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caring,” he said. “And the marks he’s making are going to stay with her for a while. I’m not sure I could use a cane in such a fashion.”
    Ah, newbies. Although he was a perceptive newbie. “Even if I—I mean, she—wanted to be marked?”
    “There are marks, and there are marks. It’s a matter of degree. I presume if she didn’t want it, she’d use her safe word. But she’s clearly suffering; she’s not an out-and-out masochist. So yes, I presume she wants the marks. Still, he takes pleasure in it that I could not.”
    Amanda nodded. One session with Imad had been enough for her. He was kind and considerate, but he was also a sexual sadist. Giving pain was what got him hard, and he made no apologies for it. The more it hurt, the more he liked it. Amanda liked intensity, but what gave Imad pleasure and what she enjoyed were too far apart for them to be good partners. She had to hand it to Imad, though. When he realized it wasn’t working, he’d made sure of her pleasure rather than his own. He deserved someone compatible.
    “What would you take pleasure in?” she asked.
    Jeremy turned to her, and she was struck by the sudden intensity of his gaze. “I’d like to bend you over my knee and spank you.”
    “Oh.” She’d asked an abstract question, and he’d suddenly made it about him and her. An image of herself, ass skyward, flashed through her head. She waited. He’ll turn away, shy when he doesn’t get an answer right away. And then I’ll tell him I’m interested.
    But he didn’t.
    “I meant in general,” she said.
    “No you didn’t. You walked all the way around the room to talk to me.”
    “You were watching me.”
    “You’re a pleasure to watch.”
    Amanda blushed. “Are you always so direct?”
    “I don’t know.” He smiled. “It’s my first time, remember? But yeah, I’m straight with people. It saves a lot of trouble in the long run. What would you take pleasure in, Amanda?”
    “Um. The spanking sounds good.”
    She expected to find relief on his face, or excitement, but instead there was something unreadable. He couldn’t have said it hoping I’d say no, could he? But of course he could. He’s new. He’s not sure his desires are okay. I remember being uncertain once, half hoping that dates wouldn’t turn out to be all I fantasized about so I wouldn’t have to confront the reality that my wants were needs.
    She’d run from herself several times after that, thinking she’d scratched a few items off her bucket list and now she could go back to being normal. Vanilla. But she knew now that it was a mistake, that kink was in her blood. And she wasn’t going to let him make the same mistake. “Let’s do it, then.”
    He chuckled. “What? No negotiation, no discussion of limits?”
    “You can touch me after if you want,” she said. “But no sex.” The thought of his fingers on her made her wet.
    “No penetration of any kind.”
    It sounded like a statement, but it had to be a question. “Fingers would be okay.”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “I have limits too.”
    That didn’t sound like a personal limit to her. That sounded like the sort of limit a man had when they had another partner at home. “Are you married? Seeing someone?” It wasn’t a deal breaker for her, if he’d been given permission by his partner, but how to be sure of that? Guys would say all sorts of things.
    He frowned, and then his face went blank. “No. Widowed. No other partners.”
    She’d touched a sore point. “How long has she been gone?”
    “Three years. We’re not talking about her.” His face softened. “This is about us, and a moment.” He reached up and put his hand toward her face, and then stopped. “May I touch you?”
    She could almost feel his hand against her cheek already, it was so close. A moment. She was good at living life for the moment, especially at Excess. She nodded, wanting to feel his hand, afraid to reveal too much or too little of desire with her