Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (25 page)

 
Olivia shut up. She remembered a conversation they’d had, when he told her if she was pregnant, the child would be well looked after.

 
No, he’d said
when
she was pregnant, hadn’t he? She believed him that the baby would be very well looked after. And she was used to looking after herself.

 
Nanny for the baby, minimum interruption to her career? His words took on new meaning.

 
Probably he planned to keep the baby himself, raise it himself. She hoped he would let her visit her baby often. She wasn’t like her mother, she could not abandon her child...she didn’t know if she would let him keep the baby himself. He could be the one to visit it often, as often as he liked. If he would pay for a nanny, surely he’d see his baby had somewhere safe and respectable to live.

 
The plane landed. James was there to meet them. He beamed at Olivia and greeted her first. “Miss Stone! So lovely to see you again. I hope I’ll be driving you around to see more of Northern Ireland this weekend, I did so enjoy being your tour guide while Mr. Browning was buying the Bank.”

 
Graeme smiled at James. “And hello to you, too, James. No you won’t be playing tour guide this trip. I’ll be driving Olivia and my friends anywhere they want to go. This is pleasure, not business this weekend. You’ve met Michael before, many times, and this is Linda, his girlfriend.”

 
James smiled and said hello, and then he turned back to Graeme, and grinning from ear to ear told him, “I put a fifty pound note on that horse running in the Cup last Saturday, just like you told me to, Sir. Paid 55 to 1, just like you said. Won a packet, I did!”

 
“You’ve been here before, Olivia?” said Linda. “Oh...”

 
“Yes,” smiled Graeme. “She’s been here before, and she’ll be here many times in the future, won’t you, kitten?”

 
The expression on Linda’s face was a Kodak moment. For once the vivacious brunette was silent.

SIXTEEN

  Dinner was a happy affai
r
. Mrs. Green had produced an enticing array of foods laid out buffet style, since they were eating late. Linda was a little surprised to see that there was no wine accompanying their food.

 
“You had champagne, baby, on the plane, and we want your head clear for what’s going to happen to you next,” Michael told her.

 
Linda looked at him quizzically.             

 
“We’re going into the training room, soon, Linda. I think you’re going to enjoy yourself very much, pet.”

 
Pet!
That was the second time Michael had called her
pet
. Linda tried not to get her hopes up. He probably was calling her pet just for this weekend away...

 
Olivia and Graeme smiled at Michael who was smirking from ear to ear. Linda’s face was so expressive that they could all read her thoughts. Her joy at being called pet was so beautiful, Olivia thought.

 
Graeme led the way to the training room, and instructed the two girls to go inside, undress and kneel by the door, awaiting their masters.

 
“Tell Ragnar to get that tigers’ eye collar done next week, will you, Graeme? I’m going to need it, I think,” said Michael quietly.

 
“Are you going to let her give it to you?”

 
“I’m going to get the name of that book from Olivia and make it required reading for my sub class. Then, I’ll ask my students if they want a collar to present to the Dom of their choice. If she doesn’t take it, it will only be because she’s too scared I might refuse her. I hope by the time we leave here Monday morning, she’ll know I wouldn’t. But if she is too shy, then I’ll collar her at her graduation ceremony. One way or another, that little girl will officially be mine.”

 
“That’s good, Michael. I haven’t seen you this happy for years.”

 
“Nor I, you, Graeme. Olivia suits you. She’s so in love with you, you know.”

 
“I do know, of course I know. I don’t know that I like that, it makes her so vulnerable, and I don’t want to break her heart.”

 
“Why would you break her heart, Graeme? You said on the plane you want her child...”

 
“Wanting her child and wanting to be tied down are two different things, Michael. For now it’s great, but what if she tires of me, or I of her? She’s so much more intense than Carrie. More work...”

 
Michael gave his friend a measured look. “I know you loved Carrie, but I always wondered if you were really in love with Carrie? You were only twenty one when you married her, and she was pushing thirty. Perhaps it was the family situation you loved. You adore your daughters, have since the day you met them, haven’t you? I think they had a lot to do with you getting married to Carrie. I wonder if you’ve ever been
in love
, Graeme.”

 
“I don’t know that I have, Mike,” admitted Graeme. “I cared for Francine, had a lot of affection and appreciation for her, and yet when I was thinking of marrying her, it was somewhat out of loneliness, I know that now. But that’s passed. I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

 
“How long haven’t you felt lonely, mate? Perhaps since you started to train your new little pet? Think about it, Graeme. You may be in denial. Perhaps you fear that
you
might be vulnerable?”

 
Graeme shook his head. “Mike, your imagination is running away with you. Come on, let’s go introduce your pet to the delights of two men. Got the condom in your pocket for me to use?”

 
They sat Olivia on the heavy mahogany table after they had shackled Linda to the St. Andrew’s Cross and made sure that her new tigers’ eye nipple clamps and chain were properly in place. Graeme stood behind Olivia, his hands on her shoulders.

 
“Olivia suggested that you do this, Linda,” smiled Michael. “She experienced it the other evening, and said you might love it.”

 
Graeme explained to Linda how she could excite herself with the nipple clamps, and what her reward would be when she brought herself to climax.

Her eyes grew wide with anticipation. “If you’re not getting there, Linda, Just nod three times toward Kitten, and she will show you with her head how she moved her chain to achieve shooting stars...”

  But Linda didn’t need any coaching. She’d read about this in two or three books herself, and she knew exactly what to do, how to jerk her chin, how to wrap the chain tighter, and she loved the pain, loved the pain,
loved the pain
, for her nipple clamps bit far more than Olivia’s had. The jagged spikes of arousal were flowing like an electric current to the apex of her thighs every time she pulled on that chain and caused the most exquisite pains to shoot out from her tortured nipples…Michael knew just what
his
pet needed. Linda was soon seeing stars...

 
When they led her to the bed, Olivia held her breath. Who would be on the bottom? Who would claim Linda’s ass?

 
Kitten breathed a sigh of relief. Graeme was lying down on the bed, and he glanced over at her, and smiled, as he stroked himself, making himself ready, his eyes burning into hers. She watched as he tore the foil package open, and rolled the condom down his nine inches. She was sure he was nine inches, no matter what he claimed.

 
Thank goodness, he wasn’t planning to impregnate Linda, only his own little kitten.

 
Olivia placed her hands tentatively on her tummy, and her expression turned to confusion, then wonder, then she smiled at the thought of Graeme’s baby. Graeme, watching, wondered why he suddenly felt choked up...

 
But Michael was positioning Linda over him now, and he had a job to do, so he tore his eyes away from his blonde, sweet, sweet, kitten, and concentrated on the dark amber eyes above him.  He started to thrust, slowly, as she lowered herself, inch by inch down his impressive cock.  Linda’s eyes closed and she arched her back…

 
“Her nipples, Graeme, suck her nipples, bite them, and twist them until the pain shoots down from them again to her cunt…she loves that, don‘t you my little pet?”

 
Graeme took Linda’s breast in his mouth and began to suck hard, biting gently, squeezing…and while she was concentrating on Graeme’s lips, his tongue, his teeth, Michael was oiling his cock, and his fingers, and was playing with her ass, and pushing past her tight ring, first with one finger, then two, then three, and soon Linda was impaled between her Master and Graeme. Within moments she was in ecstasy as they stroked into her in harmony, first one, then the other, and they brought her to orgasm, then stilled, until she calmed, then did it again and again and again until all three were about to explode. 

 
As they brought Linda to her final peaks, and Michael found his own release, Graeme glanced over at Olivia, who sat watching with a bitter sweet smile.

 
The effect was the same as thinking about her at The Club the other Sunday night with the two subs. Graeme did not want to come. He did not want to enjoy orgasm anywhere but inside his little pet...

 
Olivia watched as the two men cuddled Linda after, praising her, and giving her their undivided attention.

 
That was beautiful, ’Liv, it was, but I wish, I wish it had been me that my Master had come inside
...but I’m so happy he was on the bottom, not claiming Linda’s ass. I only want him in my ass, that intimacy belongs to me...oh, who am I kidding, he’s told me he’s in complete control. He’ll take any ass he damn well pleases.

 
Michael picked Linda up and carried her out to their bedroom.

 
Graeme stayed on the bed, smiling, his eyes close
d
. Olivia didn’t know what to do, should she speak? Should she move?  She watched, mesmerized, as he peeled the condom off, and dropped it onto the floor. It was empty.

 
Graeme had not come
....

 
He hadn’t sought his own release inside Linda. He was still hard
.    Oh...ohmy...ohmy, how his eyes were blazing as they swept her, head to foot
.

 
Graeme lazily rose and yanked the sheet from the bed, leaving the leather covered mattress bare. He walked over to the chest, and in the bottom drawer were more sheets. He had the mattress recovered in seconds and looked over at Olivia.

 
“Your turn now, baby. You don’t think I’m mean enough to have you watch all that and not satisfy you as well, do you?”

 
Olivia smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

 
He picked her up from the table and laid her in the middle of the bed.

 
“Put your arms above your head, Olivia, I’m going to shackle you to the bed.”

 
Olivia felt him fasten her wrists into leather cuffs, and tighten the chains, then her ankles. She was spread, open, all of her totally visible and available to his eyes and his touch. He looked down at her from the foot of the bed, pleased, a lascivious smile lurking on his lips, his eyes glowing.

 
“Beautiful, Olivia, so beautiful, so beautiful...but I want you to feel all this, really feel it, so I’m going to blindfold you, pet. Your senses will be keener, your sense of touch will be enhanced...” and he was beside her head and slipped an eye mask over her closed lids.

 
Olivia heard him step away from the bed, and then the music started.

 
“I thought I’d play
Spem in Alium,
baby, since you enjoyed reading
Fifty Shades
so much. I’m so happy you read that trilogy, it started you on this journey with me, didn’t it?”

 
“Yes, Sir, it did,” she murmured.

 
“Well, do you remember the scene where Christian had a fur glove?”

 
“Yes, Sir, I do,” she answered.

 
“This is what a fur glove feels like, baby...” and she felt the fur, so soft, so erotic all over her, as Graeme softly caressed her entire body. Her arms, her throat, her breasts, her torso, her legs all luxuriated under the gentle touch of Graeme in the fur glove.

 
The fur disappeared, and she felt the fronds of his suede flogger running up and down her legs, the inside of her thighs, over her mound,  her tummy, , her breasts, then up along the inside of her arms. She waited, with breath held, for the softly stinging blows to rain down on her, bringing the blood to the surface, sensitizing her even more...and then he started, softly, so softly, then a little more faster and harder, until every nerve ending cried out for the touch of his hand, his skin. She felt the bed sink under his weight as he knelt between her outstretched thighs. His hands flowed all over, caressing her arms, her thighs, her calves, her breasts, her abdomen, and finally, he cupped her mound gently, so gently.