She finds it. And he reads to her

It takes Marian about five minutes to find two copies of the book. Smiling, she hands both copies to Professor Paulham, who accepts them from her and bestows another glittering smile on her.

"So very effective. Thank you, Ms....?"

"Dewey, Marian Dewey."

"What a singularly appropriate surname for a librarian," he smiles, then looks down at the two volumes in his hand. "This is one more than I need. You haven't read this, I assume?"

"No, I haven't. Actually, I've never heard of it before."

"You should give it a try Ms. Dewey. Or may I call you Marian? Excellent. I think you'd find it most enlightening. I recommend it very highly." As he speaks Professor Paulham hands her one of the volumes.

"I've got several books that I'm reading right now," she said, moving to put the book back in the shelves.

"Ah, but none that will speak so clearly to you. At least, not if I am judging you correctly," he said, flashing her the same vulpine smile and setting her belly fluttering again. Flipping open his copy, he ran his finger down a page and started to read aloud.

“Would she ever dare tell him that no pleasure, no joy, no figment of her imagination could ever compete with the happiness she felt at the way he used her with such utter freedom, at the notion that he could do anything with her, that there was no limit, no restriction in the manner with which, on her body, he might search for pleasure?”

Marian felt her face heating as she blushed, lowering her eyes in shy embarrassment as he read, her belly fluttering madly.