Leah's Seduction: 4 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (6 page)

Chapter 11

Kyra was modeling at a small showroom that carried only high-end fashions. The prices prohibited all but the very wealthy from owning the designs. Vadim had asked Leah to attend, and she suspected the designers being showcased were some of the ones he was interested in due to Gianni duping him.

But it was okay. Attending fashion shows was part of her job, and it would give her a chance to see her friend. Leah was even more pleased when she saw Daniela was there also. “Hello.”

Both turned to greet her. Kyra was in a long-sleeved gold lamé dress that hung to her ankles. It likely had a high price tag, more than Leah could afford in the foreseeable future. “You look great in that.”

“Don’t I?” Kyra said. “I wish I could keep this one. But no chance. I think the gold in this thing is real.”

Daniela dabbed at her forehead. “Be still a second. I have to get this right. If it’s too thick it will be weird.”

Kyra’s hair was piled up, with a few tendrils drifting down her back. “You look like you are attending a royal ball,” Leah said.

There was no response for a second, then Daniela leaned back to examine her work. “Okay, you can talk.”

“Whoever buys this dress just might be attending a royal affair. Even the feel of it on my skin says
money
.” Kyra laughed. “More than I’ll ever have.”

Daniela gave Leah a quick hug. “Good to see you. Gianni says you will be with us for Thanksgiving.”

“I plan to. It was nice of him to ask me.”

Daniela wrinkled her nose. “I wouldn’t say
nice
. He’s crazy about you.”

Leah took the opening. “Has he brought other women home to meet your family?”

“Oh, that’s what you think, huh?” Daniela shook her head. “Not so far. You are the first.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Daniela smiled. “Just hang in there. I know my brother. He has a good heart. He just has…issues.”

“I wish I knew more about them.”

“You will. He’s probably afraid of losing you.”

The frankness of Daniela’s statement was a surprise. “I thought I was the one afraid of losing him.”

Refocusing on Kyra’s makeup, Daniela took a minute to answer. “Well, I think that works both ways.”

Leah looked past Daniela to her friend, with her face tipped up toward the makeup artist. “You have to help me pack for the trip, Kyra. My closet is stuffed now, but I have no idea what to wear to meet his family,” Leah said, and her friend winked, unable to move her head or talk while lipstick was being applied.

“We’re casual,” Daniela chimed in. “Anything will be fine. Well, maybe not jeans. But it’s not formal. Be yourself. My parents will love you.”

*****

With Kyra’s input, Leah managed to dress for meeting the family. For the holiday gathering, she chose pale rose pants and a creamy silk blouse, accented with a delicate string of pearls. It was casual yet sophisticated. Plus the outfit looked good on her. All the way to the Rinaldi home, her stomach was filled with butterflies.

When Gianni pulled in front of the limestone mansion off Lexington, Leah knew she was outclassed. Somehow being with him and experiencing his lifestyle hadn’t prepared her for family wealth. “I’m underdressed.” It was all she could think of to say.

He killed the engine of the black Jaguar, another car from his collection. “No, you aren’t. You look beautiful.” Gianni had worn beige slacks and a light sweater. She supposed she was more dressed up than he was.

“You’re sure they won’t mind having me join them? It is a family holiday, you know.”

“They aren’t like that,” Gianni said. “My mom can’t quit talking about meeting you. And my dad is easy. You’ll see.”

Gianni helped her out and guided her through the iron gate to the ornate front door. When he knocked, a uniformed butler opened the door. “Good morning, Edward.” Nodding toward him, Gianni took her hand to lead her inside.

“Gianni, it’s very good to see you. And this must be Leah.” The butler beamed then bowed.

“Hello, Edward,” she said.

The inside was even more impressive. If Leah had thought she could easily get lost in Gianni’s condo, for sure she would not be able to find her way around in this sprawling home. As they walked through, she spotted fireplaces in two different rooms with fires roaring.

They found his parents in a room that seemed meant to entertain guests. The intricately patterned polished wood floors were accented with powder-blue wall panels and floor-to-ceiling drapes in the same color. There was a bar with a blue marble countertop. They rose to greet them.

Sophia Rinaldi was beautiful. Leah was unable to guess her real age, but thought she didn’t look much over fifty. She had short-cropped sandy blond hair, gray-blue eyes, and a winning smile. Dressed in fitted slacks and a cashmere sweater, his mother looked comfortable, which made Leah relax.

Gianni opened his arms to his mother, who gave him a long hug. “It’s so good to have you home.”

“Good to see you, mother.” He turned to Leah. “I’d like you to meet Leah Ivers.”

Sophia gave Leah a hug like she had known her for some time. There was no reservation in it. His mother was a friendly, outgoing woman, and Leah was glad. “Leah, welcome. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

Vico Rinaldi gave his son a bear hug, then turned to Leah. He took her hands and kissed each cheek. “Very nice to meet you.” Leah could see the family resemblance, with the sandy blond hair and the blue eyes. His father looked good for his age, and likely he was only a few years older than Sophia. And he stayed in shape. From his build, he was a runner.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Leah said, and was rewarded with a charming smile. She imagined that in his younger years Vico had no trouble with the women.

Cocktails were served by a waiter in a blue apron, and they took seats around a coffee table. Leah didn’t feel awkward. His parents made her feel comfortable, like she was part of the family. It wasn’t as bad as she had imagined.

“Gianni tells me you are in the wine-importing business,” she said to Vico.

“Yes, it’s been my life. I took over the business from my father, and it has been good to us.” He sipped his drink, and Leah took the opportunity to taste some of hers. “Jacob works with me now, and has pretty much taken over.”

As if on cue, Jacob entered the room. “Sorry, I was distracted there. That was a call I had to take.” He was handsome, with dark blue eyes, and he had black hair that gave him a dramatic look. His physique was sculpted like Gianni’s, but leaner.

Gianni rose, and they patted each other on the back. “I’d like you to meet Leah,” he said.

Jacob bowed and took her hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

His brother took a drink from the bar, and settled into a chair. Sophia and Vico chatted, while Leah leaned against Gianni, glad for his closeness.

“Is Vivienne coming?” Gianni asked.

Jacob shook his head. “She couldn’t make it.” He looked over at Leah. “She said to tell you she regrets not being able to meet you, but we will plan to get together another time.”

“I understand,” Leah said. “I’m sure I’ll get to meet her soon.”

He looked back at Gianni. “She’s with her family today, but she will be here this weekend. How long are you staying?”

“Just tonight.” Gianni squeezed Leah. “We have to get back. But say hello to Vivie for me.”

A few minutes later, Daniela arrived. It was good to have someone else there that she knew. The family hugged her, each in turn, and Leah could see she was adored by all. “What’s to drink?” she said, and stepped over to the bar to retrieve a martini. She took a big sip. “Yum.”

Then she sat on the other side of Leah, talking her ear off about the fashion show the other day, and how Kyra looked in the gold tone makeup that went with that awesome dress. Leah shared some other designs she’d seen in a showroom the week before, and they talked about makeup and clothes.

It was all so pleasant, and Leah forgot about not fitting in, especially with the opportunity to visit with Daniela. Sophia found endless things to chat about, and wasn’t pretentious, as Leah had feared. Gianni’s father was easygoing, and he bantered with his sons while the women talked. Late in the afternoon, a feast was served.

It was the traditional fare, but exceptionally well prepared. The turkey was juicy, the mashed potatoes so creamy they melted in the mouth, and the vegetables were cooked just right. During the meal, they drank Chardonnay from crystal glasses. And dessert was pumpkin pie with mounds of whipped cream, presented on white china.

“I’m stuffed,” Gianni said, pushing back from the table, and there was agreement all around.

They retired to the family room to enjoy the fire. Brandy was served, and the conversation continued. It was late by the time Gianni led her to their room. It was as grand as the rest of the home, with heavy curtains, a massive armoire, and a thick carpet in a blue and cream pattern. The bed was huge, with a padded headboard and footboard.

Leah couldn’t wait to slide in there with Gianni. She was exhausted, partly from the anticipation of meeting everyone, partly from the delicious food. Wondering how long she could keep her eyes open, she slipped off her shoes and began to undress.

Gianni stood behind her and kissed her neck. “See, I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

Leah turned to face him. “You were right. They are so nice.” She touched his cheek. “They live so close. I’m surprised you don’t see them more often.”

He shrugged. “We all have our own lives. I guess we work a lot. But it is nice to get together.” Gianni stepped over to the bed and stripped naked. The sight of his bare ass turned her on, and suddenly Leah didn’t feel so tired.

Following his lead, she slipped off all her clothes, and got under the covers to press her naked skin next to his. “Do you know what a hunk you are?” she said.

Gianni’s eyes darkened. He took her lower lip in his teeth and tugged. “You should talk. I wanted you all day.” He licked across her lips, then dipped his tongue inside.

Leah parted her lips and kissed him back. He tasted so good, and she had missed him. Stroking down his side, she let her hand drift over his belly to discover he was erect. She fisted his hot cock, wanting him as she always did.

Gianni stroked her wetness and fondled her breasts. He was taking her past the point of no return. “Should we?” she said. “This is your parents’ home.”

He grabbed her ass and squeezed. “Do you have any idea how thick these walls are? Besides, their room is on the other side of the house. They wouldn’t hear us even if we shouted.”

That was all the convincing she needed. Leah arched her back, pressing against his heat, and Gianni responded. Lovemaking was hot and sweet. His caresses took her to the edge, and Gianni held her there just long enough. When she came, Leah cried out, forgetting that his family was anywhere near.

Gianni buried deep inside her, and delayed his pleasure as long as he could. Leah clenched around him hard. His muscles turned to rock and his abs stiffened before he came inside her. The orgasm was long, and he held her tightly for minutes afterward.

Leah nuzzled her head against his neck, feeling so close. It had been a good day, and Gianni had shared with her. More than just his family, she got to see him with his guard down. He was comfortable at home, and his stern demeanor fell away. Seeing that side of him was good for her. Leah understood him better, and she was grateful that she was allowed into that part of his life.

Chapter 12

Whatever issues Gianni had were not connected to his family. He had a good relationship with them, and felt centered when he was at home. Having Leah there was so natural. She fit right in, and he was pleased they had the opportunity to meet her.

But there was something else. He was not in the habit of bringing women home to meet his parents. Leah was the exception. Gianni tried not to make too much out of it. He had wanted her to join him, so he had invited her. It was pretty straightforward.

Yet when he had seen Leah chatting with his mother, and the smile on his father’s face when they were introduced, something shifted inside. It was more, and he knew it. Daniela talked to Leah like they’d become best friends. And now Jacob wanted to get together for dinner, so she could meet Vivie.

Gianni had let things get out of control, and he didn’t know how to settle them out. His desire for Leah was fueled by the holiday visit, and when he’d taken her in the upstairs bed it had felt different, hotter. He failed to understand his own motivations.

He shouldn’t have brought her. But it was too late. The look in Leah’s eyes told him so. That part about trying…it looked like he was going to have to try harder. Gianni was in deep, and he knew it. Yet no matter how many times he determined to keep his distance, he did just the opposite.

After saying goodbye, and promising to visit soon, they headed back to the condo. Leah kept her hand on his thigh the whole time, and the contented look on her face disturbed him. Yet Gianni had no ready solution. He had invited her, and his family clearly adored her.

It was time to regain balance. Gianni was back on his own turf, and once inside the condo, he shifted gears. “Go and shower,” he said. “I’m taking you out.”

Leah draped her coat over the chair. “You could shower with me,” she said with a gleam in her eye.

Commanding, back in control, Gianni walked over to her. He put two fingers under her chin, and Leah’s eyes met his. “I dare not.” Her eyes grew larger at his terse confession. “The taste of you I had last night only whetted my appetite for more.” She licked her lower lip. “
A lot
more.”

He released her and took a step back, lest he follow the urge heating his loins. “Dress in the pale blue cocktail dress…the one with the sequins.” She waited. “And…don’t wear any panties.”

*****

Leah did as he asked. Warmth radiated through her in anticipation of what was to come. She let the hot water beat down on her shoulders. The instant they had entered the condo, the idyllic family scene had been replaced with the heated atmosphere she was used to. Gianni was intense and unpredictable.

She didn’t know what he had in mind. But he was prepping her for something. Once dry, Leah did her makeup with deep tones, better for being in the dim light of a club or restaurant. She dried her hair and piled it on top of her head, in a style Kyra had taught her. She went to the closet for the dress.

Slipping it on, Leah was pleased that it fit her snugly. It was that kind of dress, meant for special occasions. The plunging V neckline showed just enough cleavage, and the lace details, accented with sequins, gave it class. The stilettos she chose went with it perfectly.

A last glance at her reflection assured her that Gianni would be pleased. He had helped her pick out the dress on a shopping excursion. The sequins glittered, and the silk lining of the dress caressed her skin. Leah felt naughty with no underwear, but knew she couldn’t get away with disobeying.

As she walked to the bedroom door, Leah was already hot. The feel of the sensual dress made her nipples hard. They poked against the dress, and she hoped the lace intertwined with the sparkly gems would ensure they weren’t visible.

Gianni was in a comfortable chair, gazing out the window, lost in thought. He turned when she entered, and his expression told her that he was pleased. “Come here, baby.”

She crossed the room and stood in front of him. The deep blue of Gianni’s eyes revealed the lust the sight of her had stirred in him. He put his hands on her waist, making her skin tingle. “You’re gorgeous.”

His jaw tightened, and his palms slid over her hips. “Now, let me see that sweet pussy of yours.” Gianni lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it up, exposing her to view. “You did as I asked,” he said, then leaned in and kissed her bare sex.

Leah’s clit tensed, and it would have been fine with her if Gianni had licked and teased her until she came. Yet she knew he wouldn’t make it that easy. Gianni dropped her dress and reached into his pocket, while she watched.

Opening his hand, he showed her three golden balls about the size of marbles, linked together on a string. Leah was puzzled. “These are Ben Wa balls,” he said. “They are for your pleasure.” He rocked his hand, and she heard a faint clink.

Gianni’s eyes blazed into her. “They have a weight inside that causes them to shift around. I’ll show you.” He lifted her skirt up again, and guided her to bend over. Leah grasped the chair for support.

He picked up a small tube of lubricant from beside his chair, and put some on the balls. Then he felt her sex. “You’re already wet. I like that.” Gianni inserted the linked balls into her vagina, and she felt the stimulation right away.

Leah stood and smoothed out her dress, noticing that her movements caused the balls to shift. “They feel…exciting.”

“They should. They are not meant to take you to orgasm, but to tease.” He ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh. “The balls are on a silk thread, which can be tugged in order to remove them.”

The way he touched her made Leah crazy. Between his deep voice, his hot fingers on her skin, and the balls caressing her from the inside, she could have easily exploded. “How long do I leave them in?”

Gianni’s lips thinned into a smile. “Quite a while, I think. As I want you to be so turned on, you’ll be begging me by the time we get back.”

“I’m about ready to beg now.”

He stood and put his palm on her cheek. “It’s only the beginning.” Gianni touched his soft lips to hers, but only lightly. It was as though everything was meant to taunt her. And it was working.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Gianni tipped her head back and slowly kissed along her neck, then under her jaw. Releasing her, he stepped back. “You take some time to get used to the feel of those balls while I go shower.” He hesitated. “And you are not to touch yourself.”

The thought had occurred to her.

His tone was sharp. “Do you understand?”

Leah nodded. “Yes.”

Gianni disappeared into the master suite, and Leah walked along the wall of windows, gazing at the scenery below. With every step the tantalizing balls shifted, her arousal growing. It was going to be a long night.

*****

The sleek leather-and-steel lounge of Le Bernardin was sophisticated, yet inviting. When Leah slipped into the leather chair, the golden balls moved around. She made an effort not to let her expression reflect the decadence that was happening inside her.

Gianni sat across from her in a richly woven charcoal suit with a sky-blue tie that enhanced the color of his eyes. His broad shoulders filled out the jacket just so, and the cream shirt stretched across his chest, making Leah want to feel his warm skin underneath it.

His sandy blond hair, though groomed, was just unruly enough to be sexy. The healthy look to his skin was more than just lifestyle. Leah knew his arousal stirred, as hers did. He didn’t mention the balls that discreetly massaged her, but Gianni knew they were there. And
she
knew that
he
knew.

It was an enthralling game, trying to act normally while watching Gianni’s reactions. The sparkle in his eyes, a subtle smile, or an alluring touch of her arm were all clear messages. He was enjoying teasing, and showed no inclination to give her a reprieve.

In no hurry, Gianni ordered oysters with shot glasses of carrot-ginger soup to go with their champagne cocktails. The innovative drinks were made from Roederer Champagne combined with lemongrass, black pepper, St. Germain liqueur, and lemon. It was the perfect match for the oysters.

Gianni was relaxed, even if she wasn’t. He talked about where he had traveled, entertaining her with stories of things that had happened, and giving highlights of different cultures. Leah was interested in the variety of cuisines he had experienced, and the places he had seen.

Seemingly ignoring the escalating stimulation that Leah was all too aware of, Gianni deftly guided her into a sort of dizzying state of arousal. The more he talked, and the more she tried to focus on what he was saying, the more the rolling balls seemed to tease her.

Leah was glad when they were shown to the dining room, hoping that a change of scene may give her some relief. Taking up one whole wall was an enormous painting of a stormy sea, looming over the room.

The tone was hushed, and the tables were at a respectable distance from each other. Leah followed the server across the carpeted floor to the table. She glanced around, admiring the accents of teak, curving along the walls, and the steel, twisting up high in strips. Along another wall were wavy blades of aluminum rippling from the ceiling to the top of the leather seating underneath them.

Leah had heard the executive chef, known for his seafood, had been with the restaurant for over fifteen years. Thinking of tasting the gourmet cuisine made her mouth water. As the server pulled out her chair, Leah was acutely aware of being pantiless. Gianni took the seat next to her at the round, linen-covered table.

Leah slipped off her stilettos and rubbed her feet over the carpet under the table as a way of grounding herself. It helped a little, but the movement made her muscles clench around the golden balls, escalating the sensation.

Studying the wine list, Gianni took no notice. Leah tried to read him, wondering where this was leading. Their table was off from the rest, and for a fleeting second, she wished he intended for her to climax in public.

But she had a feeling Gianni wouldn’t let it be quick. His intent was clearly to take her as far he could. The question Leah was unable to answer was whether he would let her come at all. He was unnervingly calm, and he just might let her suffer.

Under the table, she stroked his ankle with her toes. Gianni rubbed his thumb over her wrist, but did not look up from his menu. When the sommelier came over, Gianni bantered with him about several possible wines, finally settling on a bottle of French Sauvignon blanc.

Bite-sized hors d’oeuvres with a small cylinder of goat cheese were served with artisanal bread. And the waiter returned to pour the wine. Leah took a sliver of cheese for her bread, attempting to focus on the food, but failing.

Her thoughts were sexual, and Leah couldn’t look up at Gianni without wanting to rip his clothes off and shatter his composure. It didn’t help that he glanced over as she nibbled her bread, his eyes grazing over her lips.

When Leah feared she could take no more, Gianni put his hand on her lap. While taking a sip of wine, he pushed up the hem of her dress and slid his palm along her inner thigh. The motion was hidden by the tablecloth hanging several inches down from the table.

But Leah couldn’t hide her reaction. A quiet whimper escaped her lips. Gianni leaned over and kissed her temple, and sensation shot through her. Would he reach farther under her dress? Would he touch her? She prayed he would.