Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (24 page)

 
They got down to the limousine waiting out front, and Graeme held Olivia’s elbow as he helped her into her seat.

 
“Oh, are we giving Olivia a ride home on our way to the airport?” said Linda. “That will save you the tedious bus ride, won’t it?”

 
“Have you ever been to Northern Ireland before, Linda?” asked Graeme, smiling.

 
“No, Graeme, I haven’t. I hear it’s very beautiful countryside.”

 
“It is around my estate. You thought so, didn’t you, Michael?”

 
“I enjoy it every time you invite me, Graeme. Though this time, we’re taking some considerable beauty with us, aren’t we?”

 
“Hmmm, we are. And you’ll love the house, Linda. I’ve told Mrs. Green to get the Rose Room ready for you two. It’s near to the master bedroom and my training room.”

 
“Training room? You have a training room in your country home?”

 
“Of course I do. Can’t let our little pets get out of practice, can we. And kitten wants us to let you experience an exquisite delight she loved the other night.”

 
“Have you ever taken Francine to Belfast, Graeme?” asked Linda. Olivia waited with baited breath...

 
“No. I’ve taken her many places on the continent and to New York, but never to Ireland. Carrie, my wife, was the only woman I ever took there before kitten.”

 
“You must miss Carrie a lot,” said Olivia softly.

 
“Not as much anymore,” smiled Graeme. “The first four years after her death I was immersed in my daughters’ lives and I thought of her all day long, and then I left England to get away from the memories of my marriage, but now that I’ve been back here a while, I’m starting to enjoy my life in Great Britain again.” The conversation flowed easily and Linda was surprised when they pulled up at a private airfield.

  “Oh, are we close to Olivia’s?” she asked.

  
Graeme smiled. “Olivia is coming with us, Linda. I thought you’d enjoy her company while Michael and I are otherwise occupied. We have to go over some expansion plans for The Club. Work starts Monday.”

 
They boarded the plane. The flight attendant placed the two girls side by side, while the men sat across from each other at a table and immediately pulled out some blueprints and began to discuss them.

 
“I wonder where his kitten is?” said Linda. “She must already be there.”

 
Olivia just smiled.

 
The plane took off, the attendant went through the safety procedures, and then, at a signal from Graeme, she brought everyone glasses of Cristal.

 
“To two lovely ladies,” toasted Michael. “You are both so beautiful, more beautiful even than the taste of this fine wine...”

 
Linda’s eyes misted over. “He’s so kind to me,” she whispered to Olivia.   “He gives me exactly what I need, always. Isn’t he charming?”

 
“He is,” agreed Olivia.

 
“I shall miss being with him every night once my course is finished. He’s given me the regular classes and private ones every night, every weekend, so I’m nearly ready to take a Master now. I’m glad I’ll be working for him, so at least I’ll still see him every day, even though I won’t be sharing his bed. But since he’s using me as his assistant to demonstrate how the Doms should treat a sub, at least I hope he’ll be personally showing them how to do everything....I don’t want to look for a new Master, Olivia. I just want Michael...”

 
“Don’t you think he may feel more for you than teacher/student?” asked Olivia. “He’s shown such great interest in you.”

 
“He says he loves my spontaneity, and love of life,” Linda sniffed, “and he thinks I’m quite sexy, I know, but because I can make his cock twitch and rise to the occasion any time I want to, which is often! Well, I can make it rise, but he decides how he’s going to use it, or even
if
he’s going to use it.

“I don’t mean to imply I have any control because I don’t, he has it all…I just mean he finds me sexy….

  “I know he’s enjoyed training me. But we’re nearly finished now.  He...he finished the anal training last night, Olivia. I hope he enjoyed it, taking my virginity. I know I did.”

 
“I’m sure he did, Linda. He’s had a very satisfied smirk on his face all evening.”

 
“He does have a satisfied smirk, doesn’t he? And he’s promised me a very sensual evening. I wish he’d collar me, Olivia, but Rod, the barman at The Club says Michael hasn’t collared anyone for years.”

 
“I’m a little curious about that myself, collaring,” admitted Olivia. “In the books, it’s usually the Dom who decides, but I read one series, an American series, where the girl was going through submissive training at a school, and she fell in love with the headmaster of the school, and she offered him her collar. That was the tradition at that school. The school gave her a beautiful collar to offer to the Dom of her choice, but when she gave it to Sir, he refused her...and broke her heart, but…no, I won’t tell you the rest, you have to read it yourself. I cried, it was so beautiful. Graeme must have loved Carrie that much. I mean, he married her and had two children with her.”

 
“Well, he didn’t love Francine that much, Olivia. Michael says she was always on about collars, admiring the heavily jewelled ones the subs wear for special occasions at our club, some of them, with wealthier Doms. But Graeme never responded, never gave her a collar. Michael says he was glad when Graeme started to train kitten. He’d been afraid Francine would wear his friend down, and Michael has the same opinion as me. Francine does care for Graeme, but she cares for his money more...”

 
The girls sat quietly, sipping the wonderful champagne, each lost in her own thoughts and dreams.

 
“Kitten must be in Ireland already,” said Linda at length. “I thought she’d be on the plane with us...”

 
Olivia smiled. “You haven’t figured it out yet, have you, Linda?”

 
Linda looked puzzled. “Figured what out?”

 
Graeme and Michael had folded the blue prints back up and packed them away. It wasn’t long until landing. They’d been quietly listening to the girls talking about collaring...and Francine.

 
They moved over to sit facing the two young women.

 
“So, you’re curious about collaring, are you Olivia?” smiled Michael. “Well, I’ve only ever collared two women, and I married the first one. Actually I choose both, they didn’t offer to me, but I was glad both accepted me. The first one was when I was very young, only twenty and she was older. It lasted four years, and then we just started to drift apart and she was offered a transfer to Glasgow, and we knew it was best to let each other go.  The second was when I was twenty seven, eight years ago now, but it only lasted a year. We had a one year contract, with the usual option to renew. She decided she didn’t want a full time relationship. We’re still good friends...She met an Australian bloke a couple of years ago and she’s in Sydney with him now. I hear they’re pregnant and getting married.”

 
“Would you do it again, Michael?” asked Graeme.

 
“What, get married again or collar someone? I would. I will, when the time is right, Graeme. I think it’s about time for me to start a family,” smiled Michael.

 
“I do like the sound of that tradition Olivia was talking about, the school giving a collar to any student who knows who she wants to be with at the end of the course. Some women should only be with one man, serve one man.” He looked fondly at Linda, but her eyes were down, and she didn’t see.

 
“I wonder if Ragnar has anything splendid in the back room of his jewellery shop that would be suitable for us to give to any student who wants it in the current course I’m teaching, Graeme. It finishes in a couple of weeks, you know.”

 
“He’s been working on some new designs, Michael, and some of them are very graceful. There’s one you might like, tiger’s eyes and topaz set in gold, with some diamonds and amber scattered throughout.” The men looked at each other and smiled.

 
“Sounds like it would go nicely with the tiger’s eye nipple clamps I picked up today for Linda to wear when we do that particular Master’s class,” grinned the blond hunk. “I brought them with me, for her to practice with in your training room...”

 
“How many women have you collared, Graeme?” asked Linda.

 
“I’ve never collared anyone, Linda. Carrie and I adopted this Lifestyle full time during the first year of our marriage, so it wasn’t necessary to make that commitment to her, I already had pledged to spend our lives together. I thought about giving Francine a collar, but I decided not to.”

 
“Have you only had two serious relationships then?” asked Linda.

 
“Carrie was a widow with two daughters when I married her. She was a few years older than me. I’d had a couple of serious girlfriends before I met her. We had a good nine years together, Carrie and I. When she died, I preferred not to get intimately involved with anyone else. I guess I’ve come closest with Francine, but as my daughters so eloquently pointed out, and my friend here kept hinting to me, she is mercenary, and the three of them, and my cousin Amanda, as you heard in the tea room, are all convince that if I wasn’t wealthy, she wouldn’t be as keen to be with me. Although, she certainly enjoys playing with me. I believe you picked up on that yourself, Linda.”

 
“Did you live together in Geneva?” asked Olivia softly.

 
Graeme smiled at her. “No, pet, I did not live with Francine. I saw her three times a week, unless we went away together of course, on holiday. I’ve only ever lived with Carrie.”

 
Three times a week, I was right, three nights is the limit to his intimacy. But by the time we get back to London, we’ll have been together for a week. A whole week. Oh my, I’d better be prepared for him to get all cold again Monday and ignore me for several days...but now I know three days is his limit, I can live with that.

 
“I thought Julia and Louisa were your daughters, yours and Carrie’s,” said Linda.

 
“I adopted them after we were married. But no, I haven’t had a child of my own yet. Carrie would have been guilty of statutory rape if they’d been my natural children. However...I’m very happy that my pet is probably pregnant now, you know. Like Mike here, I want a child, preferably a son, though I have nothing against daughters.”

 
Olivia turned pale and looked at him.

 
Five weeks. Five weeks without a period.

 
Oh! She was over two weeks late!

 
What would her grandfather say? He’d beat her with his belt! He’d knock her to the floor, and kick her and kick her and kick her….

 
She wouldn’t tell him, she couldn’t tell him.

 
“I’m hopeful that she is pregnant...there will be a nanny for the baby, of course, so that she has minimum interruption to her career.”

 
“You sound pretty happy about that,” smiled Michael.

 
“I am. I’ll be very happy for her to be the mother of my child, children perhaps.”

 
“Amanda will be shocked, if you become a single father,” giggled Linda.

 
“Amanda is easily shocked,” agreed Graeme. “But I think kitten will be shocked as well, to discover she’s pregnant, because I know the thought hasn’t crossed her mind yet. Yes, I think she’ll be very shocked, don’t you, Olivia?”

 
“Very shocked, very...”

 
“Well, I hope she is pregnant, but if she isn’t, she will be soon. I’ve been having her morning and night most days.”

 
“Anal sex doesn’t make a woman pregnant, Graeme,” smiled Michael drolly.

 
“No, it doesn’t, does it, but I’ve been enjoying her sweet velvet pussy as much as her wonderful ass...”

 
“I’m surprised you put breeding rights in your contract with kitten, Graeme,” remarked his friend. “Somehow, I just never imagined you wanting another child.”

 
“Contract?” asked Olivia, confused.

 
“Most Masters have a written contract with their pets, Olivia, outlining what are and are not acceptable practices. The contracts specify how long the relationship will last as well.  Isn’t that in your books?

“We do not have that. We discussed all the pertinent issues before we began our arrangement. I am totally in control, totally. It’s best for both of us. I know what’s best for us. I will decide when it’s time to end the relationship.”

  “Did you…did you have a contract with Francine?”

 
“Oh, yes, of course.”