Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) Read Online Free PDF Page B

floated around her shoulders like a pale blonde cloud. Her lapis eyes were wide, wonderstruck. He rested his chin on her head and palmed her breasts.
      “You look lovely, Olivia. My friends will find you enchanting. Half my pleasure, little pet, comes from my friends admiring you.”
      “Oh.” Olivia paused. “You did tell me that, last night, Sir. I accept that.”
      Graeme smiled to himself. She was a brave pet, this little kitten.
      He took her out for lunch, to a restaurant with a deck overlooking the river. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the prices on the menu. He smiled as she picked the cheapest item, shook his head and ordered a very expensive seafood salad for each of them with a bottle of Sancerre to accompany the meal.
      Graeme was surprised at his delight in Olivia’s enjoyment of her food.
      “So, you like shrimp and crab, my little pet?”
      “Oh, Sir, I never had them before, and they are wonderful! And this wine...it’s so lovely.”
      “You never had shrimp or crab before?”
      “No, my grandfather said it was too expensive to feed me. When they had it, they used to give me fishpaste on toast...”
      Graeme just shook his head and ordered lemon gelato for dessert...and then he took her home and back up to his bedroom. He’d save the training room until after he watched Olivia’s reaction to The Club.
      He undressed her slowl y , and tied her wrists above her head to the slats in his headboard, and spent the afternoon lazily exploring every inch of her skin with his fingers, his lips, his tongue. He stayed dressed, and drove her several times to the edge of satisfaction, each time to pull away, frustrating her greatly, waiting for her to still again, and then he began to stroke and lick and kiss...over and over and over...
      Finally, he untied her.
      “I wanted to learn your body, Olivia. What pleases you most, how you react to my touch.”
      “You didn’t let me come...” she complained petulantly.
      “No, I didn’t. I told you last night, I alone decide when you have earned that pleasure, not you. And I don’t like that tone of voice. You won’t use it again, or I shall take a cane to that lovely bottom.”
      Olivia hung her head in shame. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
      Graeme felt the smile twitch at the corner of his mouth. He made his voice cold and stern.
      “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Olivia. I expect you to lose that attitude now . I don’t want to hear any complaints or petulance from you again. Here or at the Bank. Do you understand me? No more rudeness, smart remarks or sarcasm to me or anybody else. You will be respectful and polite at all times.”
      Her head hung lower, embarrassment flushed her cheeks. “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly.
      Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. She’d upset him. Surely he’d tell her to leave now, and she’d never know such pleasure again...
      Graeme let her suffer for a few minutes and then spoke again, his voice neutral and calm.
      “Come on, pet, get dressed now and you can make me dinner.”
      Once again, Olivia turned red. “I’m afraid I don’t know how to cook, Sir...”
      “How do you feed yourself?”
      “I have cereal for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch unless I buy soup and salad, but I usually can’t afford that, and I heat up a tin of soup or baked beans on toast for my supper. I have a hot plate in my bedsitter. Oh, I sometimes make poached eggs, I found an egg poacher at the charity shop.”
      Graeme shuddered.
      “Let me show you how to grill a steak, Olivia. We’ll have grilled steak and salad on the deck since it’s such a nice evening. I’ll show you how, and next time you will prepare the meal...”
      He was going to show her how to cook steak! And he said there would be a next time!   Olivia fervently thanked her Guardian Angel.
      They took a taxi to TheHedonist’s Pleasur e about eleven that night. Graeme pulled her onto his lap in the back seat.  His