Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) Read Free Page A

be spanked?”
      “Oh….yes, Sir, yes, sometimes I do.”
      “Have you ever had a partner who spanked you?”
      “No, no, not yet…but I’ve thought about it ever since I read one book, a bestselling book….I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now.”
      “Well, kitten, perhaps now you’ve found a man who will spank you, when you deserve it.”
     
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      Olivia didn’t know whether to be elated or afrai d . Surely he wouldn‘t hurt her too much, would he? They were both very quiet during the taxi ride to Graeme’s townhouse. When they arrived, and he had locked the door behind her and set the alarm, he smiled down at her. He spoke kindly to her.
      “Don’t be afraid, Olivia. I’ll be quite gentle with you tonight. Before we enter into any serious commitments, we have to find out if we’re compatible, don’t we? Especially since you’ve never done anything like this before. So, for tonight, all I expect of you is that you’ll do exactly as I tell you, with no hesitation. If you can manage that, and I find you pleasing, as a reward, I’ll take you to my club and you can satisfy your curiosity, and find out a little more of what I will demand of you if I keep you as my pet.”
      “If I don’t please you, it will cost me my job at the Bank, won’t it?”
      “Not if you’re discreet and keep tonight between the two of us. And I think you are discreet, aren’t you, kitten?”
      Graeme was lying of course. He wouldn’t want her at the Bank now she knew his secret. But she’d blow up at John Taylor one day soon, and he’d have Personnel use that as cause to sack her. After all, she’d been written up twice before for telling Department Head off.
      “In all the books, because I’ve read three or four now, the pet calls her Dom Sir or Master . Would you want me to do that?”
      “I will, and you’ve been calling me Sir quite nicely, so we’ll stick with that, shall we?”
      “Yes, Sir. And the girls all keep their eyes down as a sign of respect, and kneel.”
      Graeme smiled. This was going well. It was easier than he’d imagined it would be, thanks to Olivia’s reading habits.
      “Tonight, I want to look into your eyes, Olivia. They are very pretty eyes, and look quite scared at the moment. I will have you on your knees shortly, but for now, I think we’ll go into the study, and have a drink, and sit down on the sofa, shall we? I need to talk to you before we begin.”
      Olivia followed Graeme into a room filled with built in bookcases around a large fireplace, maroon leather furniture, plush oriental rugs, exquisite paintings, antique occasional tables and a large mahogany desk. The large leather sofa faced the fireplace. It was a lovely room.
      She sat primly on the edge of the sofa while he poured them each a brandy. Olivia noticed he had not asked what she wanted. But he wouldn’t would he? The men in the books never asked the woman what she wanted, and Graeme Browning never asked at work, either. He told his staff what he wanted and expected to be obeyed.
      She looked up at him, and said, “Thank you, Sir, for this brandy.”
      “You’re welcome, pet. Now, I want you to take your hair down from that charming bun.”
      Olivia pulled the pins out of her hair, and shook her head.  Her pale blonde hair had been shampooed that morning, and floated down around her shoulder.
      Graeme ran his fingers though it and smiled.   “Lovely, Olivia, just lovely. But so badly cut. Never mind, that can be attended to very quickly.”
      “Thank you, Sir.”
      Graeme wrapped his hands in her hair, pulled her face to his, and covered her lips with his. There was nothing soft about the kiss, nothing romantic. It was a kiss of possession.
      “A man marking his woman,” she thought as his tongue parted her willing lips, invaded her mouth and duelled with hers, owning it as if it was an extension of his. She’d never been kissed