻

Outside the Café

"You look good today," Kelvin said as I slid into his car parked outside a coffee shop.

"So what, I don't look good every other day?" I teased.

"No! I mean, you always look good. You're glowing today."

"Thanks," I said, as he pulled out of the lot.

He took me to a classy French restaurant - strictly French cuisine.

We placed our orders, but honestly, I had no appetite.

"You okay?" Kelvin asked, gently taking my hand.

"Yeah. Just tired from the trip."

Then I felt it - that stare.

I looked up to see a man in all black, standing in the corner with his eyes fixed on me.

And then it hit me: Dominic Steele had someone watching me.

"Shit," I muttered.

"Um, Kel - I have to go."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, I just got a text from my sister. I'll see you at the office."

I got up quickly, but before I could walk off, Kelvin pulled me into a hug - not helping at all.

"Take care of yourself, Sienna."

I smiled weakly and walked out of the restaurant - only to come face-to-face with Clara.

Great. Just my luck.

⸻

"You whore! How dare you fuck my fiancé?!" she snapped, storming toward me.

I smirked.

"Did I?" I said sweetly. "Or is he just addicted to my coochie?"

She looked around, clearly fighting the urge to slap me - but this was a public space, and she didn't have the guts.

"Stay the fuck away from Nic, or else-"

"Or else what, Clara?" I cut her off. "Maybe you should get a taste of your own medicine, bitch. No snitching now."

I brushed past her shoulder, grinning.

She hadn't seen anything yet.

I was just getting started.

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