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

dark wood, Leah was overcome with emotion. This is the room where she was most intimate with Gianni. It was private, and it was special.
    A tassel dangled at the end of a long rod, the very implement Gianni had used on her not long before. She caught sight of the swing, pushed to the corner. And of the bed where he had held her close, caring for her after a particularly challenging scene.
    Then she stared at the mural on the wall, drinking in the sensual encounters it represented. Leah leaned against the spanking bench and touched the soft leather. Her skin tingled, and warmth spread through her lower body.
    Gianni did something to her that no man had. It was what she feared she wouldn’t find. But she had. Yet there was more. And standing in the exquisite room, with blinding clarity, she knew what it was. Leah realized what she had not put in the journal, what she had held back.
    At the door to the playroom, she turned off the music and the light, then closed the door behind her. Returning to the bedroom sofa, Leah continued to write where she had left off. Gianni wanted the truth. Now he would have to deal with it.
    I wasn’t completely honest with you earlier. I repressed something that I now have to share. A moment ago I went in the playroom alone. The lovely room means so much to me. Despite what you might think, it is not only because of the sexual submission I experience there.
    It is so much more. In the beginning, it might have been the thrill of the forbidden. At last, having the sensations I deeply craved. But I know now that I would have not have been able to do the things I do with Gianni if it weren’t for one fact.
    I love him. He is the only man I’ve loved, or will. That might sound dramatic, but it’s not. It is how I feel. I could say it’s that he gives me pleasure beyond what I have known. Or I could say it’s because he is impossibly handsome, and sexy as hell.
    All that is true. But it’s the man. It’s who he is. I love Gianni, and that won’t change. He might not want to hear it, thinking that love is weakness. But I don’t see it that way. I am stronger because of it. And my life would not be fulfilled without it.
    Although I don’t say it a lot, knowing that it makes Gianni uncomfortable, I feel it. The emotion is real, and runs deep. I don’t have to say the words to have love fill my heart. And if I’m honest, I would like for Gianni to feel the same.
    But whether he does or not, I will continue to love him. Whether my love will be enough for both of us, I’m not sure. The future is unknown to me. But whatever comes, good or bad, it won’t because I didn’t love Gianni enough.
    And that is why the playroom is dear to me. The reason I can submit to the degree I do is because of the connection I feel with Gianni. At first, I would have experimented. The sexual scenes were intriguing, and I doubt I would have resisted.
    But over time, Gianni has pushed boundaries. We have done things that I know in my heart I would not have done if I didn’t love him. For with that love, I give all. I can truly submit. I want to. Because the man I love has not only my body, but my heart. And with that, there seems no limit to what we can do together. What I am willing to give.
    Leah pressed the journal to her chest. A tear rolled down her cheek. She wasn’t sad. On the contrary. Boldly confessing her love was right. There was power in doing so. Although she had said the words to Gianni before, she had not poured out her most intimate thoughts. Now he would see inside, and know what she felt. Which was what he claimed he wanted.
    She put the journal on the table and slipped her robe off. Under the covers, Leah moved to Gianni’s side of the bed. Pulling his pillow under her head, she buried her face in the softness, and breathed in his scent. Curling up to sleep, Leah hugged the pillow to her cheek, imagining Gianni was there with her.

 
    Chapter 10
    Gianni had to be away for a few days, but it