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voice.
    His fingers started at her temple and feathered across her cheek to the edge of her lips, his pinky tracing the line of her jaw. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. He touched her with total concentration, as if there was no bustling of half-dressed people around them, no scream at the strike of a cane. She couldn’t filter out all the distractions, but it was clear that he was utterly focused. His gaze was intense, demanding her attention as well.
    A simple touch shouldn’t be so powerful.
    He turned his hand, caressing her cheek with the knuckles this time. She shivered.
    “Your reactions are beautiful, Amanda.”
    “I don’t usually react this way. You’ve barely touched me.” And I want more.
    He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth, expecting him to deepen the kiss, but instead he pulled back, regret and desire mixing on his face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “This is a lot to take in.”
    She nodded. Maybe he was distracted by everything after all. She couldn’t blame him. She had a hard time being completely focused at Excess, and she was used to the place. For a newcomer, it was overwhelming. She wanted him to take charge, but it was unfair of her. “I could show you around more, if you want. Introduce you to the owners. It’s a lot to deal with your first time. Just—”
    “Just what?” He looked amused.
    “Just don’t forget that you’re going to spank me.”
    He chuckled. “Have you been a bad girl, Amanda?”
    Her mind flashed to all the things she’d done, all the people she’d played with. “Oh, you have no idea.” She didn’t think having so much sex was truly wrong, but it didn’t matter. She loved to pretend she was being punished. If it made him hot too, so much the better. Some of the more jaded doms didn’t bother with a rationale for a scene. For them it was all about technique. She didn’t expect much technique from Jeremy, but if he made up for it with enthusiasm, she’d be satisfied. Besides, she could always offer helpful hints.
    I can train him. It wasn’t a very submissive thought. It was followed by a darker one. The old club owner, Vincent, had trained her once. As with everyone he trained, until he met Susan, he gave her up once his work was done. If I train Jeremy, am I going to just be giving some other woman a good time, without anything for myself?
    “I think I do,” he said drily. “By all means, show me around.”
    They walked about, looking at scenes. Amanda gave him a running commentary. Jeremy asked the occasional innocent question. The knee-weakening moment of his touch was gone, and Amanda was back in charge, in her comfort zone. As she led him into the dungeon room, she yearned to feel that intensity again.
    Lord Kelvin—not his real name—was doing fire play with Eric, another one of the regulars. They were doing it on a table that was set up to look like a medieval rack. “It looks dangerous, but it only burns for a moment,” Amanda said as Kelvin’s hand smothered a line of burning alcohol on Eric’s back. “It doesn’t even feel as scary as wax. Looks great, though.”
    “It does look great,” Jeremy agreed. “Would you rather have your top make what he’s doing with you look great or feel great?”
    For a newbie, it was an insightful question, she thought. “It depends.” She’d loved a few scenes she’d done that were just for show. She didn’t feel she looked that great most of the time. If a dom could bring that out, it could be wonderful, but she knew why a lot of doms concentrated on how it looked. They wanted other people to want to play with them. There was nothing wrong with that, but she didn’t want that from Jeremy. For a while, I want to have him to myself. I’ll release him when I’m done. Oooh, that wasn’t a very submissive thought, either.
    “What does it depend on?”
    “On whether there’s someone else I’d rather be playing with than the dom I’m