All Chapters of The Billionaire's S*bmissive: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emma sat cross-legged on her bed in her Brooklyn apartment, the contract from Nathan spread out before her. The words blurred as she reread them for what felt like the hundredth time. Her fingers traced the edges of the paper, her mind a whirlwind of fascination and fear. What am I getting myself into? she thought, her heart pounding in her chest.The sound of the front door opening snapped her out of her thoughts. Lily’s voice called out, “Emma? You home?”“In here,” Emma replied, quickly folding the contract and tucking it under her pillow.Lily appeared in the doorway, her brow furrowed with concern. “You’ve been quiet all day. What’s going on?”Emma hesitated, then sighed. “It’s Nathan. He gave me this… contract. It’s about boundaries and trust, but it’s so intense. I don’t know if I can handle it.”Lily sat down on the edge of the bed, her expression serious. “Emma, I’ve heard things about Nathan Blackwood. He’s not just some charming businessman. He’s dangerous. People talk abou

Emma swallowed hard, her mind racing. She wanted that—wanted it more than she cared to admit. But she also knew she needed to take things slow. “What did you have in mind?” she asked cautiously.Nathan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch. He opened it and carefully extracted a pair of silk handcuffs and a delicate feather. Emma’s breath hitched. “Nothing too intense,” he assured her, his voice calm and reassuring. “Just a little experiment to see how it feels. We’ll go at your pace, Emma. Always.”She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. But then she looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity there. He wasn’t pushing her; he was offering her a chance to explore, to trust him. Slowly, she nodded. “Okay.”Nathan’s smile widened, and he gently took her hand, guiding her to stand. He led her to the center of the room, where the soft light from the windows bathed them in a warm glow. “Close your eyes,” he murmured, his voice like velvet. Emma obeyed, her sens

The gala was a whirlwind of opulence, the kind of event Emma had only ever read about in novels. The chandeliers sparkled like constellations, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne. She adjusted the strap of her emerald-green gown, feeling both out of place and strangely exhilarated. Nathan had insisted she accompany him, and though she’d hesitated at first, the way he’d looked at her when she agreed had made it impossible to refuse.She stood near the edge of the room, sipping a glass of champagne and trying to blend into the crowd. Nathan was across the room, deep in conversation with a group of investors, his gray eyes occasionally flicking toward her as if to make sure she was still there. Each time their gazes met, a shiver ran down her spine.“Emma Stone,” a voice purred from behind her, smooth and cold as ice. “I’ve heard so much about you.”Emma turned to see a woman with sleek blonde hair and a crimson dress that clung to her figure like a se

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Nathan rested his forehead against hers, his eyes dark with desire.“I don’t want to rush this,” he murmured. “But I also don’t want to pretend that I don’t want you.”Emma’s heart was pounding, but she nodded. “I want you too,” she admitted softly.Nathan’s lips curved into a slow smile, and he took her hand, leading her back inside. The penthouse was dimly lit, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. He stopped in front of the couch and turned to face her, his hands sliding up her arms to rest on her shoulders.“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.Emma nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Yes.”He leaned in to kiss her again, this time with a hunger that made her knees weak. His hands moved to the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down as he kissed her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lin

Nathan laughed softly, the sound warm and comforting. “I can relate,” he said. “There’s something about the dark that makes everything feel… bigger. More intimidating.”Emma nodded, her gaze drifting back to the fire. “Yeah,” she murmured. “It’s like… it’s like all your fears come alive in the dark.”Nathan watched her for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Then he shifted slightly, his hand brushing against her shoulder. “You’re not alone in the dark anymore, Emma,” he said quietly. “Not if you don’t want to be.”Her breath caught at his words, and she turned to meet his gaze. There was something in his eyes—something raw and vulnerable—that made her heart ache. She wanted to reach out to him, to bridge the gap between them, but she wasn’t sure how.Instead, she leaned back against the couch, her shoulder brushing against his arm. “Tell me more about you,” she said softly. “What else are you afraid of?”Nathan’s lips curved into a wry smile. “Now you’re just trying to embarrass me,