Leah's Seduction: 10 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (4 page)

Chapter 7

Gianni had removed his shirt. His biceps and chest were pumped. And his sculpted thighs flexed as he walked toward her. When he got close, he stopped, and Leah drank in the sight of him. She noticed the music had changed, and was louder. Depeche Mode belted out “Personal Jesus,” matching the somber beat.

The dim lighting gave Gianni a foreboding ambience, and the black leather collar he held looked darker than it had a moment before. He reached out and brushed her long hair to the side. Then he put the collar on her neck and buckled it in back.

The weight of it on her neck, its confinement, was satisfying. Gianni’s words voiced the feeling. “You are mine.” His eyes burned into her, and she glanced down submissively. He stood behind her, and pulled the chain leash taut. It tightened the collar, reminding Leah that she was
his
to control.

Gianni put his hand on her head and pressed her down so her cheek rested against the sheets. Her bare ass was up, and the straps of the garter belt rubbed over her thighs. Her naked breasts hung above the lace bustier hugging her middle. And Gianni reached under to fondle them.

Leah closed her eyes, unsure how to withstand the stimulation. “Open your eyes,” he said. “I want to see you.” She did so, and he stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. His touch calmed her, just a little. But even so, she was on fire for Gianni.

“I have not given you permission to come,” he said. “It will be a strain on you, because your suffering doesn’t mean I have to hold back. But if you please me, I might allow your orgasm. We will have to see.”

Leah was so wet that it dripped down her leg. The cool circulating air in the room assaulted her ass and her sensitive tissues, further fueling her stimulation. Her nipples ached, and her skin tingled. The beat of the loud music radiated into her, rocking her closer to the release she was denied.

Gianni stroked his fingertips down her spine, then squeezed her buttocks in his palms. Holding her ass, he spread her, making her tight asshole vulnerable. But he didn’t touch her there. He massaged her ass cheeks roughly. And then he swatted her butt with the palm of his hand.

The sharp impact stung her ass, and vibrated through her sex like lightning. “Ah,” she gasped. And Gianni smacked her again. The blows were sharp, quick, and meant to stimulate, not hurt. Leah arched her back up, wanting more. A dangerous wish, because Gianni made it come true, continuing with the sensual spanking. The burn of her sex roared to a raging fire that Leah didn’t know if she had the ability to stop.

Her ass stung deliciously. Gianni ran one finger between her ass cheeks, spread wide, and along her wet slit. He retraced the path. Then he did it again. The feel of his fingertip sliding along her sensitive tissues made her writhe with need.

“Be still,” he said. “Or I will spank you again.”

Leah panted and grasped the sheets. But kept her eyes open, and Gianni watched her as he continued to stroke her sex. “You are mine, baby,” he said. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

Leah’s words came out in a gasp. “I am yours.”

“Yes, that’s good. Say it louder.”

She took a deep breath, unsure she had the strength to speak. And afraid if she lost her focus, she might come without permission. Saying that it had been Gianni’s fault for distracting her would not bode well. And she was sure it would not mitigate any punishment.

Leah cried out, “I am yours.” She took a breath. “I am only yours, Gianni. All…yours.”

He pulled on the leash, and the collar pressed against her throat as a reminder of his ownership. Then Gianni dipped two fingers into her pussy. The finger fuck threatened to make her come unglued. The rhythmic strokes tightened her inner muscles, and Leah prayed she wouldn’t give in.

When he withdrew his fingers, Gianni held them up to her lips, and she sucked off her juices. “See how sweet you are,” he said. “Suck it all off.”

Leah sucked hard, enjoying the feel of his fingers in her mouth. Then he cupped her heavy breasts. “You have been good, baby. Don’t you think?”

“Yes…yes.” She was unable to hide the desperation in her voice.

“Did you obey me? Did you feel the agony of delay last night, and now? Did you resist coming without permission?”

She couldn’t keep the desperation out of her voice. “Yes. I obeyed.”

“Tell me how you feel. I want to know.”

Leah’s mind wouldn’t cooperate. All she was aware of was the searing heat of Gianni’s hands on her ass, and the burn deep in her core. She floundered for an answer, her thoughts refusing to connect with words.

“I…” She only gasped.

Gianni’s tone was sharp. “Tell me how badly you want to come, baby. If you can’t do that, then maybe you don’t want it badly enough.”

Panic coursed through her. “Please. Please, Gianni.” She gasped again through heavy panting. “I…want to. I beg you. I’m yours. I want to come…if it pleases you.”

“That’s better.” He smacked her ass lightly. “How do you want it? Tell me. If you can say it, I might agree.”

Leah’s body trembled. Every muscle tensed, and her clit was so hard it hurt. “Fuck me. Please, Gianni. I need your hot cock inside me. I need to come so badly, it hurts. It hurts me. Very much. It hurts.”

Gianni squeezed her ass, and she felt the sear of his hot cock against her low back. “I like you hurting,” he said. “I need you to suffer.”

“Yes. Please.” Then the feeling flooded her veins. Leah belonged to Gianni. She was his. Her greatest joy was her submission to him. Now, in pain, suffering for lack of release, Leah drifted into a state of pure ecstasy.

His heat against her back and Gianni’s hands on her bare ass were the center of her universe. Leah relished the pain, and craved his torture. The urge for his domination deepened, and her submission to him was all consuming.

This time she didn’t cry. Leah didn’t want to. She drifted on a cloud of sexual grace, and was honored to serve. Utter satisfaction swept through her like an emotional storm. The pain and denial of her own gratification was her gift to the man she loved.

The greater the pain, the greater the joy of submission. Leah pressed her cheek to the bed, willing to push the limit of her suffering. Craving the exotic emotion of submission like a drug. She whispered, “I’m yours.”

Gianni touched the tip of his cock to her wet juices, and Leah shuddered. When he slipped his hand around the elastic on the back of the garter belt, it tightened against her belly. Gianni yanked on it, pulling her closer. He dipped his thick knob into her, and it felt so good. A sense of relief surged. Then he pushed deeper, stretching her. The sound of her voice echoed in the room; it was a cry of pleasure.

He pulled tightly on the leash, and Leah was acutely aware of the collar on her neck, personifying the emotions welling inside. Then Gianni grasped her hips in both hands and thrust into her. She moaned and arched her back, grabbing a fistful of sheets.

He pounded into her, and her breasts grazed the bed with every stroke. Leah lost all sense of reality. It wasn’t play anymore. It was real. Gianni took her, and she submitted. And with that he gave her what she truly wanted. Satisfied a need so great it defied description.

The music boomed and the room flashed white. Leah glimpsed the black satin gloves she still wore. Gianni’s huge cock pulsed, and he stroked faster. “Come now, baby. I want to feel you come underneath me.” He paused, panting hard. “You deserve it. Come as hard as you like.”

The powerful sensations in her body transitioned to waves of orgasm without pause. Deep in her core, Leah’s muscles clenched. And she couldn’t come hard enough or long enough. The crescendo of feeling that had built inside her exploded into shudders of ecstasy.

As she trembled and cried out with relief, Gianni fucked her hard. Then he went still, and his cock pulsed inside her, over and over. He flooded her with cum, and gripped her hips, pressing her against him. His heavy panting eclipsed the music.

Then Leah slumped against the sheets. Her body hummed, and her skin tingled. Gianni undid the collar. He removed the bustier, the garter belt and stockings, and then the gloves. Leah wasn’t sure she could move. Pulling her into his arms, Gianni moved up on the bed and put pillows under them.

High from the thrill of submission, Leah floated in his arms. He kissed her head and wrapped her tighter in his arms. The warmth of his body around her was comforting. Calm and satisfied, she rested. But she didn’t doze. Just the opposite.

Leah was more alert than she had been before. She was aware of every breath, every sound, every touch. Gianni was pressed close to her, and the intimacy could not be described. The scene, that moment after having given all, was poetry come to life.

He stroked her hair. “I love you, baby. You are amazing.”

She smiled. The love they shared merged with the passion. It fueled the scenes in the playroom, being the lifeblood of their connection. And she knew falling in love had only strengthened Gianni’s ability to dominate.

He dominated out of desire to have her, and she submitted, wanting nothing more than to be his. Love did not put a damper on either one, but fanned the flames of erotic need into a roaring fire. Gianni kissed her again. “Your submission is a gift,” he said. “I cherish it. And I cherish you.”

Leah stroked her fingertips over Gianni’s arm. “I wrote in my journal that I wanted you to push my limits. And you did. You understood my need and didn’t hesitate to challenge me.”

“I can’t tell you what it meant to me to see you in that state. I want to take you there many times. I don’t want to stop going there with you. Ever.” Gianni put his palm on her thigh. “You are beautiful, inside and out. And the most passionate woman I have known. I love you to the depths of my soul.”

Leah turned on her back, and Gianni kissed her tenderly. The touch of his soft lips was sweet, yet erotic. She kissed back, filled with joy. “I hope you know I have more boundaries to cross, more limits to press. The more you share with me, the more I want. It’s as though my capacity to love you is limitless.”

Gianni’s blue eyes glistened. “I want that as much as you do, baby. We have only begun to discover each other, and to test our limits. There is nothing to stop us, nothing to deter us from plumbing the depths of our desire. And loving as fully as we are able.”

Leah touched his cheek. “I am yours, Gianni. Always.” She kissed him, wondering that she wanted him again already. But then she was insatiable when it came to the man she loved. As he was with her. That was something that wouldn’t change.

They had it all. Love that filled their hearts, minds, and souls. And unending erotic scenes to play out, each one a new way to express what words could not. Even poetry, as lovely as it was, could not convey what Leah felt.

The intimacy, the oneness, had to be experienced. And now that Leah had, she would not accept less. She would never want any man but Gianni. The only man she willingly served, whose domination she craved. And whose love she treasured.

Chapter 8

Zurich was a wonderful city even in the snowy winter. It was December, and the entire city was bathed in a warm glow. The scent of cinnamon and mulled wine hung in the air, and the sounds of Christmas carols rang out wherever Leah went. Strings of sparkling white lights decorated the city for the season.

Gianni took her to the Rathaus Bridge to see candles floating down the Limmat River at a holiday event. And shopping at the Christmas market called
Christkindlimarkt
was enchanting. The central market was inside the main concourse of the train station. The highlight was a fifty-foot-tall Christmas tree decorated with thousands of sparkling Swarovski crystals.

At Bulgari, famous for gemstone jewelry, Gianni bought her a gift. When Leah put a Serpenti Tubogas bracelet on, she didn’t want to take it off. The eighteen-karat pink gold twisted around her wrist in interlaced tubes like an exquisite serpent. The pavé diamonds accented his head, and the tip of his tail gleamed.

With average temperatures falling below freezing in the city, and the surrounding mountains blanketed in snow, Leah was grateful for the cold-weather clothing Kyra had insisted she buy. Yet they didn’t let the weather dissuade them from sightseeing during the festive season, when the city was so magical.

There were plenty of ways to escape the cold. Gianni took her on the Fondue Tram, to savor Switzerland’s top winter dish. They dipped chunks of bread into cheese fondue while watching the lights of downtown fly by. And in between activities, they made the most of coffee breaks at one of the many cozy cafés.

There was no lack of delights to choose from, including hot chocolate and handmade truffles at a renowned chocolatier, an aperitif at the legendary Café Odeon, and a coffee cocktail at Café Henrici. Plus, Gianni discovered the Kunsthaus Modern Art Museum, where they spent time browsing the fine art, although it was impossible to see everything in only a few hours.

It was a beautifully kept museum with a variety of paintings and sculptures from the old masters to modern times. Frequently, they sat and pondered a painting for a while. Leah was fond of a Swiss painter named Hodler, especially his landscapes and portraits. Gianni preferred the Impressionists. A quick tour of the museum took them half a day.

They ventured out of old town to Zurich West, a neighborhood filled with contemporary art galleries, museums, and designer fashions. Among the new restaurants that had sprung up in the area was Clouds at the top of Prime Tower. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the city’s skyline from a height of over thirty stories.

The place was modern and trendy, with a bit of New York style. As the highest building in Zurich, it really was in the clouds. Gianni secured a table by the windows with a great view of the city and the mountains in the distance. While perusing the outdoor sights, they enjoyed cocktails, and ate Jerusalem artichoke with smoked mackerel, one of the Mediterranean-inspired dishes.

In the evenings, they nestled into their room at the Hyatt. Gianni had reserved a corner suite with panoramic views of Zurich. More than once they imbibed in the luxury of soaking in the marble tub. And the luxurious bed was a haven for lovemaking, a warm, cozy respite from the cold outside.

Kyra arrived in time for the fashion event. She was busy the first few days with the fashion event coordinator, setting up for the show. There were pre-event parties for the models, sessions with makeup artists and hairstylists. But she still found time to have dinner with Gianni and Leah, and scour the Christmas markets.

It was a pleasure for Leah to have her friend at the fashion event. And the hours they spent shopping, having coffee, and savoring holiday treats were memorable. After the season’s shows in New York, London, Milan, and Paris came a stunning display of fashion trends presented in Switzerland. Leah wished it was warmer out, so she could wear the strappy heels the models wore on the glittery catwalk.

The fashion industry wasn’t as big in Switzerland as in Italy or France. But it didn’t mean there wasn’t a lot of interest from fashionistas seeking the new pieces of the season. Leah found it refreshing and exciting to witness new things happening in the world of fashion. It was a popular event. Especially since attendees did not have to be invited guests, as they did during fashion weeks in other cities.

Any fan of the designer showings could buy tickets online and spend the evenings at the fashion event tent, discovering the new collections of local designers. The after-show activities weren’t limited to influencers, bloggers, or editors. The venue was open to anyone into fashion. It added to the excitement of Fashion Week.

Kyra looked stunning in each outfit she modeled. Leah liked a little black dress she wore presented by a Swiss designer. The announcer described it as “a wearable dress from a smart collection.” It was fetching, and just might end up in Leah’s closet sometime soon.

It was a fun event, and a great platform for new talent. Fashion days were also very social. Later that evening, local celebrities, fashion bloggers, and designers, all dressed to the nines, would gather in the VIP tent for a glass of something sparkling or a signature cocktail. Before the party, Kyra had persuaded Leah to let her do her makeup.

Although at shows makeup artists usually did her makeup for her, Kyra was talented with colors and creating different looks. She gave Leah a dramatic look, with darker eyebrows, deep red lips, and even a beauty mark, just like the old-time movie stars. When Kyra allowed her to look in the mirror, Leah expelled a breath.

“With snow piled up outside, and this exotic makeup, I feel like I’m starring in
Doctor Zhivago
,” she said. “All I need is a wool cape.”

Kyra smiled. “I have one you can borrow.”

“It was a joke.”

“I know.” Kyra giggled. “But it’s not a bad idea. And that was a great movie, by the way. I should rent it sometime, and see it again. It was so romantic.”

“But sad,” Leah said.

“Yes, true.” Kyra put her hand over her heart, recalling a scene. “Remember when he takes her to that estate, and they are all alone? He started writing poetry for her, the ‘Lara’ poems.”

“I fell in love with Omar Sharif during that part,” Leah said. “Didn’t you?”

“Totally.” Kyra grinned. “I dreamed of being Julie Christie.”

“So did I. That’s one reason we are friends,” Leah said. “We are both hopeless romantics.”

To go with her new makeup, Leah managed to sweep her hair into an elegant style, with Kyra’s help. And she wore a long black one-strap dress with a slit along the left front, and ruffles at the bottom. She added the serpent bracelet that Gianni had bought her, and a tasteful gold necklace.

Kyra went all out. It was a fashion event, after all. Her dress was a strapless fuchsia satin gown with shimmering rhinestones accenting the fitted bodice. The toes of fuchsia satin high heels peeked out from underneath. Her neck was bare. But she wore dangling rhinestone earrings, and her hair flowed in lovely waves over her shoulders.

Gianni had left early for a pre-party business meeting. Kyra and Leah were escorted to the event by security he had hired while they were in Switzerland. The tent was warm enough, with space heaters strategically placed. When they arrived, they took a moment to look around at all the well-dressed attendees.

“I love parties like this,” Kyra said. “It makes me feel like some kind of celebrity.”

“I’m getting better at socializing,” Leah said. “With Gianni, there is no way to escape it. But lately it’s been fun, I admit.”

Leah spotted Gianni across the floor, walking toward them. He wore a black blazer over a white satin shirt, and the sight took her breath away. She stepped forward to meet him, and he wrapped his arms around her. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”

“That’s Kyra’s doing. She insisted on doing my makeup.”

“Well, I like it.” Gianni turned to Kyra, and with his hands on her shoulders, kissed her on the cheek. “And you are stunning as well. Every male at this party will be drooling.”

Kyra giggled. “I hope so. I spent too much on this dress. But then, how often do I party with VIPs in Switzerland?”

Gianni was about to say something when his attention was diverted to a handsome man approaching. He was as tall as Gianni, with similar sandy blond hair. “Gianni,” he said, giving him a bear hug. “Good to see you. It’s been too long.”

“Wonderful to see you, Stephano. I had hoped you’d get to Zurich sooner so we could see more of you,” Gianni said.

“Yes, I thought it was going to work out. But I had another job I couldn’t refuse. I flew in just in time to photograph today’s show.” Stephano was lean and strong, without being too muscular. Leah could see the family resemblance.

Gianni put his arm around Leah. “Stephano, I’d like you to meet Leah.”

Stephano gave her a warm hug. “I am pleased to meet you,” he said. “I apologize that it wasn’t sooner. I’ve been traveling a lot.”

“It’s good to meet you,” Leah said. It was only then that she noticed Kyra’s face. She knew her friend well, and the dreamy look in her eyes said it all. Stephano was swoon-worthy, so it shouldn’t have been any surprise that he caught her friend’s eye.

But Leah had not seen Kyra lose her composure before. She actually seemed shy. Her cheeks were flushed. Gianni introduced her to his younger brother, and Kyra reached out a hand to greet him.

“And it is a pleasure to meet you too, Kyra,” he said in a warm, deep voice. Stephano held Kyra’s hand a moment longer than a mere hello would dictate. Her eyes flitted down, then back up to his. Leah glanced at Gianni, who smiled.

“Well, I believe there is champagne,” Stephano said. He wore a black sweater and jeans with a charcoal blazer. The look was appropriate for a fashion photographer. And he seemed unconcerned about impressing anyone by dressing up for the party. By the look on Kyra’s face, she thought he looked good enough to eat. The Rinaldi men just had that ability to steal women’s hearts.

As they walked toward the bar, Stephano said to Kyra, “You look lovely this evening.”

Kyra hung close. “Thank you. Is all the travel you do because of your fashion photography?”

“Yes, I’ve been doing it for years,” he said. “How did you know?”

Kyra smiled at Stephano. “I’ve been friends with Leah for a long time. And Gianni, and your sister Daniela, have spoken of you.”

“You live in New York, then?”

“Yes, I do,” Kyra said. “I used to do more international shows, but not so much recently.”

“You’re a model?”

“Yes, mostly I model for showrooms in New York. But I adore big events like this.”

Once they got drinks, Gianni and Leah were pulled into conversation with some buyers. They chatted about the Swiss fashions, the show, and the fashion industry. Leah lost track of Kyra, but knew she was in good hands. The matchmaker in her hoped they would hit it off. It would be such a relief to see Kyra with a man that would treat her right.

The party was fun, and Leah drank a bit too much. But she enjoyed being dressed up and feeling like a celebrity. When they left, she wasn’t sure where Kyra was, so Gianni texted his brother. “Stephano will take her back to the hotel later,” he said. “They are going to grab a late dinner.”

Leah smiled. “That’s good to hear.”

Gianni put his arm around her and squeezed her close. “Yes, I do believe my brother was charmed by Kyra. Maybe he will be as lucky as I am to have a special woman in his life.”