Leah's Seduction: 3 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (2 page)

Chapter 2

The black dress was low cut. In the front, two wide strips of sequined fabric covered the middle of Leah’s breasts, leaving them showing along both sides. It was a risqué design, and Gianni could not avert his eyes.

Her hair skimmed over her shoulders and settled on the inner sides of her breasts. The depth in her brown eyes was a magnetic pull, and Gianni moved closer. The sides of the dress were open to the waist, revealing more flesh.

Running his fingertips along her ribs down to her waist, Gianni watched her expression change. Leah’s face flushed, and her lips parted. He gazed at her mouth for a moment, then reached under the dress and cupped her buttocks with one hand.

No panties. “You’re a bad girl,” he groaned. “You dared come out of the dressing room, braless and with no panties.”

Leah’s breathing was labored.

“You were teasing me, weren’t you?” Gianni slid his fingers between her legs to dip into her sweet cream. “Teasing will get you in trouble.”

He looked at Leah’s breasts, admiring her nipples poking against the fabric. Then he grasped the strips of fabric covering them and opened the front, so he could gaze at her luscious breasts. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Leah’s chest moved with her rapid breathing. Leaning down, Gianni suckled at her nipples, taking his time. If she thought she could tease, and not suffer, she would find out. Leah was his to take, when and how he liked.

Sucking harder, he heard Leah make tiny noises deep in her throat. The taste of her skin on his tongue spurred his hunger for her. Gianni took one tiny nipple in his teeth and tugged, making her moan. Just enough pain, but not too much.

Then he tugged on her other nipple before raking his tongue over both. Nuzzling her neck, Gianni let his lips graze her skin. Leah shivered. Then he pressed his mouth to hers, finding her lips soft and warm.

The feel of her tongue against his sent heat straight to his balls. The way she melted against him, showing him how much she wanted him, drove the intensity. When Leah reached out and squeezed his erection, Gianni kissed her harder.

Then he undid his pants and pulled them down with his briefs. Looking in the mirrors, he saw Leah’s bare ass when he lifted her dress. He could see the reflection on all four walls of the room. “You can watch, baby,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Gianni’s cock dripped, and Leah slid her hand up his shaft. She smeared pre-cum around the head, and cupped her hand over the top. Squeezing, she let it slide down slowly. Gianni squeezed her bare ass, then lifted her up so her feet were on a low seat.

She stood higher, but just enough to allow him better access. Gianni stroked her wet slit. “Bend your knees and lower over me.”

Leah put her arms around his neck and positioned over the top of his cock. Then she slid gently over it. Gianni felt the heat of her pussy surround him, and he held her around the waist to bury himself deeper.

Panting, Leah bent her legs until he was as deep as possible. He felt his cock lurch when her strong muscles clenched tight. Holding her, Gianni arched his back and stroked up, into her. He savored the pleasure, but only for a moment.

Then he fucked her hard, and Leah responded. She slid over his thick member, matching his motions. Her breathing was ragged, and he could tell she was trying to limit the noise. That added to the excitement.

He could see Leah watching them in the mirrors, and it was damn sexy. Gianni kissed her wildly, over her breasts, along her neck. Her body trembled, and he knew she was close. Speeding his motions, he put his hands at her waist to guide her.

Harder and faster, he fucked her, visible in every direction in the tall mirrored walls. Leah’s breasts bounced softly with the effort, and her hair was wild around her face. When the tremors hit, she bit her lip to stifle her scream.

As she pulsed over him, Gianni came hard, filling her. He muffled the deep moans in his throat, and after the intense climax, he breathed heavily against Leah’s neck. She collapsed against him, and he held her, stroking her hair.

When she lifted her head, Gianni lowered her to the floor. She reached in her bag for some tissues to dry herself. Gently, he brushed her hair back from her face. Then he raised the hem of the dress and pulled it off. He kissed her softly on the lips.

Gianni said, “I’ll go tell her we will take the dress. I like it.”

Leah smiled, and he draped the garment over his arm. “Get ready. I’ll be waiting for you.” Gianni left the room, leaving her to get dressed.

*****

When the door shut, Leah looked at herself in the mirrors. The flush of her cheeks and disarray of her hair gave her away. She was embarrassed to have to leave the dressing room, aware the clerk knew what they had been doing.

She redressed and brushed out her hair, doing her best to get presentable. Gianni would take her when and where he wanted to. And Leah preferred it that way. She’d even enticed him into the dressing room.

That didn’t mean it didn’t take getting used to. Leah’s new lifestyle was different in many ways. Having such a sexy man left her breathless. And each time he brought her off, Leah craved more.

She was insatiable, as was Gianni. So, she may as well walk out to the main store with her head high, and be proud of what they’d done. Why pretend to be something she wasn’t? Leah had done that for too long already.

After reapplying her lipstick and examining her clothes to be sure she was fully dressed, Leah took her purse from the small table. It had been so hot, having sex with Gianni with mirrors everywhere. Watching him fuck her in delicious erotic abandon had been insanely good.

Leah took a breath and grasped the handle to the door. Then she left to go meet Gianni.

*****

Fashion Week Amsterdam was geared toward the fashion industry and the press. There were dozens of shows that guests could attend for glimpses of upcoming collections. Not only did the week bring together the cream of the international fashion scene, it also reached out to the general public with ten days of downtown events. All events were open to the public, so they could become acquainted with Dutch fashion.

Although Leah was spellbound by the trendy fashions, and made notes to reflect on later, she was more wrapped up in seeing downtown with Gianni. In between major events, they hit some of the highlights. They walked through the city, which was easy to navigate.

Leah found out that any establishment whose sign said
coffee shop
could legally sell cannabis. She also learned that liberal Amsterdam had an impressive nightlife. One evening they strolled through the famous red-light district. On another night, they nestled into one of the local clubs to listen to live music.

But one of the most enjoyable things they did was cruise the sixty-five miles of canals that meandered through the city. Gianni had reserved a cruise for a candlelight dinner, which was a romantic way to see the city. The route passed many quaint 17
th
-century buildings, and picturesque bridges.

The wooden boat, built in 1898, was large enough for twenty passengers. But, opting for privacy, Gianni had rented the vessel exclusively for the evening. There were no recorded narrations of the sights, although the captain was available to point things out along the way. While they gazed at the city’s night lights, they ate bruschetta and sipped mojitos.

The weather was warm, and Gianni wore a short-sleeved shirt, allowing Leah to admire his muscular arms. His hair was windblown, and his perfect lips begged her to kiss them.

“You’re staring.”

Leah didn’t look away. “How can I help it?”

Gianni smiled. “Are you having a good time, baby?”

“Yes, very good. But all this alcohol is going to my head.”

No sooner had she spoken, the waiter arrived with the first course of their meal. Leah had discovered that Dutch food was basically simple, but hearty. Meat and potatoes were common fare, with seafood also heavily featured.

“What you need is some food,” Gianni said.

The server left their steaming bowls on the table, letting them know it was pea soup with ham. It was delicious, and Leah realized how hungry she was. “Very tasty,” she said.

For a few minutes, they ate in silence. Then, leaning back in his chair, Gianni looked at Leah. Clearly, something was on his mind.

She took a sip of ice water, leaving her cocktail unfinished. Leah needed to slow down; she was already feeling lightheaded.

“I don’t think you know what you do to me,” he said.

Leah couldn’t miss the change in tone. She waited for him to continue.

“I want more, Leah. And I think you’re ready.” He reached out and took her hand. “It’s our last night in Amsterdam. I’d like to make it memorable.”

“Gianni,” she said, “you know I want that too.” Then she frowned. “Is there something more? Something I should know?”

He seemed thoughtful.

The waiter came to take their empty bowls and deliver the plates with the main course. It was a shrimp dish with a side of fries and mayonnaise. When he left, Gianni squeezed her hand. “We’ll talk at the room.”

“I don’t think we will be doing much talking when we get back,” Leah said. “Maybe we should talk now.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just took a bite of shrimp. And Leah wasn’t sure that she should have pressed. Gianni tended to do things in his own way. If he didn’t want to talk right then, he wouldn’t.

Leah dipped a fry and slipped it into her mouth. He watched her.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she said, “I do trust you.”

“Enough to give me control?”

“Don’t I already?”

His eyes gleamed. “Yes, baby, you do. But I mean completely. In sexual scenes there are levels of submission. So far, you’ve always been able to stand up, or walk away.” Gianni studied her. “What if you couldn’t?”

Leah’s throat tightened, and her hand trembled. What he offered was exciting. It was what she wanted. But she couldn’t be the one to say so. Now Gianni was saying it. “I would need to have faith in you.”

“Can you do that?”

“I want to. I really do.” Leah tried to still the butterflies in her stomach. “You’ll have to show me. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

The lust in Gianni’s eyes deepened. “I’ll show you, baby. There’s nothing for you to worry about. It will be for your pleasure, just like everything we do.”

Leah looked down.

He stroked his fingertips over her knuckles. “What, baby?”

“I’m just…nervous,” she said, looking into his blue eyes. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Gianni shook his head. “That’s not possible. You couldn’t disappoint me.”

“You say that now, but we haven’t done it yet.”

“I know you. I’m aware of your need,” he said. “This is something you want. Something
I
want. We will do it together, without expectation. Whatever we do pleases me.” Gianni looked so sincere. “I want you to know that.”

Leah felt better, although still anxious. It was something new, and clearly beyond what they’d done before, or Gianni wouldn’t have felt the need to ask her beforehand. Yet the thrill of it, the promise of what he offered, outweighed any misgivings.

“It’s good to hear you say that,” she said, but her voice was soft.

Gianni raised his eyebrows. “Something else?”

Leah licked her lower lip. “What if…I like it too much?”

His expression was intense. “I hope you do, baby. Nothing would please me more.”

Chapter 3

The hotel room was illuminated in amber light. The drapes were golden, and the bedding the same. The dim glow spoke of sensuality, and when Leah stepped inside, a calm settled over her.

She was going to do as Gianni asked. She wanted to. With him, she would be safe. And at last, Leah would have something she craved: true submission.

It was frightening but exciting. She had to have it, and there was no way to turn away. Her skin tingled in anticipation.

Gianni stood behind her, without touching. “Take off your clothes.”

The command in his voice electrified her. The tone was new, and sent a pulse straight to her clit. She slipped off her shoes and proceeded to undress. Slowly she complied, knowing Gianni was watching.

Leah wanted to please him, so she didn’t turn around. He hadn’t asked her to. She waited, feeling his hot gaze brush over her naked body. Her pulse raced.

“Turn to face me,” he said.

She was embarrassed until she saw the admiration in his expression. His lust-filled eyes gave new life to her sexuality. Her nipples ached, and she was wet for him.

Still fully clothed, Gianni stepped closer. But the intent was not to kiss her. His serious expression made Leah’s legs a little shaky.

“Before we do this, we need to give you a special word. It’s called a safeword. You will say it, if you are uncomfortable and want me to stop.” He placed his fingertips on her jaw. “I expect to push you to new limits. But you are in control. You must promise me that if it is too much, you will instantly say your word.”

She hesitated.

“I won’t be disappointed. The use of the word will not be a failure on your part. It is vital that you are confident you can use it, and that you can stop me at any time without repercussions.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her lips. “Do you understand me?”

She swallowed thickly. “Yes.”

“What word do you want to use? Pick one that means something to you, and that will easily come to mind.”

Leah thought for a moment. “Poetry. I’ll use that word. I always find comfort and safety in poetry.”

“Poetry is your word, then. All you need to do it speak it, and everything will instantly stop. Do not hesitate,” he said. “I need your promise that you will use it if you need to.”

“I will.”

Gianni smiled, but it was brief. “Get down on your knees. It will help you get into the right frame of mind. Keep your knees spread slightly, and place your hands on your thighs.”

Leah dropped to the carpet and got in position.

“Maintain good posture. Keep your back straight,” he said. “And don’t look up until I say to.”

His orders turned her on, more than Leah would have expected. Kneeling on the floor, waiting for him—and anxious to do what he wanted—was arousing. Gianni was in control, affirming what she knew: Leah liked it that way.

She could hear him walking across the carpet. Gianni turned on soft music, and lowered the lights a bit more. The rustle of clothing told her he was getting undressed. Imaging him doing so made her sex throb.

By the time he came back to her, Leah’s nipples were hard as little pebbles. And she was so wet she thought she might be dripping on the rug. Serving Gianni was not shameful. It was the most erotic thing she had ever done.

He touched her head, but did not tell her to look up. “My cock is hard for you,” he said. “I want your lips on it.”

Heat flooded her belly. Leah leaned forward and touched her lips to Gianni’s hot cock. She wasn’t sure how much she was allowed.

His voice guided her. “You may touch me.”

Leah ran her hands up his lean thighs, and, kissing the base of his cock, she breathed in the scent of his sex, feeling dizzy from it. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she squeezed gently, then slid up his hard shaft.

At the top, she smeared his pre-cum with her palm. Holding just below the knob, Leah put her mouth over him. He tasted so good, salty, and masculine. She closed her eyes for a moment, falling into him.

“Keep going,” he said.

Leah put one hand on his flat abdomen, then ran her fingers through the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. Cupping his balls, she massaged them gently. Gianni made no move to correct her, so she assumed she was doing all right so far.

With one hand, she stroked his cock, stopping to feel the bulging veins. Then she licked his shaft, tasting him and wanting all of him. Covering her teeth with her lips, Leah let his cock slip into her mouth, and she pressed down.

She’d nearly forgotten about Gianni’s plans, and any awkwardness had dropped away. She thought only of him, of the pleasure she could give, and of wanting to take all of his cum. But it was too soon.

“That’s enough for now,” he said. “Stand up.”

Leah felt the loss when she freed his cock from her mouth. But this wasn’t about her preferences. Gianni was in charge. She could have what he allowed her, and no more. She stood and faced him.

Gianni moved past her and pulled back the covers. “I want you on your back on the bed.”

Leah did as he asked. When he looked at her, naked and vulnerable, a wave of sensation coursed through her. She dared not say anything.

Running one finger across her collarbone, Gianni conveyed his possession. That was all it took. His finger drifted between her breasts and over her belly. It felt like her skin was on fire. The urge for him to touch her nipples was fierce.

Still she remained quiet.

Showing no emotion, Gianni reached into the side table drawer and withdrew some rope. A feeling of panic hit her. Of course, she had known that would be a possibility. But seeing the rope had no less effect.

He held the rope in one hand and dragged it across her skin. It felt smooth. Leah realized it was waxed. When he pulled the rope over her breasts, letting it grate against her nipples, she shuddered.

“This rope won’t hurt you. But it will keep you bound,” he said. “Turn so you are across the bed, and bend your knees.”

Leah did so, and watched Gianni as he deftly tied her ankles to her thighs. The binding wasn’t too tight, and the wax avoided chafing. It wasn’t too bad, except she was instantly immobile. He held her shoulders, and leaned down to kiss her.

“Okay?”

She nodded, and Gianni proceeded. With the rest of the rope, he bound her wrists to her thighs. Her arms were at her side, but Leah was unable to move them.

It wasn’t as uncomfortable as she might have thought. The soft bed cushioned her back, and nothing was tight enough to cut off circulation. She had the comfort in knowing that all she need do was say her chosen word to stop the scene.

But she didn’t need to.

Gianni brushed some hair away from her face and gazed at her taut nipples. “I must warn you that all sensation will be stronger now. You will be unable to move to mitigate the intensity.” He put a finger under her chin, and he looked into her eyes. “You will have to endure it.”

Leah had no doubt how close she was to orgasm.

As if knowing, Gianni admonished her. “You do not have permission to come. You will only come if I allow it.” His blue eyes pierced into her. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

Leah lay on her back, across the mattress with her pussy open to Gianni, standing next to the bed. He took his time, and the delay drove her crazy. Purposefully, he let her grow accustomed to her bindings, and settle into the knowledge that she was at his mercy.

He ran a finger down her inner thigh, and she trembled. “You are mine,” he said.

She was so wet, and so hot, Leah feared she would come without permission. She gritted her teeth to maintain some restraint. Gianni tortured her by running his fingertip around her breasts, avoiding her nipples.

His cock was rock hard and gorgeous. Which made it worse. Leah wanted to touch him, and to fist his shaft. She wanted to feel his heat, and touch his thick knob to her lips. But she couldn’t move. All such pleasure was denied.

His blue eyes were cold. “I know you want to come. You could come easily.” His jaw stiffened. “But you won’t, baby. Because I haven’t told you that you can. And I don’t know if I will or not.”

Leah’s heart fell. He wouldn’t really bring her so close and leave her in such pain, would he? By the look in his eyes, she feared he might. She clenched her jaw, determined to take whatever torment he dished out.

“I like seeing you there, bound for my pleasure,” he said. “You look so vulnerable, so beautiful.” He touched his fingertips to her lips, and Leah bit them lightly. “Vixen,” he said.

Gianni drew back. “You will take some taming. Being tied up is good for you. Maybe you will realize who is in control here.”

Leah had no doubt about that.

Gianni seemed to enjoy her suffering, as evidenced by his swollen cock. Her clit tightened, and she squirmed in discomfort. She prayed he would put pressure there, knowing he wouldn’t, even as she thought it.

If he wasn’t so impossibly sexy, it would have been easier. Or even if he had blindfolded her. But he hadn’t. Leah knew he wanted her to look at him, see his rigid shaft, and be unable to satisfy the urge to reach out for it.

So she stared, seeing the fire in his eyes and feeling the heat of his touch. Gianni placed his palms on her hipbones, and Leah whimpered. That wasn’t even an erogenous zone, as far as she knew. But the gesture conveyed his mastery of her.

It said more than words could have.

Gianni leaned over her, but stopped within inches of her sensitive skin. “No matter how good you feel,” he said, “you won’t come. Your orgasm is mine. It’s mine to enjoy if I chose to. It’s not yours. Your pleasure is mine. Mine to give. Mine to withhold.”

Leah was more turned on than she had been before. Fortunately, Gianni’s statement required no response. Because she wasn’t sure she could speak. When his breath grazed her skin, she trembled. And she hoped he would release her into the climax that consumed her mind, if not her body.

Taking liberties with her, Gianni bent his head and put his mouth over one of her nipples. Leah came unglued. She tried to repress the tremors in her body, but it was difficult. Ignoring her discomfort, he sucked, taking what he wanted.

She floundered for some distraction, anything to think of besides the intense sensations flowing through her. But it was impossible. The only thing in her mind, and the one thing flooding her senses, was Gianni.

Every sucking sensation brought her closer. The feel of his mouth on her, his heat, the softness of his lips, and his masculine scent swamped her. Leah had no control. She was his. His to torture. His to have. And she could not even seek release by exploding into orgasm.

Taking his time, Gianni sucked one nipple and then the other. He savored and enjoyed, at her expense. When he lifted his head, Leah could see that her nipples were bright red. He would have had to do nothing more than continue sucking for her to come.

Which is precisely why he stopped. She knew it. Gianni mastered her body, as she was unable to master her feelings. He knew how far he could take her, and knew when to pull back. Standing up, he reached between her legs and cupped her sex.

Leah shuddered, knowing what was coming, and unsure she could comply with his order. How could she resist an orgasm that boldly took her? The way Gianni caressed her, there would soon be no turning back.

Yet he somehow managed to steer her around the inevitable. Lightly, he slid his fingers along her wet slit. The sound of her panting grew louder, drowning out the music that had long since fallen into the background.

Gianni knelt by the bed. He spread her outer lips and blew softly. Every nerve in her body responded. He couldn’t keep doing that. Leah couldn’t hold on. Then, as quickly as he started, he stopped.

But what he did next was even worse. Gianni pressed his lips to her sex, just beyond her most sensitive spot. Inside, she clenched, needing more so badly she thought she would burst. Gently his tongue flicked across her clit, and she cried out.

“Tell me, baby, does it hurt?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Good,” he said. “Know that you are mine. I can bring you to the edge, but I can take you away just as easily.”

All Leah could do was pant faster, anything to disperse the intense feeling threatening to overtake her. Gianni’s words seemed to come from afar, and she felt as though she floated on a cloud. It felt too good, and too bad, to come down from it.

“Okay, my beauty,” he said, “I want to be inside you.”

Leah moaned. The anticipation of him plunging into her made her want to scream in agonizing pleasure. But Gianni hadn’t said she could climax. The insane ecstasy of his cock buried in her might drive her to insanity. Could he be so cruel as to not allow her to come?