Is That All You Got?

Chapter Two: Self Discoveries

(Zoey's P.O.V:

"You look fine! Now stop touching up your hair!" I nagged.

"You sure? Maybe just one more curl-"

"Stop it!"

     Yanking the chord out of the outlet, I groaned at Brooke's stress. She started fidgeting with her dress again. I rolled my eyes and smacked her hands away.

     Dragging her out to the kitchen, I pulled the wine out of the fridge, grabbing a glass, I poured it halfway and shoved it towards her.

"Thanks," she sighed in relief after downing her drink.

"Don't mention it, now what are the rules?" I interrogated while pouring myself a glass.

"Don't talk about my failed marriage, don't bug you if you are asleep, and don't let him stay past eight o' clock in the morning."

"Good girl."

     The buzzer was sounded. I pressed the acceptance button and sauntered over to the recliner with my drink. Brooke dabbed at her lips and adjusted her heels.

*Knock*Knock*

     She looked at me like a nervous wreck. Sighing I got up and answered the door as she cowarded back into the bathroom.

"Umm-Hello, I'm-"

"Don't know, don't care. . . Just come in," I said exasperately, not even giving the curtosy of eye contact.

     I left him at the door, wrapping my oversized sweater tighter around myself. Sitting back down, I took a healthy gulp of my wine. I cautiously studied him as he walked around our living room. He seemed to be blessed with stunning blonde hair and a very muscular frame; his back turned to me as he looked at the artwork on our wall. I recognized the back of his head almost instantly because I was shooting eye daggers at it this morning.

"Steal any other parking spots today?" I wondered aloud.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, nevermind," I dissmissed.

"Oh, you're the bitchy brat who got all worked up because I stole your wittle parking space this morning!" he recalled with a hearty laugh.

"And you are another one of the many arrogant sons of a bitch who doesn't consider anyone else's life but your own. Lovely to meet your aquaintance," I hissed, crossing my arms.

"Pleasure is all mine."

     Our caddy remarks towards each other were interupted by the bathroom door opening. I decided to not ruin Brooke's date before it even started so I got up with my drink and locked myself in the bathroom.

"Bye!" My roomate called out.

     Hearing the door shut, I sighed out a breath of relief. Walking over to the bathtub, I turned on the water. Setting it to the right temperature, I let the bath run as I went to go get my candles. By the time my bath was drawn, I had all my candles lit and in place around the sink and toilet and around the tub.

   Stripping down, I shivered at the cold. I hit the play button on my Beat's Pill; Grabbing my wine, I sunk into my bath and smiled in contentment.

     I must've sat in there for at least an hour because the water turned cold, my skin resembled a prune, and there was less than a third of sin left in my wine bottle.

      I unplugged the drain and stepped out of the tub. Wrapping my towel loosely around myself, I padded to my bedroom. Opening up a drawer of my dresser, I selected some under garments and threw them on.

     Dragged myself back to the bathroom I picked up my mess. As I got to the candles, I blew two out and carried them to the living room. I made my way to set them down, some of the melted wax sloshed out on my wrist. I moaned as the heat overcame my arm. It gave me a suprising rush of pleasure.

     Staring at the wax in wonder, I picked the candles back up and walked back into my room. I layed back on the edge of my bed after setting down one of the candles, the other still in hand. Drizzling the hot wax on my stomach, I hissed in enjoyment.

     "This is so weird," I thought. I bit my lip in hesitation, before dumping more candle wax on my thighs. I whined in approval.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat.

     Startled, I splashed melted candle all over my chest when I quickly sat up.

"Only had the first dates, and already finding her roomate has a strange candle fetish," Zach arrogantly announced.

"Can I help you?" I groaned, roaming around my room for real clothes.

"Ummmm. . . No. I just wanted to tell you Brooke passed out in her bed. I didn't want to take advantage of her so I waited until she dozed off to try and leave."

"I could've figured that out myself, and that is very shocking, but your not going to get a medal or anything, so you might as well just leave," I said nonchalantly while throwing an oversized shirt on.

"Okay, whatever, just tell her to call me tomorrow. . . I was going to say it was nice meeting you, but to be honest, I don't think it really was for either of us," he commented while making his grand exit.

"Will do."

    Shutting the door I seethed after the asshole and crawled my way back to my bed. Hopping under the covers, I tried to get some sleep.

(Zach's P.O.V:

     "Did I really just catch her in the middle of wax play with herself?" I asked myself.

     I didn't know what to think at the moment. I had a nice date with Brooke, but it was just nice. In a couple more dates it would soon be found tedious and boring, just like the rest.

     Now Zoey on the other hand, was just caught red handed self inflicting pain in a sensual way. I don't know if that is a sign that she is already in the BDSM world, but I know already that even if she isn't she sure as hell would like it, her moans confirmed that.

     But I don't know how well she would take punishment. She talks back a little too much than I am used to. But I enjoyed seeing her get defensive. She is so short but she seemingly convinced herself that she was intimidating; her nose twitches when she gets mad and I saw her bite her lip before she started saying anything worse.

      Oh her lips. They were a pale pink and very full. I can only imagine what they would look like swollen from my kisses, crying out in pleasure, or how they would look around my member.

       And her eyes, even though a good share of the time they were aggressively fixed on me, they were a perculiar mix between brown and gold, and were filled with mischief.

       Her hair was dark brown and cascaded down like no other. Perfect to grab on to if you rammed her from behind. And her behind! When she went to get a shirt she gave me the perfect glance at her round firm ass that was so tempting to spank, thick thighs, slender legs, and back dimples.

     And when she was laying down on her bed before I interrupted her, she had her flat stomache and full lucious breasts exposed; cradled by her bra.

     I need to have her. I don't have a clue how, but I will make her into my perfect Submissive.