Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (8 page)

 
“No, Sir, I didn’t.”

 
Graeme grinned. “I’m sure they were surprised. You have quite a reputation as a little bitch. From now on the only bitch you’ll be is my bitch, eh my little slut?”

 
Olivia bowed her head. She didn’t like being called names. Graeme saw that and smirked. He’d save that for when he wanted to humiliate her, bring her into line.

 
“Are we going to your club, Sir?”

 
“No, I’m too tired. Jet lagged, a little. You drive, straight home.”

 
They arrived back at Graeme’s townhouse.

 
Olivia quickly discovered that Graeme’s definition of tired was not hers.

 
He took her into the study and drilled her for nearly two hours on the rules and regulations.

 
She made two small mistakes. He laid her across the arm of the sofa pulled up her dress,  and spanked her twelve times on each cheek each time she erred. There was no stroking, no making her feel erotic. These were punishments, for not being letter perfect and they hurt.

 
Olivia felt shame that she was not perfect, and apologized profusely. Graeme hid his amusement and stared at her, stone faced, saying nothing.

 
She was perfect on the symbols. He told her to bend over the arm of the sofa again, and she expected another spanking, for what she didn’t quite know. She hadn’t made any mistakes on the symbols.

 
But he wanted to take her, and he fucked her hard, not letting her find release.

 
Olivia felt like Graeme’s fuck toy after that, as the girl was called in the book she’d read on her kindle during her bus ride to and from her bed-sitter each day this week. This fucking was totally devoid of any emotion, any caring. He was just using her to relieve his sexual tension.

 
When Graeme abruptly pulled out before he climaxed, she thought that he was no longer pleased with her, even as that…and assumed he would be sending her home, never to return. He would sack her Monday morning, and she would lose not only him, but the new job she was enjoying so much. It was fun, sorting out the mess, designing new forms.

 
Graeme sent her upstairs to draw him a bath. Olivia poured in the foaming lavender bath gel he preferred, and made sure he had enough bath towels on the heated rack.

 
He came into the bathroom and glanced at her impersonally, as if he wondered why she was still there.

 
“Er, take that dress off and hang it up, and take the make-up off your face. Then you can scrub my back.” He turned his back on her and undressed.

 
Quietly she went into the bedroom, took the dress off and hung it in his wardrobe.

 
Probably he meant to keep it when he sent her home, since he’d paid for it.

 
She was glad she had her long black mackintosh to wear home on the bus. Hopefully, no one would guess she would be naked under the coat. She went to the vanity at the other end of the enormous bathroom and removed her make-up. Olivia knelt by the bathtub and washed Graeme’s back.

 
“Now get in here, and wash my front, little slut.”

 
“Yes, Sir.”

 
Oh dear, he was really displeased with her
.

 
Olivia climbed into the tub and knelt between Graeme’s legs, facing him. Her eyes were downcast, her shoulders drooped. He could see that she was very subdued, and sad. He smiled sardonically.

 
That had put her in her place, punished her for occupying so much of his attention while he was away.

 
But he wasn’t finished yet. And her mouth was so inviting…

 
She squeezed some of the bath gel onto her hands and washed his chest and abdomen.  His cock rose out of the water. Olivia carefully rinsed the suds away. He didn’t say anything to her, just put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it down onto the purple throbbing head.

 
Olivia made love to his cock as if she would never get the opportunity again. She tried to remember everything he’d taught last Sunday about using her tongue, slipping into the top of his pulsating head, licking all the pre-cum, sucking him as he liked, using her cheeks to create suction. She could tell from the moans coming from Graeme that she was doing a good job. His cock started to pulse and soon she had swallowed the powerful spurts of his sperm.

 
“Oh, that was good, girl. I’ve turned you into the best little cocksucker I know. Now get me dried off and into bed, will you? I’m very tired.”

 
“Yes, Sir.”

 
“You can wake me up doing that in the morning.”

 
“Yes, Sir.” Olivia paused. “Are you sure you want me to spend the night here, Sir? I seem to have displeased you.”

 
“You will stay. I’ve just told you how I want you to wake me up.”

 
“Yes, Sir.” Olivia carefully dried Graeme, and then led him to his bed. She turned down the covers and he climbed in.

 
“Now, go and dry yourself off, girl. You’re shivering. Don’t take too long. I want you in here so that I can go to sleep. If you take too long, I’ll doze off and then you’ll just wake me. I shall have to punish you if that’s the case.”

 
Olivia hurriedly dried herself and brushed her teeth. Graeme was lying on his back with his eyes closed. She careful turned the covers back just enough for her to slip in and lay on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb him.

 
Graeme smiled to himself.

 
He’d punished her enough for making him obsess about her all week.

 
He reached out and pulled her into the middle of the bed. “Now I think I want a taste of something I like very much…and I like it even better now it’s bare, kitten...”

Suddenly her legs were wide apart and his head was between them and his tongue and fingers were magical, plunging and teasing, flicking, licking, rubbing her clit until she exploded around the three fingers he had inside her. She saw stars.

  When she came to she was cradled in his arms, and he was kissing her softly. Olivia could taste herself on his lips. It was so erotic.

 
Just before they fell asleep, Graeme said softly to her, “Did you miss the spanking all week, Olivia?”

 
“I tried to behave myself so that I didn’t deserve a spanking while you were away, Sir. But I did make those two errors on the rules and regulations, so it was right that you spanked me twice tonight to remind me to study harder.”

 
Graeme smiled to himself. The girl was so earnest, so eager to please him. Well, he’d just punish her a little more for constantly occupying his thoughts.

 
“I went to a club in New York, Olivia, where I have a membership.”

 
Olivia was deflated. “Oh
.”

 
O.K. her ego was destroyed by now, the way he’d been treating her so coldly. Time to throw her a bone.

 
“But no one caught my fancy. So I had a drink and went back to my hotel without indulging in any of the delights that Club offers.”

 
“Oh. You missed me, then?” Olivia’s voice was hopeful.

 
Graeme smirked. He’d forgotten how much fun it was to play with an untrained pet.

 
“Of course I did, you silly girl, just a little.”

 
“Thank you, Sir, for finding me a little pleasing. I will try hard to do better for you.”

 
Perhaps he’d keep her for another week…she hoped.

 
“I may take you to The Club tomorrow evening, Olivia. This time we’ll try some new experiences for you.”

 
Olivia smiled and purred. “Your pet is happy to hear that, Sir.”

 
Graeme kissed her. “Your master is happy to hear his pet is happy, kitten. I may keep you, at least for a while. Perhaps I’ll give you a month’s trial as my pet, shall I?”

 
Olivia beamed up at him. “If it pleases you, Sir!” 

 
She hoped she’d said that right, to show both her appreciation and respect.

 
“I think tomorrow night, I’ll introduce you to a suede flogger. It won’t hurt if I’m in a good mood, just sensitize your skin, and make you feel everything sharper, so when I take you, you’ll lose yourself in your orgasms. I’ll give you at least three orgasms before I bring you home. I like my friends to watch me give satisfaction to my pets.”

 
True to his word, Graeme took her to
The
Hedonist’s Pleasure
again the following evening. This time, he didn’t take her onto the stage, but rather into one of the rooms that had a large viewing balcony around the top. He ordered her curtly to strip, and fastened her ankles and wrists with leather cuffs to chains attached to a large frame in the middle of the room. She was standing, naked, arms above her head, legs wide apart. The room began to turn! No…no, the frame must be on a turntable, and Graeme had turned it on, so that all of her was made visible to the balcony. All the people watching could see
everything.
Olivia felt shy, exposed. Graeme’s face was so cold, so stern. She felt afraid of him then, vulnerable, realizing for the first time that he could inflict as much pain and humiliation as he wished, and she had acknowledged his power to do so, accepted him as her Master, her Dom. Spanking was one thing, the way he spanked her had been erotic, except of course last night, when he was punishing her for her mistakes, but this, this was more serious…

 
She waited, her breathing shallow, for him to begin.

 
Olivia looked into Graeme’s eyes. They were cold, so, cold. The planes of his face were chiselled, hard, hard like the muscles of his torso above his black leather pants. His smile seemed cruel.

 
“Head up, Olivia, look at the audience in the balcony. I want them to see how beautiful you are.”

 
She obeyed, instantly.

 
“Good girl,” he said softly into her ear as he circled her. She felt the soft fronds of the suede flogger he held in his right hand. “I’m going to brush your body with the flogger now, Pet, just brush it, so that you can feel how erotic it can be…see, little one, how lovely it feels as I brush it over the tips of your breasts, and now, now over the sweet curve of your ass,…and now, kitten, over your inner thighs and up over your bare mound, over your belly, up again over your perfect tits, over your throat, up your arms…”

 
His voice was gentle now, hypnotic, calming. Her breathing stilled.

 
“Good pet, now I’m going to strike you softly, softly all over your skin, and then harder and then harder. It isn’t going to hurt you, kitten, and it isn’t punishment, it’s all about pleasure. Your blood will come to the surface of your skin, pet, and you will be so sensitive, so ready to feel the pleasure I’ll give you when I’ve finished….”

 
The blows began, just as he described them, soft, so soft she could hardly feel them, all over her body, and then he started again, and the blows were a little stronger now, but still almost like a caress…and then they came faster, harder, and her skin began to tingle, to glow and then…then they were faster and stinging now, stinging but not very painful and everything was so sensitive, and she was feeling those quivers in the pit of her belly, and she could feel her arousal, and her body was arching to meet those fronds now, welcoming the blows, inviting the blows and she was dripping wet, dripping…

 
“I’m going to hit your clit now, kitten and I want you to come...” and the flogger hit her clit three times, raining stinging blows, erotic, stirring...her quivers grew...and she climaxed, amazed at her response to his blows...

 
The blows stopped abruptly, as they had begun. He was standing behind her now and his hands were stroking her, touching her arms, her torso, presenting her breasts for view to the audience watching in the balcony, twisting her nipples so that the pain shot directly to her belly, to her cunt, oh, oh, she was even thinking dirty now, and she wanted him to touch her
there
to stroke her, to plunge his fingers into her and he did just that, and whispered into her ear,

 
“Come again, kitten, come again...now, kitten!”

 
His fingers plunged deeper and faster and she clenched around them and reached such a height of sensations for the second time…

 
And suddenly, suddenly he was unclipping her ankles, and pulling her legs around his hips, and he was thrusting that magnificent cock of his deep into her, as his lips laved her neck, his hand supported her ass, holding her just where he wanted her as he took her ferociously.

 
“You can come again now, kitten, come for me,” he groaned in her ear, and she exploded around him as he shot his cream deep into her.