Leah's Seduction: 5 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (2 page)

Chapter 3

As soon as they were inside the condo, Gianni led her to one of the guest rooms. It was elegantly appointed, but the bed was a narrow twin size. A full moon bathed the windows in light, and the sky had a purple cast to it. Stepping behind Leah, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and for a heated moment, they gazed at the sparkling city below.

The feel of his warmth, the smell of his cologne, and the strength of his embrace set Leah’s heart to a staccato beat. Balanced between tender romance and torrid passion, she pressed back against Gianni. For a second, he held her tighter. Then he turned her around.

With one hand in her hair and the other on her low spine, Gianni kissed her roughly, his lips warm, his tongue delving into her mouth. The exquisite anticipation of what was to come quickened her pulse, and Leah’s lips moved desperately against his.

Crushing her to him, Gianni deepened the kiss, and his hand cupped her buttock. Sharp hunger stabbed her as Leah folded into him. His dominance of her was like a drug, and just a taste stirred her addiction, making him impossible to resist.

Slowly, he began removing her clothes, first unzipping the sensual red dress. Leah stepped out of the stilettos and then out of the dress, leaving them in a forgotten pile. Gianni removed her bra, and before going further, took time to tease his tongue over her nipples.

With her eyes half closed, Leah made a noise in the back of her throat. Her nipples hardened under Gianni’s stimulation, and her panties were soaked. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her head back and looked into her eyes.

The intensity caused a delicious shudder race through her. She wanted nothing more than for Gianni to command her, and he was doing just that. Moving back, he shed his clothes quickly, and Leah felt weak when he lowered his briefs, freeing his gorgeous cock.

The glow of the night illuminated the room, casting muted light over Gianni’s body. The soft reflection enhanced his buff look, showing off the bulges and crevices of his sculpted form. Leah wanted to skim her palms over the taut skin stretched over muscle.

Turning back, Gianni removed her panties, leaving her naked and ready to do as he wished. Without a word, he took her hand and led her to the long, narrow bed. With one yank, he pulled back the covers and gave her a stern look. “On your back,” he growled.

Leah did as he asked, and Gianni nodded in approval. She was a little nervous not knowing what he intended. But she trusted him, so took a deep, calming breath. From the top of a cabinet, he withdrew several thick red ribbons.

They were lovely, and flowed in the air as he walked toward her. But she knew their use would be less than frivolous. Gianni dangled them in his hand and grazed them across her belly. Leah’s clit tightened, and butterflies fought in her stomach.

“Another time, I will blindfold you for this,” he said. “But this first time, I want you to be able to see.”

She dared not ask what he was going to do. Leah would find out soon enough.

Gianni tied a satin ribbon around each of her wrists, and then secured them to the headboard. Moving down, he tied a ribbon to each ankle, and secured the other end underneath the bed. The way he had tied her, Leah’s legs were wide apart, draped over each side of the bed with her feet held securely.

If she had been spread-eagle on the bed, Leah would have been less vulnerable. But with her hands over her head and her feet dangling over the sides, leaving her spread wide, she was at his mercy. The cool air caressed her sensitive tissues, fueling her arousal.

“That shouldn’t be too tight,” he said, touching the red ribbon on her ankle.

“No. It’s not tight.”

“You can stop me at any time.” Gianni ran one fingertip over her lips. “Just so we both know, what will you say if it is more than you can handle?”

“Poetry,” she said. “That’s all I have to say.”

He leaned down and kissed her lips. Gianni’s gaze slid over her, making Leah’s skin tingle. Completely defenseless, she awaited his pleasure. Reaching under the bed, he retrieved a long instrument. It was slender, and at one end was a leather tongue, a couple of inches long.

Holding the grip, Gianni waited. “I will take it slow, and let you get used to it.”

Leah’s voice was shaky. “Is it used for whipping?”

“Yes, it is,” he said without emotion.

Her breathing was ragged, her muscles weak. Leah watched as he touched the punishing tongue to her arm. Gently, Gianni raked it over her shoulder, around her breasts, and down her belly, making her whimper in anxiety.

“Quiet, baby,” he said softly.

The leather strip caressed her inner thighs as Gianni dragged it over her skin. Then he slid it through the wetness between her legs, and Leah started to crave it. She wanted it to touch all over, even knowing the touches would not continue to be delicate.

Panting softly, Leah was acutely aware of the sensations coursing through her. Her gaze locked with Gianni’s for a moment, and she saw the lust simmering there. As her eyes drifted down, she drank in the sight of his hard body, and his cock, thick with arousal.

Gianni raked the crop over her nipples, and Leah arched her back in need. With her legs so wide apart, she couldn’t help but imagine Gianni taking her. It would be so easy, so right. But he was focused on tantalizing her with the menacing instrument.

Then he lifted it away, drawing his arm back. With a practiced stroke, Gianni slapped her thighs, and sparks of desire shot through her. Leah squirmed, and he slapped her again. This time on her belly. It wasn’t only the spank of the crop, but Gianni’s punishing of her that stirred uncontrollable excitement.

The sting was light and teasing. It didn’t hurt, but did bring with it a certain amount of fear. Leah didn’t know how far he would go, and had no choice but to trust. With a gentle
whap
, he hit the sides of her breasts and then her nipples.

Lightheaded and needy, Leah wanted only to submit to his punishing stings. She craved it more, and lost all resistance. Each slap felt better than the last, and the more Gianni spanked with the slender instrument, the more Leah spiraled into delirious pleasure. That the blows bordered on pain, and skirted around fear, only made it more intense.

Leah lost track of time, propelled into sensation that took hold of her and didn’t let go. Gianni slapped, and she was his. Only his. His to taunt, and his to take. He was in control, and she gave herself over to his ministrations.

Then he swatted, and the sting hit across her sex. For a fleeting second, Leah expected to feel pain. Instead, a hot, searing burn went straight to her core. She’d die if he didn’t hit there again, and she prayed he would tap her just right.

Leah needed sensation on her clit. She needed to come, and was ready to burst with scorching need. Gianni stung the leather tongue over her sex several more times, avoiding her most sensitive area. She moaned. “Please…please.”

But Gianni didn’t give her the satisfaction she sought. He teased and tormented, even stopping to kneel beside her. While she was tense with anticipation, he kissed her inner thighs, and raked his tongue along her wet slit. Gianni took his time, taking pleasure in her suffering.

The sensations going through Leah escalated. The light touch of Gianni’s lips to her most sensitive area elicited a whimper of pain, the pain of delay. Gently, he stimulated her, knowing she needed so much more.

Time seemed to have no meaning, only Gianni’s touch. The exquisite torture lasted so long. The minutes ticked by, and Leah was suspended between pain and pleasure, unable to gain release. Then Gianni backed away, and she feared he would just leave her in that condition.

Looking up, Leah saw the fire in Gianni’s eyes. “I want to see you scream in pleasure,” he said gruffly. And he began to use the crop on her again. Delicious taps sent a thrill rushing through her veins.

Heat flooded her belly, lighting her sex on fire. Leah’s clit was so hard it ached. Then Gianni struck, using just the right force. The sting radiated to her clit, and she cried out. Panting, and grasping the ribbons holding her wrists, Leah let go of all inhibition.

The sharp taps over her clit shoved her off the cliff, and Leah could do nothing but let go. Orgasm exploded inside her, starting deep and engulfing her sex. Her clit vibrated each time Gianni spanked, escalating the sensation.

Leah yelled as her climax overtook her. Thrown into powerful waves, she could only submit. Submit to Gianni, to the pain, and to the pleasure. Even after Leah reached the top, tantalizing shivers continued, extending the orgasm.

When she relaxed, Gianni untied the ribbons and slid onto the bed beside her. Holding her head against his shoulder, he placed his palm on her back, keeping her close. Leah’s breathing slowed, and her body hummed with tingling delight.

Feeling Gianni’s heavy length against her thigh, desire roared back to life. But, limp in his arms, Leah was not able to move right away. He gave her time, just held her tight, and she drifted off. But just for a couple of seconds.

Taking a breath, Leah lifted her head to look into Gianni’s piercing blue eyes. His look told her that his need was great, fueled, she was sure, by playing out the scene with her. She pressed her lips to his and turned on her side.

With delicious abandon, Leah dug her hand in his hair and draped one leg over his thighs. Facing each other, they pressed together, and Gianni’s heat touched her belly. Still on his side, facing her, Gianni put his arm under her leg to lift it higher.

Then he plunged his cock into her, a deep moan escaping his lips. Side by side, they fucked, and Leah’s nipples grazed his chest, turning her on more. Kissing her wildly, Gianni fucked relentlessly, and fisted her hair.

A new orgasm stirred within her, and Leah whimpered.

“Yes, baby,” he gasped. “I want to feel your hot pussy when you come around my cock.”

His command made her clit tense, and Leah tightened over his hard shaft. Gianni pounded up into her, and she let go. With her breathing ragged, she shattered in his arms. At the same moment, his cock pulsed, and Gianni exploded inside her.

Together they gave into the power of mutual orgasm, the sound of Leah’s heavy panting drowned out by Gianni’s virile moan. Still moving against each other, they let the last waves of sensation flow through them.

After it was over, Leah clung to Gianni, unwilling to part. He didn’t pull away, just held her for as long as she needed. With her forehead against his and her hand in his hair, Leah struggled to convey how she felt.

But words were inadequate.

As if knowing, Gianni placed his palm on her cheek and kissed her softly. The look in his eyes said she had satisfied him. Knowing that magnified her pleasure. Leah kissed him back, letting him know how much he had touched her.

Each moment with Gianni and how he pleasured her, Leah’s feelings for him grew. She leaned on his strength, craved his dominance, and loved him more each day. Surely he wasn’t immune. No man could give into pleasure that way, experience the intimacy they shared, and remain unmoved.

He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “You did so well,” he whispered. “You please me, more than I can say.”

His words made her hurt less. Leah had learned not to expect to hear that he loved her, though she still hoped one day he would be able to say it. Yet his praise, the look of joy in his eyes, and the depth of his admiration did make her feel good.

“I’m so glad,” she said. “I want to please you.” Leah smiled. “Because you please me, more than I ever imagined.”

Gianni rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Leah nuzzled against his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her possessively. She knew he felt more than he voiced, and wondered how much longer she could be patient.

Chapter 4

The weekend he had spent with Leah consumed Gianni’s thoughts. Midweek he sat in front of the window at his condo after a long day at work, holding the leather journal in his hands. It had seemed to take on a life of its own, and the significance of his possession of it was disturbing.

Sex with Leah was so hot that it superseded the erotic writings. Oddly enough, it was no longer important to him whether she’d authored the private passages or not. Each time he was with her, Gianni had the woman he wanted, one whose passion matched anything he had read.

What had started as a mission to find the author of the journal had become much more. Craving Leah as he did, Gianni wouldn’t change the way life was going, even if he had discovered that she wasn’t the one who had penned the sizzling fantasies.

Before meeting Leah, he had not been with a woman that matched the depth of his urges. The journal had been a sign of hope, an indication that the possibility existed of finding the one who could satisfy him.

He had many women over the years, and in different ways, he had found each exciting. Yet no woman had been the whole package, not before Leah. Connecting with a woman willing to submit wasn’t the problem. But finding one who responded to him, in just the right way, who stirred deep longings that had nearly been forgotten, had escaped him.

And there seemed no end in sight. Gianni continued to push boundaries, playing out new scenes with Leah, and each released greater passion. The possibilities heated Gianni’s loins, even as he sat alone in the semidarkness.

But there was one issue. And it was a big one.

In the very beginning, possibly Gianni could have told Leah that he had found a journal. That the owner had the same name as she did, and he thought maybe it was hers. Although it could just as well be another woman, considering how many women in the city might have the same name.

It seemed just as ludicrous now as it would have sounded to Leah then. Names were common, but women with the same fantasies, not so much. Or maybe he was mistaken, and didn’t know women like he thought he did. Yet despite all evidence, Gianni retained a shred of doubt that Leah was the true owner of the journal.

He possibly didn’t want to know whether she was. Gianni had deceived her, whether intentionally or not. He had seduced Leah into his lifestyle, in the beginning, to see if she acclimated to the fantasies brought to life. If that had
ever
been the real reason.

Thinking back, Gianni had been powerfully drawn to Leah from the moment he met her. The journal, which he had thought assisted the attraction, may have only clouded the process. The instant magnetism had puzzled him, but he had brushed any questions aside in favor of satisfying his need.

Was the relationship good for Leah? That remained in doubt. Certainly, she enjoyed what they did as much as Gianni. To a point. Matters of the heart hung in the balance, and he knew Leah waited for him to return her feeling of love.

Part of him said that he should let her go. Another part couldn’t allow it. The idea of losing Leah was abhorrent. It had been fortuitous that they’d met, and Gianni had no intention of throwing it all away.

Yet he played a dangerous game. Gianni harbored a secret that could rip them apart. It was like sitting on a keg of dynamite. If Leah discovered that all along he had been in possession of her lost journal, and had made use of the knowledge gained from within its pages to seduce her, she would be furious.

And with good cause.

There might have been a point when Gianni could have told her, but he was unclear what that point was. He certainly couldn’t have said anything at the event where they first met. How would he have phrased it?
“It’s nice to meet you, Leah Ivers. By the way, I just happen to be in possession of a woman’s private journal and I’m wondering if it belongs to you?
”

With that conversation, no relationship would have had a chance. It would have stopped cold the instant he’d confessed to having the journal. And that would have been a shame, because Gianni wouldn’t trade what they had, even if he could. As each day passed, it became more difficult to imagine telling her.

The relationship had heated up quickly. Their first encounters were hot, which precluded bringing up the subject. It would have taken Leah away from him. And Gianni knew that was why he had never broached the subject.

And now, it was impossible.

Gianni closed his eyes for a moment, with the journal balanced on his lap. There was no scenario in which he could envision telling Leah and not having everything blow up. Emotions ran high as it was, with the vow of love offered by Leah but not reciprocated.

Opening his eyes, Gianni gazed into the darkness, making the only decision he could. As much as he would like to be honest, and to come clean with her, it would destroy what they had. And really, what would be the point in telling her now? What good would it do?

In Gianni’s view, the journal was no longer important. He guided Leah as the dominant he was, learning what pleased her and leading her into more intense scenes. Whatever she had scrawled in blue ink did little to impact their sexual relationship currently.

The intimacy he shared with Leah, the urges she confided in him, and her responses were the only guideposts he needed. If Gianni was smart, he would throw away the journal, restoring its proper status:
lost to Leah for good
.

But he couldn’t bear to do it. Instead he stood up, without having read even a word from the journal, and locked it in his safe. Leah would not find out. It didn’t matter anymore. Gianni might as well forget about it, because telling her was out of the question.

*****

Late one morning, Gianni was in his office talking to Leah. They were just about to leave for lunch when Daniela came in. It was rare for her to come to GR Showroom, especially unannounced. Texting was her preferred mode of communication.

The distressed look on her face was alarming. “Daniela, what a surprise.”

Glancing at Leah, she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not,” Leah said.

Gianni gave her a hug, and his sister sat in a chair next to Leah. “Something happened,” she said. “I think you should know.”

Gianni frowned. “Something not good, I take it?”

Daniela shook her head, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Leah reached over and put her hand on her knee. “Tell us what happened.”

“It’s Vadim. I haven’t spoken with him much. Well, just to say hello if I’m doing makeup for a model at a showing at Barrington or something.”

“He spoke to you?” Gianni said.

She nodded and wiped her eyes. “He’s a viper.”

“That description suits him,” Leah said. “What did he say to you?”

Daniela had a look of disgust. “He came up behind me and touched my arm. He’s so slimy.” She shuddered. “He threatened me, said that I could be blackballed in the fashion industry because I am your sister.” She looked at Gianni. “I was so startled that I can’t recall if he explained why. I just remember that he made my skin crawl.”

“No way can you be blackballed,” Gianni said. “It’s just a shabby tactic to get to me. Harassing someone close to me is his style. But it pisses me off.”

“It’s all craziness,” Leah said.

Daniela looked up with big eyes. “So you think he was only trying to scare me? That he can’t really do anything, or doesn’t know something we don’t?”

Gianni shook his head. “His implications are completely out of line.” Seeing his sister intimidated made his blood boil. “But I think Vadim is a nut. And that makes him unpredictable.”

Leah nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Daniela seemed to calm down.

Gianni stood and went around the desk to open his arms to his sister. Daniela rose and welcomed his brotherly embrace. “Vadim is just going crazy from the pressure. Desperation is motivating him. For now, I’m assigning protection to you, Daniela. I won’t allow him to threaten you again.”

Gianni called Dawson and requested a bodyguard for his sister. “It’s taken care of,” he said when he hung up. “I don’t plan for you to live in fear. If I have my way, Vadim will lose any remnants of power he still holds in this industry. And soon.”

When Daniela left, Gianni looked at Leah.

“What do you think? she said.

“I suspect that things are beginning to collapse for Vadim, and he is striking back.”

“You think he knows you set him up?”

“He may suspect, but there is no way for him to be certain.” Gianni put his arms around Leah. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he has begun to discover just what those properties in Spain and Germany are going to cost him. He must have priced out the renovations, and gotten up to speed on what’s required to make them functional.”

“I’m sure that was a shock.”

“Yes,” Gianni said, “and he doesn’t take business stresses like that in stride. Vadim will lash out. But scaring my sister is going too far.”

He guided Leah out of the office, and they walked a couple of blocks to a café for lunch. It was windy and cold out, but fortunately the place was close. Warming up over hot drinks, they studied the menu. Gianni tried to put aside his annoyance with Vadim, knowing he was unlikely to try anything else with Daniela when she had a bodyguard nearby ready to wring his neck.

“Are you still thinking about your sister?”

Gianni reached across the table and squeezed Leah’s hand. “No. She will be fine as long as she has protection.

Leah studied him for a minute. “Speaking of family, aren’t we supposed to have dinner with Jacob and Vivie soon?”

“That was the plan. But they are out of the country for the holidays.”

“I was looking forward to meeting her, but I suppose it will have to wait.” Leah took a sip of water. “So there will be less family home for Christmas, I guess.”

Gianni smiled. “My parents are going to Europe. They like to spend the end of the year in some exotic place. It’s not like we are kids, and they need to be around.”

“Oh, I see.” Leah looked puzzled.

“But don’t worry,” he said. “I plan on being with you.”

Leah smiled. “Well, it won’t be in Portland. Jena hasn’t returned from Greece, and Aubrey has plans with her new boyfriend. I’d go home, but the holidays are especially busy for my father. You know, with all the holiday cakes, cookies, and gifts.”

“I can imagine.”

“By the time Christmas Day rolls around, all he wants to do is sleep. Although when we were young, he would still get up early and act surprised at what Santa had left under the tree. But it’s better for me to plan a visit home after the New Year.”

Gianni chuckled. “That settles it, then.”

“What?”

“Our Christmas plans.”

“It does?”

Gianni kissed Leah’s knuckles. “Yes, I’ve wanted to take you to Tuscany, and the holidays seem like a good time. In fact, with the way Vadim is behaving, we will leave a week early. I’d rather not have you around him any more than necessary.”

“Tuscany?” Leah’s eyes widened. “It must be lovely there during the holidays.”

“It is. I’ll let my pilot know we will be taking the jet. And you can let Vadim know you’re taking some vacation time for the Christmas season.”

“You mean ask him?” Leah’s eyes sparkled, and Gianni knew she was half kidding.

“No, don’t ask…tell.” Gianni set his menu beside his water. “He’s not in charge anymore. Vadim has lost that right. He’s lucky to have you working for Barrington at all.”

Leah didn’t argue. “I only have four days to pack. I’ll have to get started.”

He laughed. “I think you can manage.”