Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (14 page)

 
Graeme nodded. “She has good skills, and she’ll do an excellent job for us…so if you combine being your P.A. with her assisting you to demonstrate technique in the Master’s Classes you teach, she’ll have full time employment.  I suppose we’d better pay her a little more than the Bank does, Mike, although, I think she’s got enough of a crush on you that maybe we don’t have to.”

 
“Don’t be mean, Graeme. The girl is going to have to pay for a whole new wardrobe of fetish wear for those courses… Do you want me to offer her the job, or do you want to?”

 
“You. She’ll like that. She told the girls you’re sex on a stick, Mike. I imagine that means you have a lollipop she’d like to lick. I told James to send her straight into the office when I came in.

 
“We need to have a very serious talk with her, very serious, about keeping quiet while she works through her notice at the Bank.”

 
Michael laughed. “Ah, yes, she already tasted that lollipop, and did a bloody good job on it, Graeme. Naturally talented girl…I’m going to enjoy all that private training she’s going to get.”

 
“And don’t kid me, Mike. We both know you’re going to take great delight in sweeping Linda off on a shopping trip to find appropriate costumes for her to wear here at The Club. Outfits that you’ll pay for!

 
“Oh, I told her I was paying for her course, that gave me more leverage over her...she didn’t even stop to think that if you offered it to her, there would be no charge.” The two men laughed.

 
Five minutes later, Linda was sitting gingerly on the edge of a chair opposite Graeme and Michael.

 
“Bottom sore, baby?” asked Michael.

 
“Yes, a little.”

 
“Stand up, turn around and lift your skirt.”

 
“You just want to admire your handiwork, Mike,” laughed Graeme.

Graeme ran his fingers over the welts. “Nice pattern, Michael. You really enjoy cane work, don’t you?”

  “I do, my friend, and this little girl was very stoic, until the end, and then she screamed so beautifully. I love a woman’s screams when I’m buried inside her sweet tight cunt. Feel her cunt, Graeme, feel how hot and tight it is.”

 
Graeme smiled at his friend. “That good, eh, Michael? Well, I’d better feel it, then, hadn’t I? Bend over Linda, and grab the edge of the seat. That’s the stance I prefer when I see a woman for the first time...”

Linda obeyed at once.

  “Spread your legs open, Linda. I want to look at this cunt Michael likes so much. Ah...Yes, very pretty, but you need to be waxed, Linda. Michael will enjoy you so much more when you’re bare. I’ll arrange for you to go to Raoul at Magnific after work tomorrow.  Now, spread wider, I want to see more...” Graeme casually leaned over and stroked her clit, and then plunged three fingers up inside her. It was tight and it hurt a little as Graeme was fairly rough, but she said nothing.

 
“Very good, Linda. Very good. You’re right, Michael, she is stoic.”

  His fingers found her sweet spot, and she began to tighten around them. Her breathing became raspy, heavy, as he stroked her to orgasm. Both men sat smiling at her.

 
“Turn your head so we can see your face, Linda. I love the way she looks when she climaxes, Graeme. Isn’t she a beauty?”

 
“She is, Michael, and she has great vaginal muscle tone.”

 
“See how she did as she was told, even though she’s embarrassed to death because you’re the Vice-Chairman at the Bank? Submissive through and through...”

 
Graeme nodded, and then turned his attention to the girl.

 
“Turn around now, and sit down, little girl. Linda, I’m going to find it impossible to have you at the Bank. This is part of my life I keep totally private.”

 
“Yes, Sir, but I really need my job.”

 
Michael smiled. “You know, Graeme, I think this little girl is a bit of a pain slut, aren’t you, Linda?”

 
“I liked the pain, Michael, and what you did to me after even more…”

 
“Perhaps we could just hire her here at The Club, Graeme? She can be my P.A., if you think she’s got the skills and my assistant for the Master’s Classes I’m running. Use her to teach them how to use all the toys…she starts her submissive training classes tonight, so it will work nicely. She’s missed the first two weeks of the course, but I’m going to bring her up to date privately.”

 
“Would you like that, Linda, to be used by any man that Michael tells you to please, in any way that Michael decides they should use you? You don’t even know what’s involved, really, no matter what you’ve read.”

 
“I’ve read far more than Olivia or Amanda, Sir, and been on the internet so I think I do know, and as long as it’s Michael telling me, and he is always there to protect me, I would love it.”

 
“Have you ever been fucked up your ass, Linda?” asked Michael.

 
“No, Sir, I haven’t.”

 
Michael smiled. “Well, I think we’ll start that training tonight, after your first class. I’ll just give that lovely tush of yours its very own private lesson.  Unless you want to stay and help me with that, my friend? You like anal a lot, Graeme.”

 
Graeme smiled. “No, I’ve got to collect my pet and do some training of my own, and then catch a plane to Rome.”

 
“So your little kitten still pleases you…”

 
“Oh yes, she pleases me. Pleases me more than I thought she would. I missed her last week when she was here and I was in New York, so she’s coming to Ireland with me next week.” He glanced at Linda, and then continued to talk to Michael.

 
“Eh, Michael, remember that Francine likes variety. Perhaps on Wednesday or Thursday, you might invite Linda to join the two of you for the evening, even for the night…”

 
Michael smiled. “Good idea, friend. Very good idea. Expand Linda’s horizons a bit further…I’ll enjoy that show very much.”

 
“I think you should hand in your notice Friday, Linda, give a week’s notice, or even two if Personnel think they need it to replace you, and then you will start with Michael as his P.A. and teaching assistant. If you still want to, that is, after he’s put you on an accelerated training course for the next ten days…if you don’t want to work with him after that, I’ll find you another job. I own several companies. I’m sure I could fit you in at one of the management groups I own.”

 
Linda looked adoringly at Michael through her lowered lashes. “Oh, Mr. Browning, Sir, I’m sure I’ll be very happy working for Master Michael.”

TEN

   Olivia’s mobile rang shortly before seve
n
.

 
“I’ll be there to pick you up in twenty minutes. We’re training your ass again tonight.”

 
“I’ll be ready, Graeme. I’ll see you downstairs.”

 
“Wait in the hallway. I don’t like your neighbourhood at night, Olivia.”

 
“Yes, I will. One of my neighbours was mugged last week. I will be able to see you pull up through the window in the door.”

 
They went straight downstairs to the training room. Graeme unlocked the door and went upstairs to his bedroom to change. Olivia took her clothes off and knelt as he’d taught her.

 
Tonight, he played with her on the four poster bed, rather than the spanking bench. He positioned her on her knees, ass in the air, head down on the mattress, and knees apart. Once again, he used a selection of plugs, stretching her until she was ready to take him.

It felt so different when he pulled the largest plug out and plunged his oiled cock deep inside her, as he reached around and pressed firmly on her clit, and then started to rub it. The feeling of Graeme inside her was exquisite, and exciting. Olivia was ready to come in seconds, but he stilled, and stopped stimulating her clit, and she calmed. Again and again her brought her to the edge, and pulled back…

  “I could do this all night, pet. I love being inside your ass…love it…When I’m back from this Conference in Rome, we’ll invite Michael shall we, and have a ménage? You’ll love it, baby…”

 
They bathed together after, in his big tub, and he turned her round, and had her grab the end, with her ass in the air, and he took it again, hard and fast.  “Oh, pet, I told you I can’t get enough of you. But this will have to last until Sunday when I come back to London…”

 
“I shall miss you,” she told him shyly, when he dropped her off at her bed sitter on his way to the airport.

 
“I know. Think of me.” He kissed her deeply, and was gone.

 
The next morning, a florist delivered a dozen pink rose
s
to Olivia at her desk. The card said
Think of Me
.

 
Of course, Amanda demanded at tea to know who’d sent them. She’d been chatting to the receptionist when they arrived.

 
“My boyfriend. He’s away at another course.”

 
“His company sends him on a lot of courses, don’t they?”

 
“Eh…he teaches them.”

 
“Oh, a motivational speaker, eh?” said Rose. “Well, he certainly knows how to treat a woman, sending beautiful flowers like that.” Like Amanda and Linda, Rose had found an excuse to come down to Currency Trading to see the roses.

 
“Oh, yes,” agreed Olivia with a becoming blush, “he certainly knows how to treat a woman.”

 
The week would have dragged, but Olivia started to work on her trading course in earnest. It wasn’t difficult, but there was a lot for her to learn, and she spent hours each night at her table, pouring over the course material. She didn’t hear from Graeme, but that didn’t surprise her. She hadn’t expected to.

 
Amanda mentioned at tea on Thursday that Graeme was flying to Geneva on the way home. “He was Head of European Operations before he came back here,” she said as if the other three were unaware of that. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes.   Amanda liked to stress she was Graeme’s second cousin and fully expected her future career to be in management at the Bank. She liked to imply she had information about the comings and goings of senior management, and was privy to confidential plans.

 
“So, he’s going to Geneva because?” said Linda, bored by the conversation.

 
“Well, there’s a management meeting Friday afternoon, and then he’ll spend the weekend with his old girlfriend, I think. Francine is very beautiful. I expected him to marry her and bring her with him when he came back to England, but Julia and Louisa, his daughters, hate her, so he broke it off. They told me Francine is a fortune hunter.”

 
Linda smiled. “Mr. Browning doesn’t seem the sort of man to let his daughters dictate who he sees or marries,” she remarked.

 
“He’s very family oriented,” said Amanda. “After Carrie was killed by that stolen van, he devoted the next few years to the girls. I think he buried his grief so he could care for them. No, he wouldn’t marry anybody they didn’t like. When they went away to Uni, he took the position at our European Headquarters. Uncle David said it was because Graeme found London too painful, with all the memories of Carrie. He was in Geneva for almost four years, you know.”

 
“Yes,” said Olivia. “I think he left about six months after I started. I was down in the basement, in Archives then. I never saw the executives from the top floor. In fact, I think the first time I glimpsed him was two years later, when I saw him walking out of the Boardroom with his uncle. I never spoke to him until he came back to work here and was introduced to us all on January 2
nd
.”

 
“I know,” said Linda. “I’ve been working here two years, and it’s the same with me, saw glimpses when he came for meetings but never spoke to him till January.”

 
“Will he be back in the office Monday, then?”  Olivia asked casually.

 
“I think the company plane is scheduled to pick him up early Monday morning,” confirmed Amanda.

 
Olivia was surprised to find that Browning Mercantile Bank owned a plane.

 
“Does anybody want to go to see a film with me tonight?” asked Rose. “Now that my mother-in-law has gone back home, Brian’s started going out with the boys three or four nights a week again.”

 
“I’ve got to study, sorry,” said Olivia, pleased she had an excuse. Films weren’t in her budget.

 
“Me too,” said Linda. “I’ve signed up for a self improvement course. Classes tonight.”

 
“I’ll come,” Amanda said. “Let’s go see that latest Bradley Cooper film, shall we? I think he’s so sexy.”