Leah's Seduction: 8 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) (4 page)

Chapter 7

Years earlier, Leah had seen a Stanley Kubrick film where the actors had worn masks during sex. The scenes had been erotic, leaving her with a lingering fantasy about the sensual masks. She had wanted one of her own, and imagined what it would be like.

Gianni’s gift was exactly as she had imagined. It was exquisite in design; even holding it was sensual. In the movie, the masks had imbued a simmering sexuality that was slightly dangerous. And allowed one to release sexual desire that would otherwise have been repressed.

Covering part of the face provided anonymity. Though Leah would be known to Gianni, the disguise added subtle mystery, and thus excitement. For Leah, the mask was also elegant, and reminded her of the elaborate masks women of high social status had worn in eighteen-century Europe.

The fact that Gianni had read her musings in her journal was thrilling. Leah didn’t know if he would play it out exactly as she had fantasized, or would embellish the scene. It would be like him to add his own touch.

When they returned to the condo, Gianni ordered her to the playroom. “Remove all your clothes, and wear the thong I’ve left for you,” he said. Leah held the wrapping paper with the lovely mask inside. Her hand trembled.

“I’ll take that,” he said, holding out his hand.

Leah put the mask into his care, and left to do as he had ordered. The room was inviting. She stepped inside. The sound system could be started from inside or outside the room, and music was already on. Gianni had chosen an orchestral performance of Johann Sebastian Bach’s music. Leah admired the artistic beauty of the piece.

The erotic mural covering one entire wall set the mood. She ran her fingertips over the smooth surface as she walked by, and could feel the sexuality radiating from the scandalous scenes. Her skin tingled with anticipation.

Across the room, Leah spotted the thong hanging from a peg. It was little more than string. Next to it hung a long satin dress in a matching purple color. A note in Gianni’s handwriting said:
Wear this too
.

Leah was enthralled. The dress was in the style she could have worn to enjoy Bach’s music in the century it was written. It looked authentic, and she knew Gianni must have had it custom made. She ran her hands over the satin fabric accented with embroidery and lace, then crinkled the skirt in her hands.

It felt so good. Leah removed all her clothes, except for the stilettos. Teetering in them, she put on the thong. The narrow string slipped between her ass cheeks, and elastic clung low on her hips. In the front there was a strip of purple lace that covered little.

She turned to look in the mirror imagining Gianni’s reaction to seeing her in the high heels and barely there undergarment. Leah was tempted to stay as she was, but he had instructed her to wear the fancy dress. She took it from the hanger and slipped it on. It was low-cut in the back, and with effort, she was able to zip it up.

In keeping with the theme, Leah turned to the mirror and twisted up her long hair into a more elegant style. She secured it with a clip that she kept in a drawer. Satisfied, she spun around, letting the vibration of the music fill her veins.

Gianni hadn’t said to wait for him, so she was uncertain if he expected her to kneel on the rug. It would have been difficult, dressed as she was. Before she could make her decision, Gianni opened the door and stepped inside.

Leah’s heart skipped a beat. In one hand, Gianni carried the delicate mask. He was shirtless, and wore only his dress slacks. Her eyes drifted over his broad shoulders to his narrow waist, and down his lean thighs. Seeing him walk barefooted across the polished floor gave her the urge to drop to the floor and kiss his feet.

The music played in the background, and the subdued lighting completed the sensual atmosphere. Leah couldn’t take her eyes off Gianni as he walked toward her. There was something in his demeanor, and it was different.

He stood close. Leah inhaled his masculine scent and felt the heat of his skin. “You look very elegant,” he said, “and very sexy.” The sound of his voice was a caress to her very soul. Leah felt strangely weak.

He lifted the satin mask, then gently put it over her eyes. Stepping behind her, Gianni tied the white satin ribbons to hold it in place. Leah could see as well as before, but the feel of the mask changed her mood. She felt sexy and mysterious. A thrill ran up her spine.

Gianni bowed, and then opened his arms. Leah allowed him to guide her in a slow waltz. It bore little resemblance to a formal dance of that earlier romantic century, but moving together was an alluring preface for what was to come. As Gianni stepped gracefully, Leah floated in his arms, giddy with the feel of him near.

The music played continuously, and even in her high heels, Leah felt light as a feather. It was as though Gianni had cast a spell over her, and they had moved back in time. Back to a moment when they might have danced, just as they were.

Only then, the clothing would have been designed for propriety, not the lascivious intent evident in Gianni’s demeanor. And the mask would have protected her innocence, not beckoned her lover toward the forbidden. The contrast between then and now added to her titillation.

Under the expensive dress, Leah wore next to nothing. The fabric caressed her skin as they moved, and she drank in the sight of Gianni bare-chested. As they moved to the music, his biceps flexed and his buff chest gleamed in the dim light. She was wet for him, and had been from the moment he entered the room.

Leah wanted to rake her tongue over his skin and taste his male flavor. Gianni held her in his strong arms and swayed to the music. The dress pants hung just so over his hips, and his blue eyes were commanding. Without Leah realizing it was happening, the tone changed.

Maybe it was the steely look he gave her, or the way Gianni held her tighter. Or that he moved slower, and her pulse raced. Without a word, he stood facing her, and reached behind to lower her zipper. In a fluid motion, the beautiful dress slipped down, leaving her bare except for the thong. He guided her to step out of the dress.

Gianni ran his fingertip along the bottom rim of the mask, and Leah placed her palm on his chest. He cupped her swollen breasts and bent to kiss along her collarbone. Her nipples ached for his touch, and thankfully, he sucked one and then the other.

But his ministrations did not remain gentle. He bit her nipples lightly and tugged, sending a mild sensation of pain through her. Leah’s breathing was ragged and her knees weak. She gasped when he tugged harder, and warmth flooded her lower body.

Gianni raked the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, then slid it inside. Leah pressed her mouth to his, welcoming his kiss. He put his hand on her low back, pulling her closer. She arched her back and folded into him.

The kiss was long and desperate. He tasted so good, Leah wanted more. She gasped when he pulled back. He eyed her naked body, then took her by the hand. They hadn’t participated in suspension play often. But it was hot when they did.

Gianni took her to a swing that was suspended from a steel support. It had been made to his specifications, but he had not tried it with her before. Leah was a little afraid, as she always was with something new. But she let him show her how to get into it.

There was a wide leather seat that fit under the backs of her thighs to support her weight. Another leather strap was behind her mid-back, and she could lean against it. Gianni lifted her wrists, clipping them into cuffs on each side, over her head.

Showing no emotion, Gianni guided her feet into stirrups. She was able to bend her knees or stretch out her legs, since the leather supports were moveable. Leah was exposed in many ways, not the least of which was that her bare ass hung over the leather thigh strap.

The thought of what that meant made her a little nervous. Gianni looked at her, his steely blue eyes showing no mercy. He touched his finger to her lips, then over the embroidered mask. It reminded her of the allure it gave her, although it was unable to protect her from his ministrations.

The music was louder than it had been before, providing a crescendo of sound to the experience. Gianni looked at her, and Leah flinched. “We are clear that you can use your safe word?”

“Yes.”

“You are in control, and can stop me with just one word. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Gianni paused, and she bit her lower lip, worried. She shouldn’t be. This was a man she knew. Yet fear welled inside. Leah didn’t know what this would be like, and under Gianni’s intense gaze, she wavered.

He went to the cupboard and got a long implement that he hadn’t used before. Gianni held the leather grip and moved the rod. The braided leather tip moved freely, and the tassel at the top swung in the air.

Gianni held the menacing tool in front of her. “When I flick the tassel against your skin, you will feel short, sharp, powerful stings.”

Leah felt vulnerable, and her safe word came to mind. But it was too soon. She could endure. She trusted Gianni.

He placed the tassel over her breasts and dragged it along her skin. It was deceptively soft. That wouldn’t last. Gianni teased her thighs with the leather, and then stroked it over her belly. It felt good, and Leah relaxed.

But she shouldn’t have. Gianni went behind her and touched the tassel to her bare ass. Then he whipped it, stinging her skin. She gasped. Again he flicked it, and another sting radiated through her. Over and over he whipped her, and her ass stung.

The biting sensation turned her on, and her clit was tense, her skin on fire. She didn’t question that she liked it and wanted more. It hurt. Just enough. And the sting made her burn. Deep inside, Leah longed for the whip.

With her ass on fire, Gianni came back around so he was in front of her. He dragged the leather strip over her mouth, and Leah gripped it with her teeth. Lust flared in Gianni’s eyes, and he paused. When she released the tassel, he whipped it over her thighs.

The strokes were not as forceful, but stung just as much. Each lick of her skin sent sensation straight to her clit. Gianni whipped enticingly, and boldly stung over the tops of her breasts. Leah’s breathing was ragged, and her heart pounded.

The hurt came, and she wanted more of it. Gianni flicked her nipples until they were hard little pebbles and ached deliciously. Then he whipped over her sex, still covered by the lacy patch of her thong. Through the thin material, it stung sharply.

He whipped erratically over her arms, her ribs, her thighs. Time meant nothing. Nor space. Leah floated on a cloud of sensation. He flicked the tassel over her, and minutes, maybe hours, ticked by. There was only Gianni. And the sting of his whip. Then he flicked in a rhythm over her sex.

She didn’t need to see his eyes to know his message. Precisely he stroked until she was perilously close to orgasm. Then he withdrew the whip and tossed it to the floor. Leah whimpered. He couldn’t stop now. She couldn’t endure the neglect.

Gianni leaned in and nipped at her tender flesh. First her inner thighs. Then over her vulva. Her skin was alive, every nerve ending on edge, and Leah balanced on the edge of release. Gripping the thong, Gianni ripped it off with one strong pull, and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

It was heavenly: the heat of his lips, the tease of his tongue. Her skin tingled from the whip, and her clit tightened, pushing her to release. He bit over her sex, then nipped at her tender flesh. But he pulled away just before she could get satisfaction. Leah whimpered in agony.

Gianni dropped his pants, and in her haze, Leah saw him fist his thick cock. It was a fantasy come to life. Suspended in the swing, she was his to take. The light pressure over her face was a reminder of the erotic mask. She still wore her stilettos, and the image of her vulnerable position in the swing flashed through her mind.

He stood between her legs and pierced his hot shaft into her. Grabbing the chain suspending the swing, he pulled her into him, plunging deep in one forceful motion. He stretched her as he thrust inside, and used the swing to pump into her.

The universe centered with Gianni. His cock was buried deep, and his scent filled her nostrils. Leah’s nipples were distended, and her muscles taut. He had brought her close, over and over. Now she feared she would explode at any moment.

With his hands on her burning ass, holding her against him, Gianni bent down to flick her nipples with his tongue. Never enough. Still teasing. Leah moaned through her panting. Then he put one nipple in his mouth, and sucked. Hard.

It was too much. Deep in her core, Leah clenched. And Gianni fucked her fiercely, using the swing for leverage. When he pulled her, Leah slapped against him, her feet held wide by the stirrups. She had no defense, nor did she crave any.

There was no way to mitigate what happened. Gianni was in control. Always in control. That was the way she wanted it. His strength, the way he fucked her with abandon, spiraled her arousal higher. Then his cock pulsed. Just once.

She caught the look in his eyes, and clenched around him. There was nothing she wanted more than to give into release. No man she wanted but Gianni. The sensation was everything. He was all. Leah had no will to ask for permission. As he relentlessly stroked in and out, she came apart.

The whip, the delays, the teasing: all of it crashed together. Leah cried out, and as the delicious waves rolled through her, Gianni’s body turned to steel. He released inside her, moaning loudly. He filled her with his cum, and Leah felt him shudder from the strength of his climax.