Leah's Seduction: 6 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (2 page)

Chapter 3

After breakfast, Gianni took her to the Navy Pier, a tourist hot spot with shops, eateries, a theater, and boat tours. There were even old-fashioned swings that reminded Leah of the ones she had as a young girl. The park featured a 150-foot-high Ferris wheel, and they went for a ride.

The cars were open, and it was cold. When the wind picked up, it got a bit exciting. Leah was glad she had no fear of heights. The wheel offered great city and Lake Michigan views. Wrapped in a warm coat with a scarf and knit cap, Leah still pressed against Gianni to try to get warm.

But it was worth it. Laughing and holding hands, they exited the ride to head straight for someplace warm. Sipping hot coffee, they talked about the sights from the Ferris wheel, and gradually thawed out. Not anxious to brave the cold again, they attended a midmorning classic performance at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater on the lakefront. And after the show, they had some food and beer at the pub in a cozy corner of the downstairs lobby.

Since Gianni was such an art lover, and Leah was becoming one, they visited the Smith Museum of Stained Glass after their late lunch. They walked through the illuminated halls exploring the stained glass windows largely collected from Chicago buildings. The art was displayed to best advantage in darkened rooms, allowing the panes to glow with brilliant, backlit color.

Late afternoon, they went back to Villa D’Citta to relax. Walking through the iron gates, past the weighty steel door, was like stepping into Italy. The stone building was beautiful, and the interior décor stunning. Staff greeted them like honored guests. The only trouble with going back to the suite was that it was so cozy it made it difficult to venture out again into the cold weather.

The warmth of the room was inviting, and Leah slipped off her coat. Gianni stood behind her and ran his palms along her thighs. Then he held her hips and kissed her shoulder. Pulling her hair aside, he raked his lips over the back of her neck.

“You are driving me crazy,” she said.

“That’s the intention.” Gianni wrapped his arms around her waist, and she put her arms over his. “What do you say we try out that marble tub?”

“Great idea.” Slipping off her shoes, Leah headed for the bathroom. She turned to see that Gianni had shed his coat, shirt, and shoes. The sight of his buff form, shirtless, was irresistible. She walked over to him and raked her palms over his taut skin.

Gianni grabbed her forearms, and licked the inner side of one wrist then the other. Her body flushed low and deep. Tipping her head back, Leah made a soft sound of pleasure. Pressed together as they were, she could feel that he was hard beneath his pants.

Reaching for the button, Leah opened it then pulled the zipper down. The anticipation of seeing his hard cock made her hands tremble. Letting his pants drop to the floor, she gripped the elastic of his briefs and slowly lowered them.

His swollen cock sprang free, and Leah bent to put her mouth over the head. He tasted so good. “Take your clothes off,” he said, and she stood up. Stripping off every garment, Leah was all too aware that her nipples were embarrassingly hard already.

Gianni had a devilish look. “Drop to your knees,” he said.

Leah did so, and he dug his hands into her hair. “Put my cock in your mouth, and pleasure me how you know I like it.”

The command made her sex throb. Leah wanted nothing more than to do exactly that. Remembering how Gianni liked her to rake her tongue over him and gently use her teeth, she proceeded to make him even harder than he had been.

With his cock in her mouth, Leah ran her palms over his muscled thighs. Then she reached around to grip his ass to push him closer. Sucking soft then harder, she edged him toward release then backed off.

Gianni groaned and arched his back, pressing deeper into her mouth. Leah wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and pressed her lips to the velvet skin. In a steady, ever-increasing rhythm, she stimulated him.

The scent of his male arousal intoxicated her, and Leah closed her eyes. Breathing deeply, she moved over him, knowing the effect she had. His cock pulsed against her lips, exciting her. Encouraged, she sucked harder and pressed her lips to his heat.

She was rewarded with a deep groan. Gianni stilled for a moment. Then, with his body rigid, he came powerfully. Leah let his cock pop out of her mouth, but fisted his erection fast while he peaked. Leaning close, she watched his cum spurt up onto his abdomen, letting some drip over her breasts.

By the time she was done, Leah’s breathing was ragged and her blood heated. The desire she felt for Gianni was heightened by the erotic experience of having his gorgeous cock in her mouth. It was so intimate, his climax so virile, that it made her weak.

Yet she didn’t know what Gianni had in store for her.

With her arousal high, Leah stood, expecting Gianni to give her pleasure. To release her as she had just done with him. But it was not to be. He dried them both with a towel, and started the hot water running in the tub.

He put two fingers under her chin so she had to look at him. “You pleased me,” he said, then paused. “And I have something in mind for you.”

Leah thought to ask what, but the words didn’t come. The tub filled with water, and Gianni guided her in, then followed. Dipping his shoulders below the surface, he looked at her with steely eyes. “Do you hope I’ll touch you, baby? That I will give you what you need?”

For some reason she couldn’t think of anything to say. The silence extended. There was only one answer, but Leah had a feeling Gianni would deny her. Looking across at him, and knowing how much she wanted him, the thought of his refusal was uncomfortable.

“Please,” Leah said. “I want you to. I need you…badly.” A jet stream pulsed against her under the water, only adding to her arousal.

“Later,” he said. “You will have to wait.”

Leah heard his words, but for a moment they had no meaning. Surely he wouldn’t make her suffer. Then comprehension struck her. That was exactly what he had in mind. And he had made it worse by allowing her to service him.

“But just because
you
will have to wait,” he said, “doesn’t mean I have to.” A tiny, satisfied smile crossed his lips, and Leah’s cheeks warmed. He had done it on purpose, knowing that pleasuring him excited her.

To increase her agony, Gianni soaped up a sponge and made her kneel in front of him. The moving water lapped against her sensitive tissues, making Leah crave more. Gently, he soaped her body, then rubbed his hands over her skin.

Every inch of her tingled from his touch. Gianni let his hands slide over her arms, and down her thighs. He squeezed her buttocks and ran his fingertips along her spine. “How do you feel, baby?” he said.

“You are…it’s too much.” She knew better than not to reply. Not that the spanking wouldn’t be welcome, but that it might be her undoing. If she came without permission, Leah might incur a more severe punishment. Especially in the mood Gianni was in.

He cupped her breasts and felt their weight. Then he pulled her down to him and he sucked at her nipples. Gianni took his time, savoring her tense flesh, and ignoring the discomfort brewing inside her. Flicking his tongue over each distended nipple, he looked lustfully into her eyes.

“You won’t come,” he commanded.

Her heart sank. To delay was one thing. But Gianni hadn’t said for how long. It was best if she didn’t think about it. As if to test her endurance, he cupped her sex, holding possessively.

“Do you understand?”

Leah nodded. “Yes.” She hoped she was telling the truth, because if he kept on this way she wasn’t sure she could hold out.

Washing had been an overly stimulating experience. Yet when Gianni began to rub the soap over his body, along his tight abs, and over his muscled arms, it was worse. He was so damn sexy, and, taunting her, he fisted his cock, which was already hard and ready again.

Gianni dried her with the same care that he had washed her. Leah thought if he touched her just right, she would come with little encouragement. When she was dry, he took her hand and led her to the dresser in the bedroom.

Opening the drawer, he chose a pair of panties for her. They were white satin bikinis, and more protective than her thongs. “Wear these tonight,” he said.

Leaving her to get dressed for dinner, Gianni went to the closet to choose his own attire. It would make it more difficult to stare at him, as the sexy sight would nag at her. Leah had to have restraint. She focused on getting ready.

When she had dried and styled her hair, Leah reapplied makeup. The dress she chose was light and clingy. It was very sensual because it hugged her curves, flaring out mid-thigh. The black heels went well with it, and she put on the lovely emerald necklace Gianni had given her at Christmas.

Exiting the bedroom, she found Gianni enjoying some brandy. He sat in a chair by the window, and was holding a length of rope in his hand. Leah’s heart skipped a beat. Cautiously, she walked over to him.

He handed her the glass of brandy, and Leah took a sip. “This is a crotch rope,” he said, lifting it up. “You will wear it all evening. It will stimulate you, but you will tolerate it. And you will hold back. We will have to see later, if I am in a mood to let you come.”

Leah’s legs were shaky. “Okay.”

“As always, if it is too much for you, then you know what to say.”

“Yes.”

Gianni’s eyes were emotionless. “All right then, lift your skirt.”

Quivering, Leah raised the hem of her skirt to just above her waist. Gianni tied the cotton rope around her waist, and threaded it between her legs so it pressed over her vagina. Then he guided it up the back and tied it to the rope at her waist.

She could feel the pressure on her sex, and had no delusion about what the evening would entail. Each time she moved, the rope would move. The stimulation would be continual. Looking down, Leah saw a knot in the rope positioned over her clit.

Gianni adjusted it until he was satisfied. Pressing against the knot, he said, “Do you feel that?”

Her clit tensed. “Yes.”

“Your panties will keep the rope from irritating,” Gianni said. “But I promise you they won’t stop you from feeling it as it moves between your legs all evening, and the knot plays with your clit.”

Leah swallowed, and let her dress drop to cover the rope.

Gianni stood and offered his arm. “Shall we go?”

*****

Paris Club was a bistro and bar in downtown. The upstairs was a swanky lounge called Studio Paris. Gianni ordered a bottle of Dom Pérignon, and prepared to dance. The seating area was comfortable, although small. It was a haven in the midst of the crowds.

Leah nuzzled into the soft seat, and the way she was sitting made the rope press more noticeably. She shifted, and Gianni hugged her as if he knew. Dancing was going to be a challenge, and she sipped her champagne for fortification.

During the trip, Gianni’s security had stayed in the background, and Leah had hardly been aware of them. But at the mobbed nightclub, one bodyguard hovered off to the side. Although it wasn’t likely any harm would come to them, since the club had its own bouncers that looked like they meant business.

Overhead was a glass-paned roof, and Gianni told her it was retractable. In the warmer months, the upstairs lounge was an open-air space. People were dancing in aisles around the tables, since there was no actual dance floor. After a couple of glasses of champagne, Gianni guided her out to dance.

She tried to move gingerly, but the rock music didn’t allow for it. And Gianni had his arm around her part of the time. When he swung her around, or even hugged her close, the pressure between her legs increased.

With the sensual knot over just the right spot, it was impossible to ignore. Fortunately, no one around her was aware of her dilemma. And it was so crowded anyway that it was unlikely anyone would care. The rope wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was stimulating.

They tired of dancing, and sat down to finish their champagne. In the semi-dark, Gianni slid his hand up her thigh, just under the hem of Leah’s dress. The feel of his hand on her bare skin added to her titillation. The burn, which had started deep in her core, now radiated out through her body.

With the music so loud, conversation was at a minimum. But when their glasses were empty, Gianni took her downstairs to the bistro for dinner. The greeter found a quiet booth for them, and handed them menus.

Gianni looked at Leah, his blue-gray eyes reflecting his ever-growing need. “Just knowing that rope is caressing you excites me.”

Hearing his words made Leah’s skin tingle. “Dancing nearly shattered me, right there in your arms.” Under the table, she rubbed her foot against Gianni’s. “But then, you knew that.”

He gave her a lust-filled look, and reached out to squeeze Leah’s hand. The rope pressed between her legs, and it seemed to be getting tighter. Her panties were wet, and her clit hard was as a rock. How she would endure whatever Gianni had in mind later, she wasn’t sure. For now, she just needed to make it through dinner.

Chapter 4

By the time they got back to the room, Leah was on edge. If she didn’t watch it, she was going to come whether Gianni allowed it or not. And damn the consequences. She looked away, making every effort to subdue her arousal.

He shed his coat, and helped her with hers. After putting on some music, Gianni turned to face her. “Come here,” he said.

Leah went to him, and he put his palms on her cheeks. Leaning down, Gianni kissed her deeply, his hot tongue delving into her mouth. She whimpered, kissing him back, unable to disguise her need. Digging her hands into his hair, she pressed harder into the kiss.

Pulling back, Gianni brushed her hair away from her face, then he removed the lovely emerald necklace. Reaching behind, he unzipped her dress to let it slide down her arms to the floor, then removed her bra. He nuzzled her naked breasts and gently bit her hard nipples. “So beautiful,” he said.

Gianni shed his clothes, except for his cotton briefs. He looked like an Adonis the way the light played over his sculpted body. Stepping over to her, Gianni scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Quickly he undid the crotch rope and cast it aside. Pulling down her panties, Gianni admired her bare sex. Leah was swollen with desire, and her clit was hard as a rock. Pressing his lips to the tender skin of her inner thighs, he soothed her.

Then he stood and guided her onto the cool sheets on the bed. Leah was acutely aware of how close she was. She tried to relax, but it was difficult. Standing next to the bed, Gianni lowered his briefs, letting his hard cock spring free.

She gasped. It was all just too much.

He stood next to her. “I rather like you in this state.” He touched her cheek. “I think I will deny you longer.”

Leah whimpered and turned her head to the side.

Gianni took liberties with her, raking his hands over her body. Her skin was on fire and the heat between her legs was unbearable. He raked one finger along her wet slit, and Leah trembled. Leaning over her, Gianni used his thumbs to spread her wide. Then he pressed his mouth over her clit and sucked gently.

Leah panted louder and faster, trying to forestall the inevitable. If he kept touching her, there would be no way to delay her climax. But she had to. Gianni got on the bed with her, straddling her. His cock was purple with arousal, and his eyes were glazed.

“Gianni.” Her voice was just a whisper.

He grasped her wrists and held them on the bed beside her head. Then he leaned down to kiss her, and to suck on her lower lip. Leah whimpered. Every nerve ending in her body was alive with need. Gianni used his knee to spread her thighs.

Leah hoped he would give her something. Fuck her, touch her, anything. Suspended at the precipice between pain and pleasure, release seemed like the sweetest thing she could think of. Gianni touched the tip of his cock to her sopping pussy.

She arched her back, wanting to take him deeper.

“I have not given you permission to come,” he said.

Her heart wrenched. What if he denied her
again
, and only sought his own release?

Slowly, Gianni slid his thick cock into her. Leah felt the delicious stretch, and moaned softly. Deeper and deeper, he entered her. It felt so good, dangerously good. But she had to resist imagining the climax she needed, as that would be her undoing.

Buried deep, Gianni didn’t move, but Leah could feel his heat throbbing inside her. He dragged his lips over her breasts, avoiding her nipples, and she clenched her inner muscles around his cock. She looked into his eyes, drowning in the lust she saw there.

“I could fuck you, hard. And fuck you until I am satisfied,” he said. “I could make you wait. I could watch your pain as you realize that there would be no release for you.”

Leah’s heart pounded. Their gazes locked.

“But it’s lucky for you that tonight something else would please me more.” He teased her with a soft kiss on the lips. “I want to feel you come. I want to feel you shredded underneath me.” Gianni began stroking, at first slowly, then faster. Leah was giddy with need.

Panting and stroking into her, Gianni looked as sexy as he ever had. And Leah wanted him more than she could have imagined. His cock was the focus of her world as he pounded into her. Her sex ignited with need.

“Come with me, baby,” Gianni gasped. He pounded harder, and nothing had ever felt so good.

Heat flooded her lower body, and waves of pleasure took her. Gianni’s body went rigid as he looked into her eyes. Leah cried out and shattered beneath him. The pain, the pleasure, all exploded as one. She spiraled to a high peak and burst apart.

Moaning and panting, Leah let the sensation take her, wanting all of it. Gianni came powerfully, and she clung to him as she plunged into an intense climax. Breathing hard, they clung to each other, their bodies gradually relaxing.

Gianni put his head on the bed next to hers for a minute. Then he rolled beside her and pulled Leah into his arms. Wrapping her in a strong embrace, he stilled. And for a second, Leah thought he might have dozed off.

Then, with his lips in her hair, he said, “Leah…Leah.”

She draped one leg over his thighs, hugging him to her. Leah’s body hummed with pleasure. And her heart was filled with so much love she thought she would burst. Even if she could have found the strength to speak, still she wouldn’t have.

Leah only wanted to experience the closeness for as long as it lasted. She just needed to be with Gianni, and have his arms around her. The unending desire for such intimacy blotted out all else. Being with him, having shared what they had, Leah needed no more. She had it all in that moment.

*****

Gianni was up before dawn, despite the late night he had spent with Leah. She must be tired, so he decided to let her sleep. The early morning in Chicago was just as beautiful as the sunset had been. Pulling on his leather jacket, he went out on the brick terrace and sat down to enjoy the sunrise.

The horizon turned a deep red-orange, and the outline of buildings became visible. Patiently watching, he was rewarded with the first blast of light from the sun. Not fully visible yet, it cast its radiance over the city. The blinding yellow orb blended with the orange of the morning sky, slowly overtaking the scene until daylight shone brightly.

Watching the peaceful view, Gianni thought of Leah. She stirred feelings deep within, and did so very innocently. All the while, he was guiding her into more intense experiences, but Leah was really guiding him.

He knew that, but was incapable of stopping it.

For so long it had been simple to keep women at a distance emotionally. Sex was the connection, and on its own was powerful. It satisfied Gianni, and he hadn’t reached for more. The disaster with Ava had convinced him that love would be trouble.

Although he understood how a woman could have emotions beyond her control, Gianni also knew that he had to maintain balance. For both of them. In Ava’s case, he had failed. But with Leah, he couldn’t afford to.

Once was enough, to see a woman suffer because of his mistake. Twice would be unbearable. Especially with Leah. There was something about her that was different, and like a magnet, it drew Gianni to her.

Losing her was something he didn’t want to face. He had taken extra effort to talk with her, and be sure that what they did together was agreeable. It seemed to be. So far Leah had voiced no complaint. Nor did Gianni have any.

Quite the contrary, she satisfied him more than any woman had. Even more than he expected. And there seemed to be no boundary. The more he pushed, the further Leah went, letting him have control.

Merely thinking about it stirred his arousal. Gianni saw no end in sight. He had to make it work, and to protect her. Because he didn’t want to be without her. Finding another woman with such passion and such willingness would be difficult. If it could be done at all.

Gianni had to take care of her and ensure that Leah could handle the relationship, every step of the way. Thus, he had leaned on his restraint, and progressed at a speed that was comfortable for her. Yet even on this trip it had been difficult.

Even with all they had shared, Gianni wanted more. As he had told Leah from the start: he was a greedy man. And that remained true. Her response to him, and her deep urge to let him lead her, tempted him a bit too much. He had to watch that.

For if he let his own urges, his own pleasure, come before Leah’s, he would be risking it all. It was better to consider her first. Gianni’s own satisfaction was second. And that was as it should be. Even so, he received so much from Leah in return.

How he felt when he was with her, and the strength of the connection in every scene, gave Gianni all he could ask for. Since he had been with Leah, she had gained confidence. She dressed with pride, and even argued with him sometimes.

He liked that, although he wouldn’t tell Leah. Still, Gianni was sure that she had no idea of the depth of her sexuality. She was humble, even shy at times. The trust she gave him allowed Gianni to teach her, and to guide her. But he was sure they had only touched the surface of what they could do together.

The door opened, and Gianni turned to see Leah in the early morning light. She was lovely. “Good morning, baby.”

She smiled and stepped out to the terrace, wrapping her arms around her waist. “It’s cold out here.”

He opened his arms, and Leah slid onto his lap. She wore a thick terrycloth robe and slippers. Gianni opened his coat, and she snuggled inside. He wrapped it over both of them. He buried his face in her hair, loving her scent. And kissed the top of her head.

“It has been wonderful being here with you,” Leah said. “And we still have a whole day left.”

Gianni hugged her. “I’m pleased that you are having a good time.”

Leah looked up, and he dug his hand into her hair, pulling her close for a kiss. Knowing she had very little on under the robe turned him on. Pulling back, he smiled. “We better go in. It’s cold out here. And holding you in my arms, half naked, is tempting me.”

Leah laughed. “Hmm, maybe I’ll stay out here, then.”

Gianni stood, carrying her in his arms. “Or maybe you won’t.” He loved her smile. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t give in to temptation.”

He opened the door and stepped inside, lowering Leah back onto her feet. “I think we need a good, hot shower,” he said. “Don’t you?”

Her brown eyes were a window to her desire, and made Gianni want her even more. Visions of Leah’s naked body in the steamy shower, her skin glistening with moisture, flooded his thoughts. He opened her robe and let it fall to the floor, not surprised to see she wore nothing underneath.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and watched her blush.

“So are you,” Leah said, and Gianni laughed. Scooping her into his arms, he headed for the shower with her naked body pressed against him. She kicked off her slippers on the way and nuzzled against his neck. It was going to be a good morning.