Bend Over His Desk:His secret Obsession

"Bend over."

His voice is low. Rough. Dangerous.

Dominic Steele's hand grips my waist, firm and commanding as he turns me to face the massive oak desk in his office. My breath catches. My heart thunders.

"B-But... Mr. Steele..."

"What is it, sweetheart?" he murmurs darkly, sliding my pencil skirt up with deliberate ease. His palms scorch my skin, leaving trails of fire behind every touch. "You look like you're about to tell me no... but your body? It's begging for me."

I glance nervously over my shoulder, searching his storm-grey eyes.

"The manager... he's still in the building..."

Dominic doesn't even blink.

"I don't give a damn." He grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Say my name, fiery one."

"Mr. Steele..." I whisper, but it comes out more like a moan.

"That's better." He crushes his lips against mine-hungry, punishing, and possessive. His hands move faster, pushing my panties aside like they're an inconvenience.

The sound of his zipper slices through the thick silence.

Then-

"Ahhh-yesss..." I gasp, knuckles turning white as I grip the desk.

He's deep. Fast. Ruthless.

His growls echo in my ears, my name laced in every one of them.

"Fuck... Sienna," he groans, his grip on my hips bruising.

I bite my hand to muffle the cries spilling from my lips. Just a few doors away, Kelvin-the floor manager-probably still lingers in his office, unaware that his boss is buried inside his secretary, taking her apart like she belongs to him.

Because I do.

I'm Sienna Ward. By day, I'm just a secretary at The Steele Dynasty, one of the world's most powerful companies. But by night?

I'm his.

His plaything. His obsession. His secret.

And no one can know.

Since the moment I walked into that building and saw Dominic Steele-cold, ruthless, sinfully gorgeous-my world flipped. He looked at me like I was his next prize... and now here I am, bent over his desk, whispering his name like a prayer.

And yet... it's more than that.

Because Dominic Steele has a fiancée. Clara.

My ex-best friend.

A daughter of a senator. A woman born into privilege. Someone whose approval his mother craves. Someone I used to trust-until she left me broken and alone.

But Dominic doesn't seem to care.

He's the type of man who takes what he wants. Even if it's forbidden. Even if it's wrong.

Even if it's me.

"Good girl," he grunts, finishing inside me with a low, dangerous growl that makes my toes curl.

As I adjust my skirt, trying to remember how to breathe, he zips up like nothing happened.

"A driver's coming to pick you up tomorrow. You're moving into a new apartment," he says, like he's talking about a calendar update.

"A new what?" I blink.

He steps closer, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"A reward. For being so good." His lips trail along my jaw. "Thank me properly next time, baby."

I smile faintly. "Thanks, zaddy."

His lips crash onto mine again-deep, possessive, urgent. Then just like that, he pulls away. Cold. Composed. Dominant.

His phone buzzes.

"I'll be there." He doesn't take his eyes off me as he speaks to whoever's on the other end. Then, he straightens his collar, grabbing his coat like nothing ever happened.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Ward. Make sure my morning schedule is on my desk."

"Yes, sir," I whisper, watching the door close behind him.

And just like that... he's gone.

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LATER THAT NIGHT

"Hi, sis! Welcome home!" my sixteen-year-old sister, Ann, calls out from the dining table, her eyes on her schoolbooks. She reminds me so much of mum soft curls, and a calm spirit. I take after mum. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Slim-thick figure that turns heads without trying.

It's no wonder Dominic is addicted to me.

"Where's Dad?" I ask, dropping the groceries.

"With Diana," she mutters. Her face says it all.

Diana-our stepmother. Technically not even married to Dad. Just a mistake that resulted in Ryan, our five-year-old half-brother. The only reason I tolerate Diana is because of that sweet little boy.

"Hi, Sissy!" Ryan runs in, arms wide.

"Hey, champ." I scoop him up, hugging him tight.

"You're back," Dad says as he enters the kitchen, loosening his tie.

"I'm moving out tomorrow," I blurt out.

He pauses, confused. "Wait-what? Where are you going?"

"Somewhere closer to work," I say quickly, not looking at Diana who leans against the doorframe, smirking.

"Or closer to your boss?" she throws in with a sneer.

I ignore her.

"Sis, can I come with you?" Ann asks as we head upstairs.

"Only on weekends," I say softly. "You know how strict Dad is."

The truth? I don't want her near the mess I've made. Not near Dominic. Not near this secret that's getting harder to keep.

In my room, I collapse on the bed.

Heart pounding. Body aching. Mind spiraling.

How did my life get so complicated?

I started this job for survival. Now I'm in too deep. I'm falling for a man I can't have-a man who's already taken.

And worse?

I might be carrying more than just his name.

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Sienna's POV

My phone buzzed as I slid into the back of the taxi, heels clacking on the floor.

"Hey, bitch," Kate's voice blasted through my AirPods. "What are you up to?"

I glanced at my wrist-the Rolex, sleek, gold, and stupidly expensive. A gift from Mr. Steele. Just one of many.

"Late for work, as always," I muttered, pushing hair out of my face.

"Girl, Mr. Nicci ain't gonna fire you. He's too busy stuffing you with-"

"Kate!" I hissed, laughing. "Shut up."

Kate knew everything. Every sinful detail about me and Dominic Steele-the powerful, cold, dangerously sexy CEO who couldn't keep his hands off me.

"Oh, guess what?" I grinned.

"Spill."

"He just got me a new apartment."

A scream exploded through the phone. "No fucking way! Your coochie got superpowers!"

I giggled. "Apparently."

Kate came from old money. We met back in college through Clara-back when Clara wasn't a complete traitor. Things changed. People changed.

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At the Office

His office could pass for a luxury suite-floor-to-ceiling glass windows, matte-black furnishings, and him...

Dominic Steele.

Dressed in jet-black like sin in a suit. Commanding. Cold. Stunning.

He sat behind his desk, eyes glued to the laptop, godlike in posture.

"Morning, Mr. Steele." I placed the file on his desk, keeping my tone cool.

"Morning, Ms. Ward," he said without lifting his eyes.

"Here's the file you requested."

He finally looked up, and just like that, my breath hitched. His gaze pinned me in place.

"Prepare a weekend trip to Paris," he said simply, like it wasn't a dream. "Just the two of us."

I blinked. "Sir?"

"You busy this weekend?" His brow rose.

"No... I'm not."

"Good. You're mine this weekend."

Before I could reply, a knock echoed.

"Come in."

I turned to leave as his secretary entered.

"Sir, Ms. Clara is here to see you."

My heart sank.

Of course, she was here.

I hoped she'd see me bent over his desk one day-naked and moaning his name.

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Outside the Office

And there she was. Clara. In red.

A plastic-perfect Barbie with designer curves and dead eyes.

She passed me without a glance but whispered loud enough,

"Bitch."

I smiled sweetly. "Snitch," I whispered back.

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Dominic's POV

She walked in like she still had a place in my world.

She didn't.

"What do you want, Clara?"

She walked closer, her fake nails sliding up my chest.

"Dinner. The family kind. You and me this weekend."

"I have plans," I said, walking to the window, watching over the city I owned.

Paris. With Sienna. That's my plan.

Her curves. Her moans. Her eyes when I push her over the edge-I wanted more.

"Plans with who?" she asked, voice clipped.

"My secretary."

Her expression twisted. Good.

"If that's all, you can leave."

She did, hips swaying like she was still on a runway.

Forgettable.

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Sienna's POV

Kelvin walked into my office-no knock, just usual flirty chaos.

"You look fire today."

He was cute, charming, but not my type. I liked them dangerous. Cold. Ruthless. I liked Dominic Steele.

"Thanks, Kel."

"Weekend plans?" he asked, dropping into the chair across me.

"Business trip with Mr. Steele. Paris."

His face fell.

"Oh. Didn't know we had one planned."

"It's kind of...private," I smirked.

He left eventually, and I stared at my screen, grinning.

This weekend, I wouldn't be a secretary. I'd be his toy. His pleasure.

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That Evening

I gasped as the elevator doors opened to reveal the penthouse.

Marble floors. Gold accents. Chandeliers. A view of the whole damn city.

A million-dollar space-for me. Just because I let him own my body.

"Thank you," I whispered into the phone.

"Anything for you, sweetheart," he replied. His voice always did something to me.

"Will I see you tonight?"

"I'm already on my way."

I hung up and ran my fingers over the velvet couch. This was it. I was getting everything I dreamed of.

I unpacked. Tried to relax.

But then the door clicked open.

And there he was.

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The Night

He walked in, all muscle and hunger.

I met him halfway, melting into his kiss. His lips devoured me. Hands sliding under my dress. Clothes hit the floor. As he pulled me close his lips taking mine hungry and seeking for more his hands runs over my thighs aggressively taking off my cloths ,

"Mm..." i Moan as he kisses my neck ,hands roaming my body

Soon we are on the king sized bed

My legs spreaded wide open taking him in

"Fuck sienna ... he Moans my name

Slamming into me hard and fast

"Yes ...yes ,"

My phone buzzed the screen displaying "KELVIN's name on it

"Why is he calling you ..."Dominic asks as he stops moving inside of me and stared at me with those grey eyes I could see jealousy in his eyes ...

"Nothing he ju-ahh fuck ..".

"Mine, .."

He slammed back in, cutting off my words.

"I said. You. Are. Mine."

He spilled inside me, holding me tight.

We lay tangled. Breathing hard.

"Whatever you have with him-cut it. Know your place."

He didn't say it cruelly. Just like a man who doesn't share.

I traced his chest, heart twisting.

"Nic..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Because what I wanted to say would ruin us.

I wanted to mean more.

But I knew-this was a forbidden game.

A secret that could destroy everything if it ever got out.

Sienna's POV

The morning breeze drifted into the room as I turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, like there was no chaos in his world.

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing those cold grey eyes. He's so handsome. I can't help but wonder what his baby would look like.

Shit... that reminds me. I haven't been on birth control.

"Good morning," he said, his deep, sexy voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Morning..." I murmured. He pulled me close and kissed my lips, his hand sliding down my thighs. We were both naked, tangled beneath the luxury sheets of my new penthouse.

"Take the day off, baby. You're sore down there," he said, sitting up. I blushed.

He carried me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Kissing me, he stepped into the large cubicle shower and turned on the water as he slid inside me again.

"Yes, Nic... yes," I moaned as he moved slowly, like he was trying to relive the moment.

"I love being inside you, Sienna," he groaned against my neck as he started pumping deeper. I clung to him, calling his name as he hit the right spot again and again.

"Tell me you're all mine..."

"I'm all yours, Nic. Just yours. No one else," I whispered, tightening my grip around his broad shoulders.

Soon, he came deep inside me.

Later, he was already on the phone. "I'll be there soon. Tell him to arrange the documents and keep them on my desk," he said, his hand grazing my neck, inspecting the hickey he gave me.

I eyed him warily.

"You seem stressed out, baby," he said as I stepped away from him.

"Thanks to you," I said, flopping back on the bed.

"Not my fault... you're just too sweet." He smirked, adjusting his shirt.

"My housekeeper will stop by today to drop off a few of my clothes. I'll keep some in the walk-in closet in case I decide to stay over sometimes."

"Okay," I said softly.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Prepare for the weekend, and text me if you need anything." Then, he walked out.

I stared at the door after he left. I didn't know exactly how I felt. But every time I was around him, I felt safe. Pampered. He knew how to talk to me, how to spoil me. Every moment with him made me feel like I belonged to him. Like there was something more than just pleasure happening between us...

But I knew better.

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"Hey bitch, drop the location to your new crib!" Kate said over the phone.

"Yes ma'am."

⸻

A few hours later

A knock sounded at the door.

I opened it to see Kate standing there.

"Oh my God, babe. This is massive!" she gasped, taking in the luxurious penthouse.

"Okay girl, spill the beans," she said, flopping onto the designer couch.

"He was here," I said, sitting beside her and turning on the huge TV in front of us.

"I'm sorry-how many rounds?" Kate teased.

"Kate!" I laughed just as the doorbell rang again.

I walked to the door and opened it. A woman in her late 40s stood there, wearing a black T-shirt and white pants. She looked corporate and serious.

"How may I help you?" I asked.

"I work for Mr. Steele," she said, eyeing me cautiously.

"Oh... come in." I let her in. She held a briefcase in one hand.

"The room's over there," I said, pointing to the walk-in closet as she walked over.

"Who is she?" Kate asked, sipping her orange juice.

"Nic's housekeeper," I replied. "He said he might come over sometimes, so he's keeping some of his clothes here."

"Okay, mamacita... at this point, you've got him wrapped around your finger," she teased. We both laughed.

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Dominic's POV

"Hi, Mum."

"Nic, cancel whatever trip you have planned this weekend. We're having your engagement party. Yours and Clara's."

"It's an important trip. When I get back, we can throw whatever party you want," I said, cutting the call.

I just wanted to spend the weekend with Sienna. To have my arms wrapped around her. To feel like a man-not the man with a life full of chaos or a forced marriage.

Everything felt different when I was with her. She made me feel like I was enough. Like I was seen. Those bright blue eyes stared into mine like she wanted nothing from me but me.

"Hey, man," my friend Andrew walked in, holding a bottle of whiskey.

"What, Andrew?"

"You down this weekend for some... you know, clubbing?"

"I've got plans with Sienna," I said, taking a puff from the weed he brought and passing it to him.

"Oh shit-the side chick, huh?" He grinned. "Bruh, you're really playing with fire."

"I don't care. It's just pleasure between me and her. She knows what it is," I replied. Of course, Sienna knew. Even though sometimes, she looked at me like she wanted more. But she knew her place-my secret woman. The woman who spread her legs when I told her to.

"Just pray that evil Clara doesn't find out," he warned. "Little Brody whispered to me about your engagement party coming up. I wonder how Sienna will take all of this. Does she plan on being the side woman forever?" he asked, eyes sharp.

I hadn't thought of that.

Sienna being my side woman forever?

Yeah... there's no future between us.

But I can't imagine her with another man.

Can't imagine her moaning another man's name.