All Chapters of The Billionaire's S*bmissive: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emma Stone clutched her notebook tightly against her chest, the crisp autumn air biting at her cheeks as she walked down the bustling New York City street. The Blackwood Enterprises headquarters loomed ahead, a towering monolith of steel and glass that seemed to pierce the heavens. Her stomach churned with nerves. This is it, she thought, the interview of a lifetime. Don’t mess it up.She had spent the entire morning rehearsing her questions, smoothing her brown hair into what she hoped was a professional cascade over her shoulders, and adjusting her blazer to look polished yet approachable. But no amount of preparation could quell the jitters. Nathan Blackwood wasn’t just any interviewee—he was a legend. At only 28, he had revolutionized the financial world, turning his family’s modest fortune into an empire. And now, here she was, a lowly literature student at NYU, about to step into his world.Emma pushed through the revolving doors and into the lobby, her heels clicking against th

Emma stared at the package on her desk, her fingers trembling as she traced the embossed letters of her name on the wrapping. The box was pristine, tied with a silk ribbon that felt luxurious against her skin. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing back to Nathan’s piercing gray eyes, the way they seemed to see straight through her. Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”Her face flushed. Nathan Blackwood. She hadn’t expected this. Not after their last encounter, the heat of his kiss still lingering in her memory like a ghost. She set the book down carefully, her hands shaking. What did this mean? Was it a

As he leaned in closer, Emma’s breath caught in her throat. The night was far from over, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or someone—was about to change her life forever.“Emma,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”She swallowed hard, her pulse racing. “Then show me.”Nathan’s smile widened, and he took her hand, leading her further into the gallery. The tension between them was palpable, and Emma couldn’t help but wonder what the night had in store.As they walked, she glanced over her shoulder one last time, catching James’s gaze. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—a warning, or perhaps a plea.Emma turned back to Nathan, her resolve hardening. Whatever she was stepping into, she was ready. Or at least, she wanted to believe she was.“So,” Nathan said as they reached a secluded corner of the gallery, his voice low and intimate. “Are you ready to let go?”Emma looked up at him

Nathan’s lips trailed down her neck once more, his hands sliding under the hem of her camisole to caress the soft skin of her abdomen. Emma bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body trembling under his touch. He paused, his lips hovering just above the swell of her breast, and she could feel the heat of his breath through the thin fabric.“Nathan,” she whispered again, her voice shaky with need. He responded with a low growl, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her closer, his lips capturing hers in another fervent kiss.Emma’s mind was a haze of sensation, her body alight with every brush of his fingers, every press of his lips. She lost herself in him, in the way he seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how to draw out every gasp and shiver. His hands moved to the clasp of her skirt, and she felt the fabric slide down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her camisole and heels.Nathan stepped back, his eyes raking over her with an intensity that made her feel exposed and e

Emma stared at the necklace, her mind racing. It was just a piece of jewelry, but it felt like so much more—a promise, a commitment. She glanced up at Nathan, searching his face for any sign of doubt. But all she saw was sincerity in his piercing gray eyes. Yes, she said softly. I’ll wear it.Nathan’s smile was warm, almost tender, as he stepped behind her to fasten the necklace. His fingers brushed against the nape of her neck, sending another shiver through her. Perfect, he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. It suits you.Emma reached up, her fingers tracing the smooth metal of the pendant. What does it open? she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.Nathan chuckled softly. Patience, Emma, he said, his voice teasing. All in good time. He moved to stand in front of her again, his gaze intense. For now, let’s focus on you.He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. Emma’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding as sh