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

Chapter 9

Gianni ran the tip of his finger over her lips, and felt Leah quiver. “I turned away from this room…denied myself its indulgence. And I thought I could stay away from it.” He could see the need in her brown eyes. “Until I met you.”

Leah’s lips parted, and he covered her mouth with his, tasting her sweetness. Delving his tongue inside, Gianni raked it against hers, drinking her in and wanting more. The soft sound she made in the back of her throat sent heat flooding to his loins.

The lure of the carnal undercurrent surrounding them was impossible to ignore. There was only one way to placate Leah’s desire and his, and that was to give in to Gianni’s thirst for the more extreme sexual play. That she was willing made the effect of the special room more potent.

He ran his hand down her back, feeling the heat of Leah’s bare skin, revealed by the low-cut dress. Then he unzipped it and leaned back. With her hands buried in his hair, Leah looked with anticipation into his eyes. “I need you naked,” he said.

She slid off his lap, and he stood, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Tonight you are mine.”

Leah’s cheeks flushed. “I am yours,” she said softly.

“This room is ours now, and we will explore new boundaries.” He was lost in her eyes for a moment. “Beginning tonight.”

“Yes,” she said, “I would like that.”

He took her hand and guided her to a tall apparatus against one wall. It had a narrow red cushion along the upright pole that would support her spine. And it had two cushions over metal legs, in the shape of an upside-down V, where the back of her calves would rest with her legs apart.

Leah looked at him, her eyes wide. “I will be in tune with your responses. But trust works both ways,” he said. “I need you to promise that if it is too much, if you feel unbearable discomfort, that you will say your safe word.”

She spoke without hesitation. “I promise.”

“Take off all your clothes and hang them there.” He pointed to a wooden cupboard with hangers on a silver bar. “Then wait for me.”

Gianni strode across the room to prepare physically and mentally for what was to come. He turned on music, a sequence of songs with a deep bass. Then he lowered the lights, giving the room an amber glow. Taking his time, he removed his clothes and draped them over a chair.

His cock was erect, and he was all too aware of the extent of restraint that would be required to delay his own gratification. The thought of the extreme sex play, and the honor of seeing her response, sent heat flooding though him.

And honor it was. Submission was not given lightly, and Gianni valued the power transferred to him. Although Leah held more power than she knew. She would soon find that out. Playing out the scene was a gift, but wholly dependent on her willingness. With just a word, she could stop everything, and Gianni would immediately discontinue play, if it came to that.

Yet he didn’t think it would. Time away from the playroom hadn’t wiped out his experience. And the things he had done with Leah so far enabled him to be in tune with her preferences. He knew how far he could take her, and how she looked or responded when close to orgasm.

Gianni would reach deep, and satisfy Leah in a way she hadn’t known she needed. During the scene he would discern what pleased her, and how much discomfort heightened the thrill. But most importantly, when to cease pressing. When to allow Leah release, or even to forbid it. The judgment was his.

Walking around a cabinet, Gianni went to Leah. She was naked, with her long hair flowing down her back, touching just above her waist. The flawlessness of her skin, her swollen breasts, and her vulnerability gave her the look of an angel. Her hands rested on her thighs, and her eyes gazed down at the floor.

“Stand up,” he said.

Leah rose, but did not look into his eyes. Her obedience affected Gianni emotionally, and he knew she was ready for the scene.

“For tonight, you may look at me,” he said. “I prefer to see your eyes. I want to watch your expressions.”

She looked up, and the desire that filled her eyes gripped him to his very soul.

“Stand in front of the apparatus,” he said, and Leah stepped over to it. He turned her to face him, then leaned her back against the red pad that supported her spine and head. “Spread your legs, and press the back of your calves against the cushions.”

Leah did so, and Gianni knelt to tighten the leather straps around her ankles. Going behind the machine, he used another strap to bind her elbows together. The binding was not too tight, but enough to restrict her motion.

Stepping in front of her, Gianni was satisfied with her bondage. With her elbows linked, Leah’s breasts arched toward him, and her nipples were distended. The straps at her ankles kept her legs apart. The look in her eyes told him the position excited her.

To be in an environment where it was safe and acceptable to feel emotion was the
freedom
a submissive felt in bondage. Gianni didn’t need to tell her that. Leah was about to discover it on her own.

The deep tones of the music reverberated against the walls. The richness of the sound added to the mood, the baleful tune dark and foreboding. Leah bit her lower lip nervously. Gianni looked at her sternly. “You may not speak unless I ask you a question. Then you will answer loud enough so I can hear you. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

“If I ask how intense a sensation is, or I want to know how you are feeling, you must tell me the truth. Swear to me that you will, because I need to have confidence that you won’t disguise your reactions just to please me.”

“Yes, I swear. I will tell you the truth if you ask.”

Gianni touched his fingertips to her jaw, and Leah’s eyes half closed. “How are you feeling now?”

She swallowed thickly. “A little scared.”

“Why are you scared?”

“Because I’m not sure what you are going to do to me.”

“Yes, you would naturally be afraid this first time,” he said. “I am in control. You must let me guide you. Will you do that?”

Leah’s chest moved with the increased rate of her breathing. “Yes. I want you to guide me.”

“You will keep your eyes open. You have my permission to cry out if you need to, and making noise is acceptable.” He stared deeply into her eyes. “But you will not question me, or speak out of your own will.”

Leah was silent.

Gianni reached up and took down a flogger. The stout base had a rubber-wrapped handle, and the two-foot-long tails were made of suede. For Leah’s first time, the well-made instrument would be effective. There were no beads or knots at the end of the tails, so it would not break the skin.

Practiced with the instrument, Gianni would strike with precise motions to titillate Leah. He stood in front of her. “This will not make any permanent marks. But it will challenge you.”

Panting softly, Leah looked at him with big eyes. Gianni reached between her legs and ran his fingers along her slit. “You are wet already,” he said, and lifted his fingers to his mouth to suck off the cream.

With his thumb, he flicked over her nipples, liking how hard they were. Then he let the tails of the flogger drift over her shoulders. Leah tensed. “Stay calm. Let me have control.” Her shoulders relaxed.

Gianni caressed her belly with the tails, loving to see the pink in her cheeks. Then he let the tips graze her inner thighs. She looked so lovely, flushed and ready. He was going to enjoy this as much as she was.

Stepping back, Gianni whipped the flogger in the air. It made a threatening
swish
. He did it once more, then snapped the tails against Leah’s thigh repeatedly. The strokes were fast and snappy, causing a sharp sensation.

First one thigh, and then the other. Gianni titillated her with directed slaps. Leah began to moan quietly, and he allowed her to continue. He whipped lower along her calves, then on her inner thighs, and over her belly.

Leah’s panting sped up, and her eyes were glassy. Gianni inflicted the swipe of the tails along her arms, and could see from the color in her cheeks that she was edging close to release. It was too soon. He stepped back, and Leah’s eyes drifted to his thick cock, swollen with need.

He fisted it once, then dangled the tips of the flogger over her nipples. Leah cried out softly. “Have I hurt you, baby?” he asked.

“No,” she gasped.

“I need to know how it feels to you.”

“It…” She took a breath. “It stings for a minute, like it will hurt. But…I like it.”

Gianni put his finger under her chin so she would look at him. “I’m going to do more. You will follow my instructions. All right?”

“Yes.”

With varying strokes, Gianni flogged her beautiful skin, stinging with the teasing tails. As her chest heaved with deep breathing, and a faraway look came into her eyes, he knew Leah was experiencing the floating sensation that he intended.

Without stopping, he lightly swiped the tails over her nipples, just enough to tease. Then sharply stung the sides of her breasts. Leah moaned and turned her head to the side. “Look at me,” he said.

She looked at Gianni, and he whipped the tails across her belly. Her pussy was red with arousal. He slapped over her vulva several times. Leah emitted a high-pitched, erotic sound. The sensations roiling through her had to be intense.

Gianni slapped her inner thighs then, with precise force, over her sex. The tiny stings would radiate through her, and make it difficult for her not to come. “I control your pleasure,” he said. “It’s
mine
.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes. Gianni worked the tails over her hips, and down her thighs, before striking firmly against her sex. Leah’s body stiffened and her belly flattened. “Who is in control?” he said.

“You…you are,” she gasped.

“Remember that.” Gianni slapped the tails over her breasts, down her ribs, then between her legs. With expert swats, he stung the sensitive skin over her clit, knowing it would torture her. “Don’t disobey me,” he said, knowing she balanced at the precipice.

Leah’s jaw tensed; her body was rigid. But she did not give in to the pull toward release.

Gianni swatted her sex three more times, and Leah groaned. It was such a sexy sound. Then he tapped the suede just so, stimulating her clit. She had held back, denied her own orgasm when the urge to let go was powerful. Gianni knew the stimulation the flogger delivered.

She had obeyed, and now he would reward her. “Come, baby. Come hard. Now!”

He stung over her sex, and Leah cried out. She exploded into climax, and her body shuddered uncontrollably. Gianni drank in the sight of her, savored her beauty, watching her give up all resistance to the waves of pleasure rolling through her.

When she peaked, Leah’s breathing began to slow. Gianni wrapped his arms around her, feeling the last shivers go through her. Her skin was warm, and so soft. Leah kissed his shoulder, and Gianni put his hand on the back of her head, holding her tight.

When she relaxed, Gianni knelt to release her ankles from the leather straps, then went behind to undo her elbows. Knowing she was weak, he scooped her into his arms and went to sit in the padded chair. He held her close, feeling her breath against his chest.

His cock ached for want of her. The return to the playroom had been better than he had even imagined. And it was because of Leah. Because of her limitless passion, her trust, and her willingness.

Chapter 10

Greedy for more, Gianni did not want to leave the playroom anytime soon. He stretched Leah out on the velvet bench, then massaged her arms and ankles to restore circulation. He kissed her all over, his cock painfully hard and the delay nearly unendurable.

But once she recovered, Gianni did more with her. Nothing as challenging, but every bit as fierce. She spread her legs, and he buried his cock in her. Fucking her in a steady rhythm, he came when holding back was no longer possible. And she wrapped her legs around Gianni, clinging to him.

And it wasn’t the only time that night Gianni came. He seemed unable to get enough, of Leah, of the room, of the emotion of the scenes. They stayed until dawn, testing, experimenting, and holding each other. His life had changed in a significant way. Looking forward to endless nights with Leah gave him deep satisfaction.

New Year’s Day they slept late, and when they woke, snuggled together. It was a lazy day, and when they felt inspired, Gianni and Leah dressed and went to brunch. They chatted and enjoyed their time alone, with the normal rhythms of life not far off. The vivid memories of the night before filled his mind, and the burn of desire lingered deep in his core.

He had crossed the line. But wanting Leah as he did, Gianni didn’t see a choice. Bending her to his will, taking her as his own, held a pull so strong it refused to be ignored. Her seduction had escalated into a craving neither could put aside.

A part of him that he’d thought he had lost was now restored. His life had been incomplete without access to the playroom, and he was relieved to have it back. Yet it would be nothing without Leah. She was the only woman he could envision sharing the intimate scenes with. For a long time, there had been emptiness in his life. But no longer.

Entering the playroom, with its sensual trimmings, had been inevitable. Yet he was haunted by misgivings. The intimacy of the scenes shared in such a setting, and the power of the encounters, was not to be taken lightly.

If it had destroyed one woman, it could as easily be the end of another. Yet Leah was right. She was different. She wasn’t Ava. The other woman’s fragility was not part of Leah’s makeup, and her tolerance was greater.

Yet Leah had vowed she loved Gianni, just as Ava had so long before. What love entailed, or how to deal with it, was not nearly as easy as playing out a scene. Emotions ran high with both. Would Leah be able to deal with fiery sex, free of restraint, and still be able to protect her heart?

Gianni didn’t want to hurt her. That had never been his intention. His concern was that his urge to push boundaries, to blend pain with pleasure, would overpower and eventually crush Leah. He was going to have to do things right this time, and swore he would control the situation to avoid another tragedy.

*****

Although distracted with thoughts of Leah, his company demanded his attention. The next day, Gianni returned to the showroom, to business as usual. Messages had piled up. He received multiple solicitations every week from designers seeking representation.

Many things had to be taken into consideration. The designer’s account base and brand recognition were as important as the product. Buyer relationships were the core of Gianni’s business, and took years to build.

A designer that GR Showroom contracted with had to be able to meet deadlines, and create fashions that aligned with current trends. Gianni and his team worked hard, and put the company’s reputation on the line every time they put their name behind a brand.

Gianni had asked Joshua to contact Brandon Sherwood, the CEO of Natalie Baker Designs, to request an electronic press kit, and photos of the designs with pricing, along with social media handles to be used for promotion.

At the show where Gianni had seen Natalie’s designs modeled, he had pretty much decided he wanted to showcase her latest creations. He knew her lines were doing well internationally, and were just now appearing in New York.

Timing was everything. Gianni intended to secure a contract with Natalie Baker as soon as possible to include her creations in the fall/winter show. The event would showcase the designs for next winter. The early deadline allowed buyers to place orders, and get them into the stores, before customers needed them for the cold weather. If things moved quickly, he could introduce the fashions before the show, and get some advance press.

The brands GR Showroom represented often became trendsetters, and were frequently mentioned in the media. Gianni had an eye for the freshest contemporary lines, and was known for giving East Coast buyers what they searched for.

The day of the meeting, Natalie wore one of her own creations. Gianni recognized it from the photos that had been sent over. It was a light blue suit of stretchy fabric that moved with her body. It was a good example of the type of comfortable fashions in her line, a style that women desired.

Gianni’s secretary showed Natalie and Brandon into the conference room, and he joined them promptly. Introductions were made. He complimented Natalie on her talent, which he sincerely meant. She seemed a little nervous, which Gianni understood.

This could be quite an opportunity for her. Fortunately, Gianni wanted her fashions adorning his showroom as much as she wanted to see them there.

They were quickly on a first-name basis, and Gianni proceeded to discuss the details of the arrangement. He kept it casual, seeing no need for an overly formal atmosphere. “I think you know how impressed I am with your work, Natalie.”

“I’m flattered,” she said. Gianni was not one to overlook beauty. With her long brown hair and dark eyes, Natalie was an attractive woman. She was slender and wore the designer fashions well, although not tall enough to model. Which was just as well, since she was most valuable designing them.

“My buyers expect innovation, and for the fall I want to give them something different. Your designs for women are graceful, yet comfortable and practical. They are exactly what women are looking for.”

Brandon spoke up in support of Natalie Baker Designs. “I’m glad you see it that way. The popularity of the designs has grown in Europe, Brazil, and even Russia.”

“You are quite right, Brandon,” Gianni said. “I’ve done my homework, and I am aware of the success Natalie’s company has seen so far.” Gianni knew Natalie’s creations worked well with women’s active lifestyles, while still looking feminine and classy. They were very much in demand.

Gianni noticed the diamond ring on Natalie’s left ring finger, and recalled that she was married to Tanner Clarke, of Clarke Luxury Brands. “Natalie, I’d like to discuss an arrangement to include your fashions in my showroom.” He smiled. “I’m confident the exposure will be good for Natalie Baker Designs.”

Natalie gave him a winning smile. “I’m pleased that you consider them worthy of showcasing.” She crossed her legs gracefully. “GR Fashion Showroom is the talk of the industry. You’ve made quite an impression. To be one of the designers you represent in New York is an opportunity I wouldn’t dream of passing up.”

They discussed the particulars, and Gianni observed that Brandon reacted well. As her CEO, he seemed to think the agreement would be beneficial for both parties. “I’ll deliver the agreement to Natalie’s attorney, but I don’t foresee any issues.”

“Excellent,” Gianni said. “I’m meeting a few friends for cocktails, and I’d like to invite you both.” He liked to establish good rapport with his designers.

“We’ll meet you there,” Brandon said, and stood to shake hands. He followed Natalie toward the door.

“Thank you, Gianni,” she said. “We’ll see you there.” Then Brandon opened the conference room door for her.

“I’ll be there shortly,” Gianni said, shaking Natalie’s hand before she left with her CEO right behind her.

Gianni often met business associates at Pouring Ribbons, a local cocktail bar. The lounge was decorated in a mix of modern and retro. It offered a relaxed atmosphere, and a wide variety of drinks. It was a great place to meet.

Arriving first, Gianni mingled with some other friends he was meeting there. Natalie and Brandon arrived soon, and he introduced them. Drinks were ordered, and Natalie slid into a booth with her CEO. For a few minutes, Gianni continued to make the rounds, casually discussing business with a few people he needed to speak with, before going back to check on Natalie.

The music was loud, and didn’t allow for in-depth conversation. That was fine, as he was there for social reasons. When Natalie had to use the ladies’ room, Gianni took her hand to help her out of the booth, then remained at the table to talk with Brandon until she got back.

She wasn’t long. He greeted her upon her return, making sure she had what she needed, and then left her to enjoy the company of the others at the table. Gianni needed to catch one more business associate, who was seated across the room with another group. There was something he wanted to mention to him.

Natalie and Brandon didn’t stay too long. They found Gianni and shook hands before leaving. He could tell Natalie was appreciative, and he was sure the business arrangement with her design company would work out well.

The agreement was signed not long after, and Natalie delivered her designs by the deadline. Gianni showcased the line as planned, and obtained some media coverage. When the magazine was delivered, he looked at the glossy photo of him, casually dressed, standing in GR Showroom with rows of fashions behind him. It was good exposure for his company, as well as Natalie’s.

It was customary for GR Showroom to send small gifts to their designers when contracts were signed. His office handled it, but Gianni scribbled his signature on the bottom of the form for the Godiva chocolates’ expense. Hopefully Natalie would like them.

*****

Doing business with Natalie Baker Designs proved to be profitable. A couple of weeks later, GR Fashion Showroom held its fall/winter show as planned. The lineup included fashions from aspiring designers handpicked by Gianni.

Natalie’s fashions, especially, had been a hit. After the show, Gianni spotted her drinking some champagne and chatting with her assistant. He had seen her with her husband Tanner earlier, whom he recognized from magazine photos. Gianni had intended to meet him, but the place was packed. He just hadn’t made it over yet. He would probably have the chance before they left.

Leah was in Portland for a few days visiting her family, since she hadn’t seen them over the holidays. Otherwise, she would have been there with him. He missed her. Gianni broke away from the group he was with and made his way over to congratulate Natalie.

Natalie noticed him as he approached. She wore a gray macramé dress with scalloped edges that Gianni recognized as Dolce & Gabbana. It was a good choice for the theme of the event: understated elegance. She’d accented it with lace open-fingered gloves, a nice touch.

Gianni gave her a light hug. “Good show, Natalie. You should be pleased.”

She beamed. “You think so? It was stressful.”

“Mind if I sit down?” he said.

“Of course, please do.” Natalie took a sip of her champagne, and nodded at her assistant, who was off to attend to other business. “How has the reaction been so far?”

Gianni smiled. “Good, even better than I expected.”

She laughed softly. “That makes me feel good. I was so nervous.”

He shook his head. “You shouldn’t have been. You’ve done fashion shows before.”

“Yes, but not one of yours.”

“It’s true you have some key buyers here today. In fact, there’s someone I’d like to introduce you to. You can see for yourself his reaction to your designs.” Gianni stood, and took Natalie’s gloved hand to help her up.

Gianni introduced her to several buyers, and Natalie seemed to relax about the high-profile show, laughing and sipping her champagne. The buyers were very flattering about her work. And they were placing orders. Gianni handled any business questions, and the conversation turned to stories about things that had happened at other shows. Some were pretty funny. They were all laughing.

Gianni took every opportunity to brag about Natalie’s talent, knowing it would boost her confidence, and also help to increase sales. He gave her a friendly hug and smiled at her. Suddenly, her husband appeared and Gianni thought she was about to introduce him.

“Tanner,” she said, her expression changing. Her husband pulled her away from the group.

“We have to be going,” he said, ushering Natalie away.

Gianni felt bad about her leaving so suddenly, and wondered if something was wrong. “I’ll call you later,” he said as Natalie disappeared. He couldn’t imagine what had happened. Maybe it was an emergency, though he hoped not. But Gianni thought he recognized the look in Tanner’s eyes.
Jealousy
. But of what? As he turned back to the group, the buyers immediately pulled him back into conversation, and Gianni forgot about it.