GRAEME UNCAGED: Part One (Taming the Billionaire Book 2) (5 page)

“That’s my thought as well, Gideon, and I’m sure William will do exactly as his father tells him. And when Michael Wilde points out the possible fraud charges after we buy the paper, he’ll tell William to sign anything our Legal Department puts in front of him.”

Eight o’clock that evening, dinner finished, Graeme settled in his study with Olivia curled by his side on the leather sofa. He was reviewing the synopsis of trading profit while he’d been away. She was studying details of the Bank’s charitable contributions over the last five years.

Graeme’s mobile rang. He glanced at the call display.

Louisa.

He sighed, pressed speaker so Olivia could listen and answered.

“Yes, princess?”

“Daddy, William just called. He said he wants a divorce because Maxine is pregnant and she has nobody to look after her and he knows you will look after me.”

“Really?”

“Can you imagine?”

“Knowing William, I can.”

“Anyway, I told him he can have the divorce immediately and I am seeing a solicitor Wednesday. I also told him he won’t be seeing
my
baby. I said
my
baby, not
our
baby.”

“What did he say to that?”

“He told me that would cost me two million.”

Graeme laughed. “And what did you say to that, princess?”

“I told him it might cost
him
two million by the time I’m finished with him!”

“Good for you, Louisa. Oh, are you free for dinner tomorrow evening?”

“Yes, of course, Daddy. I thought I would ask you and ‘Livi if we could have dinner, so you can tell me what to say to the solicitor.”

“Why don’t you meet us at the Bank at six, we’ll have an early dinner at my Club and then you can spend the night with us if you like, since your solicitor’s appointment is at nine. You won’t want to drive home to the country and then have to be back in town that early, fighting the morning traffic.”

“I’ll do that, Daddy. Love to ‘Livi, bye,” and she was gone.

“You didn’t tell her that she’s having dinner with your Espagnolian friend,” smiled Olivia.

“No, baby, I didn’t. It will be a nice surprise for her.”

“Since she’s got the hots for him, it will be a very nice surprise for her,” agreed Olivia.

“Nearly finished reviewing your charities?”

“I can put this down anytime, husband. Nearly finished with your trading profits?”

“I will be in about five minutes.”

“Why don’t I go upstairs and run us a bath?”

“Great idea, baby…”

Ten minutes later Graeme walked into their bathroom. The huge claw-footed tub was full of steaming water and lavender bubbles. Olivia was kneeling beside the tub, naked, her legs parted, her hands resting on her thighs.

“You look enchanting, my angel,” said Graeme softly, “but that’s your stance for the training room, baby, not here.”

“We haven’t been down to the training room for a long time, Sir,” she replied. “Not since before we were married…so I thought I might remind you how pleasurable it is when you’re my Master.”

“What you’re doing is topping from the bottom, Olivia, and you know I don’t like that. I may have to spank you.”

Olivia kept her eyes lowered, but Graeme could see the triumphant grin twitching at the corner of her lips. He smiled. Well, well, well…his little kitten wanted a spanking…and, he suspected, she wanted the sex that followed the spanking.

He shook his head fondly, but assumed a stern expression on his face and a very cold voice as he slowly undid his tie and coiled it in his left hand, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, tossed it aside. He removed his shoes and socks.

Olivia stared at his naked feet…

“Alright, kitten, you’ve made your point. Now I’ll make mine. Who are you?”

“Your kitten, Sir, your little pet, your submissive.”

“And who make all our decisions?”

“You do, Sir.”

“What did I decide tonight?”

“That we should have a bath…” Olivia’s voice faltered. Her husband sounded so stern, so remote.

“That we should have a bath…did I say anything about the training room?”

“No, Sir, you didn’t.”

Graeme was standing in front of her now. The waistband on his trousers was undone, but not his fly.

“Pull  the zipper down, kitten, with your teeth. No hands, just teeth.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Olivia slowly worked his zipper down. It was harder than she thought, hard to hold that small metal tab between her teeth and pull. Inch by inch it slid down.

“Now, kitten, you may use your hands and release my cock from my clothes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Push my pants down so that I can step out of them and be as naked as you are.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now put your hands behind your back, kitten.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Graeme hand her hands bound with his tie within seconds.

“Now, kitten, you may proceed to make love to me with your mouth. Make love to me until I come.”

“Yes, Sir.” The regret that her plans had been effectively derailed were evident in her voice.

She lifted her head and took the tip of Graeme’s rigid cock between her lips, caressing the slit in that glowing head with her tongue, savouring the drops of pre-cum that were forming.

Olivia sucked, taking more and more of Graeme’s impressive shaft into her mouth.

His hands were either side of her head now, and he began to move, to use her for his pleasure. She swallowed him further, and he grunted his pleasure at the sensations she was creating for him.

“Oh, baby, I love to fuck your wonderful mouth, you take me so deep…”

He moved faster and faster and abruptly, she felt him go rigid, and then his cock began to pulse and his seed spurted and spurted down her throat.

“Thank you, kitten, that was very acceptable,” he told her as he untied her wrists and helped her to her feet.

“Thank you, Sir, for finding it pleasurable.”

“Into the bath with you now, baby, let’s have a good soak before we go to bed, here settle in with your back against me, ‘Livi, and put your legs over mine so that I can play with your sweet little cunt.”

“Are you going to let me come?” she asked hopefully.

“No, baby, I’m not, not tonight. I think you forgot your place, didn’t you? I think you forgot I’m the one who decides when you will have pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir. I did…”

“So, I’m going to circle your little nub with my finger, like this, and spread my legs  more, like this, so you are wide open to me, kitten, and then while I continue to tease your clitoris, I’m going to stroke that sweet spot inside you with these two fingers, in and out, hard and then…oh, you’re starting to quiver, ‘Livi. No, darling, you can’t come. I haven’t given you permission to come,” and Graeme stopped stroking her sweet spot and started to lightly pinch her clit.

Olivia was breathing hard now, concentrating on not coming, it would be so easy to let go and yield to the waves of pleasure radiating from the centre of her core, but Graeme had forbidden it, so she mustn’t, she mustn’t…

“Oh, baby, I’m being so mean to you, aren’t I, when you were so good to me with that wonderful talented mouth of yours…” His lips were along her neck now, making those wonderful wet circles that excited her so much, and now one hand was kneading a breast, twisting the nipple, pulling it, pinching it, and the sensations she was feeling were almost impossible to control…

“So, I’m going to let you come, Olivia. Because you pleased me and because I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

“Oh yes, yesss…Sir…” she gasped as two fingers of his other hand left her clit and plunged into her hard and deep, over and over and over while his thumb pressed hard onto that nub.

“Come for me, baby, come now!” he insisted, and Olivia exploded around his fingers as he bit her nape. She shattered into a thousand pieces as she collapsed into him, melted into him.

He dried her tenderly and carried her to their bed. They lay entwined, content in their love, Graeme gently stroking the soft swell of Olivia’s belly as they fell asleep together.

FOUR

Rodriguez de Velaquado was ushered into the Browning Banking Group Boardroom on the dot of three. Michael Wilde and Graeme were waiting for him, along with the Head of the Legal Department and as a reward for his midnight oil efforts, Paul Easton. Graeme had plans for the young man, and was exposing him more and more to high level meetings as a silent observer.

Two and half hours later, The Browning Banking Group was the new owner of Banco Madriata Velázquez, to be renamed
Browning Banco Madriata Velázquez
subject to approval by the Espagnolian authorities. Neither party anticipated any problems.

Graeme was amused at the low value Rodriguez had placed on the bank. As the two men walked back to Graeme’s office, Graeme told him they had been prepared to pay twenty percent more.

Rodriguez shrugged.

“I’m happy,” he said. “Mama instructed me not to overcharge you, since you are an old friend. Her sister used to complain constantly how much that bank drained the family fortune, and I know you’ll have to spend a lot to bring it into profitability, especially in this economy.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” smiled Graeme. “I’ll include you as a minority partner in a trust company I’m setting up in Bermuda. Since I saved twenty percent on the price of the bank, I’ll give you a twenty percent equity position in the new venture.”

“Ten percent tax in Bermuda, isn’t there?” asked the Espagnolian.

“About that,” agreed Graeme, “but don’t you get a tax break in Espagnolia because of your family?”

“No. Before we seceded from Spain, the Royalty didn’t pay taxes, but now we do...”

“Mmmm, then a Bermuda holding will benefit you, my friend.”

“Yes...I say, Graeme, is that your daughter at your secretary’s desk? She’s very beautiful. But she doesn’t look as I remember her from the riding circuit...”

“No, Rodriguez, that’s my wife, Olivia. My daughter isn’t here yet...”
  “Aha, it is indeed a good thing for you that you saw Olivia first, Graeme. She is exactly my type of woman.”

“Don’t I know it. But Louisa is also blonde and beautiful.”

As if on cue, Louisa came through the door, charmingly windblown.

“Hello, Rose, ‘Livi”. Air kisses, smiles.

Graeme and Rodriguez stood back, admiring the view of three lovely women chatting. After a moment, they approached the group.

“Louisa, glad you’re here. Have you met Rodriguez before?”

The women turned toward him. Louisa blushed prettily. “Yes, but I’m sure he doesn’t remember me...”

“Of course I remember you, it was at York where we were introduced, and you took second place, about two years ago, wasn’t it? Of course we’ve seen each other many times...”

Rodriguez leaned down and his lips brushed Louisa’s cheek.

She liked the feel of his lips on her skin. He was just as sexy as she’d told Olivia and her father, and his eyes were burning as he looked her over from head to toe. Looked her over with approval, Louisa thought happily.

“It
was
York when we were introduced. It’s nice to meet you again,” Louisa replied breathlessly.

Olivia was introduced, and the four of them were soon seated in the dining room of one of Graeme’s clubs.

Dinner was pleasant, much of the talk revolved around horses, and meets, and qualifying for the Olympics.  Olivia and Graeme sat smiling.

Louisa was very animated, flirtatious even. She seemed to have forgotten William and his betrayal for a few hours anyway.

Over cheese and biscuits, the subject of Louisa’s crumbling marriage came up.

“Daddy, you’d better coach me for the solicitor in the morning,” said Louisa, anxiously.

“Ms. Grey’s already been briefed by Roger,” her father told her. “She is aware of William’s other pregnancy, and your desires for him and his family to have no contact with your baby. Legal will prepare the document William will sign to renounce any claim on your baby.”

“Nick thinks William will try to get money somehow, Daddy.”

“Nick is very astute. I’m glad your sister is marrying him. Why does he think that?”

“Well, he’s heard a rumour today that William’s father has put half their rental portfolio up for sale, and is cutting staff at his office, so maybe William’s salary has been cut as well.”

Graeme frowned. “He has about three hundred rental properties. Owns them outright, inherited the lot from his father.
Owned
them outright, and our investigations show he has them mortgaged to the hilt now, to cover his trading losses. Their family trust must be hurting to sell that kind of revenue. Excuse me a minute, will you?”