Leah's Seduction: 10 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (3 page)

Chapter 5

Gianni decided to host a holiday party. GR Showroom was thriving, and it seemed even the bad publicity had been good for business. Sales were up, and it was going to be a good year. Plus, the fast-fashion Chicago division had exceeded his expectations, thanks to Leah’s marketing efforts. And he made a point of telling her so.

New York City was a magical place, especially during the holidays. Gianni’s party was held at an upscale lounge in Rockefeller Center. There was a full bar, and gourmet small appetizers. A DJ was hired to play a variety of music. The semi-private room was just large enough for the attendees, who included friends as well as business clientele.

It was held prior to Thanksgiving, before everyone was caught up in the season’s bustle. The venue had powder-blue walls decorated with modern art, and contemporary furniture. The lighting was a combination of table lamps and candles, giving it a cozy feel. The buffet lined one wall, and guests settled into sofas, padded chairs, or barstools at high tables. Servers mingled serving drinks and hors d’oeuvre from trays.

The cool, relaxed environment was very trendy. It would be an event to remember. Leah had picked a special dress for the occasion. It was an ivory-colored beaded dress with spaghetti straps, and a fringe hem that hit mid-thigh. The stretchy fabric hugged her body, accenting her curves. Her strappy gold shoes matched well. She tied her hair in a soft ponytail at the nape of her neck, and wore the emerald necklace that had been a gift from Gianni.

“You are stunning,” Gianni said, with one arm around her. They had arrived early to greet guests. He wore a fitted misty-gray shirt, the shiny fabric highlighting his fit body. The slim charcoal pants fit like a glove, and Leah had no doubt he would attract the women’s attention.

“Seeing you all dressed up makes me swoon,” Leah said.

Gianni’s fingertips drifted down her arm. “And seeing you in that dress makes me want to peel it off, and feel your lovely skin underneath.”

Dawson stepped up to greet them. He looked sharp in a beige blazer and slacks. That night he was one of the guests. Hotel security covered the event, and since the excitement of recent months had faded, no trouble was expected. “Good evening,” he said, shaking Gianni’s hand then giving Leah a friendly hug.

“Glad you could make it,” Gianni said to him. “Let’s get a drink.” He guided them to the bar, and the bartender recited a list of specialty cocktails.

Leah chose the apple cobbler martini, which tasted like apple pie in a glass. The men opted for a drink made with Grey Goose vodka. They toasted each other. “To luck and good fortune,” Gianni said.

“I’ll second that,” Dawson said.

Guests began to trickle in, and before Leah knew it, the room was packed. She spotted Dawson entertaining two beautiful ladies that she recognized from a buyer’s company. The instant Kyra arrived, she rushed over to greet her.

“You look magnificent,” Leah said. Wearing a bright red, off-the-shoulder corset dress, Kyra looked like a movie star. In her red Louboutins, she towered over Leah. Her thick brunette hair fell in lush waves around her face, and dusted over the cleavage showing above the deep neckline.

Kyra leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “What better chance to wear these shoes? My one splurge.”

With the four-inch heels, Kyra’s legs looked a mile long. “Those shoes are you. I want some,” Leah said.

Kyra grinned. “You have every designer at your fingertips. Just drop a hint to Gianni about what you want for Christmas.”

Leah giggled. “Not a bad idea.”

“I’m thirsty,” her friend said, looking around at the festive room. “What have you got to drink?”

“You name it, the bartender has it,” Leah said. “He has lots of specialty stuff I haven’t heard of before.”

Kyra followed Leah to the bar, and ordered a drink called Seduction. She couldn’t resist when the bartender described it. “The melon cocktail is meant to seduce your taste buds. It’s made with Grey Goose Le Melon in strawberry puree, and topped with strawberry-lime cider.”

Picking up the drink, Kyra eyed the slice of kiwi on the rim of the glass. “I had to get it,” she said. “I mean,
Seduction
. It called to me. Maybe something good will happen in my future. With men, I mean.”

Leah sipped her drink. “In that dress you will have all the men in the room following you around like puppy dogs.”

“I only want one,” her friend said, and clinked her glass against Leah’s. “The right one.”

They wove through guests mingling about and settled into two comfy chairs. “I talked to Gianni about our idea, and it looks like we are going to Switzerland.”

“I know,” Kyra said. “It’s exciting. That’s one place I haven’t been before. Gianni spoke to my agent, and it’s all set up.”

“Yes, we will be staying at the Hyatt in Zurich.”

“I can’t wait,” Kyra said, crossing her shapely legs and swinging her foot. Her shiny red leather shoe gleamed. “We better go shopping. It’s freezing there in the winter.”

“We can shop the holiday sales.”

Kyra raised her glass. “Deal.”

Leah spotted Cody, and excused herself to go greet him. He looked dapper in charcoal slacks and a crisp white shirt. A lovely blonde had her arm entwined in his. Her blue eyes were rimmed in smoky eye shadow, and she had a nice smile.

“Hello. You made it,” Leah said.

Cody gave her a friendly hug. “Great to be here. This is Allie Moore,” he said, with his arm around his date, who offered her hand.

“My pleasure,” Leah said, accepting a light handshake from her. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. Life is always so busy. Let’s make a point to get together for dinner after the holidays.”

“That would be wonderful,” Allie said, glancing up at Cody.

“Let’s do it,” he said. “Now, let’s get this party started. Point me in the direction of the bar.”

Leah smiled. The crowds blocked the view of the bartender. She pointed. “Just head that direction, and you’ll see it in the back corner.” It was good to finally meet Cody’s girlfriend. She watched them part the sea of people on their way to get drinks. Allie leaned close, and Cody put his arm around her shoulders.

“Leah.” A voice pulled her attention in the other direction.

“Aida,” she said, and went over to give her assistant a hug. Aida’s red hair was gelled into a spiky style, and she wore dangling rhinestone earrings. The short black cocktail dress made her pale skin glow and her blue eyes pop. “You look beautiful.”

“You too,” Aida said. “Wow, there are a lot of people here.”

“Yes, I don’t know even half of them. And I have hardly seen Gianni since we arrived. He is off mingling. Most of the guests are business associates. And friends too, of course.”

Roston came up behind Aida and put his arms around her. She turned to look up at him, and smiled. He released her and came over to give Leah a hug. “Good to see you.”

“You too, Roston,” she said. Over lunch one day, Aida had told her about their budding romance. It had started when he had driven her home the day everything blew up with Vadim. He had taken time to talk with her and be sure she was okay.

They had coffee the next day, and really hit it off. They’d been dating for a few months. But Leah had been away so much, or otherwise involved in pressing matters, that she hadn’t known. Roston’s thickly muscled form and short-cropped brown hair gave him a rugged look. And he wasn’t in uniform, but dressed up in a dress shirt and slacks.

“Shall we go find the bar, Daniel?” Aida said, calling him by his first name. Leah could swear she saw the buff bodyguard blush.

Roston took Aida’s hand. “Let’s party.” And they disappeared into the crowd.

The music played in the background, nearly drowned out by the noise of the crowd. Women in all colors of cocktail dresses and men dressed for the festive occasion clustered around, drinks in hand. Leah stood up on her tiptoes to see if she could spot Gianni.

On the other side of the room, Leah saw him next to his sister, talking to a small group. She made her way over to him. When Gianni saw her, he waved his hand, and Leah parted a crowd to reach him.

“Hi, baby,” he said, and introduced her. With the noise, she had trouble making out the names, and doubted she would remember them anyway. Leah smiled and shook hands, then turned to Daniela.

“I need another drink. How about you?”

Daniela raised her glass. “I’m empty.”

Leah reached up to talk in Gianni’s ear. “We’ll be back.” He nodded.

The bar was a little less noisy. “Who were those people?” Leah said.

“Buyers.” Daniela put a thumb through a strap of her dress to adjust it. “Customers for Gianni. I know them from fashion shows, though not well. Being a makeup artist, I’m more in the background. But since I’m his sister, I guess that makes me more interesting.”

“You are interesting all on your own,” Leah said.

They ordered refills, and sat on barstools at a small round table. “My feet are killing me,” Daniela said. “I don’t know how the models do it, wearing high heels all the time. Good thing my job doesn’t require it. Comfortable shoes are a must.”

Leah slipped off her shoes and rubbed her feet together. “Same here. These shoes look great with this dress, but I can’t wait to get them off.”

She looked at Daniela, who wore a pale lime cocktail dress with a gold necklace. Her dark blond hair was twisted up into a fancy style. Normally, Gianni’s sister was casual. And she didn’t need much for her petite frame. Daniela looked good in jeans and a cotton shirt. “I don’t think I’ve seen you dressed up before.”

Daniela laughed. “And now you know why. I prefer comfort. But I could hardly show up in jeans.”

“You have a point,” Leah said, and took a sip of her cocktail. “So are you going to be in Zurich with us?”

Daniela shook her head. “I wish. That would be fun, with the snow and all. I love to ski. But I have prior commitments. The holiday season is busy. Demands for makeup are high.” She grinned.

“Next time, then,” Leah said. “On this trip, Gianni got Kyra into the show. It will be good to have a friend along. Who knows—maybe sometime it will work for all of us to attend an international show.”

Daniela shrugged. “Maybe. But I have so much work here, I don’t travel much. I guess I need to expand my horizons.”

“You would like it,” Leah said. “I always wanted to travel, see new places. It’s exciting. But I didn’t have the opportunity until I met Gianni.”

“Yes, he travels everywhere.” Daniela looked at the crowd. “I think I see someone I know. I’m going to go say hi.”

“Sure, have fun,” Leah said. “Gianni will be missing me. I’ll go track him down.”

The rest of the evening, Leah enjoyed the party with Gianni. He had welcomed his guests, and talked with everyone he needed to. They piled a plate with shrimp skewers, mini-meatballs, assorted olives, and cheeses. Then they snuggled into a soft sofa just off from the partiers.

The music had shifted from hip-hop to jazz to rock. Leah savored the gourmet treats and watched the crowd. “It’s a great party,” she said.

“I think it turned out well.” Gianni kissed her cheek. “Our first date was at a party, if you remember.”

“How could I forget?” Leah laughed. “You took me into a dark hallway. That first hot encounter is burned in my mind…when you kissed me.” She leaned against him. “Actually, you
didn’t
kiss me. As I recall, you raked your sexy lips across my jaw. You knew how to drive me insane, even then.”

Gianni’s gaze melted her. “Later tonight I will touch my lips to every inch of your body.”

Leah stroked his muscled thigh. “Only if I can return the favor.” The gleam in Gianni’s eyes sent heat deep into her core. He never failed to have that effect on her, with just a look, a touch, or his tone of voice. That was all it took for the man she loved to stir the passion simmering inside her.

Chapter 6

Weeks passed, and with Thanksgiving behind her, Leah prepared for the trip to Zurich. Shopping had required two days, because Kyra was adamant about what they needed for the cold weather. And they had to be ready for any occasion. Leah reminded her that they could shop when they arrived too, but Kyra remained undeterred.

Leah continued to write in her journal and share it with Gianni. Their time together alternated between sweet lovemaking in bed and stimulating scenes in the playroom. Leah knew he was working up the intensity. He didn’t want to go too fast.

Gianni told her that she would experience deeper emotions than she had before. But if she continued to share her feelings as they went, Leah would be able to handle it. She wanted to. The memory of complete submission lured her. She wanted to experience it again.

And Gianni did too. He had told her that knowing what she was capable of excited him. It made him want to push boundaries as much as Leah did. But he wanted to do it right. He was determined for it to be a good experience. She didn’t argue.

Leah trusted him. One night with the playroom imminent, she was calmer than usual. There was a shift, though subtle, and she knew she was ready. She didn’t speak of it to Gianni, but decided to let the scene evolve as it would naturally.

The night before Gianni had spread her naked on her stomach, then tied her arms and legs to the bedposts with scarves. Leah had been hot for him, and his touch electrified her. His warm hands had caressed her body, and his thick cock plunged deep. But she had not been allowed to come.

Gianni had told her in advance that she did not have permission, and that she would be punished severely if she disobeyed. Punishment could be exciting, but the look in his eyes had told her that he had something harsher than usual in mind.

She had complied with his order. Despite being spread-eagled on the bed with her nipples grazing the sheets, and her sex grinding against the mattress, Leah had not climaxed. It had been difficult, and the torment had turned to agony when Gianni fucked her mercilessly.

He had not held back just because Leah had not been allowed any release. She was his to take. His to enjoy. So he had buried his hot cock deep, stretching her fully, driving her crazy. Her nipples had ached for his touch, and her pussy had burned. But Gianni had shown no remorse for taking his pleasure and leaving her to suffer.

When he had untied her, Gianni’s look had been stern. “You will not touch yourself tonight. Nor will you come. I want you to think of me, to crave what I can give you. Yet know it has been denied.” He had not touched her. “Until I decide to allow your pleasure, you will withhold it. But you will serve me as I order you to.”

The words had been cold. Yet a fire had ignited inside Leah. His ownership of her, Gianni’s command, filled a need that she had become acutely aware of. Entries in her journal had stated the raw truth, and revealed how deeply she needed the power play. The emotionless look in his steely blue eyes and the deep tone of his voice had stirred the passion only he could release.

In bed afterwards, Gianni hadn’t touched her. With his warm body so close, Leah had trouble going to sleep. Her clit had ached, and her fingers twitched to touch it. Yet such an act had been forbidden. She had been ordered to sleep naked, and had done so. But the sheets had incessantly teased her nipples, making the pain of delay worse.

She had stared at the ceiling while Gianni slept, every nerve in her body alive. Desperately, she had wanted to touch him. Or to awaken him, and had hoped he might hold her in his arms. But she had not done it, knowing punishment would follow. And even more, that she would have disappointed him.

Leah had tossed and turned. But no matter what position she had been in, her clit had ached and her breasts had remained uncomfortably heavy. She had dared not put her hands on her skin for fear she wouldn’t have stopped there. Her only thought had been to please Gianni. The pride he would have when she complied was worth it. That had been her consolation.

*****

The next morning, Gianni’s tone did not change. In fact, he did all he could to increase her suffering. When he walked naked from the room, Leah watched his bare ass with longing. His last words were: “You may shower. And you may feel your breasts, and touch your sex. But you must not come. I will know if you have, and the consequences won’t be pleasant.”

Leah managed to shower. Her nipples were red and the lips of her sex swollen. She dabbed with a towel to dry off, knowing that rubbing would push her too far. After putting on a robe, she went out for coffee and breakfast.

Sitting by the window, Gianni read and drank his coffee, ignoring her. The breakfast he had left for her was still warm. Leah ate the eggs, but left the toast. Butterflies fought in her stomach and she couldn’t eat more. Watching Gianni, she saw the tenseness of his body language, the set of his jaw.

For a moment, Leah considered defying him, when a craving for punishment unexpectedly gripped her. Then she thought better of it. Gianni put down his coffee without looking at her. “Go and prepare. I want you in the playroom. Wear the garments I’ve put out for you. I’ll be there when I’m ready.”

Her heart pounded, and Leah’s legs were weak. The sight of his muscular form under the light shirt, the stern sound of his voice, and his refusal to acquiesce to her stirred deep longing. A feeling she had no will to refuse. Standing on shaky legs, she did as she was ordered.

Leah went to the bathroom and let the robe slip to the floor. She tended to her personal needs and grooming, then studied her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were bright pink. Her hair was sexily messy, and, thinking Gianni would like it, she left it that way.

The playroom waited, calling to her, and she walked down the hall naked. Inside, music played, and the temperature had been set for comfort. In bare feet, Leah walked over to the high bed. She wrapped the black lace bustier around her waist and reached behind to snap it.

Then she put on the black lace garter belt, without panties, and pulled on the black silk stockings. One at a time, she slipped on the fingerless black satin gloves that covered her forearms. Looking in the mirror, she felt very sexy. And more naked with the sensual garments than she would have fully nude.

Leah knelt on the rug with her hands on her thighs. She was wet for Gianni, and more aroused than she could recall. Yet he did not come in. Waiting gave her a sense of his power. He might not come to her at all. He didn’t have to.

It was his decision. As was granting her pleasure. Anxiety stirred at the thought that he might not let her come. It was possible this was all for his satisfaction, not hers. Leah didn’t know how much he wanted her to suffer. Or how long.

Minutes ticked by. Maybe an hour. Leah lost track of time. Still she waited obediently. Then the door opened and Gianni walked over to her. “You may look up,” he said.

He wore only a black dress shirt. The hem hung to his upper thighs, and Gianni’s thick cock was visible. Leah breathed in, reeling from the intake of his masculinity. “You will pleasure me,” he said. “And though you will get enjoyment from doing so, you do not have permission to come.”

Inwardly, Leah groaned. With Gianni’s flavor on her tongue and his heat in her mouth, she didn’t know if she could hold on. She might not be able to maintain control. But she vowed to put that aside and obey.

“You know how I like it,” he said. “Don’t hold back. You will service me like I know you can.”

Leah responded to his commanding tone, and when Gianni moved closer, she put her hands on his thighs. The feel of the muscle under her palms made her clit throb. But she ignored it. She stroked down his thighs and slipped one hand between his legs, cupping his ass in her palm.

She dipped low and took his balls in her mouth. It was so sexy, but she forced her mind away from any thought of release. Sucking softly, Leah breathed in his male scent, and Gianni moaned. Then she licked his balls and raked her tongue up his shaft.

Taking time to roll the tip of her tongue over the bulging veins, Leah stimulated and teased him. Gianni grabbed a fistful of her hair, the sharp pull turning her on. Using all her will to avoid distraction, she focused on his heat.

With a fingertip, Leah smeared drops of pre-cum seeping out the slit at the top. Then she rolled her tongue around the thick rim. Making her fingers into a ring, she gripped just under the rim and flicked her tongue lightly along Gianni’s cock.

She licked then stopped. Then did it again, edging Gianni toward the pleasure she would give him. Leah put her lips over the thick knob and sucked, but only for a moment. She let his cock slide into her mouth, with her lips raking his velvet skin.

Gianni panted steadily and pushed the back of her head. His cock went deep, and Leah relaxed, letting it hit the back of her throat. His salty, musky taste was dizzying. And she wanted all from him. With his thick member in her mouth, Leah pumped over him.

No longer teasing, she sucked Gianni fiercely, and he groaned. Arching his back, he shoved toward her as Leah took him again. With her hands on his tight ass, Leah sucked and pumped over his cock without mercy. For that instant, she held the power.

And the effect she had was evident. Gianni’s thighs tightened, and his abs flattened. Pressing her lips to his flesh, Leah sucked harder and plunged him deeper. She wanted to suck out all his cum. Taste him and take from him, all that he had.

Leah worked him faster. And Gianni moaned loud and deep when his cock spurted in her mouth. He fisted her hair, pulling harder with his climax, the pain sharp and welcome. She swallowed down his cum as if devouring him. Although she lessened the pressure, Leah kept his cock in her mouth even when it was over.

She wanted to be close, and breathed deeply of the scent of male sex. Then Gianni pulled out. Leah was bereft. Looking up at him, she saw that any power over him had dissipated. “Stand up,” he said.

Leah stood and gazed at him, attempting to predict his mood. The black shirt he wore gave him an ominous look, and she cast her eyes down. Gianni reached out to touch her cheek, and she glanced up. Then he looked at her swollen breasts, pushed high at the top of the bustier.

With his hands on her shoulders, Gianni leaned down to suck her nipples, her arousal of no concern to him. He suckled at her breasts as if enjoying a tasty treat. Before releasing her, Gianni bit them lightly. Leah whimpered, not from the pain, but from the utter disregard for her sexual need.

If Gianni continued to flick his tongue over her distended nipples, Leah’s inhibitions would crumble. After suffering all night, and now having tasted of his virility, she was tense and achy. He moved back from her, and Leah made an effort to breathe.

Gianni’s jaw stiffened. “Go to the bed, and get on your hands and knees.”

Leah trembled, and hesitated. But fortunately, not for too long. She wouldn’t have been able to endure punishment for disobedience. Gianni’s ministration, no matter how harsh, would push her off the precipice from which she dangled.

At the bed, Leah climbed up and got on all fours. Then she looked at Gianni. He walked toward her, holding a leather collar and a long chain leash. Her heart skipped a beat, and her clit turned hard as a pebble. But she could think of nothing to say.