Read Online Leah's Seduction: 5 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) by Emily Jane Trent - Free Book Online Page B

had two cushions over metal legs, in the shape of an upside-down V, where the back of her calves would rest with her legs apart.
    Leah looked at him, her eyes wide. “I will be in tune with your responses. But trust works both ways,” he said. “I need you to promise that if it is too much, if you feel unbearable discomfort, that you will say your safe word.”
    She spoke without hesitation. “I promise.”
    “Take off all your clothes and hang them there.” He pointed to a wooden cupboard with hangers on a silver bar. “Then wait for me.”
    Gianni strode across the room to prepare physically and mentally for what was to come. He turned on music, a sequence of songs with a deep bass. Then he lowered the lights, giving the room an amber glow. Taking his time, he removed his clothes and draped them over a chair.
    His cock was erect, and he was all too aware of the extent of restraint that would be required to delay his own gratification. The thought of the extreme sex play, and the honor of seeing her response, sent heat flooding though him.
    And honor it was. Submission was not given lightly, and Gianni valued the power transferred to him. Although Leah held more power than she knew. She would soon find that out. Playing out the scene was a gift, but wholly dependent on her willingness. With just a word, she could stop everything, and Gianni would immediately discontinue play, if it came to that.
    Yet he didn’t think it would. Time away from the playroom hadn’t wiped out his experience. And the things he had done with Leah so far enabled him to be in tune with her preferences. He knew how far he could take her, and how she looked or responded when close to orgasm.
    Gianni would reach deep, and satisfy Leah in a way she hadn’t known she needed. During the scene he would discern what pleased her, and how much discomfort heightened the thrill. But most importantly, when to cease pressing. When to allow Leah release, or even to forbid it. The judgment was his.
    Walking around a cabinet, Gianni went to Leah. She was naked, with her long hair flowing down her back, touching just above her waist. The flawlessness of her skin, her swollen breasts, and her vulnerability gave her the look of an angel. Her hands rested on her thighs, and her eyes gazed down at the floor.
    “Stand up,” he said.
    Leah rose, but did not look into his eyes. Her obedience affected Gianni emotionally, and he knew she was ready for the scene.
    “For tonight, you may look at me,” he said. “I prefer to see your eyes. I want to watch your expressions.”
    She looked up, and the desire that filled her eyes gripped him to his very soul.
    “Stand in front of the apparatus,” he said, and Leah stepped over to it. He turned her to face him, then leaned her back against the red pad that supported her spine and head. “Spread your legs, and press the back of your calves against the cushions.”
    Leah did so, and Gianni knelt to tighten the leather straps around her ankles. Going behind the machine, he used another strap to bind her elbows together. The binding was not too tight, but enough to restrict her motion.
    Stepping in front of her, Gianni was satisfied with her bondage. With her elbows linked, Leah’s breasts arched toward him, and her nipples were distended. The straps at her ankles kept her legs apart. The look in her eyes told him the position excited her.
    To be in an environment where it was safe and acceptable to feel emotion was the freedom a submissive felt in bondage. Gianni didn’t need to tell her that. Leah was about to discover it on her own.
    The deep tones of the music reverberated against the walls. The richness of the sound added to the mood, the baleful tune dark and foreboding. Leah bit her lower lip nervously. Gianni looked at her sternly. “You may not speak unless I ask you a question. Then you will answer loud enough so I can hear you. Do you understand?”
    She nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
    “If I ask how