Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (50 page)

 
“No, but I plan to go,” said Hailie. “Playground of the rich and famous.”

 
“Is it?”

 
“Oh, yes,” said Amanda, “Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones have a home there, and all sorts of other celebrities. Why, are you thinking of going there?”

 
“Just a thought. Rose mentioned it today.”

 
“You used up most of your holidays going to Newcastle upon Tyne to see your relatives, didn’t you?” said Amanda.

 
“I did, Amanda.”

 
“How’s Linda doing at her new job?” asked Amanda. “Haven’t heard from her at all.”

 
“Very well. She likes it. Only her and her boss in the office. Good money, good hours, great benefits...”

 
“Karen is starting Monday in the Secretarial Pool. I guess now Hailie is already promoted in three months, that Mr. Smith will have to be looking for two more, since I’m off to University soon.”

 
“I hope I like her, since I have to share an office with her for the next three months,” said Hailie.

 
Olivia yawned while Hailie and Amanda speculated about Karen.

She decided to change her break times. Without Linda, and mostly without Rose now, she’d rather have tea at her desk and just work through.

 
Linda appeared at the Currency Tradin
g
door just past five. Olivia smiled, picked up her handbag and the two women went to the well lit Ladies Room.

  Olivia removed her makeup bag, and deftly created a stunning, sexy eye makeup on Linda’s anxious face.

  “Relax, Linda. I’ll bet Michael is just as anxious as you are. This makeup is going to look stunning with your white outfit.”

  “Do you really think so, ‘Livi?  I hope I remember all the words you wrote for me.”

  “I’m sure he’s quaking in his boots.  He does adore you, you know that.”

  “Well, I know I adore him. I
hope
he adores me.”

 
“Silly girl! Of course he does. He’s just leased the townhouse to make your life together lovely, hasn’t he?  Incidentally, Graeme and I talked, and Mrs. Pyle is included in the lease, so you have a housekeeper now. She starts at nine and finishes at five, so you’ll have your privacy, and she’ll leave you a decent dinner every weekday evening. She isn’t Mrs. Green, but her cooking’s not bad.”

  “Wow. Oh, ‘Livi, I’m shaking.”

  “Settle down. How are you getting to the Club?”

  “Michael’s sent Rod the barman to drive me over. He’s waiting downstairs.”

  “See, Michael looks after your every need, Linda. Like a good Dom should.”

  “Just like Graeme looks after you, ‘Livi.”

THIRTY ONE

 
Graeme was waiting at the car
.

 
“I think Rose has done a great job as our wedding planner, Graeme. Thank you, Sir, for giving her the responsibility.”

 
Graeme laughed. “You’re welcome, pet. We need to get home and change ready for tonight’s ceremony. I want you to wear the dress we bought for you to go to The Club the first time.”

 
“Yes, Sir.”

 
He stood behind her an hour later, after they’d grabbed a quick dinner and changed into their club attire. He was in his black leather pants and a white silk shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned nearly to his waist. He looked magnificent, Olivia thought.

 
She was in the bandage dress. Her breasts were definitely bigger, and more of her nipples showed. He stood behind her, and tried to cover them, but it was an impossible job. She grinned at him in the mirror.

 
“You told me my breasts were bigger, Graeme. We could always pull it down, and let my breasts hang out, like you did the first night at the club.” He shook his head.

 
“Baby, don’t you have a pretty black lace strapless bra and matching thong?”

 
“I do, Sir.” Graeme had ordered a ton of sexy lingerie on line one night from
Agent Provocateur
.

 
“Put them on. I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine.”

 
Olivia smiled to herself and put on the strapless bra and the thong. She pulled the dress below her breasts and the effect was quite sexy. She was covered, but somehow, she looked sexier like that than with her nipples showing.

 
Graeme turned her sideways. “Look, kitten, we can see a tiny baby bump already.” He grinned proudly as he caressed her belly.”

 
“That might just be dinner, Graeme.”

 
“No, that’s our baby.”

 
“Put your hair up, pet in one of those sexy messy buns...”

 
She did.

 
“Turn around to face the mirror again, pet.”

She did and gasped as he draped a heavy Platinum band around her neck. A platinum band covered in lapis, sapphires and diamonds.
Yellow diamonds. Graeme had asked Ragnar to change the white diamonds for yellow, to match ‘Livi’s engagement ring. It was beautiful.

 
“Oh, Sir...this is a collar, isn’t it?”

 
“It is kitten. I ordered it from Ragnar a month ago. Let me lock it in place. I want you wearing it tonight. I think I need to send my cousin Glen a very clear message as well as Francine and Naomi.”

 
“Will I wear it all the time, Sir?”

 
Graeme shook his head. “No, just when I choose.”

 
“Are we, are we going to exchange vows, Graeme?”

 
“Our vows will be our wedding vows, Olivia. Which we will write together and which will reflect our unique relationship.”

 
“Yes, Sir.”

 
He slipped the key to her collar around his neck and made sure that it hung in full view against his chest.

 
“Now, put these earrings in, will you?”

 
The earrings were diamond studs, five carats each. Yellow diamond, to match her ring.

 
“Oh, Graeme, they are beautiful...thank you, Sir.”

 
“I thought you could wear them tomorrow night, the collar and the earrings. The collar looks like a choker, doesn’t it? And it will be lovely with that blue dress.”

 
Olivia smiled. “You are spoiling me, Sir, and I am so grateful.”

 
“I know you are, pet. I wouldn’t be doing it if you weren’t.”

  They grinned at each other in the mirror.

  “Ragnar will be there tonight. I’ll have him sit beside you, shall I? You two liked each other, didn’t you?” said Graeme.

 
They stood quietly for a moment, Graeme behind Olivia, his hands on her shoulders, looking at their reflection in the mirror, a dark, handsome, powerfully built man behind a blonde, beautiful, petite woman. Graeme smiled. It looked so
right
.

 
They walked into The Club. Glen was there, talking to Michael and a strikingly attractive woman, tall, slender, with sleek dark hair and sparkling dark brown eyes. Her black leather corset and thong enhanced her perfect figure. She was stunning. Olivia felt her heart sink.

 
Graeme’s hand tightened slightly on her shoulder. “Showtime, ‘Livi. Head up. Remember, it’s
you
I chose to have my baby, it’s
you
I’m marrying.”

 
“Yes, Sir.”

 
“Good pet, now come on over and meet Francine.”

 
“Ah, Graeme, Olivia. I just introduced Glen and Francine.” Michael was smiling but his eyes were watchful. “Francine has agreed to allow your cousin to dominate her with his bullwhip on the stage after the ceremony. We are going to have displays of various arts, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to showcase Grant’s talents, since he’s here visiting us.”

 
Francine’s eyes widened as she saw the collar around Olivia’s neck, the massive diamond ring on her left hand.

 
“I...’aven’t met you yet, ‘ave I?” Her French accent was charming.

 
“Francine, this is my fiancée, Olivia.”

 
The two women exchanged a limp handshake.

“I didn’t realize Olivia is your fiancée this morning, Graeme?” said Glen.

  “No, we keep our private and business lives quite separate, for obvious reasons.”

 
Michael broke the silence. “Shall we go to the stage area? We were just waiting for you to arrive, Graeme, so this Graduation Ceremony can begin. Olivia, we’ve reserved a seat for you beside Ragnar in the front row. Glen, Francine, I have seats for you, just up there in the fourth row. Graeme, let’s get up on stage, shall we? I think our five young ladies are quite anxious to get this going.”

 
“Nice collar, kitten,” Michael whispered in her ear as he seated her.

 
“He didn’t like Glen chatting me up this morning at the Bank,” she whispered back.

 
Michael grinned. “He ordered that about a week after he claimed you, kitten...Ragnar told me. He was shocked, Graeme’s never asked for a collar before.”

 
The Nordic god beside her smiled down at her. “Olivia, you do my design great justice, my dear. I can see why the usually aloof Graeme is enchanted with you.”

 
“Ragnar I must thank you so much for your lovely designs.”

 
“It is I who should thank you for showcasing them so perfectly. Graeme invited me this afternoon to your wedding. I shall watch you exchange your rings with great pleasure. I was amused that he went with his choice.”

 
“He is my Dom,” said Olivia. “He makes all the decisions, as he should.”

 
“You
are
a good little pet, aren’t you, Olivia. No wonder he’s marrying you.”

 
He’s only marrying me because I’m pregnant, and I don’t think he’ll stay married to me long, but I can’t tell you that.
I can’t tell anybody that this marriage is only for a short time, until he tires of me after our baby is born. Because if we have a son, he won’t need or want a second child…

 
The lights dimmed and a spotlight lit up centre stage. Graeme stepped up to a podium.

 
“We are here tonight to celebrate the graduation of five young ladies who have studied hard for the last several weeks to
master
the art of submission.”

 
The audience laughed at Graeme’s play on words.

 
“They are indeed brave and giving young women who now thoroughly understand and are ready to embrace the lifestyle that those of us in this room share. They have taken the time and effort to learn how to truly and sincerely serve and please a Master. Dom Michael and I will introduce these delightful young women to you, and present them with their certificates.

 
“Then, we are starting a new tradition here at
The Hedonist’s Pleasure
. Two of the graduates have chosen to present collars to a Dom of their choice, hoping that the Dom will find them worthy and take them into his protection.”

 
One by one, the girls came forward, Michael introducing them to the crowd, and Graeme presenting them with their certificates. Then the five girls sat in the front row between Michael and Jameson.

 
Graemeturned to the audienc
e
.

  “Now, we begin the new tradition for our C
lub, the tradition of a public collaring ceremony for graduates of our courses. Tonight, two of our graduates have chosen to offer themselves to a Dom. To do this publicly takes a great deal of courage, for they had to overcome the fear of rejection. Our good friend Dom Ragnar has designed two collars uniquely suited to enhance the beauty of the new submissives.

 
“I shall first call Mariah to the Stage.”

 
Mariah came up and knelt before Graeme.

 
“Mariah, do you wish to present your collar?”

 
“I do, Dom Graeme.”

 
Graeme opened a green leather case and removed a gold collar adorned with emeralds, diamonds and peridots, with a heart shaped lock faced in jade. He held it up for the entire crowd to see. It was very beautiful. Olivia glanced up at Ragnar and smiled at his pride.

 
“Mariah, who do you wish to offer this collar to?”

 
“To Dom Jameson, if it pleases him, Sir.”

 
“Dom Jameson, will you come to the stage and stand in front of Mariah.”