Leah's Seduction: 6 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (5 page)

Chapter 9

They entered the condo, but Gianni didn’t bother to turn on any lights. The windows were illuminated by the sparkle of the city below. He walked over to look out; it was calming. He needed to maintain control.

Leah stood beside him. Without looking at her, Gianni said, “Go to the playroom and wait for me. Take off the shoes and the necklace, but leave your dress on.” The sharpness of his voice set the tone. It would be so easy to give in to his feeling for her, and to weaken. But that was not what she needed.

He stood alone gazing out the window, imagining Leah waiting for him. Seeing in his mind what she would look like, how she would feel. She would be anxious, not knowing what he would do. How would he punish her? Would it test her limits? Could she endure it?

Gianni knew that the thought of submission would arouse her. She would be ready for him. Wanting and needy. And that was how he needed her to be. Taking his time, he shed his jacket and kicked off his shoes.

He would let her wait. Gianni would tend to her when he was ready, and not before. He went to the bar and poured two fingers of scotch. He took off his shirt and tie, then settled into a chair. Leah would be wet, her nipples hard, before he even entered the room.

He knew that about her. The thrill excited her. And just that little bit of fear made it better. Gianni looked forward to entering the playroom. To seeing her quiver when he looked at her. To see her on her knees before him, giving him the gift of her submission.

Gianni drank the scotch in two gulps. He stood and unbuttoned his slacks, letting them drop to the floor. Under his tight briefs, his cock bulged and ached. But he would wait. First he had a naughty girl to admonish, to let her know to obey him.

After walking down the hall, Gianni stood for a moment in front of the door. He could feel the emotion radiating from the room, and knew Leah could sense him there. Grasping the knob, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Leah was on her knees on a thick rug. The red dress draped over the floor around her, and her long hair hung past her shoulders, partially covering her face. She looked down at her thighs, and he could see her chest moving with steady breathing.

In bare feet, he walked across the polished wood floor and stood over her. Gianni didn’t say anything. He only looked. Leah’s back was straight, but her head tipped forward. She kept her eyes cast down. “You may stand.”

Gianni reached for her hand to help her up. Then he put two fingers under her chin, so Leah had to look into his eyes. “When I asked you to take off your panties in the restaurant, did you hesitate?”

“Yes,” she said, trembling slightly.

“And when I asked you to play with yourself for my pleasure, did you question me?”

“Yes,” she said, glancing away.

“Look at me,” Gianni said. She looked into his eyes. “That’s better,” he said. “I’m going to spank you.” He saw her flinch. “But despite your hesitation to obeying, this will be more pleasurable than painful.” Their gazes locked. “Come with me,” he said.

Gianni took her over to an apparatus that looked much like a sawhorse. It was wooden and folded in half, but the center was padded. Leah’s eyes widened. “The spanking bench,” she said.

“Did I say you could speak?” he said, harshly.

She shook her head.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he said. “I have a feeling this punishment is going to be harsher than I anticipated.”

“No, you didn’t,” Leah said. “You didn’t say I could speak.”

“That’s better.” He nodded toward the bench. “Bend over it,” he said.

Leah got in front of the bench and bent across the padded area. It supported her torso and head, but was sloped down so her ass was higher. Two wooden legs supported the upper part, and her arms hung down beside them.

Gianni kneeled by the bench and opened the cuffs at the bottom of the legs. He secured each wrist. Then he went behind her. The other half of the apparatus had two wooden legs also. “Spread your legs,” he said.

Leah’s ankles were near the base of each of the legs. He cuffed them so they were held wide, matching the V of the apparatus. Gianni stood back to look. Her hands were secured, and her head was slightly down. Not so much that blood would rush to her head, but just enough.

Her legs were spread wide, with her ankles cuffed to keep them there. Gianni stepped over to her, and moved her long hair to the side so he could see her face. She looked up at him, but he showed no sign of mercy.

Seeing Leah in such a position made heat boil in his veins. With her head down and her ass up, she was his. His to punish. His to pleasure. He went to the cupboard and chose a paddle. This one was round and had rubber padding. It would center the impact, and create a new sensation for her.

Gianni stroked Leah’s cheek with the back of his fingers. She was already breathing heavily. He grasped the hem of her red dress and lifted it up to expose her bare buttocks. He draped the skirt over her, leaving her bare from the waist down.

Her firm ass looked so delectable. It enticed him. And Leah looked so sexy, restrained as she was. Her legs were secured, spread wide for him. With the dress lifted up like that, she seemed more naked than she would have completely bare. He smoothed his palm over her soft skin. She was warm. That was good.

Dipping two fingers between her legs, Gianni felt her wet slit. “You are so wet, baby.” Leah didn’t say anything. He knew she wanted this. Her sopping pussy was evidence of that. He stroked over her sensitive tissues, liking the feel of her, and wanting more.

That would be later.

Again, Gianni ran his hand over her ass, preparing her. “I’m going to spank you hard enough to make your butt red,” he said. “If you think you were embarrassed at dinner, we shall see how you feel when I paddle you.”

Leah’s panting had sped up, and he could see the glassiness in her eyes. Gianni whacked her buttock with the paddle. It made a sharp sound that filled the room. She gasped. He paddled her again and again. Each time in a different spot.

He kept the strength of the blows consistent. Not too hard, but sharp enough for her to feel it. Her lovely skin turned pink where he smacked her, and Leah whimpered softly. Gianni was so stiff inside his briefs he nearly lost restraint.

But it wasn’t enough yet. He knew that. Gianni stopped for a moment, relishing the sight of her bare ass, pushed high for him to spank, with Leah fully restrained. “If I ask you to do something,” he said, “from now on, you will do it without hesitation.” He looked at her, and Leah’s eyes met his. “Won’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He whacked her with the paddle, a little softer this time, knowing that the vibration would pound through her sex. He spanked her several more times with controlled strokes. Gianni didn’t doubt that Leah would be able to come just from the spanking, and decided to test her.

“I am going to ask you to do something now,” he said, and Leah breathed harder. “Your ass is red. It must sting.”

“Yes.”

“You like spanking, don’t you?”

Leah didn’t hesitate. She was learning. “I like it.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Gianni spoke sternly. “I am not done spanking you.” He paused. “It would please me for you to come during the punishment. To show me how much you like it.”

Leah moaned softly.

Gianni lifted the paddle, and Leah groaned in anticipation. He smacked her tender skin, making it sting. Not too hard, just enough to shoot sensation into her and make her ass burn.
Whap, whap
, he spanked, and her buttocks moved sensually with every impact. And with her legs wide apart, her swollen pussy was in clear view.

He didn’t stop, but kept a steady rhythm. Gianni watched Leah’s face, and saw it flush. He knew that her binding would make the climax strong. Without being able to move, she wouldn’t be able to lessen its effect.

Gianni spanked, and Leah cried out. But not from pain. Her body shuddered and her back stiffened as she was taken by a powerful orgasm. The sting to her ass didn’t stop; Gianni spanked until she quieted and closed her eyes.

Then Gianni dropped the paddle and bent over Leah. He pressed his lips to her bare ass, feeling the heat of her skin. Then he leaned up to kiss her temple and her cheek. Kneeling, he released her wrists and ankles from the cuffs, and helped her to stand.

Reaching behind, Gianni undid her zipper and let the dress slide to the floor. He held her in his arms until she could catch her breath. Leah nuzzled against his chest. When she looked up, he kissed her long and deeply. Then he took her hand to guide her over to the full-length mirror.

It was a three-sided mirror, and Gianni turned her to the side so she could see. Leah gazed into the mirror. Her ass was bright red, and looked so damn sexy. She looked up at Gianni, and he scooped her into his arms. Leah touched his cheek.

Carrying her over to a cupboard, Gianni got a jar of salve from the drawer. Tenderly, he smoothed some over her aggravated tissues. It would be red for a bit, but the discomfort should go away quickly. He had hit hard enough to make the blood rush to the surface. But there would be no permanent marks.

Feeling constricted, Gianni yanked off his briefs, freeing his erection. He fisted it, seeking some relief. Seeing Leah in such a state was nearly more than he could handle. Yet knowing that the sensation was enough to make her come had deeply aroused him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Are you okay, baby?”

Leah reached up to kiss him. “Yes, I’m okay.” She grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed. “Except I want more. A lot more.” His shaft throbbed, and heat flooded his lower body.

Gianni lifted her high, and Leah wrapped her legs around his waist. He guided his knob to her wet opening, and with one slow slide, buried his cock in her. Leah’s heat stretched around him, and she emitted a soft cry.

With her arms around his neck and his hands under her thighs, Gianni stroked her over his shaft. The pressure built quickly, and he could have climaxed. But he was enjoying being inside her too much. He moved a little slower, feeling Leah’s nipples graze his chest with the motion.

She clenched around him, and Gianni held her still. With his arms under her ass, he let her velvet pussy wrap around his cock, but didn’t dare to move. Any movement would have been enough to set him off. Leah looked into his eyes, and it was as though he could see to her soul.

The emotion was raw and needy. There was no pretense. Nothing held back. Only pure desire. Then her muscles pulsed twice. Gianni groaned and began moving again. Leah whined with pleasure and started coming over his cock, just as he exploded.

His body turned to steel, and Gianni let the feeling take him. The sound of Leah’s cry, and her pulsing over him, spiraled his sensation higher. He rocked up on his heels, pushing into her as hard as he could. And then she slumped in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Gianni pumped into her softly, releasing the last of his cum. Then he let her slide down his body to her feet. With his hand on the back of her head, he pressed her to his chest. They stood like that for a moment, but his legs were rubbery.

With his arm around her, Gianni guided her out of the intimate room and down the hall to bed. Settling her next to him, he pulled the covers over them. With her back to his chest and her head under his chin, Gianni held her quietly.

He wanted to say something, to express how he felt. But he didn’t know the right words. And he didn’t want to mess it up. In the dark of the room, Leah spoke instead, her voice soft and sensual. “I love you, Gianni.” In response, he held her tighter, unnerved by the sentiment. Yet deeply moved.

Chapter 10

The next morning, Leah watched Gianni sleeping peacefully. His hair was messy, which was adorable. He looked like a teenager in his slumber. The intensity he exhibited so often was gone, replaced by a calm repose. She was sure she had something to do with that.

Leah rested her head on one arm, not taking her eyes off the man she loved so much. The morning sun lit the window, brightening the room. It was so cozy there with Gianni. She snuggled down into the covers and reflected on the night they had spent together.

Her skin tingled from the burn Gianni had given her, but it felt nice. She put her hand on her bare ass, thinking of the spanking. The way he did it. The spanking bench. All of it was so good. Leah had wanted it, though she had been shy to admit it.

But he knew. He always seemed to know.

Leah slid her hand across the sheet and placed her palm on Gianni’s chest. He stirred but did not awaken. She felt his heart beating, and the warmth of his skin. Scooting closer, she could smell his masculine scent, and feel the heat radiating from his body.

Unable to resist, she let her hand glide gently down his hard abs. Leah rested it there for a moment, feeling so lucky to be with Gianni. Knowing her desire for him would not die, but only grow with time. It was an exciting prospect, and hope increased that her relationship with him would last.

With the way he treated her and the closeness Leah felt with him, it just had to be true. Nothing else made sense. Nor could she face going on without him. He had become a part of her life, and any future Leah saw included Gianni.

He was such a hunk, as she had told him many times. The sheet had fallen away from his upper body, and Leah admired the curve of his shoulder, the pump of his bicep. She could get lost in him.

Leah bravely reached lower, and realized he was erect. Without thinking, she wrapped her hand around him, loving the velvet skin over his hardness. Her clit tensed, and she knew she was wet. Slowly she stroked his cock, mesmerized by Gianni’s masculinity.

He opened his eyes, but didn’t move. Leah continued to stroke.

Looking at him, seeing the lust building in his beautiful eyes, Leah got bolder. She squeezed a little harder, and took her pleasure with Gianni. She saw his bicep flex the instant before he pulled her on top of him.

He kissed her sweetly, and Leah felt his heat press against her belly. She straddled him, and Gianni slid his thick cock into her. Lowering herself over him, Leah moaned. He felt so damn good. She moved over him, feeling the tension inside her grow.

Gianni breathed heavily, and reached up to finger her hard nipples. It was too much, just so tantalizing. In the warmth of the bed with the sun softly lighting the window, Leah gazed at him. His blue-gray eyes pierced into her, and she melted.

He rocked up into her, matching her motions. And her breasts bounced lightly as she moved. Gianni pinched her nipples, and she whimpered. Then his cock swelled inside her. She could feel it, and knew Gianni was close.

Gianni groaned with pleasure, and Leah came apart on top of him. Her clit tightened and her nipples ached, molten head flooding her sex. She cried out as she exploded into climax, feeling Gianni unload into her at the same time.

They stroked together to the peak, then Leah collapsed onto his chest. He ran his fingertips along her spine and kissed the top of her head. Gianni’s strength underneath her made Leah feel so secure. So cared for. She lifted her head to find him smiling at her.

“Good morning, baby.”

Leah kissed him and rolled beside him. “I guess I woke you up.”

“You can wake me up anytime,” he said.

And that was the start of a relaxed day together. They took their time getting out of bed, then showered and went to the kitchen for coffee. Gianni had no particular plans, so they lazed about the condo and had breakfast when they got around to it.

Life with Gianni was exciting. He frequently travelled to international destinations, or to romantic places, some not that far from New York. Being with him had changed Leah’s routine. The new normal was to expect anything. And to go anywhere with short notice.

She rather liked it, and considered that her life before meeting him had lacked a certain luster. Yet for all the upscale restaurants and dazzling cities, it was special just to hang around the condo with him.

A leisurely morning with nothing pressing was as delightful as any new adventure he could take her on. The luxury of being near him, hugging him when she wanted, and enjoying the simple things was enough for Leah.

She didn’t think his billionaire lifestyle was going to change anytime soon. And Leah enjoyed that too. But she would gladly give all that up just to have Gianni beside her. Enjoying scrambled eggs and looking out at the city, she decided that she had not been happier.

Later, Gianni decided to take her for a drive. He took his silver Jaguar, and, nestled into the soft black leather seat, Leah sat back to enjoy the ride. From New York, he took the upper level of the George Washington Bridge to the Palisades Parkway.

Northbound, he took the scenic drive from the bridge to Bear Mountain. It was a relaxed drive in a lovely scenic setting, with spectacular views of the Hudson River. The drive was calming, and Leah was lost in the scenery. She kept her hand on Gianni’s thigh most of the way.

On the way back, Gianni pulled off in Upper Manhattan, and stopped to eat at a place that had authentic Italian food. Once they were seated, Leah asked, “Where was your family from originally?”

Gianni took his seat and accepted the menu the waiter handed him. “Verona, but that was many generations back. I don’t have any relatives there anymore. My grandfather came to New York, and got into the wine importing. Then my father took over Rinaldi Imports, and now Jacob runs it, as you know.”

“Verona,” Leah said. “Isn’t that the city where Romeo and Juliet lived?”

“Yes, it is.”

Still curious, Leah asked, “What is a dish that would be popular in Verona?”

“My mother still makes it sometimes,” Gianni said. “It’s a thick porridge made with corn flour. It’s called polenta. You see it here too, but it is one of the dishes of Northern Italy that is popular in Verona. It is eaten hot with salami or other cured meat, and cheese.”

“Sounds good. I’ll have to twist your mom’s arm to make it for me sometime, the authentic way.”

Gianni smiled. “I don’t think you will have to twist too hard.”

Finally, Leah scanned her menu. “They have polenta with meat sauce here. I think I’ll try it, and see how they prepare it.”

“I’ll have the pasta in lamb ragu.” Gianni set his menu aside and scanned the wine list. “There is a Chianti Classico that looks pretty good. It’s a Rinaldi Import. Would you like to try it?”

“Yes, that sounds good.”

The restaurant had brick walls and wood-framed windows. Leah could imagine being in Italy. It was warm and cozy. The few customers at other tables laughed and chatted. And the waiters were friendly. The wine arrived quickly, and the server poured for them.

“Now,” Leah said, “you have to tell me what you had on your mind at the River Café.”

Gianni sipped his wine and smiled.

“You said you would tell me when you were ready.”

“And you are hoping that is now?”

“Exactly.” Leah lifted her glass. “Unless your eyes were gleaming about the spanking you were going to give me.” She smiled. “But you didn’t know then that I would need punishment.”

Gianni’s eyes sparkled. “No, you’re right. I didn’t.”

Leah sipped her wine, feigning disinterest, knowing that if she pressed he would be less inclined to tell her.

After two more sips of wine, Gianni put his glass down and reached for the bread. “You don’t have to look for a job anymore.”

She raised her brows. “You know something I don’t?”

“You could say that.” Gianni smiled. “My new Chicago division needs someone in charge of marketing. And you are perfect.”

Leah was shocked, both by the offer and the fact that Gianni thought that she would work for him. “Oh, no.” She shook her head. “That wouldn’t work. I can’t believe you’d consider it.”

Gianni looked surprised. “Why not?”

“How can you ask that?” Leah said. “Surely you can see why.”

He shook his head. “No, I really don’t.”

“What about my career, my independence? Everything I’ve worked so hard for?” Leah was distressed. “You would control my business life as well as my personal life. I can’t do that.”

Gianni raised his palm to stop her. “Wait, wait. I think you are seeing it all wrong.”

“Well, tell me, then.” Leah took a big gulp of wine.

“First of all, the marketing can be handled from New York. You can coordinate with the on-site factory manager as you need to, but really the marketing is a separate activity. You’d have a manager to oversee the manufacturing, and take care of deadlines.” Gianni paused, and she didn’t say anything.

“I saw the work you did for Barrington,” he said. “Not that he deserved it. But the strategies were solid, and I saw how you put your heart into it.

“So you want me to be your marketing coordinator for Chicago?”

“Marketing manager.”

“You want me to be the
manager
?”

“Yes, that is what I’m saying. You have the qualifications. Any showroom would be lucky to get you.”

“Then why haven’t they snapped me up?”

“Because it’s tight right now. Job openings are scarce,” he said. “But the new division I opened has jobs to fill. And I want the marketing manager to be you.”

Leah was still annoyed, even though she should have been flattered. “Do you always get what you want?”

“Usually.”

“That doesn’t do it for me,” Leah said. “I would be under your thumb, and I’d never feel like I had my own career. Likely you’d get sick of that, and I’m not sure I could do it at all.”

“You make it sound like an insult, and it’s not.” Gianni looked a bit annoyed. “Listen, Barrington didn’t value you. With this new position you will have the recognition you deserve. And you
do
deserve it. I am not giving you this position out of charity.”

Leah thought that was true. Gianni was a sharp businessman. If he was going to give her a job just to get her off the streets, it certainly wouldn’t be marketing manager for the Chicago division. “I don’t know about you being my boss.”

Gianni nodded. “I get that. But it all depends on how we set it up.”

“And how would you set it up?”

“My concept is that you have complete autonomy in your function over the marketing of the fast-fashion division. Of course, we will coordinate. But that is different than having me tell you what to do.” Gianni looked intent. “I don’t need to tell you. I have confidence in your ability and your decision making.”

Leah worried that she would be giving up too much freedom, but it was looking like the best choice. It wasn’t like company owners were lining up to hire her. She had saved some money, but that was running out. The job market was tight, and she might be foolhardy to pass up such an opportunity.

Gianni seemed to know he was winning the argument. He leaned back in his chair. “Plus,” he said, “being able to note on your résumé that you ran the marketing division for fast fashion at GR will look good. Although I’m counting on you doing well with my company, and I don’t anticipate you sending out more résumés.”

“I can’t argue that it does have advantages.” Leah decided to take the conversation a step further. “What is the salary?”

Gianni grinned like he had just scored the final point in a big game. “Let’s just say it bears little relation to what you earned at Barrington. The employment contract and the salary with benefits are detailed in documents at my office.” He looked at her unflinchingly. “I have complete confidence you will find the terms favorable.”

Leah didn’t have to think about it too long. It was just one of those deals that was too good to pass up. “Okay, but there is one more thing I want.”

“Name it.”

“Recently I’ve gotten to know Aida. She has many untapped talents, and was underutilized at Barrington.”

“Seemed to be a pattern of his.”

“Yes, well, she can’t work for them anymore,” Leah said. “And I will need an assistant. So I propose that as my first action as your new fast-fashion marketing manager, that I hire Aida. With a raise in pay, of course.”

Gianni raised his wine glass, and Leah raised hers. They clinked them together. “Done,” Gianni said.