Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (4 page)

 
“Well your grandmother is not here, Olivia, and if you don’t do it, I shall beat you harder…” but Graeme was smiling.

 
Olivia smiled back at him. “I’ll try, Sir, and if I’m not doing it right, perhaps you could take your hand and show me?”

 
“Try on your own first, Olivia.”

 
Olivia rubbed her little nub with her right hand, while she tentatively dipped her left forefinger in and out of her slit.  It felt so good, that soon she had two fingers plunging in and out, faster and faster. Her breathing became heavier, and her eyes half closed…

 
“Open your eyes, Olivia, and look into my eyes…you’re doing well, pet, see, look down, my cock is almost hard enough now, ah, I see you like the look of that, Olivia…good…no, kitten, you can’t come, I’ll tell you when you can come, when I fuck you hard.”

 
He pulled her up and leaned her over one or the sofa’s wide arms, pulled her legs wide apart. She heard foil tearing and then, without warning he grunted and drove straight into her, hard and fast. He stopped abruptly and pulled out.

 
“Christ, Olivia, why didn’t you tell me you’re a virgin? How bloody old are you anyway?”

 
“Twenty, nearly twenty one. I started with the Bank when I was sixteen. Oh, please don’t stop, Sir, I want you so badly…”

 
“Right,” he grunted. “If you want it girl, you’re going to get it …”

 
He paused and smiled.
A virgin. The girl was a virgin, pure, untouched, clean!

 
“Yes!” he said to himself and yanked the condom off.

 
Graeme pulled her up and flipped her around so she was facing him and sank to the floor with her. They were lying on the plush oriental rug in front of the fire now.

 
“I can’t take your cherry without looking into your eyes, Olivia. Keep them open!”

 
Olivia stopped breathing as she looked into those bright blue eyes looming above her. His knee pushed her legs apart, and then there he was, poised at her entrance…she gasped….

 
He thrust back into her, and stilled, letting her body adjust to his girth, and when he decided she was ready he started to thrust harder and harder, deeper, faster.

 
The first drive of his shaft broke through her membrane, and she felt sharp pain, but then...then her hips started to move with his, and her breath grew ragged and the quivering started in her belly…and she could feel her muscles grabbing him, pulling him deeper, deeper…it was heaven…

 
“Come now, Olivia, come now, around me…” he ground deeper into her and filled her so completely. She felt herself convulse around his thick, long cock and shatter. Another thrust, and she felt him spurt into her womb…then she blacked out.

 
She came to in his arms lying beside him as he stroked her face softly.   “Oh, baby, that was so good. I haven’t had a virgin for so many years. You’re mine now, little pet, Mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you now…do you understand that?”

 
“Yes, Sir, I do.”

 
“You can call me Graeme again now, little pet.”

 
“Thank you, Graeme, for not stopping.”

 
“Thank you, kitten, for letting me take you. I’m amazed you’re here at all.”

 
“I find you very…compelling,” she said with a smirk.

 
He laughed. “You know, the girls at the Bank all think you’re very experienced. My cousin told me.”

 
Olivia giggled. “Do they? Well, they all talk about their love life and their boyfriends and husbands, and I have nothing to say because I don’t have a love life or a boyfriend, so I just try to look mysterious and keep them guessing…”

 
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

 
“My grandparents said I couldn’t go out with a man until I’m twenty one. My mother got pregnant and had me at sixteen, and then she dumped me with them and took off. We get postcards about twice a year…The last one was from Regina, in Canada.”

 
“Do you still live at home, then?”

 
“I did until just a few months ago. They moved into a care facility, and Grandfather found my bed-sitter for me in the paper. It was the cheapest rent he could find, so he took it over the telephone.”

 
“Ah…well, now we’re going upstairs to my bedroom, baby, and we’re going to do it again, in bed, but this time, I’ll be gentle.”

 
And he was. He kissed her and stroked her breasts, and sucked her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks with his tongue and skillful fingers. Her breath hitched and she felt those wonderful quivers starting in her belly again.

 
When he felt she was ready he entered her slowly, kissing her, stroking her breast, his other hand caressing her curves, and he moved slowly and  gently until their passion built and both lost control and exploded. They slept wrapped in each other’s arms.

THREE

 
Graeme woke in the morning refreshe
d
. He looked down at the young woman still sleeping, her head on his chest, her legs wrapped in his, and he smiled.

 
Oh, yes she may suit me very well. We’ll see how she does today. I thought I was only getting a night’s amusement, but I might have adopted a kitten...

 
Graeme smiled down at Olivia, rolled her on her back, and stroked her from her clit all the way back to that little rosebud he planned to conquer soon, touching her softly at first, and then with more firmness, and then his fingers were playing with her clit, and sliding into her velvet depths. 

 
Her eyes opened, confused at first, but then she realized where she was and she smiled up at Graeme. She was surprised but pleased she was still here with him. She’d thought he’d send her home in a taxi after...

 
He was pleased but not surprised as she quickly became moist and ready for him. 

 
This morning there were just simple, hard thrusts…she was tight, like a velvet glove squeezing his cock, and he loved it. They climaxed within seconds of each other. A sexual connection had formed between them, and it was satisfying to both of them.

 
Graeme drove her to her bed-sitter that afternoo
n
, and he went through her clothes. She had three skirts, three pairs of dark trousers, two blazers and several blouses and shirts, three cardigans, and two jumpers. All were very demure, to wear to the Bank, all a little old fashioned, dark and dowdy, all a size too big, and the skirts all covered her knees. She only seemed to have one pair of shoes for work, well-worn black pumps with a low heel and a beat-up pair of trainers. Her clothes were clean and neatly hung up. The only other items she seemed to possess were an old mackintosh, an equally old anorak, two hand knit pullovers and a pair of jeans. Oh, and two tee shirts that had probably come from a charity shop. Every item was at least one size too big for her. Her underwear was white, cotton, and unflattering.

 
He laid out five outfits for her to wear to work the following week.

 
“Christ, Olivia, that mini and those stilettos are so different to the rest of your clothes.”

 
“I got them at a charity shop, Sir, to wear last night. The mini was the only dress that was pretty enough. I never wore such a short skirt or high heels before. I practiced with the heels every night last week, so that I wouldn’t teeter all over the place and embarrass myself,” she told him shyly.

 
Graeme hid his smile, and stroked her hair absently.

 
“You’ll be working with a bunch of men now in Currency Trading, Olivia, and I don’t want them coming on to you. It will put you in a difficult position if they do, since you now belong to me. I’ve forbidden you to be rude to anyone, but if they come on to you, you will need to be, to discourage them. I will allow you to be rude to dissuade any advances, but that is all. Otherwise, from now on, you are the nicest and most polite employee of the Bank.”

 
“Yes, Sir, I will be. I’ll just keep my eyes down, and not look directly at any of them, shall I? Then they’ll probably ignore me.”

 
“You don’t have many casual clothes here, and except for this mini, no party clothes, Olivia. Only one pair of jeans, and two pullovers, and an old anorak. Don’t you go shopping for clothes? I thought all young women live to shop for pretty clothes. My daughters certainly do. Francine does.”

 
“No, Sir. I can’t afford them. I have to give most of my money to my grandparents, and I have to pay rent, my mobile phone, my bus pass, and food. There isn’t much left over for clothes. I save what I can for the sales, or go to the charity shops for my clothes. I mean, I’m nobody important, so my grandfather says it doesn’t matter what I wear as long as it’s modest.”

 
“Well, I’m going to take you to my club tonight, a reward for pleasing me. I’m going to let you satisfy your curiosity. I thought you would have something you could wear, but you don’t, so I guess we’re going shopping. And what I’m about to buy you will be anything but modest, pet.”

 
Olivia beamed at him. “Just remember my budget, Sir. I think I can afford about thirty pounds, if you think my shoes from last night will do.”

 
Graeme smiled at her. “Oh, those shoes will do just fine. And since I’m taking you to my club, I will buy your outfit, Olivia. I don’t think it’s something you would wear except to The Club. Put your jeans on, with that white shirt and your black blazer, and wear those shoes...No, pet, don’t button it to the top, leave the top three buttons undone. Take that bra off, you don’t need it today.”

 
Olivia dressed as he commanded. She’d never thought to mix her work clothes with her jeans. She looked more like the other girls she passed on the street now, more stylish. She smiled, pleased.

 
Grandfather would not approve of her wearing her work clothes except to the Bank, not at all. But Grandfather wasn’t here, and it was what Graeme wanted, and she so wanted to please Graeme...

 
He took her to a shop that she’d never seen before. It seemed to have only sexy clothes on display, and he picked out a very short Spandex black bandage dress. He came into the fitting room with her.

 
“Strip, Olivia. Everything off.”

 
Silently, cheeks flushed, she obeyed.

 
“Good girl. Even in this unflattering light you’re beautiful, pet. Now, put the dress on and turn around, I’ll zip you up.”

 
She turned around and faced the mirror. He stood behind her, and zipped up the skin tight dress. The square neckline was cut low, very low, so low the top of her nipples peaked out. The dress was even shorter than the mini she’d worn the night before. It ended scant inches below her bare bottom...she felt sexy for the first time in her life. Sexy, and vaguely wicked...

 
Graeme looked at their reflection with satisfaction. Her freshly shampooed hair floated around her shoulders like a pale blonde cloud. Her lapis eyes were wide, wonderstruck. He rested his chin on her head and palmed her breasts.

 
“You look lovely, Olivia. My friends will find you enchanting. Half my pleasure, little pet, comes from my friends admiring you.”

 
“Oh.” Olivia paused. “You did tell me that, last night, Sir. I accept that.”

 
Graeme smiled to himself. She was a brave pet, this little kitten.

 
He took her out for lunch, to a restaurant with a deck overlooking the river. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the prices on the menu. He smiled as she picked the cheapest item, shook his head and ordered a very expensive seafood salad for each of them with a bottle of Sancerre to accompany the meal.

 
Graeme was surprised at his delight in Olivia’s enjoyment of her food.

 
“So, you like shrimp and crab, my little pet?”

 
“Oh, Sir, I never had them before, and they are wonderful! And this wine...it’s so lovely.”

 
“You never had shrimp or crab before?”

 
“No, my grandfather said it was too expensive to feed me. When they had it, they used to give me fishpaste on toast...”

 
Graeme just shook his head and ordered lemon gelato for dessert...and then he took her home and back up to his bedroom. He’d save the training room until after he watched Olivia’s reaction to The Club.

  He undressed her slowl
y
, and tied her wrists above her head to the slats in his headboard, and spent the afternoon lazily exploring every inch of her skin with his fingers, his lips, his tongue. He stayed dressed, and drove her several times to the edge of satisfaction, each time to pull away, frustrating her greatly, waiting for her to still again, and then he began to stroke and lick and kiss...over and over and over...