Owning Desire – by Nikki Prince
OWNING DESIRE
BY NIKKI PRINCE
“Desiree, in my office, now!”
She left what she was doing at the copier and made her way down the hall toward her boss’s office.
She stopped just before going into his office, smoothed the black pencil skirt down, and checked her white blouse.
He always made her so nervous with his dashing good looks and impenetrable gaze.
His deliciously tanned skin, beard, and gray eyes that she couldn’t look away from.
There was no way she wanted even a curl out of place.
With everything in perfect order, she squared her shoulders and went into his office.
Desiree came to a halt at the front of his desk, clasping her hands in front of her.
His face was devoid of expression, it made her squirm inwardly.
Oh god, what could he want? She noted that his suitcase was propped against a wall, proof to her that he’dc returned perhaps only hours ago.
She looked expectantly at him, waiting to see why he’d called her into his office.
Sterling did things on his own time and always had since she’d known him.
She stood there for quite some time before he finally looked up at her.
She could only hold his gaze for so long before she found herself looking down at her heels.
Damn, the man was fine, even in his apparent annoyance.
She’d always been attracted to older men.
He had light gray eyes with the thickest black lashes she’d ever seen, and hair the color of ebony sin with a light dusting of silver at his temples, and the length rested just at the point of irreverence.
It showed that Sterling McKenna didn’t give one iota for propriety and that he did whatever he wanted and how he wanted to do it.
He was tall too, sexy as hell with a gorgeous beard and the sexiest lips ever.
Lips she dreamed of sucking and kissing.
Instead, she licked her own lips nervously in response to that need and glanced up at him quickly.
There was no other man alive that made her heart skip a beat as he did.
She found she wanted to run her hands through his hair and allow him to unbutton each of the small buttons on her blouse and do what he wanted to her.
The attraction she had for him was something she’d kept to herself all these years and intended to continue to hide.
Nothing good could come of having sex with your boss.
Well, other than mind-blowing orgasms that took the curl out of your hair.
She noted he wasn’t in his normal suit, but dressed a bit more casually as he usually did when he’d come from a trip.
His clothes, no matter if casual or business clothes were always of the finest caliber.
She was pulled from la-la land with his question.
“How long have you been here at McKenna Construction?”
Why was he even asking her that? Sterling McKenna had a mind like a trap, he remembered every little detail. She frowned, but didn’t hesitate to answer his question. “I’ve been with the company for six years, sir.”
“Mhmm and how many years out of those six have you been my secretary?”
Now, she was seriously worried that he knew the answer to all the questions he was asking her. Yet once again, she answered him promptly.
“I’ve been with you for four years, Mr. McKenna.”
“Right, four years is long enough time to know exactly what I need and when I need it —right, Desiree? I’d even go so far as to say how I need it.”
“Yes, sir it is.” She dug her nails into the palms of her hands, hoping the pain would help her focus on what he wanted and not how gorgeous he was to her, even in his ire.
“Tell me, what was the last thing I asked you to pack in my briefcase last Friday before I left for the day?”
“The Geary report,” she stammered and dug her nails into her palm a bit harder.
“Exactly.” He opened the briefcase that was sitting on his desk and then turned it towards her. “Now tell me what you see here?”
She walked over to peer into the black briefcase, picking up several of the folders inside it and thumbing through them. The Geary report wasn’t among the papers inside the case.
“I see all the papers you requested, sir, with the exception of the report.”
“Correct, so how important was that file to me?”
“Very important, because the account is very significant.” She swallowed hard and shifted.
“It’s an account that I managed to save Desiree, though not because I had the items that I needed.
No, because I was actually quick enough on my feet to improvise.
” He held up a manila folder and she recognized it as what he’d needed to have with him.
She watched as he put the report down on his desk slowly.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I don’t know what happened.”
“Geary Hotels and Resorts is a billion-dollar account. Luckily Tim Geary was willing to hear me out without all the figures that were needed. This isn’t the only time you’ve done something like this.
Luckily, I had Ryder with me, too, as he was able to talk some sense into Geary about why we make a good fit. ”
He was right, she’d messed up here and there, but it had never been with something as vital as the account with Geary Hotels and Resorts.
Breathe Desiree.
“Sir, what can I do to make this right?” She had to ask; there had to be something she could do to fix what had happened. Sterling McKenna was the best boss one could have. He never micromanaged anything she did, and she’d seriously messed this up.
“I think a little punishment is in order.”
The way he looked at her made her feel like one of the little pigs being stared at by the big bad wolf.
“P. . . punishment?” She managed to squeak out.
“Yes, I’ve obviously been way too lenient with you. So, I need to remedy that with punishment.”
He wasn’t talking about firing her, so that was a plus in itself. Did he possibly mean he was going to write her up? It would make sense. She’d messed up on several occasions before. She’d been surprised that he’d promoted her to his secretary.
“I’m sorry, sir; I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make up for this oversight.”
“The option I’m suggesting may take you a little time to mull over.”
She wished he would get on with it already. The anticipation of what he was going to do was making her crazy.
“Can you please tell me, so I don’t have to sit here and wonder the worse?”
“Your option, my dear, is to agree to be my submissive, doing whatever I want, no questions asked, or you can be assimilated back into the mailroom.”
She was instantly wet. Her mouth fell open and she just stared at him as if he had two heads.
What? She couldn’t have heard him right.
Going back into the mailroom would cut her hours and her pay.
She couldn’t afford that to happen, but to be his submissive?
A man she’d had a crush on since coming to the company.
She wasn’t sure if she had a submissive bone in her body.
She knew the look on her face had to be one that said she thought he’d totally lost his mind.
But no, he sat in his chair as if he were the king on the throne without a care in the world.
Her mouth went suddenly dry, and she licked her lips to wet them.
It took a moment before she could speak.
“Okay, I heard that you could demote me, but I’m a bit confused about the other choice.”
“I spoke very clearly and distinctly Desiree, but I’ll repeat myself so that there is no mistaking my expectations.
I want you to agree to be my Sub, doing exactly what I want, when and where I want it.
In short, it means that we will have sex and lots of it.
Although that isn’t all that being a submissive entails, but for us it will do quite nicely for now. ”
Once again, his words caused her to get wet, and before long, her panties would be soaked.
The thought of him touching her like she’d always dreamed was a heady aphrodisiac.
He was seriously asking her to have sex with him.
This was a lot to take in. Her knees felt weak.
She had to sit down. Blinking she focused on the chair in front of his desk.
“I have to sit down,” she said in a rush of words.
He rose as if he was coming to help her, but she made it to the chair before he could.
She took several deep breaths, not realizing that he’d gone to the water cooler to get her some water until he placed the small plastic cup in her hand.
She took it with a whispered thank you and took a big drink.
He sat on the edge of his desk looking like a king on this throne as if they weren’t discussing anything out of the ordinary.
“Mr. McKenna, there must be another way. I can’t afford the pay cut, and I have responsibilities I need to take care of.
” Yes, like the continuing education of her younger sisters.
She was their only support. Her mother had died, leaving Desiree to take care of her siblings as their father had left long ago. This was as serious as it could get.
Sterling wanted her. She’d seen the type of women he’d been with in the past and none of them had ever looked like her.
They were what one would consider to be model material.
Most were models and those that weren’t should have been.
She had ample curves and a bottom that was described as apple-shaped and full.
In her past relationships, she’d been told that she looked wonderful, and they loved that she was a BBW.
Then, further into those relationships, she was told she needed to diet.
Dating had become disappointing as had dieting to try to be that perfect size.
Or at least what society deemed a perfect size.
She loved her body and wasn’t willing to change for anyone or anything.