Stung and Employed By The Wasp

I lead Zoey out of the house, into the backyard where we had a large swinging bench, and waited for her to sit before I did the same on the other side of the bench.

“You should have told me who you were.” She finally whispered, breaking the 30 minute silent streak.

“Would that really have made any difference? We were so close for 9 months, and then when I go to make my first move...you disappear. Was there really anything I could have done to make you stop and listen to me? No, so I had to use the fact that I had been anonymous to my advantage.” I told her, trying to be as gentle with my words as possible.

“It would have. I wouldn’t have been thinking that some random stranger has some scary weird obsession with me, and is trying to hold me against his will. Do you know how scared I was? Then on top of that, you drop 3 million to get me out of the place I was living at. I don’t even know you, really. Oh fuck...this is all just crazy.” She exclaimed, putting her head in her hands.

“You don’t even know me? Really, Zoey? I know there’s no way that you could actually believe that.” I said.

“Listen, I know that we got close at that house. You really took me in and helped show me the ropes of the dynamic. You knew the Zoey who was younger, and hell bent on joining a dynamic I wasn’t supposed to be a part of. You were the sweetest, most generous guy I met in that house. I thank you for that, but it’s time to let it go. It was a mistake for you to try to pull me back in to this, I’m just not meant for it.” She sighed.

“First off, you’re not that much older than you were when I first met you. Secondly, that’s bullshit that you’re now saying you aren’t supposed to be a part of the dynamic. What would make you say something like that?” I asked her.

“It’s a long story.” Zoey said.

“It’s the middle of the night, I’ve got all the time in the world.” I told her.

“Alright, fine. Basically...when I was seventeen I first heard about BDSM. My boyfriend told me about it, and I instantly was intrigued, it sounded absolutely perfect for me. However, he was actually a few months younger than me, and to put it as nice as I could...he didn’t know how to actually put into play the full dynamic. So, we broke up and I promised myself that when I was 18 I would find a more professional person, or group of people to take me in and show me the ropes. That’s where I found the house that I worked at when we met.” She started to explain to me.

“You worked there for 9 months….and then what? Why did you leave?” I wondered, impatiently.

“Easy, I was working up to that. I had been living with my parents up to that point, since I was finishing up my last year of high school when I started working there. To put it nicely, my parents were and are extremely old school and they don’t appreciate anything going outside of what they view as respectable bounds. The night before I left, I had come home with those cane marks on my lower thighs. For some reason they had been waiting up for me, and they were so enraged when they saw the marks they were ready to call the cops just to figure out what had happened. Obviously I didn’t want that so I confided in my mom, hoping she’d understand and be okay with my choices, especially if I was being safe. To say the least, that didn’t go over well. That night they threw me out with the biggest suitcase I had full of my clothes, and whatever else I found important.” She confided in me.

“Holy shit, Zoey that’s absolute bullshit! Who the fuck kicks their kid out just because they found something they enjoy taking part in?” I yelled.

“My parents, unfortunately. That’s why I ended up leaving that night, I had to move on and get my own place, figure out how to stand on my own two feet.” Zoey explained.

“That’s fucking horrible, but I do understand why you left the house though, even though I missed and worried about you like crazy. That doesn’t mean you can’t go back into the dynamic. You don’t have to worry about anything, you can stay here, I’ll provide everything so you don’t have to worry about anything.” I told her.

“Woah, hold on just a second.” Zoey stopped me, putting her hand on my leg.

“What’s wrong?” I wondered.

“You’re talking like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, moving in with another and all of that. Let’s slow down a bit. I still don’t want any part of the dynamic, and you and your non-surprisingly beautiful face can’t change my mind about that.” She said.

I was both surprised and flattered about her comment about my “beauty”, but also saddened by her headstrong attitude towards not rejoining the dynamic I had once seen her love so much.

“Oh come on, give me a chance. Let’s forget everything that happened the past two weeks, I know that’s a lot to ask, but I’m pleading with you to do so. I know we weren’t ever extremely close, but to be completely honest with you, ever since I met you there was something about you that just kept drawing me back, and I couldn’t stand it the day you left. That’s why I went through having Heather find you, and tracking down where you were living and spending 3 million to get you back. While that may admittedly be a little crazy, it was done from a good place. So please, just give me a chance.” I pleaded with her.

I nervously looked back up at her, awaiting her response, and I was met with her obviously trying to decide whether to trust me, or run out the back door.

“What’s in it for me?” She chuckled.

“You get this ‘non-surprisingly beautiful face’ to look at all day every day.” I teased her.

“You’re the one who taught me to never get into an agreement without knowing the specific bounds of the contract. So...let’s set some rules up.” She told me, holding her own.

Hey, that was good that she actually listened to some of my advice. Ironic it was being used towards me.

“That’s fair. How about this...you give me 3 months to prove to you that this is where you belong, in this dynamic.” I suggested.

“Hell no, that is way too lenient. I’ll give you a month at most.” She told me.

“A month and a half, let’s meet in the middle.” I suggested.

“Ok, fine. However, as far as other rules go...there’s still to be no sex, and I don’t want any of your other little friends joining in on scenes.” Zoey stated.

“Here’s the thing, they’re still an intricate part to this house. There are rules, and if you break them, they do technically have the power to punish you. Josh included, and if that isn’t deterrent enough, I don’t know what is.” I laughed.

“Are you saying that if I even agreed to stay here this time, you’re expecting me to break the rules?” She asked me, a sweet mischievous smile appearing on her lips, one I knew from a long time ago.

“I’m just saying I remember that back at the house...you were a little infamous for lightly pushing the rules to get a little beating here and there.” I grinned at her.

“Just because I like an occasional spanking or what not doesn’t mean I’m willing to jump back into a full BDSM relationship.” She told me.

“Well, I think that’s my goal to change that. Anyways, we’ll be in a Sub/ Dom relationship if you agree to this.” I informed her.

“I’m sure you’ve already got plenty of contracts ready for me to sign.” She groaned.

“For two people that don’t really know each other, I think we do know each other pretty damn well.” I replied, smiling right back at her.

Zoey hopped up from the bench, leaning against it, and I instantly read her knowing she was only in that position to try and give herself some power over me, afterall I tower over her in relation to our height. I’d let her think that she was exerting dominance over me for now.

“Fine. You have one and a half months to convince me that I still want in on this dynamic in a permanent way. 45 days from tomorrow, and not a minute more.” Zoey said.

“You have yourself a deal, Ms. Blake.” I smiled, standing up and shaking her extended hand.

“Now come on, it’s late. Let’s both get ourselves back to bed.” I told her, wanting to usher her back to bed.

She hesitantly agreed, and thankfully followed me back into the house all the way back to the room I had Ricky put her in when he brought her back here from the cafe.

When we got to the room, she turned around and faced me, her back now against the door.

“Did you just seriously convince me to get back into the dynamic for a full 45 days, Mr. Motionless. Or is it Mr. Cerulli?” She asked me.

“I did, Ms. Blake, but only because you know you want to get back in it, just s I know you do.” I said.

She nodded her head, opened up the door, and walked into the room.

“Oh, and you can call me Sir.” I taunted her.

Zoey just rolled her eyes, and shut the door in my face.

I chuckled softly to myself, and walked back to my room where I quickly slipped out of my clothes and threw on something more appropriate for sleep.

It had been over a year that I worried about Zoey and her rather sudden disappearance, but now that I finally had her back, and so close to me...the dream that I had of being able to properly fall in love with her was actually a viable option. I knew it was still a long shot, but I wasn’t the type to be discouraged too easily.

45 days wasn’t forever, but I think it was just long enough to get a girl to fall in love with me.

Or so I hoped.

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