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

Author:Trent, Emily Jane [Trent, Emily Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Camden Lee Press, LLC
Published: 2014-11-30T08:00:00+00:00

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.

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