Free Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) by Kate Britton Page A

Francine had. Oh, they had a long way to go yet, but she was coming along nicely. Tonight he’d take her into his training room, and work on that bottom. He liked that bottom very much. Maybe he’d start her on nipple clamps tonight as well, but he’d given that diamond starter pair to Francine, because they were so lovely, and she’d begged so prettily when she’d spied them lying in the drawer of his chest when she visited him in April.
      Hmmm, he could just pop along to Ragnar’s Jewellery Shop at noon and see what he had on hand in his private section in the back room. Ragnar was a member of Graeme’s club and crafted wonderful pieces that suited Graeme’s purposes.
      It was too soon to start designing a collar, wasn’t it? Or was it ?
      Where did that thought come from? He’d never collared anybody, not even Carrie, not Francine, so why would he want a collar for a little girl he’d only had for two weekends?
      Only two weekends, he couldn’t count the week in between, he’d been in New York. In New York obsessing about her.
      He’d keep the nipple clamps simple, inexpensive. He didn’t want his money to start being the attraction she felt for him, the way his daughters and even Michael thought his money was the main attraction to Francine.
      So far, he was sure it wasn’t the main attraction to Olivia. Well, if he held off the gift giving and the expensive trips, and the credit card, he’d be sure the attraction was sincere.
      Not that it mattered if it wasn’t really, because she was only his pet, after all, not his lover.
      He laughed to himself. He’d handed her a hundred quid to buy some thongs, told her she could get some for twenty pounds. She’d shopped the sales on a lunch hour and proudly told him she’d purchased seven pair of lace thongs for seventy pounds, and handed him his thirty pounds change. Hell, Francine used to pay over a hundred for a single pair...
      Graeme and Ragnar conferred for nearly an hour, and when he left the jeweller’s, Graeme had the perfect adjustable nipple clamps for his kitten. They were sterling silver, with lapis lazuli shards falling down about three inches below the nipple, and they had a silver chain joining them, that had interesting uses. Ragnar had custom-made them while he watched, taken a plain silver pair and made it exquisite.
      Graeme smiled as he left the jeweller’s. He would make her take that chain in her mouth, and pull on it, and torture her own nipples. Oh, that would be fun to watch. He wondered how much pain she’d create for herself. Hmmm, he hadn’t tested those tits yet to see just how responsive they were to pain.
      He turned, went back into Ragnar’s jewellery salon and also bought an unadorned gold set, again adjustable, that would make the nubs of Olivia’s breasts stand out more, and he planned to have her wear these under her prim blouses to work one day soon.
      He’d already given her a slave bracelet, to wear around her bicep when they went to The Club, to denote she was spoken for but not yet collared, as was his club’s custom. It had looked lovely on her arm when he had her in the frame the other night. The nipple clamps and the bracelet would stay at his townhouse, to adorn her as he chose. She would never realized he’d bought them for her, she’d think he kept them for all his pets to wear.
    And finally, he’d commissioned Ragnar to design a collar for him. There was no rush, but his jeweller friend said he’d have a couple of designs to show him within a few weeks.
      Ragnar been on the balcony at the club, had watched Graeme flog his little kitten at The Club the night before, and he had some ideas to enhance Olivia’s beautiful neck. But he doubted his designs would ever be made into a collar. To the best of Ragnar’s knowledge, Graeme had never collared any woman.
     
    SEVEN
      Graeme stopped for a quick meal at the Greek restauran t on the corner by Browning’s Mercantile Bank.