Her mind lingered on Aaron’s words from the night before, about how he’d read her books and used them to introduce her to new sexual highs. Now, she glanced down at the novel he’d left for her on the nightstand before departing for the day—well over three hundred pages wrapped in mystery. Books had always been her joy, but now that she knew Aaron used them as a tool to help her reach subspace and beyond, they held even more meaning. What new ideas would this book hold? And would he expect a new activity from her as soon as he got home? Her body shivered with anticipation, with the endless possibilities of what might lie within the creamy pages—of what ideas Aaron might want her to have while she waited for them to act it out on their own. Licking her lips, with the fire blazing in front of her, Alison opened the book to its cover page. The hard spine cracked as she opened it, and she scented the air, inhaling the aged paper, the black letters and the smooth ink.
