Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (45 page)

 
Linda and Olivia looked at each other and swallowed. “Oh, it’s nice she’s coming to see you graduate,” said Linda finally.

 
“Well, I really think I’m the excuse. I think she’s coming to see Dom Graeme. She says she thought he was on the verge of proposing and moving her to England with him, and she thinks he’s still interested in her, since he came to the wedding alone, even though he has this other pet now.”

 
“You didn’t seem to think of that when you asked him to let you offer him your collar?”

 
“It’s every girl for herself, isn’t it? Personally, I think she’s barking up the wrong tree. If he was interested in having Francine here in England, he wouldn’t have given her a townhouse in Geneva, would he?”

 
Linda nodded. “No, he wouldn’t have done that. But I think the film producer would suit you more, Naomi. He could open doors for you as a model or actress. You could accumulate your own fortune, couldn’t you? You’re certainly beautiful enough.”

 
Naomi nodded carelessly. “Yes, and if that producer was going to be here Thursday, I’d try to dissuade Francine from being here. She’d be after him in a flash.”

 
Linda nodded. “Yes, she would. I’ll try to get Dom Kenneth to attend our graduation for you, Naomi.”

 
Linda spied Michael and Graeme walking down the hall. She got up from the table. “Well, see you tomorrow night. Come on, Olivia, we’ll head off home.”

 
Naomi also got up and left.

 
Michael and Graeme joined them.

 
“I have some bad news, Graeme...”

 
“What, lovely Linda?”

 
“Naomi has invited Francine to come for the Graduation Ceremony.”

 
Graeme rolled his eyes. “Oh, no.”

 
“Oh, yes.”

 
Michael smiled. “I just had a brain wave. Why don’t you call your cousin Glen Palmer and get him to fly over for the evening? She’d flip for him, he’s just her type and we can make him sound just a little bit richer than he is...and he’s living in Geneva for the next few months while he’s doing that project for your Bank.”

 
Graeme smiled. “And he loves to crack that bullwhip, doesn’t he?”

 
He pulled out his mobile and pressed a speed dial number.

 
“Glen, what are you doing Thursday night?”

 
“Hi, Graeme, nothing much, why?”

 
“I’ll send the plane for you. Need you here at The Club. Remember my old sub, Francine? You never met, but you saw photos and said you fancied her ass.”

 
“Ah, yes.”

 
“Well, she’s coming over for the Graduation Ceremony at The Club, and I don’t want her pursuing me. I have another commitment now, and I don’t need Francine playing games and upsetting my new pet. Kitten is very sensitive about Francine.”

 
“So you want me to come over and divert her interest?”

 
“Do you mind?  The two of you share a love of the whip, and she does live not far from you in Geneva.”

 
“Actually, I need to come to London to see you this week or next anyway, to finalize the arrangements for my next position with the Bank, so I’ll come over Thursday morning and return Saturday.”

 
“Can I offer you the Bank’s suite at the Four Seasons?”

 
“You can. Gratefully accepted. That will be far nicer than staying with my daughter.”

 
“Don’t worry about bringing your own whips, we’ve just bought some new ones here you might like to try...”

 
After he hung up, he turned to Linda and Olivia. “See, problem solved. Michael can ask Francine to let Glen demonstrate his skill centre stage as part of the entertainment, and she’ll be putty in Glen’s hands...now, baby, I’m taking you home. It’s been a long day and I want to get you off your feet, into the bath and then bed.”

TWENTY SEVEN

 
But when they arrived at the townhous
e
, Graeme led her down the stairs to the training room, not up the stairs to the bedroom.

 
He unlocked the door. “Usual drill, Olivia. Undress, on your knees...I’m going up to change.” He was in total Dom stance.

 
Olivia smiled to herself. “Wonder what happened to
‘Olivia’s tired, just want to get her home to bed’?”
she muttered.

 
Graeme strode into the training room. Through lowered eyes, she could see the bottoms of his brown leather trousers, his bare feet.

 
“Stand, slave,” he said in an ice cold voice. “Stand, and walk over to the foot of the bed, then stop there with your hands at your sides and your feet together.”

 
Olivia obeyed, keeping her eyes downcast.

 
“So, Slave, you have displeased your Pharaoh, and I shall now punish you severely.”

 
Ah...play acting...
so she was going to be Pharaoh’s slave, not Cleopatra.       “If it pleases you, Pharaoh, I didn’t mean to displease you...”

 
“Well you did. So, I am going to restrain you and have my way with you, with no pleasure allowed for this miserable slave! I should really lash you with my leather strap first, you have been so disobedient!” Graeme unbuckled his belt and started to pull it through the loops and off.

 
“NO...no...no, please not that, Sir...not the strap...” The fear and horror in Olivia’s voice were real. Graeme stared at her white face.

 
He took a deep breath. “Well, then, girl, I shall devise another punishment. Stand perfectly still.”

 
He walked over to the chest.
What had terrified her so much?
Graeme was concerned. He’d never taken the strap to her. Surely she realized he was just acting? He’d planned to bind her hands behind her with his belt while he spanked her. Well, he’d just skip the spanking and move on to the next part of the scene.

 
He opened a drawer and pulled out a roll of clear plastic wrap, and a box cutter.

 
He walked back to Olivia and tossed the cutter onto the bed. “I shall mummify you, Slave, instead of lashing you.”

 
“Yes, Pharaoh.” He could see his kitten was struggling to regain her composure.

 
“Ankles together...” and he started to wrap her in the plastic, from her ankles up. “Arms by your side, girl, and don’t move,” he ordered, and soon Olivia found herself wrapped like a mummy. Graeme had taken care when he reached her mouth and nose to leave the nostrils clear for her to breath, and then he ordered her to leave her eyes open, and left them clear as well. “I like to look into your eyes, and see your submission, Slave,” he told her coldly. She stood stiffly by the bed. She could not move an inch, couldn’t bend her legs, or move her arms or turn her head.

 
He picked her up in his arms and laid her flat on the bed. She was truly helpless. All she could do was stare at the ceiling. She could not move a muscle. The bed dipped as he knelt beside her. She felt him reach over her for something, and then he held his hand in front of her face.

 
“It is time for me to use this cutter, Slave. Don’t move a muscle, or there will be blood, your blood, making a mess...and perhaps I would have the hungry tigers lick it up...and of course they would not stop at the blood, would they slave?”

 
Olivia quaked. Even though she knew he was just playing with her, Graeme was frightening. She held her breath.

 
“I think I’ll start here, at your tits...” and she felt the blade pressed against her nipples, one at a time, as he slashed the wrapping away, just a couple of inches. Only her nipples protruded through the plastic shroud.

 
“Perfect, now I can play with these little nubs...” and his mouth was going from one breast to the other, his tongue and teeth teasing, pulling, pleasing, torturing, elongating. Then he took her nipples between his fingers and rubbed, and twisted, and the arousal shot to the apex of her thighs, and she could feel her muscles twitch and quiver as he laved her pebbly peaks again with his tongue, gently, then the teeth nipping, the lips sucking, the fingers squeezing and pulling, then stroking, gently, gently...every time her excitement grew, he stilled and became gentle, but he never stopped touching...and she could not move, not an inch...and each time, he stopped before she could reach her peak...

 
“Well, Slave, that was amusing, but now, my cock requires your attention...” and he picked up the blade again, and she felt it pressed against her lips, and he carefully, so carefully, slit the plastic over her mouth.  “So, Slave, make me pleasured. It will be interesting to see what you can do with just your mouth, without the use of those soft caressing hands...”

 
Graeme was straddling her now, looming over her and his cock was at her mouth. He rubbed it around her lips. “Open your mouth, slave girl, and pleasure me!” he commanded, and thrust roughly into her mouth. She opened her lips as far as she could, and tried, with her tongue to tease his throbbing purple head, to lick his pre-cum, to create the suction he preferred, but it was difficult, so difficult with the plastic restricting her movements. She felt his hands on either side of her head, holding her exactly where he wanted her and he began to thrust harder, faster, and his cock was swelling and she could tell from the throbbing that he was close to coming. She prepared to swallow his cream.

 
He pulled out abruptly. “That was pleasurable, Slave...almost too pleasurable. I nearly gave you my seed, and I am not sure yet if you are worthy to receive it...let me focus my attention elsewhere...” and she felt his weight shift as he climbed off her, and reached again for the blade.

 
“Where shall I go next? I think you know, don’t you, Slave, where your Pharaoh is going next?”...and she felt the blade between her thighs, just below her pussy, and he slit upward about six inches.

             
“Ah, what to do I have here? It’s an interesting place, this...”and his fingers were pushing the plastic apart, enough to give him access. He was stroking, softly, along her slit. “Oh, I think you like this, Slave. You’re wet for your Pharaoh...you think these fingers should tease you, don’t you? Give you some pleasure? Well, you’re the slave, and I’m the Pharaoh, and it is I who get the pleasure tonight, slave!” and his legs were straddling her again, but now his cock was positioned to enter her slick, wet folds, and he plunged in, hard and fast...

 
“This is so good, Slave, because this way you are so tight, it’s very pleasing to me. I have your legs so tight together that you can’t move, and the angle is giving me such a tight little channel to enjoy. Oh, yes!” Graeme moved hard and fast, and as he drove into her, his cock excited her clit at every stroke, and she felt her muscles quiver and grab his huge shaft as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her velvet delights.

 
“Oh, Slave, don’t you dare come...” he grunted as he pounded into her...

 
Olivia felt his cock swell, and pulse and she knew he was about to explode into her, and she struggled to hold her excitement back.

 
“Come for me, slave, come now!” he commanded and they climaxed together, and he collapsed on top of her...

 
He recovered a minute or two later and sat up, and reached for the blade. Within seconds, he had sliced the wrap free and lay beside her, cradling her in his arms, nuzzling her hair.

 
“You were a very good slave, kitten,” he told her. “You’re a very good actress.”

 
“You were a wonderful Pharaoh, Sir,” she replied. “Very commanding...”

 
“I liked that,” he told her. “Never done it before, but you can be sure we’ll be doing it again. It pleased me, so we’ll be doing it again.”

 
“I never read about anything like that,” she told him, “in my books.”

 
“I saw a couple doing this in New York about a year ago,” he smiled at her. “It looked like fun, and it was...but he had used a bullwhip on her first, as if she really was an Egyptian slave.”

 
“I felt like an Egyptian slave, Sir,” she hastened to tell him. “No need for the bullwhip.”

 
Graeme laughed and then grew serious. “I don’t own a bullwhip, Olivia. Not to my taste. You were terrified, though, when I said I was going to lash you with the leather strap. Why? Has someone hurt you with a strap?”

 
Olivia went very quiet. Finally she said, “My grandfather whips me with his belt whenever he is angry...and sometimes it was so bad I couldn’t go to school the next day...” The tears trickled down her face.

 
Graeme held her close. “Sweetheart, I promise you that no one will ever do that to you again.” He kissed her tears away. They lay there for a long, long time.