Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (15 page)

 
And I think your cousin is so sexy,
thought Olivia to herself.

 
Olivia visited her grandparents at the care facilit
y
Saturday morning, and went along to the shops on foot to do a bit of shopping for her grandmother, some sweets, chocolate biscuits and a Battenberg cake for them to snack on in the evening, when they were glued to the television in their room. Her grandfather was having a good day. He didn’t shout at her or hit her. She was grateful.

It was a lovely day, and she decided to walk home. It was only a couple of miles…

  Olivia was window shopping, wishing she could afford the lacy bra and thong displayed in a lingerie shop window when her mobile rang. She was sure it was her grandfather, having remembered something else he wanted fetched, and summoning her to return and do his bidding.

 
“Hello?”

 
“Hello, kitten. Did you think of me?”

 
“Oh, oh, Graeme. Thank you so much for the roses. Such a lovely surprise to hear from you. Yes, of course I thought of you, but I’ve been working hard on my course, so that filled the evenings.

 
“Well, you can put it aside now. I’m home.”

 
“Amanda told us at tea you weren’t coming home until Monday, that you were spending the weekend in Geneva.”

 
“What Amanda knows might fill a thimble on a good day. I wasn’t even near Geneva. I went from Rome to our Paris Office for a management meeting yesterday afternoon and dinner with some of our French clients. I got home about an hour ago. Where are you?”

 
“I saw my grandparents this morning. I’m just walking back now. I’ll be home in twenty minutes.”

 
“I’ll pick you up then. Pack your toothbrush. You will stay with me until tomorrow evening. I want to train you. Eh, maybe you’d better bring that course with you. I want to see how you’re doing.”

 
“Yes, Sir.”

 
Graeme smiled when she came toward the car with a small gym bag and her pink roses.

 
“I brought them home with me, Sir, and I hope you don’t mind, but if I’m staying with you I wanted to bring them. Nobody ever sent me roses before, and they are so beautiful.”

 
“I’m glad you appreciate them, kitten. Now get into the car and let’s get home.”

 
Graeme’s training plan consisted of going over the course material with her for the next couple of lessons, then taking her downstairs and working on her oral skills for an hour, and then demonstrating his oral skills to her for the next. Then he fucked her, hard and fast, and they exploded together on the four poster bed.

 
They made dinner together, with her grilling steaks and making salad and Graeme supervising, and ate on the deck. It was lovely, sitting there with him, enjoying the warm summer evening, sipping a fine cabernet that he’d chosen to accompany the steak.

 
As they sat facing each other, soaking in the big tub filled with lavender, Graeme smiled at her, and murmured,

 
“I missed our baths, pet.”

 
“It’s lovely having baths together, isn’t it?”

 
“Mmmm, it is.  Oh, look what’s just popped out of the water,” he smirked.

 
Olivia giggled. “Well, I’ll have to do something about that, won’t I?” and she lowered her head and began to practice some more.

 
Sunday, he kept her in bed all day, showing her a beautifully illustrated copy of the
Kama Sutra
and working his way through some of the positions.

 
“Now you understand why you’re going to the gym, pet, don’t you? You need flexibility and stamina for this…”

 
“You have both in abundance, Sir,” she told him.

 
“Well, you are coming along. One of these days, you’ll be up to my standards,” he teased her, flipping through the book again. “Let’s try this one next, shall we?”

 
He kept her overnight Sunda
y
, and took her home to get some clothes for work, then drove her to the gym. When he came down a couple of hours later to see John Taylor, he didn’t even look at her, but as he walked out, and she was standing talking to Pat, Mr. Taylor’s P.A., he grabbed her ass and squeezed, hard. Nobody saw him, of course.

 
She didn’t hear from him Monday evening or Tuesday at work, and she was beginning to think he’d changed his mind about taking her to Belfast, but just before five, he called her extension and told her he’d pick her up at six in Hackney, and to be ready with her case, waiting in the foyer. They drove straight to the airport. He was on his mobile, patched through the car’s blue tooth connection, for the whole drive, conferring with one and another of their offices. They arrived at the private airfield where the Bank kept their plane and helicopter, boarded and were airborne by ten past seven.

 
The flight was not long, only an hour and a half, and Graeme was immersed in files the whole flight. She had brought her course along, for when he was in meetings, so she pulled out her study material and worked along with him. He glanced over and smiled at her studious expression.

 
Yes, he would keep her, at least for another month or two. Or even three.

 
A limousine was waiting when they emerged from the airpor
t
, and the driver opened the doors for them and bowed low.

 
“Mr. Browning,” he greeted. “So nice to see you again, Sir. Mrs. Green has everything just right for you. She’s prepared a nice little snack for you and your lady, in case you’re hungry after your journey.”

 
“Mrs. Green is the housekeeper of my estate here in Northern Ireland and James here is her husband. He doubles as chauffeur and butler,” Graeme told Olivia. “My family is half Irish and I inherited the property from my maternal grandmother. I often pop over here for a weekend when I need a break.”

 
“I thought we’d be staying at a hotel.”

 
Graeme just smiled.

 
Twenty minutes later, the Rolls pulled up to a wrought iron gate, James pressed a remote, and they glided through.  The house was very grand, with a circular drive in front. Even in the dusk, Olivia could appreciate the gardens surrounding the mansion.

 
“Oh, this is lovely,” Olivia told him as they sat in the breakfast room, enjoying the snack Mrs Green had prepared. “I didn’t expect a manor house like this in the country. I expected a hotel near to the Bank you’re going to visit.”

 
“No, pet, this is much more suitable for us. We even have a training room…”

 
“Oh…”

 
“Where we’ll go right now, it’s just off the bedroom, up these stairs to the second floor...my bedroom is behind that door….just go through, and here, to the back...that door is to the dressing room, but this door gets us to where I’ve been impatiently waiting to arrive....” And it was almost identical to the basement room in London.

 
“Take your clothes off, baby. I want to have your ass again. See if it’s as hot and tight as it was Sunday.  Is it a little sore today? I used it so much on the weekend I had to give you a bit of a break.”

 
“Not sore at all, Graeme.”

 
“Oh, dear. What did you just call me?”

 
Olivia’s mouth formed a big O. 

 
“
Sir
, I’m so sorry, I forgot my place.”

Graeme laughed. “Take your position on the bench. Six on each side, with the flogger, I think, to help you to remember that I’m always
Sir
in the training room. Any training room. You’ll find the flogger will sting tonight, pet, to help you remember.”

 
He didn’t bind her. She spread her legs wide and waited, and waited. She heard Graeme moving about, heard his zipper, and heard his clothes hit the floor. The wait was nerve-wracking. Would he never stop messing about and just get on with it? It was going to hurt, he’d said that, and she was getting more and more agitated.

  T
hen she felt the cold lubricating gel on her rosebud, and his thumb, working it around.

 
“I’ve decided not to punish you, kitten, not tonight. I think the anticipation of the flogger was punishment enough. I’m just going to fuck this tight, hot little ass instead. I’m going to fuck it hard, kitten.”

 
The head of his cock was pushing at her opening, and she pushed back against it, as he’d taught her and he was buried in her. One hand was on the middle of her back, holding her in position, and the other reached beneath her, stroking her clit.

 
She screamed with delight as he plunged deeper and deeper and finally shot his hot cream into her, filling her, as she convulsed into an intense orgasm.

 
They bathed together in the huge old-fashioned claw footed tub, with a different scented bath gel this time. Jasmine, he told her. As she rinsed the soap from his cock, it started to grow hard and long, and so, without a word, she lowered her head and took him in her mouth, her tongue caressing the head and shaft, sucking, licking, loving every wonderful inch she could take. He stroked her hair gently.

 
“That’s my little pet, pleasing me always.”

 
He pulled her head up and kissed her passionately, and then positioned her over him, and thrust up inside her until he was filling every inch.

 
“Ride me, baby, ride me like a horse. We haven’t done this yet in the bathtub, I think you may enjoy it. If you lean forward a little, my coarse hairs will stimulate your clit…that’s right baby, clench around my cock, grab me with your muscles, you are allowed to come, baby, anytime you like and as many times as you like tonight…”

 
Olivia exploded around her master’s cock and spasmed over and over. He pulled out of her and turned her around.

 
“I think I just rode a stallion,” she smiled at him shyly over her shoulder.

 
Graeme grinned back. His little pet was so charming, so very charming.

 
“Bend over, grab the end of the tub, baby. I’m going to have your ass again,” and before she could regain her breath, he’d plunged into her, using the bath gel as a lubricant on his cock.  In and out, hard and harder, and soon he came, and so did she, again.

 
The bed was huge, but they only used a small part of it, as they lay, intertwined, sleeping, dreaming.

 
Over breakfast the next mornin
g
, he casually told her what had happened with Linda, where she would really be working after she left the Bank.

 
“Oh, I thought she turned pale when she looked at you the morning after she’d been there.”

 
“Yes, well now you know why.”

 
“So she will be working at The Club?”

 
“Yes. She’ll help Michael in the office, and also as his sub when he teaches a class. A good solution, Olivia. She’s what Michael and I call a pain slut, not heavily, but somewhat. The pain is at least as important as the pleasure. Some women, and men, get off on the pain exclusively. Linda seems to produce a large amount of endorphins very quickly once the pain reaches a significant level, and goes into a sub high more easily that many. Michael said that was obvious when he started to spank her with his hand, then a paddle. He switched to the cane, and then she began to drip, she was so excited, and whimpered her pleasure. He tells me she likes fucking as much as the pain though...” Graeme added with a smirk.

 
“You, on the other hand, kitten, find my bare hand or a soft flogger highly erotic, and you fear pain, I can tell. I would never try to give you a sub high. I will only be giving you pain to punish you. Michael gives Linda pain to please her.”

 
“What you call a sub high, that’s what some of the books call subspace?”

 
“That’s right. But I don’t think you’d get there without severe whipping and you’d hate that. Linda only needs a mild caning…”

 
Olivia nodded. “I felt enough pain from my grandfather’s belt and my grandmother’s wooden spoon to last me, but your hand on me, stroking, then spanking, that is so erotic, somehow...”

 
“I know that Linda won’t want her family to know what she’s doing now, so her discretion will be assured. If I’d left her at the Bank, sooner or later the temptation to hint at secrets would get the better of her, and my privacy, our privacy, would be jeopardized. I will not have people talking about what we do behind closed doors.”

 
Olivia smiled at him. “A very clever solution, Graeme.”

 
“Thank you, I thought so as well. I had Michael suggest it, so she was even happier to do what I wanted. It’s what he wants as well. He’s captivated by her enthusiasm for him. And he says she sucks his cock beautifully.