Page 74 of Possess

Zeke followed. He held his hand out to Allyson. “Shall we walk around?”

“Yes…Sir.” She’d hesitated, but it didn’t bother him. It wasn’t second nature to her yet.

He grinned at her as she placed her hand in his, and he drew her up into his arm. “Ladies,” he nodded to the other subs and led Allyson away.

“As you can see, we have areas where we can sit and talk with others. Plus the green area for the subs, where you were sitting.”

“It was so nice to be able to talk with others,” she said.

“Over here, we have the scene stations.” He waved his hand. “We have all sorts. I’m sure the St. Andrews Cross and spanking benches are familiar.”

“They are, Sir. I’ve seen them at parties.”

“We have a wide variety of spanking benches, some massage tables, and bondage tables. We also have a modular bondage system and what most of us call the spider web.”

She glanced to where he was pointing and shivered before she rubbed her temple.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. Why hadn’t he noticed the slight tightening around her eyes before?

“A headache. I thought it was gone, but it’s come back.” She massaged her forehead.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Zeke didn’t like that she was hurting and hadn’t told him.

“Because I thought it was gone. It wasn’t as bad when I was taking with everyone, but now it’s back with a vengeance.”

Zeke frowned. “Come with me.” He led her to an empty massage table. “Sit here for a minute.”

“All right.” Allyson sat on the stage while Zeke went across the room. He returned with several towels, a blanket, a bottle of water, and small bottle. He mounted the stage, and put everything on the small table, before returning to her. He took her hand and helped her onto the stage.

“Zeke…Sir?”

There was a slight tremor in her voice.

“Easy, sweetheart.” He kept his tone soft. “I’m going to give you a massage to help relieve the headache.” Zeke guided her over to the massage table. “Lie face down.”

Allyson did as he asked.

“I’m going to use bergamot oil, which has a lemony aroma. It will help with a headache.”

“All right, Sir.”

He made sure Allyson was positioned properly before he swept her hair over her shoulder and out of the way. “Are you okay with me undoing your halter-top?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Zeke undid the fastening and let it fall, then he grabbed the oil, poured some in is palm, and rubbed his hands together.

He ran his palms over her back up to her shoulders. She was tense; this wasn’t good. Zeke curved his fingers over her shoulders and massaged.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

Zeke continued, then began to massage the base of her neck. Allyson groaned. He was on the right track. Zeke tunneled his fingers under her hair to her scalp, then back to her neck and shoulders.

With each pass of his hands, her muscles loosened. Zeke continued until she was putty under his touch.

“How’s the headache?” he asked softly.

“Gone.” Her voice was quiet and drowsy.

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