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the book called facesitting or queening. The female would essentially squat over the man’s face, practically smothering him until he pleased her to her liking. The whole idea sounded risky, especially when compared to a female sucking a male. At least she could still breathe!
    From just this one book, Alison learned about corporal punishment, causing a man pain and then finally, refusing a man—her Aaron—permission to orgasm. Rubbing at her eyes, Alison set the book in her lap. As her clit throbbed from the mental stimuli, her mind refused to believe it was something Aaron would ever want or expect her to do.
    Even so, he’d given her the book for a reason. So, taking a breath, she did the same as always. She kept reading. Maybe there was something she was missing, something that could tell her why Aaron had bought the book for her in the first place.
     
    * * * *
     
    Exhausted from her day of reading and frustrated with the ending of her book, Alison rested on her chair, her robe in place. Most nights, her mind would obsess over what she’d read, but tonight, she was more than happy to forget all about it. He brought home the wrong book. She was sure of it. The entire time, she had been expecting the woman to remove the man’s chastity belt, to please him, to offer him release. It had never happened, and now she felt just as sexually frustrated as the man in the story probably had.
    After stoking the fire, Alison sat back down in her chair, glaring at the book now resting on the mantelpiece. She nearly jumped when she heard the click of the lock on the front door, soon followed by Aaron’s distinct footsteps.
    Without looking at him, she buried her hands in her lap and bowed her head. She glanced at him anxiously once he’d reached her side, her robe hanging over her shoulders just the way he liked. She waited patiently for him to untie the rope around her waist, to remove the robe and to kiss her bare skin. None of these things happened. Her body screamed for his attention, but all he did was sit in front of her, his head bowed.
    Alison’s cheeks grew hot as her stomach growled, so loudly, in fact, that Aaron lifted his head and smiled.
    “Did you not eat today?” he asked with surprise.
    “I forgot,” Alison said gently, nodding to her book above the fireplace.
    Hell, she hadn’t even stopped to please herself to the edge of a climax after lunch. She’d been so focused on the book and its hidden meaning that she’d forgotten to do much else. Aside from the occasional bathroom break, she’d neglected to clean the house, eat or even nap. Her eyes were heavy, but she made sure he didn’t notice.
    “Did you nap?” Aaron asked, as if he could hear her thoughts.
    “No, Sir,” Alison said, defaulting to her role as a sub. She hoped it would be enough to show him she was willing and waiting—the same as always.
    Either out of concern or as a test, Aaron ignored her formality outside the bedroom, his voice falling silent.
    Minutes passed until finally, he spoke. “What did you learn today?”
    Unlike most of her books, which seemed to have some sort of magic spell hidden inside, this new one had left her confused. The Dom in her book had been female, not male. And the male sub had acted the way she did every day with Aaron. None of it felt right to her. Surely he hadn’t given her the book as a way to suggest that they switch roles. It was times like this that she wished he would tell her what he wanted. Then again, if their roles had reversed since this morning, he’d have no reason to command her at all.
    Before the silence could muffle her words for good, Alison blurted out her frustration, “I thought you and I agreed on being intellectual equals when we first started going together.”
    Aaron nodded. “We did.”
    “Then why won’t you talk to me? We always talk about my books, and about your work.”
    “We did.”
    “Did?”
    “My rules are not your rules, Alison.”
    Alison frowned. “So