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 7
Sienna – POV
It's been a week, and I haven't heard from Nic.
He just... disappeared.
Last I heard, he was in Greece with his family. I've been going to the office most days, sitting in his chair - letting memories swallow me whole.
Memories of him bending me over his desk...
His hands all over my bare skin...
The way he'd talk to me like I was the only woman in the world.
The way he looked at me like I was more than just a distraction.
But I guess I wasn't.
If I mattered to him - even a little - he would've called.
Or texted.
Or something.
But no. I'm just the girl he bends over a desk when he's bored. A plaything. A secret.
Will I keep letting this happen?
Then suddenly, the large TV screen lights up in the office. It's a breaking news headline:
DOMINIC STEELE AND CLARA WOLFE'S ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCED.
Wedding set for the end of the month.
I froze.
I stared at the screen like the world had just ended.
Yes, I knewClara was his fiancée - but this?
Marriage?
A wedding date?
He agreedto this?
I thought he didn't even likeClara.
I thought-
Tears streamed down my face.
My phone rang. Kate.
"Hey, babe... are you okay?" she asked softly. She'd clearly seen the news too.
"I'm... I'm not..." I broke down, sobbing.
"Where are you?"
"The office."
"Stay there. I'm coming to get you."
I nodded and hung up.
This hurt. More than I could explain.
But I wasn't supposed to feel this way. I was just the secret. The backup. A woman with no real value in his life.
His future wife was Clara.
But I, stupidly, fell for him.
I wasn't supposed to.
It wasn't meant to be more than pleasure.
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In Kate's Car
"Hey... you know you can talk to me," Kate said, gently touching my hand. "You don't always have to be the strong one."
"I'm just... stupid," I whispered as tears fell again.
"No, you're not. Don't say that. Fuck Clara. Fuck Nic. We're gonna party our asses off tonight. Shake our booties like we never did before," she said with a small grin. "Maybe you'll meet someone new."
I chuckled a little, wiping my face.
Kate was my soul sister - the one person who truly saw me.
Unlike most of these rich girls who act like I don't belong in their world, Kate had always accepted me like family.
Every second with her is a blessing.
She's had her fair share of heartbreaks, too. Her last relationship ended when she caught the guy doing 69 with another girl in their bed. She beat the girl to a pulp and spent the weekend in jail before her father bailed her out.
She's been done with men since then - just out here catching cruise when she wants to.
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Nic – POV
I sat in the VIP booth of the club, taking another puff of weed.
Andrew was next to me, smacking a stripper's ass while whispering god-knows-what in her ear.
It's been a week since I left Sienna.
My dad's still recovering in the hospital.
Meanwhile, my mom keeps pressuring me to get married - have grandkids so my father can meet them before he dies.
I miss her.
Her smile, her laugh, her touch.
The way she made me forget about everything - even the chaos in my own damn mind.
But I can't face her right now. Not like this.
Not in my right mind.
I'm afraid I might say or do something... wrong.
"Hey man... isn't that your girl?" Andrew said suddenly, pointing down toward the bar.
And there she was.
Sienna.
Standing at the bar with Kate, wearing the tiniest black dress that barely covered her thick ass. Her thighs were out for everyone to see.
Some guy walked up to her, sliding an arm around her waist and whispering in her ear.
She smiled. Then pushed him off gently.
"Damn... she's hot. And her friend? What's her name?" Andrew asked.
I dropped my cigarette into the ashtray and stood up.
"Easy, lover boy," he teased.
I stormed down the stairs.
What the fuck does she think she's doing here?
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Sienna – POV
"Girl, you need to loosen up," Kate said, handing me another shot.
I downed it quickly.
I glanced around the club. Dark lights. The smell of weed and expensive cologne in the air. A couple making out against the wall.
"Let's dance!" Kate said, pulling me into the crowd.
We moved to the beat, hips swaying.
Then I felt it - a familiar hand wrap around my waist. That cologne. That warmth.
Those hands that once made me feel safe.
I turned.
And there he was.
Nic.
Looking at me like it'd been years - not days. My eyes filled with tears.
I pushed him away, turning to leave the club - but he grabbed me.
Before I could react, he threw me over his shoulder.
"Put me down, Nic!" I yelled as he walked out toward his black SUV.
He tossed me into the passenger seat and locked the door.
I tried the handle. It wouldn't budge.
He slid into the driver's seat and pulled off - still not saying a word.
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Minutes Later
We drove through a long, private driveway that led to a massive black-and-white mansion.
Security guards dressed in black stood at the gate, holding rifles.
He brought me... to his private home?
He glanced at me. I stared back.
We didn't need to speak - I could already hear his thoughts.
A butler opened the door for me.
"Welcome home, Mr. Steele," the older man said with a nod to both of us.
I stepped out, taking in the luxury.
There was a giant fountain in the middle of the driveway. Everything screamed money.
Nic took my hand and pulled me gently inside.
The interiors were a dream - bold, sleek, masculine. Dark marble floors. Velvet drapes. Gold and black finishings.
He dragged me into a room and slammed the door shut.
The lights dimmed automatically, revealing a massive, moody bedroom.
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"What the hell am I doing here?" I said, folding my arms as I stood by the door.
"What were you doing at that club dressed like that?" he snapped, walking toward me.
"What part of I own you don't you understand, Sienna?"
His eyes burned with anger.
I swallowed hard but didn't show fear.
"You own me? But you left me in the dark. No messages. No calls. What kind of ownership is that?" I shot back, stepping toward him.
"What did I tell you about staying away from Kelvin? Why would you disobey me and go to that restaurant with him?"
"Nic, don't-"
He didn't let me finish.
He slammed his lips on mine, his hands yanking at my dress - tearing it apart.
"Nic, stop-"
He didn't listen.
He lifted me and threw me onto the massive king-sized bed, towering over me.
"You're mine, Sienna," he growled against my neck.
"Mine to have. Mine to fuck. No one else touches you."
As his hands roamed my body, I lay there beneath him - silent.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.
Because this was my reality.
I was nothing more than the woman he used to satisfy his cravings.
Nothing more.
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