Authors: Emily Jane Trent
That night, Roselyn cooked dinner for them. Gianni said he wanted privacy. That he needed to talk with Leah about all that was happening, and to let her know what to expect. While the cook prepared the trout almondine, they shared a bottle of Pinot Noir from Burgundy.
Leah dressed casually, since it was to be an evening to relax in front of the fireplace and talk. They sat on the overstuffed sofa and gazed into the fire. The windows along the wall reflected the flicker of the flames. The overhead lighting was dimmed.
Gianni took off his shoes and put his feet up on the table. Leah followed his lead, and slipped off her pumps to dig her toes into the thick carpet. “I like this wine,” she said, looking over at him.
There was no response. Gianni was lost in thought. She took another sip of wine, and waited. He put his arm around her shoulders, but hadn’t noticed she’d spoken. Leah placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed. “How did the meeting go?”
That got his attention. Gianni turned to look at her, but Leah was unable to read his expression. He didn’t seem upset. Worried, she guessed. He took a sip of wine before answering her. Gianni held his glass up to examine the color, but she knew he wasn’t thinking about that at all.
“I’m not sure how to protect you,” he said.
Gianni put his glass on the table and turned to face her. “Ava will publically smear my reputation. She resents the fact that she cannot have me. And will do all she can to destroy me.” He looked into the distance, as if picturing her. “I know her that well. And today I saw it in her eyes.”
Leah fingered her glass. “I had hoped something good would come from the meeting.”
His single laugh told her that hadn’t been the case. “It was strange being there, seeing her.”
Leah tried to imagine Gianni with Ava. “I’m sure it was.”
“This is a woman I knew.
.” He shook his head.
Leah cringed at the use of the word, but tried not to let her reaction show. “What’s she like?”
“She’s changed,” Gianni said. “Ava is not the woman I knew.”
Leah looked at him intently. “In what way?”
“If I had met her today, for the first time, I would not have chosen her as my submissive. She was haughty and manipulative. Yet, when we were together, she was
, I guess. At least in the beginning. Or so it seemed.”
“Do you know what changed?”
“Now that I think of it, Ava was always sad, in a way.” Gianni studied the fire as it crackled and sparked. “She didn’t talk to me about her past, and I didn’t press. At first, the relationship satisfied both of us. For me, the relationship was sexually convenient.”
Leah held back from saying that
was the same. Because she wasn’t sure that was true anymore. “Daniela said that you never took Ava to meet your family.”
“No, I didn’t.” Gianni touched her cheek. “You are the only woman I’ve introduced.”
Leah ran her hand down Gianni’s muscled arm. She knew this was difficult for him. “So what worries you?”
Gianni looked thoughtful. “Ava’s claims are something I hadn’t predicted. This situation with her has come unexpectedly. But she will say that I injured her, emotionally, maybe physically.”
“But that is a lie.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t make it any less controversial.” Gianni sighed. “Once she starts talking about my sex life, and discussing the dominant/submissive relationship, it will raise eyebrows.”
“Do you care about that?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t. I’m not running a popularity contest. And I don’t think my fashions will stop selling because my lifestyle doesn’t fit the norm.”
“Ava will talk about pain, and how it is involved in sex play. I think she will make it look like I craved giving pain, instead of admitting that she begged for it and I refused to indulge her. The public will believe Ava, because they want to.”
“She will get sympathy, because she is a woman. But she can’t prove anything.”
“No, she can’t.” Gianni reached for his wine and took a big gulp. “But she won’t have to.”
Leah furrowed her brow.
“All she has to do is
. It will hit the media like a wildfire. And there won’t be anything I can do to stop it. Denying it will only make it worse.”
“Yes, it’s expected that you’d deny it.” Leah shook her head. “It’s not fair. Just because she can no longer be your submissive gives her no right to drag you through the mud.”
“It’s more than that.” Gianni held her hand, then hesitated. “At the meeting, Ava said she still loves me.”
Leah was appalled. “Oh, God.”
“Yes, that’s what she said.” He pressed Leah’s knuckles to his cheek. “It’s not just the sex she wants. Ava wants me. She wants me to leave you.”
Leah’s heart fell. He wouldn’t go back to Ava, would he?
“She would drop everything if I agree to take her back,” Gianni said.
Her voice quavered. “You aren’t considering that, are you?”
Gianni looked into her eyes. “To save you, I would consider just about anything.”
“No, Gianni, you can’t. It’s not worth it.”
He pulled her into his arms. “I couldn’t leave you, baby. It’s just not an option. And I won’t allow Ava to manipulate me, or interfere with our relationship.”
Relief washed through Leah.
“You shouldn’t have to go through this at all. I’m just looking for a way to free you of it.”
“If you are involved, then I am.” Leah pulled back to look at him. “I’ll be by your side no matter what happens.”
Gianni gave her a tiny smile, but no joy flickered in his eyes. “I think that’s the only choice. Going back to Ava is not a solution. I don’t want to be with her. Even if she dropped the lawsuit, it would just be something else later.”
“Exactly. You can’t sacrifice for me. I won’t let you.”
Gianni stood and paced in front of the fire. “The fact is that even though her claim has no merit, she can still do damage. Ava has serious emotional issues. She seemed a bit drugged up today. She’s a wild card.”
“What can we do?”
“I’m not sure. In her state of mind, a lawsuit might be the easiest thing to avert. The publicity is how she will do the most damage. And God knows, she could decide to give interviews, or even write a book, tell the world her story. Or many other things.”
“She will have to see that she cannot win. Once she knows she can’t get you back, Ava will give up.”
“That may take a while,” Gianni said. “And while she has things stirred up, everything she says about me reflects on you.”
That thought had occurred to Leah. “I’m not going to run from her.”
“What about your family? What happens when they read in a magazine that their daughter likes kinky sex, and is seeing a man with a reputation for abusing women?”
Leah’s pulse sped up. “My family…I hadn’t thought of that.” She rubbed her neck.
will make me seem like a monster.” Gianni sat by her on the sofa. “It would be an embarrassment to you and your family.”
Leah shook her head. “No, no. It will be okay. My family knows me. I’ll visit them. I’ll talk to my parents. I’ll explain before they find out from some other source.”
Gianni pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest. She sensed his emotion, and waited for him to say something. He stroked along her spine. “You mean a lot to me. I wish you didn’t have to go through this.” He released her, and Leah looked into his eyes. “This could rip us apart,” Gianni said.
Leah touched his lips to silence him. “No. It won’t. I won’t let it.”
Dinner was served, and the discussion about Ava ended. Gianni seemed intent on diverting her attention, and enjoying the evening together. That didn’t take much, considering how he looked in the polo shirt that stretched over his bulky muscles, and the jeans he wore that hugged his sculpted thighs.
The issues they’d talked about were hard to face. But Leah had no intention of allowing it to ruin her time with Gianni. He was too important to her. And she had to be strong for him. She couldn’t allow him to think that she was adversely affected by what he had shared with her.
They sat at the formal dining table, and Roselyn served the trout. It was crusted with herbs and sprinkled with toasted almonds. It smelled amazing. It was paired with delicate spears of asparagus seasoned with grated parmesan and steamed red potatoes.
Gianni emptied the rest of the wine into their glasses. He turned on some music, an orchestral piece, and lit the candles. They ate in silence, enjoying each other’s company and savoring the delicious meal. The electricity between them was palpable.
Under the table, Leah rubbed her toes against Gianni’s ankle, and he smiled. She continued eating, but couldn’t help but look forward to what would come later. Her urge was to draw closer, to hold Gianni tight. She needed him, and knew that he wanted her too.
Dessert was a fluffy mousse, and, spooning a bite into her mouth, Leah was reminded of the interlude on the boat. She had eaten a creamy delight seductively, pressing her luck, until he had bent her over the chair and punished her for teasing him.
Tonight she needed intensity. Leah wanted him to bend her over, allow her to relinquish her power, to submit. His strength and dominance made her feel secure. And she needed that now. She wanted Gianni to command her, and to leave her no choice but to obey.
Leah needed to forget about anything outside the playroom. She craved Gianni’s ministrations, knowing the encounter would be her only focus. And that the pleasure he would give had the power to wipe away any fears or worries.
The edge of pain would make it even better. If there was a night that Leah wanted to push limits, it was tonight. She required riskier boundaries to satisfy her urges. And she thought to say that to Gianni. He had made it clear that he wanted to know how she felt.
But the words got stuck in her throat. She couldn’t think how to say it. How to start. Then she looked into his blue-gray eyes and knew she didn’t have to. The lust she saw there, his stern gaze, made her shiver. Her skin tingled under his gaze.
Gianni would take control. He would guide her beyond where she’d gone before. A finger of anxiety went through her. Just a tinge of fear. The trepidation of doing something for the first time. Exactly what she wanted.
But she didn’t have to say so. Gianni stood and reached out to her. Leah’s hand trembled when she placed it in his. He pulled her up, his look commanding. Warmth shot through her at the intensity. She parted her lips, and Gianni pulled her close, covering her mouth with his.
The taste of him and his male scent were aphrodisiacs. He put his palm on her low spine, and Leah folded into him. The kiss was ferocious, needy, and she whimpered. Gianni pulled back, releasing her. His eyes were cold.
“Go to the playroom now,” he said. “Strip off your clothes and wait for me. Be ready. I own you…and I will take you. I won’t be gentle.”
It was like being given a gift. Something Leah craved so badly it hurt. Yet something that wasn’t quite within her grasp. Only now it was. Gianni would give her what she desired, and would satisfy her as no other man could. He knew what she needed. And she wouldn’t be left wanting. Not anymore.
The way Leah had kissed him said that she craved what he did. Gianni was going to use the spreader bar. She was ready for it. The anticipation made him ache. It had been too long since he had used the bar in sex play.
And he had not done it with Leah. The prospect of using it with her lit a fire under his skin. To see her in such a state of submission would push him to the edge quickly. Gianni would have to release some tension first in order to do the scene properly.
Entering the playroom, Gianni saw her on the rug. Leah was on her knees, waiting for him. Her submission honored him, and he planned to give her sensation that he knew she badly needed. He went to a cupboard along the wall.
Gianni removed his clothes, then turned on the music. He chose a song with somber tones and deep bass. On a shelf above was the item he sought. He took it down and placed it where he could easily reach it.
Then he walked over to Leah. It was good to make her wait. It would allow her to get into the mood more completely. To realize her place, and feel it. So he stood over her without saying a word. To her credit, Leah didn’t squirm. With her back straight, she stayed on her knees with her hands on her thighs.
But he knew what was going through her pretty head. She didn’t know what he had in mind, which made her nervous. And that wasn’t a bad thing. Looking forward to play was desirable. Knowing she trembled beneath him excited him.
Gianni admired her beautiful full lips, wanting the feel of them against his skin. Her heavy breasts and distended nipples revealed her arousal. Her silky skin looked so lovely in the soft lighting of the room. She was near the long wall with the mural.
Seeing her in front of it, Gianni decided she was sexier than any of the scenes in the sensual painting. It was a backdrop for her, and served to highlight the fact that she was exceptional. Leah was a uniquely passionate woman.
Still he waited, letting her worry. Gianni fisted his cock, needing relief. Pre-cum seeped from the slit at the top, dripping over the side. His abs tightened and he considered the prospect of coming right then, merely from drinking in the sight of the beauty before him.
“Raise up on your knees,” he said, and Leah did so without hesitation. Her face was inches from his stiff cock. He could feel her breath on his skin, and see the flush of her cheeks.
“Put my cock in your mouth. You may pleasure me.”
Leah licked down the length of his tight shaft, and cupped his balls in one hand. She gently massaged them as she ran her tongue along his erection, stopping at the top to cover the plum-shaped knob with her mouth.
With the tip of her tongue, Leah smeared the pre-cum around, and Gianni put his hand on her head. “I don’t want you to hold back,” he said. “I need it hard and fast.”
Her muscles relaxed, and Leah gripped the base of his cock. With her mouth over the head, she sucked with ferocity. Gianni groaned. God, it felt good. She stroked over him wildly, her palm sliding over his thighs and belly.
She pressed her lips tighter, and Gianni responded to the pressure. He arched his back a little, and dug his hands into her hair. “Suck me hard, baby.”
Leah lowered her mouth over him, letting her teeth graze his tender skin. Sensation shot through him, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair. Without slowing, she moved over him sucking hard. Gianni looked down at her, watching her carnal act.
That Leah wanted him in her mouth was not in question. She sucked him as if starved for lack of male taste, and whimpered with satisfaction from the feel of his thick cock in her throat. Gianni assisted her motion, pushing her head forward to plunge his cock deeper.
Leah took his full length, practiced in what pleased him. He glanced at soles of her bare feet, finding them erotic. And when she leaned forward to go down on him, Gianni admired her bare ass. Molten heat invaded his veins.
Faster and harder, Leah sucked. One hand gripped his ass, and her other held the base of his cock firmly. The tip hit the back of her throat, and he pulsed hard, his balls pulled tight underneath. The swell of his heat and the burn of his loins were all consuming.
Her mouth was amazing. Holding her hair in his fist, Gianni forced her close, and she whined. It was his undoing. With Leah sucking hard, dragging her lips over him, Gianni thrust forward. Forcefully, his cock pulsed and sensation zipped to his balls.
An incendiary climax burst through him, and he moaned loudly. Leah continued to pump over him, drinking his cum as he poured it into her sweet mouth. When he was drained, Gianni put his palm on her cheek, and she released him.
Leah kissed his cock, leaving her lips on his hot skin, and breathed deeply. He saw her chest heave as she took in the scent of his cum. She didn’t readily let him go. Gianni tenderly placed his palms on her flushed cheeks.
Then he reached under her arms to help her up. Gianni kissed her, raking his tongue around the inside of her mouth and tasting his salty cum still on her lips. She kissed back as if she would drown in him, and he held her close.
Arousal surged anew at the thought of what was next. Gianni released her and stood back. For a moment, Leah was lost. The vulnerable look on her face reaffirmed he was in charge. “Get up on the table,” he said sternly.
The long, padded table was covered in soft leather, and it was waist high for Leah. She turned to face it, and Gianni enjoyed the sight of her slender back, narrow waist, and rounded hips. She went over and climbed up.
“On your hands and knees,” he said.
Gianni retrieved the spreader bar. It was a long metal bar with four cuffs, each lined with fur. The metal buckles were intimidating, and Leah’s eyes opened wide when she saw them. Laying the bar along the end of the table, he fitted it to her.
First he put each ankle in a cuff, so her legs were spread and secured wide to the ends of the bar. “Lean over, and put your hands through your legs.” Carefully, Leah did so. With her face and shoulders down, she reached back.
At the center of the bar were two smaller cuffs, and he locked her wrists in place. It was so fucking sexy seeing her that way. Her dark hair fell to one side, and her cheek rested on the padding beneath her. Leah’s brown eyes reflected the trepidation he knew she felt.
Her bare ass was up, and with her ankles held apart, her swollen pussy was open to view. Her arms stretched under her belly, and were pinned to the bar, in line with her ankles. Restrained in that manner, Leah would be compelled to take anything he gave her.
“For now, you will not speak,” he said harshly. “And you will not squirm or whimper. If you make a sound I will punish you.”
Leah stared at him.
“You may tell me if you understand.”
Wisely, she said nothing more. If she had offered any comment, Gianni would have been compelled to punish her immediately, lest she think he didn’t mean what he said. “There is one thing you are allowed to say, and that is your safe word. I will not be displeased if you utter the word, and will stop all play instantly.”
Leah licked her lower lip, and anxiety shadowed her expression.
“Say the word for me once, so I know the stress of your confinement has not made you forget.”
Gianni needed to hear one more thing. “Assure me that you will say it, if you feel the need. And that you will not hesitate.”
“I will say it if I need to. And I understand that saying my word is all right with you.”
Gianni nodded. “This will not be easy on you. You are mine to do with as I wish. But if I hear so much as a whimper, you will suffer the consequences.” He assessed her emotional state, and seeing that she looked okay, he continued. “I may or may not let you come. I own your pleasure. You do not.” He watched her expression, seeing that she understood.
The music continued to play in the background, and the dim lights cast shadows over Leah’s feminine form. Her submission pleased him, and Gianni hoped she would stick to the rules. He would rather not punish her early in the scene.
He had other things in mind. Taking a long rod with black feathers at the end, Gianni touched Leah’s bare skin. She did not flinch, move, or make a sound. As he ran the soft feathers over her, Leah watched him intently.
“And keep your eyes open, so I can see your reactions.”
Leah did not say anything, and he was glad. She knew what he expected.
He outlined the beauty of her form with the teasing feathers. Down her spine and over her butt, then her thighs. Slowly, he swiped them along her calves, and the soles of her feet. There was not a move or a sound from Leah. He retraced, slowly going back up her body, seeing that she tolerated it well. Although he knew the tickle of the feathers created more intense sensation than their inoffensive look would indicate.
Holding the instrument in one hand, he stood beside her and placed his palm on her abdomen. Other than her breathing, there was no motion. He slid his hand up and cupped her breasts, one at a time. Their softness affected him, and Gianni’s cock stiffened.
He swirled a finger around one nipple, then pinched it between his thumb and finger. The expression in Leah’s eyes changed, but she did not otherwise show that she had felt the slight pain. He pinched more firmly. He did the same to the other nipple.
Feeling the little pebbles, Gianni knew Leah’s arousal. It was best not to push too far. Putting the feathers aside, he stood behind her. The erotic sight of her red, swollen pussy sent heat flooding through his lower body. He put his hands on her ass and gently squeezed.
“You are doing very well,” he said to her.
Gianni took a small bottle of oil from a shelf and poured some into his hand. He smeared it on Leah’s bare skin, gently massaging as he went. Then he squeezed her firm ass. Lifting his hand, he smacked one ass cheek, knowing the oil would increase the sensation.
The slap was not for punishment, but solely for her pleasure. He slapped again, and then did the same on the other cheek. He was proud of her for not whimpering, though her breathing sped up. Her skin turned pink from his touch, and he slapped her twice more.
Spanking excited her. Especially the way he did it. The sharp impact would vibrate through her sex, stirring her arousal. And the sound of his hand against her oiled skin would be a turn-on. Leah’s eyes were glassy, but she was perfectly still, letting him spank her as he chose to.
Reading her body language, Gianni knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come. But he had no intention of letting her do so then. If at all. He rather liked her suffering. She was beautiful in her state of tortured arousal. He wasn’t anxious to relieve her of it.
With his hands on her ass, Gianni kneeled so he was the right height. The swollen lips of her pussy enticed him, and he raked his tongue over them. Leah did not squirm, which was to her credit. But the way Gianni was feeling, punishment wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.
He dipped the tip of his tongue past her outer lips, and licked up some of her cream. Her hot pussy was like a tasty bit of candy. Gianni sucked and licked, savoring her. She made no sound except for panting. He would not reprimand her for that. Panting could not be helped.
For some minutes, Gianni kissed and stimulated her, breathing in her feminine scent. Drunk on the smell of female arousal, he leaned back with his hands on her thighs, breathing heavily. He fingered her gently, but she didn’t squirm.
Standing, Gianni stroked her wet slit, carefully avoiding her tense clit. One touch could set her off, and he didn’t want that. He slipped two fingers inside her and stroked. Her hot pussy clenched around them, and his cock dripped for her.
Gianni stroked her, bringing her close then stopping the motion. Over and over, he tortured her. He lost track of time. It had no meaning. Minutes seemed like hours, and they could have been. His only focus was Leah, and her response. He knew her well, and dangled her on the edge of pain. Her clit must have ached unbearably, and yet she found the strength to obey. Leah didn’t move, and abstained from letting his stimulation make her lose control.
He slowly removed his fingers, and witnessed her disappointment. But not for long. “I’m going to fuck you, Leah,” he said.
There was no response.
“You have been very good,” he said. “You have pleased me. I’ve decided to reward you.”
Gianni reached up and touched her cheek. Her skin was so soft. With a fingertip, he touched her lips. She didn’t move. “You have obeyed me,” he said. “And that is as it should be.”
Leah’s eyes were wild, and she panted raggedly. But did not reply.
“When my cock stretches you, baby, you have my permission to come.”
Her eyes were glazed, and Gianni needed a verbal response. “You can make noise now, and move. And you can come as hard, and as many times as you are able. Do you understand what I’m saying? If you do, say yes.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
Standing behind her, Gianni ran his palms down her back, and Leah sighed. He squeezed her buttocks, and then gave her a hard slap. She gasped. Gripping his cock at the base, he touched the tip to her wet opening.
With Leah bound tight, and her ass up for him, Gianni inched his thick cock into her. Leah made a tiny sound in the back of her throat. “That’s right, baby. Feel it. Feel all of me.” He shoved his hips against her, plunging in deep.