Leah's Seduction: 10 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) Read Free

whole package. She wasn’t the first to submit to him. But the emotions he had felt with her from the beginning were signs of a deep love. Now that Gianni recognized it, he intended to give her the pleasure she deserved.
    After returning to New York, they had enjoyed the playroom. But Gianni had purposely held back. He needed to feel his way, and reconcile being in love with heated sex play. Could he punish Leah if he had to? Or could he watch her agonize under his ministrations? Even withhold orgasm from her?
    The urge to protect her and give her everything conflicted with dominating her. Or so he thought. Whether the two would be compatible, he didn’t know. But he was left with no choice. Gianni loved her more than he had thought he could love a woman.
    There had to be a way to maintain the strength of the scenes in the playroom, yet steel his heart when he had to. For Leah he would figure it out. Because the only alternative was to give up the play, which would devastate them both.
    Gianni sipped his brandy and opened the journal. The satin ribbon marked the page where he should begin. He ran his fingertips over the lovely script in blue ink. It was almost as though he could feel her emotions emanate from the page. Then he started reading.
    What happened in Paris has fueled my submissive tendency. I wanted Gianni’s domination before. But now, knowing he loves me, I want it more. I feel safer, more certain. I trust him. I don’t have to hold back.
    Writing in this journal allows me to share my thoughts. And lately I’ve been thinking about boundaries. It occurs to me that Gianni might go easy on me, because he loves me. But it that is the precise reason that he should not.
    I want what he gives. I can take it. In the playroom, I try to show that. I don’t resist, and have not yet encountered anything I couldn’t deal with. That is largely due to Gianni’s expertise. I know he watches, and sees my reactions, being careful not to go too far.
    But as much as he thinks he knows me, he doesn’t completely. Gianni couldn’t. Because I have not voiced what I cling to deep inside. I don’t know what is behind my desire to submit to him. And I don’t need to. But I do know I’m prepared to give more than I have before.
    I want to play out my most decadent erotic fantasies with Gianni. And as much as we have done, and for all that we have grown, we aren’t there yet. From the start, each scene has taken both of us to new places. I cherished each intimate moment, and soaked up the impossible pain-edged pleasure, unable to get enough.
    Yet I want more. And I know Gianni does too. I can feel it. I can sense it, and see it in his eyes. My inclination is to give him all, go further, go beyond what we have done before. Out of love. And out of desire. Submitting is not finite.
    My love is boundless, and thus my submission is as well. If left to me, I might do more than we should. More than is wise. But that is why Gianni leads. Why he is in control. That’s as it should be.
    The playroom is an expression of emotion, beauty, and love. Through consent and trust we can explore that which was previously forbidden. And find new highs of pain and pleasure. My willingness to do so seems to have no limit.
    I’ve discovered giving power to Gianni is comforting and secure. Early in our relationship, I had doubts. Even though I did not say so. It was all so new, and hedged into the forbidden. But I experimented, and learned what I like.
    I could say Gianni seduced me, brought me into his lifestyle. But it wasn’t like that. As he once pointed out, I seduced him, every bit as much as I allowed him to seduce me. I’ve come to realize that it is my nature. I’ve embraced my submissiveness.
    Gianni indulges me, and gives me what I need. More than I expected. Only my need runs deep. Deeper than he dares conceive. Which is why I am writing this. I want him to know. Yet when I look into his eyes, words escape me. My mind goes blank.
    Only