Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (20 page)

 
He pulled her into his arms. “I am sorry, baby. I missed you the minute I dropped you off on Saturday, and I’ve been mad at you ever since, because I don’t want to miss you, but I do.”

 
He felt her smile into his chest.

 
They soaked in his huge tub full of lavender. “Which do you prefer?” he asked her, “The lavender or the jasmine?”

 
“I like them both. Lavender for here, jasmine for Belfast. I like your house in Belfast. I felt so comfortable there, at home.”

 
“Me too. This place is not quite home. My daughter Louisa really did most of the choosing. But she did a good job.”

 
“She did.”

 
“You’re very beautiful, kitten, even when you’ve been crying.”

 
“Am I? I feel a mess…”

 
“You’re never a mess, baby. Never. Come, let’s get out, I want to make love to you.”

 
He dried her tenderly, and then himself and he carried her to bed. He kissed her softly, trailing his lips from her lips to her throat, down to the curves of her breasts, with butterfly kisses, and then he gently sucked each nipple. He looked up at her. “I bought you some more nipple clamps, kitten.”

 
“Did you?”

 
“They’re very beautiful, sterling silver with lapis lazuli shards hanging down about three inches…lapis to match your eyes.”

 
“They sound lovely. When will I wear them, when I visit you here?”

 
“When we go to The Club.”

 
“Linda may see us.”

 
“Linda
will
see us. So what. I’m her boss there as well.  We’ll go after she’s finished at the Bank and starts working for Michael. She won’t tell anyone at the Bank, Olivia. I want to show you off, kitten, because you are so beautiful. You will wear them with a blue leather hipster mini, short enough to show glimpses of your pussy as you move. I’ve already ordered it from the internet.”

 
“Linda said Francine was here this weekend. She said Francine is quite, quite beautiful.”

 
“Francine is beautiful, but so are you, kitten.”

 
“Francine knows what’s she doing, she knows how to make you happy.”

 
“You know how to make me happy too, kitten. Very happy. You give head better than she does, and you haven’t her years of practice.  You have a much nicer ass than Francine.”

 
“I do?”

 
“You do, and what you and I do with that ass, oh pet, she can’t come near to that.”

 
“She can’t?”

 
“No, she can’t. I fit into your delightful ass better than into hers, or any other woman’s that I’ve ever taken, kitten.”

 
“I’m glad, because I love you in my ass…I didn’t think I would, but I do. Linda says it takes a long time to be able to take a man in your ass, but we didn’t need long for me to take you, did we?”

 
“No, baby, we didn’t. You were so ready, so receptive to me. You were made for me, baby. It feels so good…”

 
“Is that your favourite, my ass?”

 
“I can’t say it is. Because I love your mouth and your hot, tight cunt just as much as that ass. When you lick me, and suck me, and take me so far into your mouth, and I come and you lap up every drop, I feel like a king, and when I’m in your tight little cunt, with that beautiful hot, juicy velvet wrapped around me, pulsing around me, gripping me so tightly when you start to come, when you explode into your orgasm, and the contractions of your muscles push me over the edge, I feel like an emperor. And when I’m in your ass, so deep in your ass, and I know that you trust me to take you to heaven and not to hurt you, I feel like a Greek god…”

 
“How do you feel when you eat me, Graeme, when you lick me, and suck my juices?”

 
“Baby, I feel like a starving man at a royal banquet…”

 
Graeme stroked her face. “I guess I’m trying to tell you how much I love to own you, baby, to have you every way I can. You aren’t going back to that flea pit of a bed sitter tomorrow night. I want you here with me…and perhaps the next night as well.”

 
“Oh, Graeme. How will we manage to be impersonal at the Bank?”

 
“We’re in different departments, baby, on different floors. We can do it. We’ll just be cool and businesslike and try not to remember how I ravished you the night before.”

 
They smiled at each other, and he slipped into her then, and filled her, and soon the only sounds in the bedroom were their satisfied moans.

 
Graeme held her close to his heart. She could hear it beating steadily. She nuzzled his chest, as his breathing slowed, and he fell asleep. She had a smile on her face.

 
Two more nights... she had two more nights with him.

 
Perhaps three nights at a stretch is all the intimacy he can handle
. Soon Olivia slept as well.

THIRTEEN

 
She woke him in the morning with soft kisses on his coc
k
, licks and kisses and strokes from her soft hands, and then he was engulfed in her mouth, and she was sucking hard, and using her tongue in the most erotic manner, and her hands were playing with his balls, squeezing them gently, massaging them, and she felt them tighten, and was ready to swallow all that he could give her.

 
He pulled her onto him, and rubbed his soft cock on her clit, and played with her breasts, teasing her nipples, and then he flipped her onto her back, and his fingers were filling her, in and out, and the rough pad of his thumb was stroking her hard little nub, and then she was convulsing around his hand, and he started to kiss her nipples, suck them, bite them, and she couldn’t stop coming for such a very long time.

 
They lay there, softy stroking each other’s faces, until he looked at the clock. “Damn, it’s nearly seven. You missed the gym. I missed the gym…but we didn’t miss the sex, did we, baby?”

 
“No, Graeme, we didn’t miss the sex.”

 
They showered together, shared some scrambled egg and drove to the Bank. It was only eight ten. They were the first ones to pull onto the top floor of the car park. Graeme smiled down at her. “I’d better go first, baby. Wait about five minutes before you head in, just in case. I don’t want people talking about you.”

 
“
Baby
. He calls me
baby,
as if we’re having a regular relationship, as if he cares…but I know he doesn’t, really. He’s just pleased with his pet at the moment…” she thought as she walked down the car park stairs to the Currency Trading floor.

 
She met the girls for tea at ten, as usual.

 
“My cousin is in an unusually good mood this morning,” said Amanda.

 
“Is he?” asked Rose.

 
“Yes, he was quite pleasant to all the Department Heads at this morning’s meeting. Mrs. Hall said so. And she said that Bonds and Stock Trading both feared his wrath over some very foolish mistakes.”

 
“Maybe he saw his girlfriend last night,” said Linda, smiling. “Maybe he got laid.”

 
Olivia smiled. “Maybe he did,” she agreed.

 
Rose grinned. “Well in that case, I’m glad my interview with him is this morning. I’ve applied for Mrs. Hall’s position. She retires in a few weeks, and Mr. Smith says Mr. Browning wants to have a new P.A. lined up by the end of the week, so she’ll have lots of time to train her replacement. Are you sure you want to leave the Bank, Linda? You could apply for the position as well, you know.”

 
Linda smiled. “No, I’m taking the other position, Rose. I certainly wish you luck. It must come with a much higher salary.”

 
“Yes, it does.”

 
“Did you see your boyfriend last night, Olivia?” asked Amanda.

 
“Yes, I did. I showed him the all the pictures I took in Newcastle upon Tyne, because I’d only sent a few.”

 
“Did you have a good time?”

 
“Yes, Amanda, we did. We just stayed in, and enjoyed each other’s company. Very low key, but we hadn’t seen each other for…days, so it was nice, just the two of us. I stayed at his house last night, and it wasn’t so far to come to work.”

 
“What does he do?”

 
Think, ‘Liv, think before you speak
. Good lies are mostly truth, Graeme told you that.

 
“He’s a senior executive at a financial trading company. But there’s no conflict of interest…”

 
“Oh, that’s good. Still, you’d better clear it with Graeme, just in case he thinks there is,” said Amanda.

 
“Clear what with me?” Graeme’s voice came from behind Olivia’s chair.

 
“I just asked Olivia what her boyfriend does and she said her boyfriend is a senior executive at a financial trading company, and I said she should clear it with you, in case you think she has a conflict of interest.”

 
Graeme laughed indulgently at his young cousin. “Mandy, I appreciate your concern, but if Olivia has a clear conscience, I’m sure we don’t have a problem. You do have a clear conscience, that there’s no conflict of interest, don’t you, Olivia?”

 
“Yes, Sir. Very clear conscience. No conflict of interest at all.”

 
“Right, well, case closed. Enjoy your tea, ladies,” and Graeme was gone.

 
“He is in a good mood, isn’t he?” said Rose. “This bodes very well for my interview. How’s Currency Trading today, Olivia?”

 
“Hectic, as usual. I stayed an extra hour last night to get the backlog cleared from the few days I was away. I’ll have to do the same tonight, I guess. Either that or work straight through lunch.”

 
“I’d rather work through lunch than stay late,” said Linda. “I don’t want to miss a minute with Michael. He’s picking me up from work today and taking me to an early dinner. He has a business meeting later, but he said he wanted to see me for a little while anyway.”

 
Olivia smiled at her. “He must like you a lot, Linda.”

 
Linda grinned. “Oh, I’ve found a couple of ways to make him a happy bunny,” she said suggestively. She turned to Rose.

 
“You know, Rose, if things are getting stale in your bedroom, I’d be happy to give you a couple of suggestions,” and she got up and left before an indignant Rose could reply.

 
“Honestly, she’s too much sometimes,” snorted Rose. “As if I have any problems in my bedroom! And as if I’d ask her for advice if I did! She thinks because she walked through that sex club, she has all the answers now.”

  
Amanda giggled. “Maybe she did more than walk through it, Rose. Isn’t the name of that hunky manager she was raving about Michael? And now she’s going out with a Michael. I’m going to be downstairs at closing time, just to get a look at the fellow who picks her up! IF he’s a hunk, well…draw your own conclusions, ladies.”

 
Olivia frowned.

 
Oh dear, Amanda’s curiosity could be so dangerous. What could I do to alleviate the threat of exposure?

 
She thought, and smiled.

 
“I happen to know that they are two different Michaels, Amanda. I already asked her at lunch the other day. The sex club one is much older and shaves his head, and her new boyfriend looks to be about thirty three or thirty four with a full head of blond, wavy hair, she says. I think he’s an instructor and a personal trainer as well.” Olivia was pleased with herself. She’d taken the truth and woven it.

  
Amanda looked disappointed. “Oh, I thought that maybe we would have something to tease her about. And that we could find out more about those clubs.”

 
“You know, Amanda,” replied Olivia, “I think they walked her through the bar and the dance floor and what else did she say, there were, private rooms? And I’ll bet he had her in there before the club opened its doors for the night, so it would have been empty.

 
“Well, I think she only saw the closed doors to those private rooms, had her gin and tonic and was graciously escorted to the exit before the members arrived, and she doesn’t want us to know she didn’t see anything sexually explicit.

 
“
And
I bet she wore a bra under that sheer black shirt as well, don’t you? I think Linda is all talk about this sort of stuff...

 
“Can you really believe that a private club catering to deviant sexual behaviour and fetishes would allow an unknown member of the general public to see anything? Why, she could have been a reporter from a tabloid!”