Free Leah's Seduction: 7 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) by Emily Jane Trent Page A

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.”
    “Yes.”
    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.”
    “Poetry.”
    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.