Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (21 page)

 
Rose nodded. “I’m sure you’re correct, Olivia. Think of the liability The Club would endure if they did reveal anything about their members. Some of them might be well known.”

 
“Well, I’m still going to be lurking at the door at closing time,” said Amanda. “I want to see what she considers a hunk!”

 
“I may join you,” smiled Rose. “Just so we have something to tease her about...”

 
Olivia called Linda. “You will have a couple of stalkers at the door tonight when Michael picks you up, Linda. Amanda and Rose are planning to spy on you and tease you about him for the rest of the week. I don’t think they believe you when you say he’s a hunk.”

 
“Let them, he’s way more handsome and built than their men.”

 
“Amanda thought he might be the manager of the sex club. I told her there were two Michaels and you’d told me the one from the sex club shaves his head. I hope your Michael doesn’t?”

 
“No, he’s got a gorgeous head of blond hair, which he wears quite long. Thanks, Olivia. You’re a true pal.”

   Five to five: Amanda and Rose had grabbed their coat
s
and were in the lobby.

  
“If we stand here, behind the potted palm, we can see her but she won’t see us,” said Amanda, and the two spies planted themselves out of sight.

   
Four minutes to five
: An elegant silver Mercedes SLS AMG pulled up in front of the bank.

  
Three minutes to five
: Graeme walked toward the Bank with another man. He saw the car, and waved at the driver, who got out and shook hands with Graeme and his companion. The driver was drop dead gorgeous with almost shoulder length blond hair and a physique to die for.

   
The three men stood in deep conversation.

   
Five on the dot
: Linda came flying out the door, the driver of the Mercedes, true film star material, saw her, and his face lit up into a huge smile. He walked over and gave her a steamy kiss, then took her hand and led her back to Graeme. More conversation and laughing, and then the handsome, hunky driver with the lion’s mane of blond hair walked round and opened the passenger door for Linda, again kissing her lingeringly as he tucked her lovingly into the vehicle. They drove off.

  
“Well, did you see that?” said Amanda. “Linda’s boyfriend must be a friend of my cousin!”

  
“So much for him being the manager of a sex club, eh?” agreed Rose, “but she’s right, he’s a hunk. God, he’s handsome, isn’t he?”

  
They stepped into the lobby just as Graeme entered on his way back up to his office.

“Graeme,” called out Amanda.

“Yes, Mandy?” He turned away from the elevators and walked toward them.

“Who was that Linda was with? He’s certainly handsome. You seem to know him.”

“Michael? He’s a good friend of mine. Owns a chain of men’s fitness centres. Nice guy. I think he and Linda are well suited. He’s very serious about her. He got her the new job, you know.”

“Oh,” Amanda and Rose were quite deflated. “Er, thanks...”

Olivia had been standing at the Newsagent’s Kiosk, and giggled to herself. Her calls to Graeme and Michael had worked very well. She slipped into the stairwell and walked up to the top floor of the adjacent car park. The only car still there was Graeme’s. She leaned on the wall, and pulled her kindle out of her bag. Twenty minutes later when he silently approached her she was engrossed in her book.

“I’m not sure I like you waiting here for me any more than I like you walking about your neighbourhood at night,” he said, startling her.

“Oh, well...the top three floors are reserved for bank employees, aren’t they? The cars have to have the code to get up here.”

“You are so naive, kitten. Anyone could get up here by using the stairs from the Bank‘s lobby, just as you did, or by walking up the ramp.”

“You’re right, as usual,” she said. “But at least it’s still light. I’ve been reading while I’ve been waiting for you.”

He just shook his head at her. But he had a smile playing at the corner of his lips, so she didn’t think he was angry with her.

They drove home via her bed sitter, and she picked up tomorrow’s clothes, and the next day’s.

“It’s starting to get chilly,” he remarked as they walked from the car into his townhouse. “I think autumn is in the air.”

“It is,” agreed Olivia. “I love all the leaves changing color, don’t you? I think I may go for a walk through Kew Gardens on the weekend and enjoy the sight.”

“I think we should walk around the grounds in Belfast on the weekend, and enjoy that sight. We’ll fly over Friday evening, and come back early Monday morning in time for work.”

“Oh, Graeme, that sounds wonderful.”

“It’s a reward.”

“A reward?”

“The Bank gets your course marks before you do. You had three perfect lessons, kitten.”

“Did I?”

“You worked very hard, didn’t you?”

“I did. I’ve only got two done since then. I want to get all ten in before the end of October, so that I can write my license and then relieve on the desk when the men want a coffee or a long lunch.”

The housekeeper had left a chicken pie in the oven for their dinner. She’d laid two places in the dining room.

Sitting on Olivia’s plate was a gift wrapped box.

She looked at Graeme, puzzled. It wasn’t her birthday.

“Er, it’s a present, to say I’m sorry…open it, will you?”

Olivia carefully
unwrapped the gift. It was a Nikon digital camera.

She jumped up and hugged him, kissed him, and with tears in her eyes, said, “Oh,
Graeme, that is….I’ve never had such a gift in my life! Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.”

“I heard Rose tell you that you should get a real camera because you seem to have some talent for taking photographs. Perhaps after you finish the trading course, we’ll enroll you in some photography classes, shall we?” he said gruffly. “Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Graeme poured them each a glass of wine, and they lingered over coffee after, chatting about Graeme’s travels. He’d been everywhere, she thought.

“What are your hobbies, Olivia?” he asked her.

“Reading mostly. I was dead lucky last Christmas. The Staff Social Committee was selling raffle tickets to raise money and I won my Kindle and it came with a hundred pound gift certificate from Amazon. So I was able to load it up with lots of books, and of course then I found out I can get free books on just about every subject that you can imagine! I can even get those books I love sometimes! It’s so light and fits into my handbag easily, so I can read anywhere…”

“And nobody can see you reading all those sexy books, can they Olivia?” he teased.

Later, he took her into the training room
,
and strapped her to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Then he put the silver nipple clamps on, tighter than he had the gold ones, and put the chain in her mouth.

“I haven’t paid enough attention to training your tits, kitten. This is all about your tits. You have complete control, with that chain in your mouth. If you pull up with your head, you should get a pain that flows to your hot little cunt, and makes you come, if you do it enough. The pain releases endorphins that enhance your enjoyment. I’m going to give you some incentives, baby. If you can give yourself an orgasm playing with that chain, you’ll get fucked twice. While I’m fucking your ass, Michael will be fucking your wonderful velvet cunt...”

Olivia’s eyes widened.

“Ah, so you’ve read about ménage?”

Olivia nodded.

“So, play with the chain, baby, move your head around, see what you can do...”

The door to the training room opened just then, and Michael walked in. He smiled appreciatively at the sight of Olivia strapped to the Cross.

“Oh, Graeme, she looks delicious. Love those nipple clamps, they match her eyes, don’t they?
Ragnar?”

“Who else?”

The men started to take their clothes off. Olivia watched, fascinated. Michael was thicker, but Graeme was longer...and she was getting very wet, very wet, as Graeme wandered over to the sound system and started flipping through a stack of DVD’s. Olivia turned her head to watch him, and oh! The pain shot through her nipples as they jerked to the side to follow her head, and it was as if there was a direct pipeline of desire surging to her centre, and oh! Ohmy ohmy ohmy! She turned her head sharply to the other side, and wow.....owww.....owww.....oh...oh....oh...Oh!

Up...ah...that was ... nice...very nice...owww...ah....

She could feel the trickle of arousal dripping down her leg....ooooh.

She wrapped the chain around her tongue, making it shorter, the pulls harder, the pain sharper, the thrill stronger. Her pussy walls were starting to quiver...harder now, and faster, faster, pull harder, pull faster...oh...she hadn’t ever thought she could do this to herself....she began to understand Linda and pain and pleasure and oh, oh, oh. Oh OH OH!!!!! She could almost see stars, almost see stars.              

Pull harder, ‘Liv, pull harder, harder......aaahhh....the stars....

The next thing she knew, Michael was unstrapping her hands and Graeme was unstrapping her feet, and they were rubbing her, bringing her circulation back. The clamps were gone now, and each man took a breast and massaged it, sucked it, laved it, restored the circulation to her nipples.

They felt so different. It was strange, feeling two mouths, two techniques on her breasts. But it was so good, so erotic.
So stimulating.

Then Graeme kissed her deeply, and smiled into her eyes.

“That was beautiful, kitten, so beautiful...I’ll have to have you do that on stage at The Club, for everybody to see how beautiful you are. That was some climax, baby...”

Next Michael kissed her deeply. “Oh, kitten, thank you for sharing that with us. You are awesome! So sexy, so responsive, oh kitten, no wonder Graeme thinks you’re so sweet, so special.”

“And now it’s time for your reward, sweetheart,” smiled Graeme. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen now.  Michael is going to lie on his back on the bed, and you are going to ride him, like the stallion he is. He’s thicker than I am, baby, and he’ll stretch you wider and fill you so well. You’re going to love it. And when he’s properly in you, I’m going to fill your ass, and you’re going to feel the two of us, sweetheart, pounding into you, making you so satisfied, and you’re going to come and come and come....”

Michael smiled up at her as he
positioned himself on the bed.

“
Are you good with this, Olivia?”

“Oh, yes...Graeme said it would happen one day, that I’d be here with the two of you, and I think it’s going to be better than the books...”

“It is, baby, it is,” smiled Graeme. “But I think Michael doesn’t look quite ready, kitten. Can you help him get harder? He needs to be very hard...”

Olivia knelt between Michael’s legs and took his huge throbbing head into her mouth. He filled her mouth more than Graeme did, but she did her best, and kissed, and licked, and sucked, and felt him swell even more. Her mouth was stretched, and ached, but she kept going, until Graeme pulled her back up, and said, “I think if you do that any longer, pet, Mike’s going to explode, by the look on his face. Let’s get you straddling him now, baby, and we’ll slip that wonderful cock into your dripping cunt, shall we?”

“Please,” said Olivia. “I want him inside me, I want you inside me, I want to be between you....” She felt wanton, sexy, excited, scared....but most of all ready...Graeme handed Michael a foil package, and she watched, fascinated, as he rolled the condom onto that wonderful cock.

Graeme’s hands were gentle as he placed her over Michael’s throbbing, red head, and he played with her clit with his left thumb and caressed her right breast, as his friend eased his sheathed shaft into her velvet depths. She started to ride him, her hips moving with the man under her, in total unison.

“Lean forward, baby, so that I can get into your ass. You know how you love me in your ass, well this will be twice as good, sweetheart, twice as good...”

She felt the lubricant as his thumb press onto her rosebud, then in, and then Michael was kissing her, and exciting her nipples again, and she felt Graeme hard against her.

“Push back baby, push back...good kitten, good so good so good...ah my perfect little pet...is this good, baby? Is it too much...?”

“No...No...Not.
Too. Much. It’s perfect...perfect. I...I never knew I could feel like this...”

The men were thrusting into her in perfect harmony, first one, and then the other and she felt them rub against each other, separated only by that membrane. 

It was…it was...it was wonderful, wonderful...marvellous.   Graeme’s lips were on her back, Michael was laving her neck, her throat, and their hands, their hands were making her feel sooo good, sooo good, oh...ohmy.....Ohmygod! There weren’t just stars, there were fireworks, and stars, and galaxies all around her and her climax just kept getting bigger and bigger and...and then they’d still, and let her explode around them, and let her quiet, and then they’d start again, and do it again and again, until the excitement built to such a pitch that all three came within strokes of each other, and her ass was filled with Graeme’s cream so deep, so deep.