All Chapters of The Billionaire's Submissive: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Oh yes, fuck me hard Tom.My goodnessRight there, just right there. Fuck me harderI’m going to cum all over you.Yeah… I want that. Fuck me, oh fuck me, I wanna come hard. I shut my eyes tight trying to drown their voices in my head but it was hard. He had done it again just like the last time and the time before that.I opened my eyes watching as the tears stained my cheeks and the mascara ran through my face. ‘Pathetic’ I thought to myself. My reflection of course did not say a word; after all, it was simply a blank canvas waiting for more makeup to paint across its tear-stained skin. I sighed heavily, wiping away another tear with the back of my hand. “Stop crying already,” I whispered to myself. Frustrated at the tears that kept streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe he had done it again. Well scratch that, I could believe it, but it just stung really bad as always. “How dare him?” I said once again to my reflection in the mirror, hoping for some sort of answer. My ref

Eve's POVI didn’t know that drinking a Martini could be so sexy until I met this stranger. He placed his lips on the edge of the glass, his eyes never leaving mine as he downed every drop of the liquid. Sticking his tongue out to lick the side of his glass where his lips had been, I felt a strange tremor fill me.All I wanted at that moment was to be that glass. It was like I was caught in a trance and the only thing I could see were him and his lips. It felt like we were in a different world.“Ah,this is my favorite song.Would you like to dance?” He was already dragging me out of my seat, letting me know that I didn't have a choice.I was very shy when it came to dancing in front of people, so much so that I didn't even dance in front of Tom and it was one of the things he complained bitterly about. He said that’s why he never invited me to any function with him but I knew it was just a lame excuse. Tonight, the story was going to be different. As Golden stared into my eyes and pul

Eve's POVEven though my breathing had calmed down and the world around me had stopped spinning, I still couldn't find enough power in my legs to stand up and make a move. I sat up on the bed immediately and put on my dress. I imagined my hair being tousled and my lipstick out of place. A chill breeze blew from nowhere causing goosebumps to arise on my pale skin. I shivered as anxiety coursed through me. My body felt weak and my legs felt jittery. Even if I didn't climax, I was satisfied in a way. I still couldn't believe a man like Golden had taken notice of me and he took good care of me. I glanced at him across the room as he tried to put the toys back in the drawer. He still had a stoic expression on his face.Who wouldn't be mad when they got interrupted at such a moment? My tits still poked hard at my dress and I rubbed them through the material to calm them down. We held eye contact and I could feel the room getting hot again. He dragged his eyes down my body and I could f

Eve's POV "Golden," Large hands caressed my skin, fingers running down the sides of my breasts, leaving a tingle in each trail. A soft sigh escaped my lips as my head dug deeper into the soft bed. Everything around me felt hazy, all I could hear was our breathing loud and clear into space. His caresses whispered of more pleasure to come. Pleasure I desperately wanted.  "Please," Golden chuckled, his large hands reached for my raging nipples, that begged for his attention. I sucked in a breath when his hands fondled and pulled at the nipples, pinching them.  "Oh!" "Mhmm," He hummed, reaching his hands down my belly. "You like that." "I do," I moaned, arching into his hands. " "Good girl, Spread your legs, Eve," He ordered.. With a soft cry, I parted my legs, watching

Eve’s POV“Some meeting came up at work, it’s urgent and I have to be there. Don’t wait up for me,” My eyes watered as I read the note Tom had left me, feeling my heart squeeze with pain. Business meeting? This late? I wasn’t a fool. My hands closed around the note, crushing it as I tried to rein in the sobs that threatened to spill from me. I failed however. The tears came rolling freely down my cheeks and I clamped a hand over my mouth. There was no business meeting, that much was clear, but still like a fool, I hoped that this time would be different. I hoped that there really was a meeting and he had to go. A loud honk downstairs proved me wrong. I would know that sound anywhere. It was the new car my husband had gotten to impress his recent whore. I walked quickly to the window, peering down at the carpark of the hotel we were in. S