Free Leah's Seduction: 8 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) by Emily Jane Trent

as sincerely as she could.
    Recently in the playroom, Gianni used a suspension swing. I wore my costume mask, the one he gave to me as a gift, and kept my stilettos on. To express how the scene felt is difficult. Not only because of any inhibitions I have, but also because words cannot do it justice.
    Yet the evening is burned in my memory, and holds great pleasure that I won’t forget. When I’m naked with Gianni, I feel beautiful. He makes me feel that way. And yet I feel vulnerable too. I grant him the power to do as he wishes.
    I trust him to care for me, and he does. With a tasseled whip, Gianni flicked my bare skin sharply. It should have been cause for objection, but for me, the opposite is true. The sting is welcome. The bite of it hurts just enough to send sensation shooting through my body.
    He does it just so. Not too much or too little. When the tassel burned my skin, I didn’t recoil. I wanted more. Gianni’s strength, his power over me, turns me on. It’s what I want. What I have wanted for so long, and now he gives to me.
    For some time, Gianni whipped me, and with each sting, my arousal spiraled upward. My clit tensed, painfully so. And my breasts were heavy with arousal. I fell into his ministrations, craving the slap of the whip.
    Is this bad? Should I not want it?
    I don’t see how, as in the end it brings only pleasure. Gianni watched to be sure not to push me too far. Yet I wanted to go further. A deep longing surged inside, and I wished he would do his worst. He may have known better than I what I could tolerate.
    But the deep urge for the bite of pain drove me. It intensified the pleasure, and gave me a sense of completely submitting to Gianni. When he takes me, I want him to. So badly. More than I tell him. More than I can voice.
    So when he takes the whip to my bare skin, it is satisfying. I need it. And he knows that I do. The more we push limits, the more I want Gianni to challenge me. But he is in control. He guides me, and judges what I am ready to experience.
    The other night as my skin stung from the tassel, I became so aroused that it was dreamlike. The pain pushed me upward into a cloud of ecstasy, where I floated, immune to harsh realities. There was only Gianni, and the sensation he gave me.
    Submitting makes me feel safe. I no longer have to be concerned. I am cared for. Gianni says this does not make me weak. And I believe him. Because the desire I have for him to wield his power over me comes from inner strength.
    I am always a bit fearful at first. Especially when we try something new. My courage comes from the trust I have in Gianni, the knowledge that he puts me first. That I can put my body, and my emotions, in his care with impunity.
    The feeling is hard to describe, but I admit, it is one I am addicted to. I cannot imagine life without being able to submit to Gianni, or without the pleasure he gives me. That my submission also gives him satisfaction makes it immensely better.
    I want to please him, and it is good to know that I do. All the more reason to let him take me to new places, to do things that might make me anxious. But in the end, the daring scenes are what I need. And what Gianni needs.
    Leah closed the journal, and looked out the window into the dark night. It looked so empty, just like she felt, alone in the condo. She got up to get ready for bed, and went to the bathroom to wash her face. Something nagged at her, and she tried to think of what it was.
    She had been honest while writing. Then why did she feel she was holding back? Was it just the newness of having the shared journal? Leah brushed out her hair and put on a robe. Then she went down the hall to the playroom.
    It wasn’t locked anymore, and she went inside. Leah flipped on the light, and then the music. The soft orchestral piece that Gianni had last played started up. She stepped across the polished wood floor, admiring the special room.
    Walking past the cabinets, letting her fingers drift over the