Leah's Seduction: 10 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) by Emily Jane Trent

consuming.
    This time she didn’t cry. Leah didn’t want to. She drifted on a cloud of sexual grace, and was honored to serve. Utter satisfaction swept through her like an emotional storm. The pain and denial of her own gratification was her gift to the man she loved.
    The greater the pain, the greater the joy of submission. Leah pressed her cheek to the bed, willing to push the limit of her suffering. Craving the exotic emotion of submission like a drug. She whispered, “I’m yours.”
    Gianni touched the tip of his cock to her wet juices, and Leah shuddered. When he slipped his hand around the elastic on the back of the garter belt, it tightened against her belly. Gianni yanked on it, pulling her closer. He dipped his thick knob into her, and it felt so good. A sense of relief surged. Then he pushed deeper, stretching her. The sound of her voice echoed in the room; it was a cry of pleasure.
    He pulled tightly on the leash, and Leah was acutely aware of the collar on her neck, personifying the emotions welling inside. Then Gianni grasped her hips in both hands and thrust into her. She moaned and arched her back, grabbing a fistful of sheets.
    He pounded into her, and her breasts grazed the bed with every stroke. Leah lost all sense of reality. It wasn’t play anymore. It was real. Gianni took her, and she submitted. And with that he gave her what she truly wanted. Satisfied a need so great it defied description.
    The music boomed and the room flashed white. Leah glimpsed the black satin gloves she still wore. Gianni’s huge cock pulsed, and he stroked faster. “Come now, baby. I want to feel you come underneath me.” He paused, panting hard. “You deserve it. Come as hard as you like.”
    The powerful sensations in her body transitioned to waves of orgasm without pause. Deep in her core, Leah’s muscles clenched. And she couldn’t come hard enough or long enough. The crescendo of feeling that had built inside her exploded into shudders of ecstasy.
    As she trembled and cried out with relief, Gianni fucked her hard. Then he went still, and his cock pulsed inside her, over and over. He flooded her with cum, and gripped her hips, pressing her against him. His heavy panting eclipsed the music.
    Then Leah slumped against the sheets. Her body hummed, and her skin tingled. Gianni undid the collar. He removed the bustier, the garter belt and stockings, and then the gloves. Leah wasn’t sure she could move. Pulling her into his arms, Gianni moved up on the bed and put pillows under them.
    High from the thrill of submission, Leah floated in his arms. He kissed her head and wrapped her tighter in his arms. The warmth of his body around her was comforting. Calm and satisfied, she rested. But she didn’t doze. Just the opposite.
    Leah was more alert than she had been before. She was aware of every breath, every sound, every touch. Gianni was pressed close to her, and the intimacy could not be described. The scene, that moment after having given all, was poetry come to life.
    He stroked her hair. “I love you, baby. You are amazing.”
    She smiled. The love they shared merged with the passion. It fueled the scenes in the playroom, being the lifeblood of their connection. And she knew falling in love had only strengthened Gianni’s ability to dominate.
    He dominated out of desire to have her, and she submitted, wanting nothing more than to be his. Love did not put a damper on either one, but fanned the flames of erotic need into a roaring fire. Gianni kissed her again. “Your submission is a gift,” he said. “I cherish it. And I cherish you.”
    Leah stroked her fingertips over Gianni’s arm. “I wrote in my journal that I wanted you to push my limits. And you did. You understood my need and didn’t hesitate to challenge me.”
    “I can’t tell you what it meant to me to see you in that state. I want to take you there many times. I don’t want to stop going there with you. Ever.” Gianni put his palm on her thigh.