Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled-Chapter 47: Olga rides a horse, and then gets a lesson

Olga let out a low whistle as she entered the security control room.

The room was filled with monitors displaying live feeds from the security cameras in full color and high resolution.

The cameras were positioned so that they had overlapping fields of view, ensuring that there were no blind spots.

"This kind of design isn’t even in police precincts," she said, as she sat down at the control console.

"I may not be an alumnus like Aaron or Harry, but I’ve seen what school shootings look like," said James.

"Well, it certainly gets my seal of approval," said Olga, looking around the room. Her eyes fell on the handle of a riding crop that was sticking out of a backpack.

"What’s this?" she asked, pulling it out.

"That’s mine. I use it when riding horses," said James, blushing slightly.

"Riding horses, huh? I didn’t know you were into that," said Olga, smirking as she examined the riding crop.

"Yeah, I used to ride a lot when I was younger. I still do occasionally," said James, taking the riding crop from her.

"Well, if you ever need a riding partner, I’m game," said Olga, winking at him.

"Come with me then," said James leading her to the stables that had just been built.

"U-um, it’s been a minute since I rode a horse," said Olga, squirming slightly as she observed the tall black stallion that James was saddling.

"Relax, it’s one of those things that you never forget," chuckled James, as he saddled another white mare.

With a deep breath, Olga placed her foot in the stirrup and swung herself onto the mare’s back.

She carefully adjusted her grip on the reins, and James mounted the stallion.

"Ready?" he asked, looking at her with a smile.

"Ready," she replied, her heart racing with excitement.

James clicked his tongue, and the stallion started walking, followed by the mare.

Olga felt the mare’s powerful muscles moving beneath her, and she couldn’t help but smile as she and James cantered slowly around the construction sites.

"I think I should wear breeches the next time," she chuckled to herself, as she felt the hard leather of the saddle rubbing against her crotch.

"Ready to pick up the pace?" asked James, as his horse slowly picked up speed.

"Um, I think I’m good, thanks," said Olga, fighting down her blush, and trying to ignore the way the saddle was rubbing against her sensitive labia.

"Getting a little uncomfortable are we?" teased James, pulling further away from her.

"James, wait!" shouted Olga, as James started to go faster.

James laughed, and started to trot circles around Olga, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What’s the matter? Getting a little flushed are we?" he taunted, circling closer to her, looking almost effortless as he rode the stallion.

Olga let out a guttural moan as her body tingled with pleasure. James nudged his horse closer and reached out a hand to steady her.

"Such a naughty girl," he whispered, as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"Aaah!" moaned Olga, as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her body arching against the saddle.

"That’s it, let it all out," whispered James, as she fell back into his arms, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

After a minute, Olga composed herself.

"That was... unexpected," she said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us," chuckled James, as he helped her dismount.

Olga fidgeted shyly in his arms, her body still tingling with pleasure.

"A-are you single James?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

In response, James slid a finger under her chin, tilted her head up and kissed her deeply.

Olga melted into the kiss, her body responding eagerly as she kissed him back.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked, pulling back slightly, his lips brushing against hers.

"Y-yes," she stammered, her heart racing as she looked into his eyes.

He smiled and kissed her again, his teeth gently grazing her lower lip.

"I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, Olga. I want you to be mine," he whispered in her ear.

"Yours?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Yes, mine. I’ve wanted you for a while now," he said, spinning her around and nibbling her neck.

Olga gasped, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

"So direct! I like it," she moaned as she felt his teeth sink into her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

With a little reluctance, James pulled back, and looked into her eyes.

"Unfortunately, we’re still on the clock. How about we pick this up at your apartment tonight?" he asked.

"Mmmm, looking forward to it," said Olga, as they slowly walked their horses back to the stables.

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Olga looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the sleek red dress she had picked up on the way back to her apartment.

"I hope James likes this, I’m not really a girly-girl" she mumbled to herself, feeling a little awkward in the dress.

The buzz of her apartment doorbell made her yelp, and she stumbled to the door, the off-the-shelf heels much more uncomfortable than her combat stilettos.

She opened the door to find James standing there, holding a bouquet of red roses, and a bottle of wine.

"Looking good," he said stepping in.

"Y-you look good yourself," mumbled Olga, blushing furiously at the sight of James in sleek black riding breeches, a black leather riding jacket, and a white satin shirt with a stock tie. He looked like he’d stepped out of the cover of a romance novel.

"Thanks," he said, handing her the roses and wine.

"Erm, I-I’m not really used to this kind of thing," she said, feeling a little self-conscious.

"Don’t worry, I just wanted to make it special," he said, as he leaned in and kissed her softly.

Olga melted into the kiss, her body responding eagerly as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Come on, let’s have a drink," he said, leading her to the kitchen.

He poured them both a glass of wine, and they clinked their glasses together before taking a sip.

"Cheers," he said, looking into her eyes.

"Cheers," she replied, feeling a flutter in her stomach as she looked at him.

"I-I made dinner, b-but I’m not a great cook," she said, pulling out a plate of pasta from the microwave.

"Don’t worry," said James, pulling out plates and cutlery.

Olga watched mesmerized as he set her modest table like a fine dining restaurant.

"Damn, James, are you a British aristocrat or something?" she asked, as he pulled out a chair and seated her, before sitting himself.

"I prefer the term ’gentleman’," he replied, sampling a taste of the microwaved pasta.

"Not bad for a microwave meal," he said, smiling at her.

"Ugh! I don’t know if I can keep up with this," she said blushing crimson.

"Keep up with what?" asked James, raising an eyebrow.

"With you! You’re so... refined, and I’m just a rough-around-the-edges security guard, and actually a tomboy! It’s only after joining Sirius Software that I’ve started to wear a skirt!" she said, her voice trembling with insecurity.

James stood up, walked around the table, and lifted her chin with his finger, making her look into his eyes.

"Olga, you’re selling yourself short. All you need is a little more confidence, and some training," he said, his voice low and soothing.

"Training?" she asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Yes, training. I can teach you how to be a proper lady, if that’s what you want," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Really? You’d do that for me?" she asked, her heart racing with excitement.

"Of course. Shall we begin now?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Um, sure," she said, feeling a little nervous but excited at the same time.

"Good. First, let’s start with posture," he said, as he stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Sit up straight, shoulders back, and chin up," he instructed, gently adjusting her posture.

"Whoa!" gasped Olga, as her spine cracked and blood rushed to her head.

"That’s it. Now, let’s work on your table manners," he said, as he took her hands and guided her through the proper way to hold a fork and knife.

"Remember, a lady always eats with her mouth closed, and never talks with her mouth full," he said, as he demonstrated the proper way to eat.

Olga followed his instructions, feeling a little awkward at first, but soon getting the hang of it.

"Mr. James, be careful. I might just start to like this," she said, a smile forming on her lips.

"That’s the idea," he chuckled, pulling her out of her chair and into his arms.

He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body as she melted into his embrace.

"Now, let’s move on to the next lesson. The waltz," he said, as he led her to the living room.