Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (5 page)

 
Finally, he untied her.

 
“I wanted to learn your body, Olivia. What pleases you most, how you react to my touch.”

 
“You didn’t let me come...” she complained petulantly.

 
“No, I didn’t. I told you last night, I alone decide when you have earned that pleasure, not you. And I don’t like that tone of voice. You won’t use it again, or I shall take a cane to that lovely bottom.”

 
Olivia hung her head in shame. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

 
Graeme felt the smile twitch at the corner of his mouth. He made his voice cold and stern.

 
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Olivia. I expect you to lose that attitude
now
. I don’t want to hear any complaints or petulance from you again. Here or at the Bank. Do you understand me? No more rudeness, smart remarks or sarcasm to me or anybody else. You will be respectful and polite at all times.”

 
Her head hung lower, embarrassment flushed her cheeks. “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly.

 
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. She’d upset him. Surely he’d tell her to leave now, and she’d never know such pleasure again...

 
Graeme let her suffer for a few minutes and then spoke again, his voice neutral and calm.

 
“Come on, pet, get dressed now and you can make me dinner.”

 
Once again, Olivia turned red. “I’m afraid I don’t know how to cook, Sir...”

 
“How do you feed yourself?”

 
“I have cereal for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch unless I buy soup and salad, but I usually can’t afford that, and I heat up a tin of soup or baked beans on toast for my supper. I have a hot plate in my bedsitter. Oh, I sometimes make poached eggs, I found an egg poacher at the charity shop.”

 
Graeme shuddered.

 
“Let me show you how to grill a steak, Olivia. We’ll have grilled steak and salad on the deck since it’s such a nice evening. I’ll show you how, and next time you will prepare the meal...”

 
He was going to show her how to cook steak! And he said there would be a next time!
  Olivia fervently thanked her Guardian Angel.

 
They took a taxi to TheHedonist’s Pleasur
e
about eleven that night. Graeme pulled her onto his lap in the back seat.  His tongue languidly explored her mouth, caressed her tongue.  It was unhurried, anything but frantic.  His hand was between her thighs, his fingers exploring her delights.  She gasped softly as he stroked her, and then a long finger was inside her, stroking, finding her sweet spot and she gasped again with pleasure. His mouth covered hers so the sound was muffled, so soft that the driver the front seat heard nothing. One finger became two, and Graeme’s fingers brought her to orgasm twice on the way to The Club…

“We’re just going to walk through first, little pet, and have a drink at the bar. We may or may not try some things, it depends…”

 
It depends on whether I think you can take it, Olivia. I hope you can, because I want to show you off.

 
Olivia was trembling with excitement when they walked through the door. The doorman almost bowed as he welcomed them. A film star handsome man Olivia assumed was the owner came up to greet them.

 
“Graeme, I’d begun to think you weren’t coming. And who is this luscious little doll?”

 
“Michael, this is Olivia. She’s my new pet, so hands off, until I tell you that you can touch! Michael is my best friend, Olivia.”

 
“Hello, Olivia. Nice to see Graeme with a pet, finally. Now perhaps he won’t be so grouchy...”

 
“Hello,” she said shyly. “He isn’t grouchy, just very exacting in what he wants and he doesn’t suffer fools at all...”

 
Michael roared with laughter. “She’s got no illusions about you, has she?”

 
Graeme smiled. Olivia was relieved to see her remark had amused, not annoyed him. “She works for me at the Bank, Michael. She’s had seven months to dispel any illusions.”

 
Olivia looked around, and seeing two nearly naked women kissing passionately at the bar, blushed deeply.

 
Michael smiled. “Have you never been to a club like this before, Olivia?”

 
“No, she hasn’t. Totally new to the Lifestyle, so I want her to see what we enjoy here, Michael, before we make a commitment to each other. She needs a lot of training….”

 
“Well, you’ll enjoy that, won’t you, Graeme?” said Michael. “Why don’t you sit with me at my table and watch the dancers? There’s quite an exhibitionist crowd here tonight, so Olivia will enjoy that, I hope. Have a drink, and then give Olivia the tour.”

 
They sat with Michael and Olivia’s eyes grew wide as she saw the members dancing, some nude, some in not much, some in leather, lots in leather actually, with cut-outs for buttocks and nipples, some wearing collars, some carrying crops and whips, all moving to the techno beat in very sensual ways. She saw couples touching each other intimately, and saw one woman dancing between two men, like the filling in a sandwich. Both men were groping her naked body, and her head was thrown back in joyful abandon. She saw men dancing with men, women dancing with women, men leading women by a chain and collar, women leading men by chains wrapped around their cocks…everything she’d read in her books, she saw.               Her eyes grew bigger and bigger, but she didn’t ask to leave.

 
Graeme reach over and pulled the top of her dress down, so that her breasts were fully exposed.

 
Olivia sat very still. He was her master, her Sir. If he wanted everyone to look at her breasts, it was his decision, not hers. At least he was letting her wear a dress….She looked into his eyes.

 
He smiled at her. “You have lovely tits, Olivia. Exceptional tits. It’s a crime not to display them here, for my friend Michael to appreciate.”

 
Michael licked his lips. “Lovely tits, Graeme.”

 
Graeme smiled at his friend. “Want a taste, Michael? You can have a small sample, if you like.”

 
“Oh, I like. Come and sit on my lap, Olivia.”

 
Graeme nodded to her, and she got up and sat on Michael’s lap. He took her tits and squeezed them, and looked at Graeme. “Real. No silicon here.”

 
“I know. The shape is so perfect, you’d think there was some augmentation or sculpting, but no, they’re all hers.”

 
Michael rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and they responded to his touch. He smiled at her, “Ah, you like this, Graeme’s pet…” and he bent his head and sucked each breast in turn, teasing her nipples with flicks of his tongue, turning them to hard, pebbled nubs.

 
“That’s enough, Michael. Now, pet, come back and sit on your owner’s lap.”

 
Olivia was grateful he’d told her to return to him. She felt wet, down there, and she didn’t know if that was allowed, getting wet for another man. Michael’s lips and tongue had pleased her very much, but he hadn’t set her on fire the way even Graeme’s casual touch did. He’d made her wet, though...

 
Her Sir slipped his hand between her legs. “Ah, he excited you, little pet. That’s good. I want you to enjoy tonight.”

 
Graeme kept his hand down there, teasing her. She got wetter and wetter.

 
“Don’t come, kitten. Not until I tell you,” he warned her.

 
When he’d finished his coffee, he took her on a tour of The Club. There were about fifteen rooms, each with a different décor and purpose. Some of the rooms had observations windows, and they could look in and watch the action. Olivia could hardly believe she was there, watching the things she’d read about, thinking they were an author’s fantasy. But they weren’t. People really did all these things. The sex looked amazing. She wasn’t sure about the whipping…

 
Graeme stopped outside a room where a woman was spread-eagled over a padded bench, her bare bum facing the window. Her Dom was spanking her with his hand, and they could hear her moans of delight as her bottom turned pinker and pinker. Every five strokes, he would stop, and caress her open sex, and plunge his fingers in, then put them in her mouth to suck them clean. He switched to a cane, and Olivia watched as the thin red welts appeared and the woman cried out in pain or was it ecstasy?

  W
hen her Dom stopped, she begged for more. He just laughed at her. Then he fucked her, hard.

 
“Gina is a bit of a pain slut. Her Dom is being quite cruel to her tonight. He stopped caning her long before she wanted him to. Some women are like that, Olivia, they get off on the pain. Do you get off on pain?”

 
“I don’t know, Sir. I’ve only been beaten by my grandparents and I certainly didn’t get off on that!”

 
Graeme laughed. “Perhaps one day soon, we’ll test your limits for pain, kitten. But I think we’ll do that in my training room, not here. I would like to spank you tonight though, turn your lovely little ass a nice bright pink, not red, and then take you…just as Kevin did Gina, after he’d caned her.”

 
“Oh. Would people see?”

 
“Oh, yes, people would see. I want them to see your beauty, little pet.”

 
“Oh. Well…oh…” Olivia took a deep breath.
If she said no, he’d send her home...she was sure if she said no, he’d be finished with her
.

 
“You know what is best for me, don’t you, Sir?” She hoped she’d said that right.

 
“Yes, I do, and I want to show you off, so we’re doing it. I think tonight we’ll go with the usual green, amber and red safe words, pet. Can you remember that?”

 
“Yes, Sir, I can.”

 
“Are you ready, then?”

 
Olivia gulped. “Now?”

 
“Now.”

 
“Yes, Sir.”

 
Olivia thought Graeme would take her into a room like the one they’d just looked in, but instead he lead her into a small theatre that had a raised stage and seats around three sides of it, rising in tiers. Perhaps fifty people were in the seats. 

 
Graeme led her onto the platform, and asked a man in black to get him a spanking bench. One was placed in the middle of the stage, and a spotlight was turned on, focusing on Olivia and Graeme. The house lights dimmed.

 
“Friends,” said Graeme. “As you know, I’ve been alone since my return to London, hoping to find a compatible submissive. I’d thought that I would meet someone experienced in our Lifestyle, but sometimes one finds a gem when you’re not looking.

 
“This is my new pet, my little kitten. She is totally new to our Lifestyle, and we are taking a little time to see if we will work out. I hope we will, she is very special. This is not only her first public spanking, it is her first spanking. I think she is a very brave young woman, don’t you?”

 
The audience applauded.

 
Graeme casually bent down and took the hem of her dress in his hands, and whipped it over her head.

 
“Hands on the top of your head, Olivia, and turn around slowly so that everyone may enjoy your beauty.”

 
Bright red from embarrassment, Olivia obeyed.

 
He bent her over the spanking bench so that her bottom faced front.      She felt him push her knees apart and she knew that she was totally exposed to everyone. Then she felt him shackle her knees to the legs of the spanking bench. He walked around to face her, pulled her head back and kissed her deeply. “Now, put your hands behind your back, little one. I’m going to bind them.”

 
When she was in the position Graeme preferred, he stood beside her and addressed his audience again. “Because this is all new to this little girl, I’m only going to give her twenty strikes, ten each side, with a break mid-way through. Then I’m going to fuck her. Her safe word is Red.”

 
The first strike surprised her, and she gasped, but did not cry out. His palm stung as he struck her buttocks. She was determined not to embarrass Graeme, and cry out. He paused when he’d given her ten strikes, and caressed her cheeks, stroking them gently.

 
“Nice and warm, baby, and your ass is mid-pink, just beautiful.” Then his hand moved lower, and his fingers slipped into her. 

 
“Oh, baby, you are so wet, you must like this, you’re getting very aroused. Your pussy lips are engorged, and you are dripping wet.” He walked around and put his fingers into her mouth.

 
“Suck them dry, baby, and enjoy the taste of your pussy as much as I enjoy you.”