(Master Ken above - gah, faints at his sexiness)

Chapter 34 Healing Touch

Tai

"Mmmm," I groan as strong fingers dig into the muscles of my lower back.

"Take a deep breath, then let it out slowly as I push down, there you go, that's it."

Master Ken's voice, barely above a whisper could put me in a trance alone, but his hands; they are magic. They should be licensed and regulated. Only for me. Yeah, that's fair. I wish.

This is the third night in a row he's come to my apartment to see me, after blowing my mind (among other things) in his playroom at the club. We didn't scene, he said no scening until after I'm fully healed. He put some special balm on my ankle and then wrapped it in these weird dried leaves. They were big and he had heated them up between wet towels. Yeah, he has a towel heater in his playroom. He uses it to warm his sub's muscles before and after a scene. Did I mention his amazingness?

It's been great seeing him every night. It feels...well, like having a boyfriend.

Master Ken is different. He's not a big talker, he communicates in other ways. He's very intense and the way he stares into my eyes when we're doing a rope scene, is hypnotic. I seriously think he does put me into a trance when he's with me. I can't wait until I'm healed.

"I seriously feel so much better already Master, I think I can get rid of the crutches by the weekend."

"Not until your physical therapist gives you approval to do so Tai."

"Lane's going to check me out tomorrow. He's interning with one of PT's at the University Health Center this semester so he's overseeing Lane's treatment of me. They both said between the exercises and your magic hands I'm healing way fast."

"You have a strong and resilient body which you take care of, so I'm not surprised."

"Thank you Sir."

"Don't move," he whispers a few minutes later, after he's finished massaging every part of my body and my skin is tingling. I'm lying naked, on my stomach, on my bed. Master Ken, shirtless since he turned up the heat in my apartment, steps out of the room into my bathroom, so I close my eyes and relax into the soft mattress.

I smile when I faintly hear a zipper being pulled down and am soon rewarded with a warm, equally naked body draping over my back, just enough weight pressing down to make me feel the deep heat from his body transfer into mine.

He slowly rocks his hips, just enough to get my blood pooling in my groin and my breath hitching. When I said there was no scening until I'm healed, it didn't mean that we didn't do anything. Just no Kinbaku or anything that involved putting strain on my body, but Master Ken's healing techniques also include plenty of pleasure. Healing is a process for the mind, body and soul – all working together.

"Is this okay?" he whispers in my ear as I feel his semi-erect shaft pressing into my cleft between my ass cheeks.

Arching my back I press into him. "It's way better than okay. Thank you Master."

"Your pleasure is my pleasure sayang, the way you freely give yourself over to me, it's truly a gift."

Master Ken puts a hand on my wrists, which are crossed above my head. When I'm not tied up, I've come to realize that it's a sign that he doesn't want me to move. His other hand moves down my side as he leans down placing small kisses on my neck and the top of my back. The way he always explores my body with this sense of fascination makes me feel...important, cherished, powerful. It's amazing.

As he moves lower down my body, kissing, biting lightly, tasting, I keep myself still, knowing he will tell me to move when he wants me too.

"Your skin is so beautiful," he murmurs, then drags his tongue along my beltline, "so perfect." His hand begins to knead the right cheek of my ass and I hum in pleasure and anticipation, pushing back against his hand. A slap to my ass startles me. "Patience sayang, don't rush to the destination when the journey is so pleasing."

"Yes Master," I sigh lazily, not hiding the grin on my face.

Taking a deep breath I center myself the way Master Ken has taught me. Put myself in the here and now. Focus inward, anticipate nothing, let each touch, each caress fill my whole world. He moves leisurely and methodically and I lose all sense of time.

A finger slowly moves down my cleft, so incredibly slow that my skin tingles and a shudder runs through me. Eventually the digit nudges my entrance and I feel my cock strain underneath, precum sliding onto my sheets. He's skirting the line between pleasure and torture as I fight to keep my body still and relaxed, though his torture doesn't involve pain, it involves patience.

"Good boy," he whispers, then spreads my cheeks wide with his hands.

"Uhhhmmm," I moan when his tongue follows the path his finger had previously explored. He lets out a low moan as he reaches my most sensitive area and his tongue works the tight muscle into submission. Trying to relax while the sexiest man alive rims you to death, is the best kind of torture.

He makes a sound like a hum or a moan and it makes me heady with pleasure that I might be the cause of his pleasure. Eventually, when every muscle in my body is like mush and I've almost completely melted into the sheets, he moves back up my body until I feel the head of his cock pushing against my entrance. I'm completely relaxed and prepped so as he slides into me I feel nothing but immense pleasure, so much I'm giddy with it.

When I try to move my hips, to give back, he puts a hand on my shoulders. "Don't move sayang, I'm taking care of you tonight."

I'm going to have to ask him later what sayang means. Right now I'm just going to let him take over my body and do as he pleases. "Ahhhh," I groan as he picks up the pace while still making sure his thrusts are gentle. I want to tell him he doesn't have to be that gentle with me, but I'm smart enough to know he'll still do it his way so I just languish in the moment.

As his hips move over me, his mouth caresses my neck and it all begins to create a maelstrom of sensation, especially in my groin. My skin tingles and my heart rate picks up and I feel my erection pressing between my stomach and the bed. While the friction is desirable, the pressure is becomes uncomfortable. I move my hips trying to alleviate some of it and Master Ken must recognize my predicament because he glides a hand around my middle and picks my body up, pinning it against his. That same hand slides over my shaft and begins pumping it in the same measured pace within minutes we're both breathing heavily. I'm the first to fall into the abyss. My body shudders, a wave of heat hits me and I feel weightless, like I'm flying. I hear Master Ken gasp a second later and his hips thrust two more times until he holds me still as is cock pulses deep inside me.

The feeling of him letting go, overflowing, spurting inside me supercharges my abating orgasm and my shaft throbs again and squirts out more cum. I feel dizzy and overwhelmed, unable to keep my eyes open as Master Ken gently places me back down onto the bed. I'm vaguely aware of him cleaning me, moving my body to a cleaner part of the bed and wrapping his body around me before I drift off into the most restful sleep imaginable.

Payton

"Sebastien, what is this I hear you're not coming with us to Spring break?!" Tommy asks loudly as he sits down at the table.

Sebastien blushes and looks stricken.

"Did that asshole say you can't go?" Lane says, sitting up at attention.

"No...it's not like that," Sebastien stammers, "I...um, some friends are coming to visit."

"You have friends?" Chris asks and we all glare at him.

"We're his friends," I snap, "of course he would have friends in L.A. too."

We all turn our attention back to Sebastien.

"Um, yeah. Benji and Finn. They asked if they could visit and I um..." his voice peters out and he looks down at his hands.

"It's okay Sebastien, but next year, you definitely have to come with us," Tommy finally says when he doesn't finish his sentence.

Relief spreads over his face and he quickly nods.

"So will you bring your friends here, I wish we could meet them," Tommy asks, "When are they coming?"

"Um, I think the Saturday after mid-terms, just for a few days."

"Are they submissives?" I ask.

"Just Benji, not Finn. I don't think he'll want to come here."

"Where will you take them? I know where all the best shopping is?" Tai says making me chuckle.

"Finn wants to go to the art district, he's an artist."

"I know some good places to go, Master Saber was telling me about them," I pipe up. Of course all eyes turn to me and it's my turn to blush. "What?"

"Payton ran across him when we were shopping last weekend," Tommy explains to the others.

"They went to a museum and lunch," Tai adds. I look over at Chris and he has a slight pained expression

"Like a fucking date?" Lane asks, "that sounds so...normal."

"Noooo, it wasn't a date. He saw me sitting on the stairs of the museum when I was getting some fresh air and we just ended up going in at the same time. Then, we were hungry after and he told me about a good place and we went. No big deal. He's really nice though, so different than the others."

"Stay away from Master Lucien," Chris says gravely and all eyes turn to him. We all know something happened the last time he was in the dungeon with the Fearsome Four, but he won't talk about it, especially when Lane is around.

"I know Chris." I say, hoping to assure him.

"Chris, if something happened, you should really tell Matthias about it," Lane says.

"Yeah dude," Ashton adds.

"Nothing happened that I didn't want," he says sounding defeated, "Master Lucien is just way beyond what Payton could or should handle." Before anyone can say anything Chris stands up. "I've gotta go meet Master Clark, I'll see you guys later."

"Okay, see ya," we all say.

"Chris," Ashton calls out before he's gone too far. Chris turns back to his best friend. "Saxon got a '94 Ducati Monster 900SS in the shop that he's restoring. You want to go see it with me tomorrow? He said we could start it up, take it around the block if we want."

"Sure man, those things are sweet. Just text me when you want to meet up."

"Cool."

Chris turns back, heading in the direction of the playrooms. We hang out a little while longer before I feel a little antsy and tell them I'm going to get a drink and wander around for a bit.

After Scotty mixes me a cranberry and fizzy lemonade, I wander into the showroom to see who's around.

"You haven't called me."

I stiffen at the sound of his deep voice behind me. "I wasn't planning to. Sir."

"Fair enough," he says as he walks around in front of me, standing close enough to make me feel dwarfed by his stature. Why are all the Doms here so freaking big?! "Well, I'm officially a legal member now, so we'll probably be seeing each other around the club when I'm not away on business."

I say nothing as Remy's eyes lock on mine, so after a few seconds he continues.

"I've been out of town the last several weeks, Christophe and I have been visiting our top clients, making introductions, but that will slow down soon and I can actually have some time to get my apartment set up and..." He stops short, I don't know if it's the expression on my face that stops him. But what part of him thinks we can stand here and talk like two old pals?

"I'm sorry Master Remington, I..."

He sighs and steels his expression.

"It's good seeing you again Payton, you look great."

"Thank you Sir, you do too. I, um. I'm going to go...finish my drink."

"Don't spill it on anyone."

I look up, his face is deadpan, but the side of his mouth rises into just a hint of a smile.

"I'll try not to," I reply, giving him a small smile.

I turn back toward the bar and take a few steps when I'm blocked.

"Payton." Master Lancaster is standing in front of me, a beer in his hand and his eyes looking glassy.

"Um, hello Sir. Sebastien is sitting at our table in the next room if you're looking for him."

"I was looking for you," he replies and I look back over my shoulder and see Remy scowling at us.

"What can I do for you?" I ask. Maybe he wants to talk to me about Sebastien.

"I'm glad you asked. There are a lot of things you can do for me. Come to my playroom with me and I can tell you all about them."

Wow. Seriously? Regardless that we still don't know what's happening or not happening between him and Sebastien, and none of us will go near him until we do, it's obvious that he's been drinking and one of the first things Master Matthias taught us was not to go with a Dom who's been drinking.

"No thank you Sir," I say as politely as possible since he seems off to me.

Master Lancaster takes a step closer. "He's not my sub," he says quietly. "He's a broken kid my asshole of a brother left me in his Will," he slurs and I realize he's closer to drunk than tipsy.

"He's my friend," I snap back, lifting my chin and looking him directly in the eyes. "And he deserves better than you."

"I totally agree with you," he mutters as I turn and walk away as quickly as possible. What is it? A full moon tonight?

"Whoa, slow down boy!" I look up just as I bump into Master Douglas.

"Oh god, I'm sorry." I just barely keep from spilling my drink on him and look back to see if Remy is watching, but he's no longer there. "I don't think I should have left our table," I mutter.

"What's that?"

"I'm so sorry Master Douglas. I wasn't looking where I was going." I keep my gaze down nervously. Master Douglas is a friend of Master Richard, they're both doctors and share a practice.

"Where are you off to so quickly?"

"Nowhere Sir...I guess just back to the table."

"I understand your status has recently changed, have you signed a new contract yet?"

"No Sir. I'm just going to be free for a while. You know...take things one scene at a time."

"As long as you're safe about it, a new sub can learn a lot by experiencing different Doms."

"Yes, Sir. That's what I was thinking too."

"Are you free tonight? Would you like to scene with me?"

"Um, yes Sir, I would...like, now?"

He let out a deep chuckle. "Yes, now would work well."

"Okay, I'll just go tell my friends..."

"Meet me at the front desk, I'll have a consent form drawn up."

"Yes, Sir. I'll be right there."

"Just watch where you're walking," he says with a chuckle as I walk away.

"I will Sir," I reply, looking back.

"Oh, excuse me." Shit. Nearly sideswiped Shrek. We don't know what his real name is, but I call him Shrek because he's huge and looks, well he looks like Shrek, except he's not green of course. Shrek is wearing only a black leather jock strap type thing and a huge black collar. A leash is attached to his collar and he's being led by his Domme, a tiny woman – maybe 5' 5" wearing 4 inch heels and probably weighing about 85 pounds. I look at her annoyed face and quickly apologize to her before scurrying away. Gah! This place is a zoo tonight. At least I'll be safe in Master Douglas' playroom soon.

"You're going to go play doctor with Master Douglas?" Tai asks when I let the guys know where I'll be. Well, it's just Tommy and Tai now. Lane's probably gone to be with Master Matthias and maybe Ashton is with playing with his own doctor.

I smirk and look over at Tommy who looks conflicted.

"He's a nice guy Tommy, you know that. He's good friends with Master Richard," I tell him. "And a doctor, my mother would be so happy.

"Yah Tommy, he's just going for a full body examination," Tai jokes. "I have to go meet Master Ken and you just said Casey would be coming to get you soon, now we don't have to feel guilty leaving Pay all alone."

"Where'd Sebastien go?" I ask.

"Master Ass-ter sent him home," Tai replies, "Right after you left to get a drink he came over and told him he had a driver downstairs to take him home. What a jerk. He treats Sebastien like a little kid."

"I kind of wish we were going to be here when his friends came to visit so maybe we could find out more about him, but that's when we're going away," I say. When I look over at the front desk I see Master Douglas looking my way so I say goodbye to Tommy and Tai and head over.