his emotions as well. He’s not going to fall in love with me, and he seems to expect that I won’t fall in love with him, either.”
“Sounds like a pretty dead-end relationship to me,” said Rose.
“He never said it would be forever,” agreed Olivia sadly. She picked up her teacup. “Well, I’d better get downstairs…” and she left the table before the girls could see the tears welling in her eyes .
What was with the tears? She’d only spent the weekend with Graeme, and already she was regretting the casual nature of his relationship with her. She’d better get a grip, or he’d be looking for another pet.
Olivia bumped into Linda in the lobby when she was on her way home.
“Linda,” she asked tentatively, “I didn’t like to ask you at tea, because Amanda would make a meal of it, but my new boyfriend prefers thongs, and I don’t have any...do you know where I could buy some inexpensively?”
Linda smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do. Maria’s Lingerie Boutique is having a sale this week. I was going to drop in there tomorrow at lunch and see what she had marked down. Would you like to come with me?”
“Yes, please. My boyfriend says he likes lace...”
They walked to the bus stop chatting about men and lingerie. On the ride home Olivia realized it had been nice, to chat to Linda like that. Perhaps they could become friends, real friends not just teatime acquaintances.
At the same time Linda was reflecting that Olivia seemed nice, really nice, away from work. Perhaps she’d invite her over one night for a glass of wine and a chat with her and her roommates...maybe Wednesday.
FIVE
Graeme returned from New York Friday evening . Olivia was waiting for him at Heathrow. She’d driven his car with great care.
He kissed her when he saw her and held her close to him. She could feel the evidence of his pleasure seeing her, and smiled into his chest. He let her go.
“Were you a good girl, Olivia?”
“I think I was, Sir.”
Graeme smiled. He liked being called Sir by Olivia, in that soft, respectful voice. He looked her up and down, and smiled approvingly.
“Hair, make-up and dress are correct, as I told you. You look lovely, so sexy, pet. Did you study?”
“I did. I can recite all the rules and regulations we trade under, and I can identify the symbols for the sixty most traded currencies. Mr. Taylor is very pleased with me.”
“Were you nice to the girls at the Bank?”
“I was. I wasn’t mean or nasty at all. I didn’t tease Amanda at all. They were very surprised, I think. And I was quiet and respectful to the traders, and wore the clothes you laid out. No one got out of line. It’s a very busy department. I don’t think any of them even looked twice at me.”
“I went shopping with Linda, and had supper with her at her flat Wednesday evening, and met her roommate. We had a great time. I was home by ten, though, so I could study for an hour before bed.”
“So you had no run-ins with any of the staff in Currency Trading?”
“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
“Sounds like a pretty dead-end relationship to me,” said Rose.
“He never said it would be forever,” agreed Olivia sadly. She picked up her teacup. “Well, I’d better get downstairs…” and she left the table before the girls could see the tears welling in her eyes .
What was with the tears? She’d only spent the weekend with Graeme, and already she was regretting the casual nature of his relationship with her. She’d better get a grip, or he’d be looking for another pet.
Olivia bumped into Linda in the lobby when she was on her way home.
“Linda,” she asked tentatively, “I didn’t like to ask you at tea, because Amanda would make a meal of it, but my new boyfriend prefers thongs, and I don’t have any...do you know where I could buy some inexpensively?”
Linda smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do. Maria’s Lingerie Boutique is having a sale this week. I was going to drop in there tomorrow at lunch and see what she had marked down. Would you like to come with me?”
“Yes, please. My boyfriend says he likes lace...”
They walked to the bus stop chatting about men and lingerie. On the ride home Olivia realized it had been nice, to chat to Linda like that. Perhaps they could become friends, real friends not just teatime acquaintances.
At the same time Linda was reflecting that Olivia seemed nice, really nice, away from work. Perhaps she’d invite her over one night for a glass of wine and a chat with her and her roommates...maybe Wednesday.
FIVE
Graeme returned from New York Friday evening . Olivia was waiting for him at Heathrow. She’d driven his car with great care.
He kissed her when he saw her and held her close to him. She could feel the evidence of his pleasure seeing her, and smiled into his chest. He let her go.
“Were you a good girl, Olivia?”
“I think I was, Sir.”
Graeme smiled. He liked being called Sir by Olivia, in that soft, respectful voice. He looked her up and down, and smiled approvingly.
“Hair, make-up and dress are correct, as I told you. You look lovely, so sexy, pet. Did you study?”
“I did. I can recite all the rules and regulations we trade under, and I can identify the symbols for the sixty most traded currencies. Mr. Taylor is very pleased with me.”
“Were you nice to the girls at the Bank?”
“I was. I wasn’t mean or nasty at all. I didn’t tease Amanda at all. They were very surprised, I think. And I was quiet and respectful to the traders, and wore the clothes you laid out. No one got out of line. It’s a very busy department. I don’t think any of them even looked twice at me.”
“I went shopping with Linda, and had supper with her at her flat Wednesday evening, and met her roommate. We had a great time. I was home by ten, though, so I could study for an hour before bed.”
“So you had no run-ins with any of the staff in Currency Trading?”
“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
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