Leah's Seduction: 10 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (2 page)

Chapter 3

When Leah got to the condo, jazz music was playing. The lights were dimmed, and Gianni stood by the windows. His broad shoulders narrowing to his waist took her breath away. She stared at how his jeans caressed his hard ass just right.

He turned and opened his arms. Leah dropped her bag on the floor and went to him. “Welcome home,” he said. With his strong arms around her, Leah wasn’t inclined to go anywhere. Gianni stroked along her spine.

The music played, and the city lights flickered against the windows. Leah melted against the man she loved. “Did you miss me?”

Gianni held her closer. “Every second you were away.”

It was still so new, knowing Gianni loved her. It felt so good, yet scary at the same time. Why was it that Leah didn’t fear losing something until she had it? Now that her man had professed love, she didn’t want to blow it.

Before there had always been the chance that Gianni would leave. And Leah would have been devastated. Yet to lose him
now
would be worse. She had everything she wanted. The
man
she wanted. To know such joy and have it slip through her grasp would destroy her.

Knowing she wouldn’t recover from such a twist of fate, Leah clung to him. She pressed her cheek against his muscled chest, feeling his warmth, and breathing in the scent of cologne mixed with masculinity. She ran her palms up his back to his shoulders.

Gianni lifted her chin. “Are you okay?”

Leah’s mind whirred with emotion. “Yes…I mean…I was.”

He leaned down and kissed her softly. The feel of his soft lips sent a tingle through her. Leah put her hand on the back of his head, and pressed into the kiss harder. As long as they were touching, Gianni was real. He was there.

He took her hand and sat in a chair, pulling her onto his lap. “Tell me. What is it?”

Leah shook her head. “I just…don’t know.”

Gianni touched his fingertips to her cheek.

“I just don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” she said.

He placed his palms on her cheeks. “Who said anything about losing me?”

Leah smiled. His calm demeanor reassured her. “It’s what I wanted for so long, you know.” She paused to gather her thoughts. “I dreamed of the day when you’d say you loved me. And now you have.”

Gianni frowned. “Why is that distressing you?”

“It’s not,” Leah said. “Or not in the way you think. Your love means everything to me. And that’s just it.”

“You’ll have to explain.”

“As long as we pretended it was just sexual between us, it wouldn’t have been so crushing if we broke up.” Leah combed her hand through her hair. “That’s not what I mean exactly.”

“Take your time. I’m listening.”

“It would have been just as devastating to break up then as now,” she said.

“But we aren’t breaking up,” Gianni said. “We are more committed than we have been before.”

“Exactly.” Leah looked into his eyes. “And that’s what scares me. To have so much, and lose it.” She paused. “I wouldn’t survive it. I know I wouldn’t.”

“You won’t have to.”

“But you don’t know,” she said. “You mean so much to me.”

Gianni’s eyes sparkled. “No more than you mean to me.”

“I trust you, and I know you mean that.” She bit her lip. “But what if something happened? Something we didn’t expect, or couldn’t control. Or…”

“Or what?”

Leah took a breath. “What if I disappoint you in some way…as your submissive? I wouldn’t want to. But it could happen.”

Gianni smiled. “Is that what this is about?”

“I don’t know. For some reason it scares me to have so much to lose.”

He hugged her close, pressing Leah’s cheek to his chest. For a few moments, neither spoke. The fear knotting Leah’s stomach began to subside.

Gianni kissed her cheek, her temple, and then her lips. “You think you are in this alone? You have my heart, baby. I’m not going anywhere. It’s new. It’s a risk. But it’s what we both want.”

“Yes, it is. But you aren’t worried?”

He leaned back and looked thoughtful for a moment. “My life wouldn’t be complete without you, baby. Any reservations I had, I’ve left behind. We will do this together. Just trust me.”

Leah smiled. “I do trust you. I guess your love just sweeps my off my feet. I have no defense. I’m completely vulnerable.”

Gianni’s steely look thrilled her. “That is how I want you.”

The playroom instantly came to mind. Leah had no doubt that was what he meant. “I want you too.” That was all she wanted. To be naked and in his arms. To have Gianni take her. Leah wanted it more than anything.

His tone changed. “Go to the playroom now. Undress and wait for me.”

His command flooded her body with warmth. Leah slid off his lap and went to the room. The feel of the space wrapped around her, offering sensuality with a shade of the forbidden. She undressed and put her clothes in the cabinet.

Naked, she kneeled on the rug to wait. A tinge of anxiety rose in her belly. Leah wasn’t sure what he would do. Lately, he had been challenging her more. She wanted it, and assuming he had read her recent journal entry, Gianni knew her need.

Yet the anticipation was unsettling. Did she want more than she could really handle? Would Gianni know when to stop? Leah wasn’t sure. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Then she heard the door open. Music started, and though she couldn’t hear him, Leah knew Gianni moved closer.

The tones of the song were deep, and reverberated against the paneled walls. The sound radiated through her, and she felt the somber notes. Staring at the floor, she saw Gianni’s bare feet. The urge to kiss them, to rake her tongue along his ankle, was strong. But she didn’t know if she was allowed to touch him.

“You won’t speak,” he said. His voice was commanding. “And you won’t make any sound unless I permit it.”

Leah was silent.

“You are free to say your safe word, and I need to trust that you will. That you won’t hesitate. Say the word now as a reminder.”

“Poetry,” she said.

“You will say that word if what we do is too intense. Or if it makes you too uncomfortable. There is no shame in stopping play.”

Leah knew better than to say anything. She didn’t want to disobey, especially not so early. Yet there had been no need to use the safe word before, and she resisted the idea of using it at all. But there was no way to communicate that to Gianni right then.

“Stand. And let me look at you.”

Leah rose, but kept her eyes downcast. She could feel Gianni’s gaze over her body. He took his time devouring the sight of her. Leah’s nipples peaked, and her clit tightened. If only she could reach out to him. But she couldn’t.

“Go to the bench. I want you on your back.”

The padded bench was long and narrow. It was as high as her waist. Gripping the edge, Leah hopped up and rolled onto her back. The cool leather touched her skin, and the ambient air stirred over her sensitive nipples.

Gianni stood over her. He was naked, and his delicious cock was erect. The look in his eyes was not the soft one she had grown used to. There was no emotion there, nothing to cling to. She was to obey. That was all. Leah hoped to please him. Her mouth felt dry.

Without preface, Gianni lifted her arms over her head and bent to suck her nipples. In no rush, he savored, pushing her to the brink of insanity with just his mouth. Then he stood and reached to a shelf for a rope. He wrapped it around her wrists, and secured the end to the legs of the table.

He looked into her eyes, but Leah purposely didn’t react. He seemed satisfied with that. Gianni took an implement out of the drawer. It looked like a sturdy bamboo skewer. The tip was sharp. A shudder ran through her.

“I don’t want you to be afraid. This will not hurt you. Although the sensation will be intense.”

Leah just looked at him.

He touched the pointed tip to her arm, and Leah involuntarily flinched. Gianni slowly ran the sharp edge down to her wrist. Then he worked over her inner thighs, and down her calves. Without pausing, he raked the edge along the soles of her feet.

The idea of pain flooded her thoughts. It didn’t hurt, exactly. But the point was sharp, and a flutter of anxiety ran through her. The more Gianni worked her skin with the tip, the more vulnerable Leah was. The sharpness emulated pain, and stirred the shadows of fear.

Gianni scrolled the tip around her nipples, and Leah gritted her teeth, so as not to make a sound. “You are doing very well, baby.” His voice was soothing. But his ministrations were challenging. Then he flicked the sharp end over her distended nipples.

It was all she could do not to expel a breath. But he had ordered her not to make a sound. Leah couldn’t help reacting, and she moved in reaction to his motion. “This will border on pain,” Gianni said. “It will remind you of pain, even give you the hint of pain. But it will magnify your pleasure if you can tolerate it.”

She wanted to. Leah really did. She trusted Gianni, and his control of her was comforting. Even while the cut of the tip put every nerve on edge. As he moved the tip over her bare skin, down her ribs and over her belly, Leah shuddered.

She liked it. Yet she didn’t. Leah wasn’t sure. But she wanted to please Gianni, and she kept quiet. “Spread your legs,” he said.

Trepidation crept into her consciousness. Yet she spread her legs, as he’d asked. Would he hurt her? Would it be too much? She had to trust. Leah wanted the intensity, yet tensed when Gianni ran the tip over her vulva.

“Relax. I am in charge,” Gianni said. “You are mine. Your pain. Your pleasure. Your emotion. All mine.”

She calmed and focused on the sensation that flooded her. It was a combination of stimulation that verged on excessive, with the utter pleasure of submitting. The scene was beyond what she had done before. Giving the power to Gianni despite balancing on the precipice of pain was exhilarating.

He deftly stroked the sharp edge along her outer lips. Gianni used just enough pressure for her to feel it. The pierce of the tip to her sensitive tissues spiraled her arousal. Leah should have been afraid, but instead, she desired the hint of pain.

She wanted it. Gianni knew, and he stroked the tip over her sex, just so. It drove her crazy, yet she muffled any sound. The intensity, the silence, and the interminable stimulation were nearly too much. Leah doubted her ability to stay quiet.

On the verge of climax, Leah held back. Coming without permission would displease Gianni. But his ministrations pushed her terrifyingly close. Leah struggled for a distraction, lest she give in. Then the sharp tip disappeared.

Leah’s body was on fire. Her skin burned with sensation and her clit tensed. She drank in the sight of Gianni’s hard cock. If only she could have it in her mouth, or grip it in her fist. But her hands were still tied.

Wrapping his hand around the base of his erection, Gianni angled his cock toward her sex. “Spread your legs wider,” he said. Having the access he sought, Gianni tapped the head of his cock on her clit. The soft impact slid the skin protecting her most sensitive area.

“You will be quiet,” he said. “And you will not come.”

His blue eyes pierced into her. Leah didn’t know if she could comply, though there was no way to argue. Again and again, Gianni tapped the thick knob on her clit. The thin layer of skin over it moved with the vibration, further stimulating her.

Leah wanted to cry out, and longed to give in. But he wouldn’t let her. She couldn’t pant, as it would make noise. So she breathed deeply through her nose. Even though it wasn’t enough. Gianni varied the rhythm but did not stop tapping.

“I am going to drive you crazy. You will want to come. Very badly. But I won’t allow it. You must understand that you are to feel the pain of denial.”

His words sank in. Leah was devastated. The sensation, the emotion, and the intensity swamped her. Then an amazing feeling consumed her body. It was the feeling of submission. True submission. Complete submission.

Leah floated in the new sensation, craved it and treasured it. It was what she wanted. To submit to Gianni without reservation. To take the pain and torture. To withhold her own pleasure for his. Never before had she been challenged in quite this way.

Immense pleasure, fueled by the pain of denial, engulfed her. The magnitude of the feeling she had for Gianni overwhelmed her. And her need for submission, finally satisfied, took control. And then she began to cry.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she gasped. “Poetry…poetry.”

Gianni stopped immediately upon hearing her safe word. He pulled the rope to untie her wrists, and scooped her into his arms. Leaning against the bench, he held her in a warm embrace. And Leah cried. And cried.

Chapter 4

When the tears stopped, Gianni carried her out of the playroom. He took her to the bed and snuggled next to her under the covers. Leah rested against his shoulder.

One minute she had soared to the height of ecstasy, and the next she plunged into guilt. Leah had said her safe word. She had let Gianni down. That meant she was weak, a disappointment as a submissive.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Gianni stroked her hair. “For what, baby?”

“I thought I could see it through. But I failed. I should have pushed myself a bit more. Held out longer. I was weak, and I said the safe word.”

He lifted her chin so Leah looked into his eyes. “That does not make you weak. It makes you strong.”

Leah hadn’t expected him to say that.

“In play, I must have confidence that you will use your word when you need to. Trust works both ways. For as much as I watch your reactions, it is not possible to know everything you feel,” Gianni said. “To go past your limits and not say the word would be the weakness. You did what I asked of you. You were strong, baby. You said
poetry
when you needed to.”

Leah relaxed against him.

Gianni kissed her. “I am proud of you.”

“I couldn’t help feeling you would lose trust in me if I used the safe word.”

“It’s the opposite. It is not a break in trust to say the word. It is your word to use whenever you need to,” he said. “But from my view, it tells me I went too far.”

Leah squeezed his shoulder.

“We have discussed limits. I know what you are willing to try and what you’re not.” Gianni eyes were soft. “I must not have watched closely enough. Maybe I’m trying too hard. I want to give what you need. Be strong enough, unbending. It seems I went too far.”

Leah shook her head. “It’s not that.”

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what happened. Why did you start crying?”

Leah sat up and leaned against the headboard. Gianni propped up on one elbow. She sighed. “It was so unexpected.”

Gianni listened intently.

“I wanted you to push me further. And you did. You did exactly what I wanted. Only…” Leah struggled to express what she felt. “The sensation built. I didn’t see the feeling coming. I just love you so much. And submitting to you takes me to a different place.”

She looked at Gianni, but he didn’t interrupt.

“I was in a state of submission that was unfamiliar. But I want more of it. All at once, the love in my heart for you, the joy of submission, and the unbearable pain-laced pleasure exploded. It was everything I want. Everything I crave with my whole being.”

Gianni’s eyes glistened.

“To experience that…was so intense. I just started crying. It’s like that was the only release I had. It was so…unbelievable. Maybe I should have just continued. But I couldn’t. I came apart.”

Gianni pulled her into his arms. “You did the right thing. I want you to know that I am moved…deeply. Thank you for sharing that with me.” He pulled her closer, and Leah straddled his lap, facing him.

“Emotions in the playroom are intense.” Gianni put his hands on her thighs. “I expect that. You are amazing, baby. And I love you so very much.”

It was so good to hear him say it. Leah would not tire of hearing those words. “I love you too,” she said. “And do you know what I want right now? More than anything?”

“Tell me.”

Leah spoke softly. “I need to be close to you. I need to feel you inside me. I need to be yours, and feel your love.”

Lust flamed in Gianni’s eyes, and he cupped her breasts, holding their weight. “Lean closer,” he said. Gently, he licked her nipples and sucked lovingly. Leah reached down and grasped his cock.

He was hot and hard. It felt so good. She fisted his length, letting her hand rake over the velvet skin. At the top, she rolled her palm over the head. Gianni moaned, and put his hands on her waist. On her knees, Leah lifted over him.

Gianni guided her down, and the stretch of his cock was delicious. She whimpered with delight. Sliding flat on his back, Gianni held her by the hips as she pumped over him. She was wet, and he was so hard. Lowering over him, Leah clenched over him as he plunged deep.

“I’m close,” he said.

Leah gasped. “Oh, God.” Gianni pulsed inside her, and his cock was so thick it rubbed every inch of her. “I can’t…” She let go, and an insanely sweet orgasm took her.

Gianni rocked his hips up, plunging into her as he exploded into climax. Leah peaked to the sound of his deep, virile groan. She floated in soft pleasure, with Gianni hard as steel underneath her. Then he relaxed, and pulled her down on top of him.

They made love again that night, unable to get enough of each other. Again and again, Gianni fondled and caressed her. His touch was sweet and loving. And he was all that existed in Leah’s world. When at last they feel asleep, Gianni wrapped her close with her back pressed to his chest. He whispered, with his lips on the top of her head, “I love you.”

*****

The next day, they spent quiet moments together. Alone and in love, they needed no more than each other’s company. Gianni had bought a new book for her. And with Leah on his lap in front of the window, he read a poem.

It was Rumi, a poem called “Thief of Sleep.” Leah watched Gianni’s face as he read:

“Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky

And you lift me up out of the two worlds.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops,

So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.”

Leah kissed him. “That is so beautiful.” She grinned. “I do think you are becoming a romantic.”

Gianni smiled. “You have only yourself to blame for that.”

The night before, the playroom scene had been soul shattering. It was a moment Leah would not forget. And hoped to have many more such moments, only tolerate them better. The emotion was intense. Exactly what she sought.

Although she had been concerned that she had led Gianni into a situation that wasn’t good for him. Did falling in love take from him the only way he had known? Would she lose the thrill of play by being greedy to have both love and domination?

Yet her breakdown had been a turning point. Leah understood the depth of Gianni’s love, and of his patience. Her certainty that they could work through it was strong. There would be challenges. But that’s what it was all about.

“Where did you go?” Gianni said.

“Oh, I was just thinking.” Leah smiled. “With you…I can face anything.”

He smiled back. “I think we have already done that.”

“Not nearly,” Leah said. “There’s much more to come. I’m sure of it.”

Gianni laughed. “You’re scaring me.”

“You wouldn’t want things to get boring, would you?”

“That won’t happen with you around,” he said. “On a much more mundane topic, I’m hungry. What do you say we venture out for food?”

Leah stomach rumbled as if on cue. “But I get to pick where we go.”

They dressed for the cooler weather, and went to Rayuela, a restaurant offering Latin cuisine. The day had drifted by, and it was already late afternoon. Leah suggested an early dinner, and got no argument from Gianni.

The dining room was beautiful and romantic, with stone accents and candles everywhere. They started with ceviche, to quell their appetite while they sipped vodka cocktails. By the time the grilled pork chops with sweet potato arrived, Leah was tipsy from drinking on an empty stomach.

But she didn’t mind. She was certainly relaxed. During the day, they had talked endlessly about any topic that interested them. In a quiet moment, they had read Leah’s journal together. It had been good to share, and seeing Gianni’s reaction made it better.

They had talked about what they both wanted, in and out of the playroom. And Gianni had asked her questions, wanting to know all her secrets. Not that she had any he didn’t already know about. When they had felt like it, they touched and caressed.

Once they had gone in the playroom to satisfy their more intense longing for each other. Other times they had snuggled together and gazed out the window. It was part of being in love. It was as new to Leah as it was to Gianni.

After dinner, they were going to go dancing. And since the next day was Sunday, they had no need to be home early. For some reason, Leah had stuffed her journal in her bag before they left. It proved to be convenient, as there was something she wanted to write before she forgot.

When Gianni left for the restroom, she pulled it out and scribbled down her thoughts. When she looked up, Gianni was pulling out his chair to sit down. “What are you writing?”

Leah’s cheeks warmed. There was no reason to be embarrassed. They shared everything. Yet she had written a sentiment from deep in her soul. And she hadn’t expected to share it immediately. “Just something for my journal.”

Banana cake and espresso was on the way, so they had a few minutes. “Read it to me,” Gianni said. “I’d like to hear it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Leah held the book to the candlelight and read. “Submitting to Gianni is beyond any pleasure I’ve known. I love him. And to give of myself, allow him the power I do, is the greatest gift I am capable of. It’s exhilarating to feel deeply connected to someone. To see into another’s soul, and feel intimately seen by them. I have this with Gianni, my love. And I treasure it, more than I can say.”

For a moment Gianni didn’t say anything. But his eyes gleamed in the soft light. “I think you should write poetry. That was exquisite.”

All shyness evaporated. Gianni words filled her with pride. “Maybe I will write poetry. You inspire me.” Forgetting all propriety, Leah went and sat on his lap. When dessert came, Gianni fed her bites, and she fed him. Halfway through, they were laughing, and Gianni tickled her, making it worse. Leah loved him so much, and, by some miracle, he loved her too.