Leah's Seduction: 8 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) by Emily Jane Trent

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