She's excited

“Mr. P?” Alison's doe-eyes widen and then drop to her to where her hands are clutching the books tightly. “You want me to be your -” she pauses long enough to take a deep breath that lifts her breasts dangerously against her tight bodice before the last three words come out in a hushed whisper, “your ****-girl?” I'm pretty sure this is something she has thought about when she's alone in the darkness, but I decide to play my cards close to my chest.

“Considering what you told me last night and these erotic fantasies of yours, I think you should do a little reading on the topic.” Alison's expression changes to one of serious contemplation. She studies the covers of the three books carefully. She could easily be one of the Earth girls harvested by Gorean slavers and brought to their alien planet to serve the warlords of that savage world. Unlike the unfortunate souls in Norman's counter-Earth world who were terrified to find themselves auctioned off to cold-hearted men eager to sample their firm young bodies, Alison seems be excited by the idea.

“I'd have to let you do anything you wanted, wouldn't I?” Her breathing deepens and the color in her cheeks has nothing to do with the romp we just had on her bed. “Is that what you want, Mr. P? A hot young body to own completely and for your pleasure?”

“That sounds good to me, but I want you to on-board with this.” I tell her before adding one note of caution about the books. “There are a good number of pretty sever lashings in those books, I'm not going to do anything like that.” Alison's eyes widen and then drop once again so all I see are the thick eyelashes that veil her eyes.

“But what if I need to be punished, Mr. P?” Her voice is so low I can barely make out the words, “What if I refuse to obey you like a good ****?”

I am a little startled by her questions. Does she want me to whip her? I've never really been turned on by causing others pain, but the mental image of Alison bent over and me caning her bare white thighs with a flexible rod is somehow intriguing. Instead of diving deeper into this dangerous path, I decide to punt.

“Well, I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when and if we get to it, won't we?”

“Yes, ... Master.” I can see Alison use the word carefully, testing how it feels like a swimmer dipping her toe in the pool before diving in.

“Are you sure about this, Alison?” Even with everything I've learned about this adventurous young woman, I still have trouble accepting that she wants this as much as I do. Her nod is accompanied by a sly smile.

“But Mr. P, if we are going to do this, I want to do it right.” When I raise my brow in a silent inquiry, she takes my hands in hers and squeezes them fiercely. “If you want me as a ****, I think you should have to earn it. I think you should have to hunt me down and take me.”