Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (13 page)

 
“Yes, I went. It’s very nondescript from the outside, but just like every club in the books inside-- dark, sexy, a bar, a dance floor and some private rooms. They even have like a theatre area, with seats on risers and a stage. But before I saw any of that, he took me straight into his office. And then, he gave me a non-disclosure agreement to sign before I could have my tour. Man, is that guy sex on a stick!”

 
“Did you sign?” asked Rose.

 
“Is the Pope Catholic? Of course I signed, that’s what I was there for, wasn’t it? To have a look.”

 
“And?”

 
“He gave me a tour, and bought me a drink at the bar and we talked about the fact that I’d told my pals at work what I was going to do, and he told me exactly how much I could share with you.”

 
“And how much was that?” asked Olivia.

 
Linda laughed.

 
“Not much!”

 
“What did you wear?” demanded Amanda.

 
“A black sheer shirt unbuttoned but tucked in, no bra, my shortest mini, fishnet stockings, and my highest red heels. I still felt overdressed for the club.”

Linda didn’t add that Michael had looked at her, laughed and taken that shirt off, and her thong, and had kissed her
thoroughly before they left the office for her tour.

 
She didn’t add that it was the most exciting kiss she’d ever had.

 
“And what happened? What did you do?”

 
“Well, I had a gin and tonic. Michael didn’t have alcohol. He doesn’t before he’s involved in a scene, he said. He’s so handsome. Wow. And built. He must spend hours in the gym. The bartender was pretty good looking as well, and the doorman looked like a weightlifter. Nobody gets into that club unless they are a member or by invitation, believe me. He even checked my picture identification at the door!”

 
“Don’t tease us, Linda. What else can you tell us?”

 
“Not much. I can’t ever say who I see there, but there were some well known faces enjoying the facilities The Club offers, let me just put it that way.”

 
“Did you see people doing the things in the books?”

 
“I guess I can say yes to that.”

 
“What?”

 
“That I can’t tell you. Read the books and use your imagination.”

 
“Did you try anything yourself?” asked Amanda, laughing, “Beside the gin and tonic and admiring this Michael fellow, I mean…”

 
Linda blushed deep red and said nothing.

 
“You did! You must have!” squealed Amanda. “Tell, tell, and let us live vicariously!”

 
Linda just shook her head and her blush spread down her neck.

 
“Did you let him spank you?” giggled Rose? “Or was it more intimate?”

 
Linda buried her head in her hands.

 
“Come on, girls, lay off. We’re embarrassing her. She doesn’t ask you what you do in your bedroom, Rose.”

 
Olivia let her annoyance spill into her voice. She didn’t think Graeme would mind, in this case.

 
Graeme, standing with his back to them at the counter near them, listening to the conversation, was proud of his little pet. He was also pleased that Linda was keeping her lip buttoned.

 
“Hmmm, I just cottoned on to something you said, Linda,” smiled Rose. “You said… who I
see
there…not who I
saw
there. Does that mean you plan to join this club? Are you going back?”

 
Linda looked panic-stricken.  Olivia jumped to her rescue.

 
“Rose, you misheard her. How could you even
imagine
Linda would join that club? I distinctly heard her say
who I’d
seen
there
.”

 
Linda looked at her gratefully. “Yes, Olivia, you heard me correctly and Rose wasn’t listening very closely.”

 
Graeme thought it was time to interrupt this conversation. He wandered up to the table.

 
“Good morning ladies. How are you enjoying Currency Trading, Olivia?”

 
“Very much, Sir.  I really love it, and I hope I’m fitting in well.”

 
“John Taylor is very pleased with you, and so is Accounting. The mistakes seem to have stopped. We’re in good stead with the Exchange. I’ve authorized another raise for you, Olivia.”

 
“Oh, thank you so much Mr. Browning.”

 
“John tells me you’re taking some days off next week, to see family?”

 
“Yes, Sir, I am.”

 
“Well, be prepared for lots of overtime when you get back. John and his P.A. say they’re leaving all the reports on your desk to be finished on your return.”

 
Olivia smiled. “Mr. Taylor made that very clear, Sir, when he authorized my time off.”

 
Linda looked up at Graeme and turned pale. He paused, and remembered what she might have seen on Michael’s office wall. He looked at her coolly.

 
“Oh, Linda, can I see you in my office when you’ve finished your tea, please?” He walked off.

 
Amanda was aghast. “Oh dear, Graeme must have heard us teasing you when he was getting his cup of tea. I hope he didn’t hear me ask you if you’d been to a BDSM club! He’s so straight-laced, he wouldn’t approve at all.”

 
Linda was grey. “I’d…best go see what he wants.”

 
She knocked tentatively on Graeme’s door.

 
“Come in. Ah, Linda, close the door behind you.”

 
“Yes, Mr. Browning.”

 
“Sit down, girl.”

 
“Yes, Mr. Browning.”

 
She sat on the edge of the chair.

 
Graeme smiled.

 
That cane must have had a lasting effect.

 
“Now, why did you turn ashen when you looked at me in the tea room?”

 
She looked at the floor.

“Speak up, Linda, or I shall have Michael cane you more harshly next time.”

 
Her head shot up, her mouth gaped open. “You know what I did?”

 
“Since you obviously saw the business license hanging behind Michael’s desk with his and my names on it, you now know that I am joint owner of
The Hedonist’s Pleasure
. The penny dropped when you saw me in the tea room, didn’t it?”

 
She nodded. “Yes.”

 
“Yes,
Sir
. You will call me Sir, the same as you call Michael now.”

 
Linda gulped. “Yes, Sir.”

 
“And it can’t be too much of a stretch for you to deduce that since my partner called me and told me an attractive young lady who works for me at the Bank had visited The Club and enjoyed the spanking room and a
full
range of activities with him in there, that I would know about your little adventure?”

 
“I suppose he told you everything?”

 
“Oh, yes, he told me everything. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

 
“I thought I was just curious, but it was like a door opening to me. I never thought it would be so…so satisfying!”

 
“It might be quite difficult to have you working here at the Bank, now that you know a little of my private life.”

 
“Please, Sir. I can’t afford to lose my job.”

 
“No, I don’t suppose you can. Well, Linda. No gossiping. One hint and you are gone.”

 
“Thank you, Sir. I’m so grateful.”

 
“Going back tonight are you?”

 
“Dom Michael says he will take me on and train me as a submissive so that I can find a good master, Mr. Browning, Sir. He’s letting me join the submissive’s course The Club runs. He says he will give me private lessons, to catch up to the other girls.”

 
“I’m surprised you can afford the tuition, Linda.”

 
“Oh…Dom Michael never mentioned tuition. Is…is it very expensive?”

 
“Yes.”

 
“Oh…”

 
Graeme smirked. “Don’t worry about it Linda. Since you’ve promised me that you are going to be discreet, I will look after the tuition fees for you. I may even
test
you myself, to see how much you’re learning.

 
“Oh...thank you, Sir.”

 
“But one word here at the Bank and your course stops and you will be sacked.”

 
“Of course, Sir. Thank you so much.”

 
“So, Michael is offering you private tuition to catch up with the other girls, is he?”

 
“Yes, he says the course is two hours, and then he will give me private training afterwards, to catch up the lessons they’ve already had. It’s so kind of him, Mr. Browning, Sir.”

 
“Yes, Michael enjoys the training process very much.”

 
“Can I, can I serve you in any way, Sir? That’s what I learned to say to my Master last evening, Mr. Browning,” asked Linda in a very husky voice. The relief at not being sacked was so obvious on her expressive face.

 
Graeme smiled. “No thank you, Linda. I’m well looked after by my own pet. Very well looked after. You can go now. Tell the girls that I thought your skirt was too short for the office. It is. Don’t wear it again.”

 
Lunch time came and the four girls gathered to go shopping. Linda told them Graeme had chastised her about the shortness of her skirt. She said she was going to buy a longer one while they were out.

 
The shops were crowded. Olivia found a blue sprigged sundress on sale for half price. It was the prettiest dress she’d ever contemplated buying, with spaghetti straps, pearl buttons down the front and a short full skirt trimmed with white eyelet lace. Her grandfather always made her buy dark colours, serviceable clothes just for work.  She hoped her Sir would find her appealing when she wore in to dinner in Belfast.

 
She hoped it would fit her properly. It was a smaller size than she usually bought, but the sales clerk said it would fit her.  Linda found a longer skirt.

They waited for empty fitting room
s chatting away about everything but what Linda did last night.

 
“You two know each other, don’t you?” said the clerk.

 
They nodded.

 
“Well, that large dressing room in the corner is vacant if you want to share it.”

 
“Might as well,” said Linda.

 
Olivia stared at the thin red welts crisscrossing Linda’s upper thighs and buttocks, visible because she was wearing a thong.

 
“Oh, Linda, did he use a cane on you?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.  “That must have hurt!”

 
Linda smiled. “It did, but the pain does turn to pleasure, you know, just like the books say and my pussy was just dripping and when it was over, the caning, he fucked me and it was the most satisfying sex of my life.

 
“I didn’t know how mind-blowing an orgasm could be, Olivia. I’d only ever had little ones before.

 
“I knew I’d love it, Olivia. The punishment in the books turns me on. Of course, the kinky sex is good too…and now I know just how marvellous the bondage can be too. Graeme Browning would sack me if he knew I talked to you about this sort of thing…”

 
“I’m not going to gossip, Linda.”

 
“I know. You don’t say much, really. Everybody makes assumptions about you, but you’re really very closed-mouth, you know.”

  Olivia rode the bus home to her bed-sitte
r
. She hadn’t heard from Graeme all afternoon. She’d thought, after last night and this morning, that he would tell her to meet him at his car, but not a word…she didn’t even know what the arrangements were for next week. Perhaps he’d changed his mind and didn’t want to take her to Belfast.

 
Graeme had gone to see Michael at The Club.

 
“I was right, Mike. Linda saw the business license and put my name together with it at tea this morning.”

 
“Too bad. Well, I called her as you asked. She’s coming straight from work. I expect she’ll be here shortly. I totally understand why you can’t have her working at the Bank after this. And we’ve been talking about hiring a P.A. here for months now, haven’t we? So it kills two birds with one stone giving her the job.”