Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 291/ 41: Odd Reaction

I saw the phone and realized it was mine. It had been sitting on the couch earlier. I walked over to pick it up and saw Lucy's caller ID. I hurried and picked it up. "Hello, Lucy, what is up?" I asked.

"Good news! Your bid was accepted, and the house inspectors took a look. I paid a little extra, which is coming from your account, but I had them hurry up and do it. They looked through the house this morning and came with, well, not quite a clean bill of health on the property; you are good to go. Nothing that would take too long to repair or replace," Lucy said, much to my happiness, "The main thing is that your Furnace will not be lasting much longer, and a couple of windows have to be replaced. It also would not be a bad idea to get the insolation redone in the attic. Other than that, minor issues all around. Oh, and the hot water heater could use an upgrade, in my opinion, unless you are fine with short hot showers."

"Sounds fantastic," I replied genuinely with a massive smile, "What do I have to do?" I asked.

"I am talking to your real estate agent and a property lawyer. It will take a couple of days, so probably no later than Wednesday, for everything to go through. I talked to my mortgage specialist and have everything approved, even with your credit. It helps that you have a lot of money in the bank." Lucy added quickly before continuing, "Honestly, at this point, you don't have to do much; the current owners have already accepted your offer. Signed the paperwork and with the house inspection complete, as long as nothing happens with the paperwork signing or they back out at their penalty? It is your house by the end of next week, which I am aiming for."

"Wow," Crystal said, looking at me, "That is fucking fast."

"Yeah, kind of overwhelming."

"Well, to be honest, there was not much that fit your criteria, Angela. So, yeah, do you have anything else that you want me to help you with other than this?" Lucy asked.

"Actually, yes, I want to set a budget with you talking to Brandon about increasing the value of the home. If I am going to make this an investment and a home, I would like to make some modifications. The basement will be turned into a playground for me, but I want to make a utility room to the side so that I don't see it while I am playing," I said, "Plus, I want a bigger bathroom with a custom tub in the basement. Maybe even a small bedroom. But I would love to hear the real estate agent's opinion on increasing the value."

"Absolutely. Anything else?" 

"Not at this time. Thank you, Lucy. I hope to reward you well in the future."

"Well, just to give you a heads up, your Consulting client just sent the invoice money. I was impressed with the hundred thousand they sent. That is already more than enough to pay for your house, you know. It is also more than you told me in your original conversations with me. Frankly," Lucy paused, "You must do some amazing 'consulting' for you to be worth that much."

"Well, tell me if you and your partner want some free consulting," I joked in a humorous tone, and Lucy laughed.

"Yeah, no thanks," Lucy said. "I am going to get going. I need to follow up on some details and work on some things with a new client. Have a good day. I just thought to let you go into the weekend with great news."

"THANKS!" I replied happily, "Talk to you soon!"

With that, we hung up, and Crystal smiled, but I noticed an odd emotion in it. "What?" I asked. Crystal smiled but shook her head.

"Sorry, I was just thinking something, but I realized how stupid that was," Crystal said, blushing and then hopping onto the couch. "Can we snuggle again?" she asked, and I did not see why I would refuse.

"Okay, but you seem off to me," I said slowly and moved to take the big spoon spot at the back of the couch. Crystal came in, and our breasts pressed together, and our faces were inches from each other. We were breathing each other's air, and I smiled at her.

"We need to talk," Crystal said.

"About what?" I asked.

"Your new house," Crystal said with a pout. I pulled her close and smiled.

"Sure, tell me, Crystal, you seem a bit off since things were becoming solid. Granted, that was only seconds ago."

Crystal closed her eyes, "A= Are you going to be staying there from now on?" She asked.

"Why the fuck would I?" I asked, "I bought the house for three things," I said and stroked her back lightly as I began to talk, "First, unlike normal people, I need a place to fuck people at school. Inside the school is going to get me in serious trouble at the current rate,  and bringing people to a house I own is much safer."

Crystal smiled and did a small nod, and I pulled her so close my cock pushed on her thighs, and our breasts were mashed together, our nipples lightly teasing the others. "The second reason is because I am homeless, and frankly, what happens if we fight at night and push me out." Crystal looked about to protest, "Sure, you probably won't kick me out as that would be against your personality. But I am still homeless, and I need an address for things."

"T- That makes sense," Crystal said, and I could see that she was still in an odd mood.

"The last reason is because it's an investment." I shrugged. "Those are the reasons why Lucy thinks it is a good idea, too. Also, I don't want to push this on you, Crystal, but you told me no when I asked for a key, and I am not going to push it. You will give me a key when and if you're ready for that. You seem to have some form of trauma related to others with a key to your house, which I could be wrong about, but I am not going to push you. I guess there is one more thing, although it is the smallest yet, something I must say I will be happy about." 

"What is that?" Crystal asked.

"A place of my own. A room of my own. A place for MY things. A place that I have complete control over and can do what I want with." I smiled wryly. I didn't even have the dungeon at Samantha's club yet, so I still had never had a place to truly call my own.

"You-" Crystal cut herself off quickly. She blushed, and I looked into her eyes.

"Crystal, I know you love this place, but I want you to think about this. If we ever get married, would this be our marital home?" I asked her, "I know I am asking this way too early; we have been dating for almost two months now. We are attached almost at the hip with how often I am here. I am going to be honest: when I think about it, I think we should keep the house as an asset and find a place to live together. A big place where we can have dozens of little bastard children around and enjoy ourselves with no HOA around in sight."

"That does sound nice," Crystal replied.

"But I also know you love this place."

"Angela, I want to thank you for freeing me of my worries. You're not just going to leave, are you?" Crystal asked.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" I asked. "You are my Girlfriend. Who would ever be able to replace you? Alex?! She is a little sweety pain slut, but, I mean, come on, Crystal. We both knew I would have complete control of everything, and Alex would follow along as long as it was outside the volleyball court. Kylar?" I asked her quickly, "Come on, he will be a little maid that follows me around like my bitch, and I will enjoy when I want. I want him as a personal assistant, not a girlfriend. Tracy? Well, Tracy is not too bad, if I am being honest, and closest to being able to fill any hole that you would leave behind, but I just feel like it would not work. I don't know why, though. Sarah? She was too religious at this point, and she fucked off listening to Mommy and Daddy's religion. Jake? Who are we kidding even asking that? Hilda? I am not going to date twenty-five years older than me. I Like older women, but I just like fucking them when they are that much older. That rules out anyone we know, and frankly, Why would I ever want to replace you, Minx?"

"Did you really just go over potential replacements in front of your girlfriend?" Crystal asked with a critical eye.

"You asked me if I was going to leave, I answered with logic and explanation. Why the fuck would I even want to leave?"

"But you listed out candidates!" Crystal pouted.

"And you asked me to be honest with you. I am not lying; I went over all the reasons why I would not just leave you. Now, you tell me, Minx. What has your metaphorical panties in a knot?" I asked her, my voice dropping in tone. "You have been weird the last little bit, and I am not going to let you run away from this question."

Crystal flinched and tried to look away, which I swiftly put an end to. "I don't like forcing answers from you, but sometimes, you need to let something out. How can I know what is going on if you shut me out, Crystal?" 

"I have not told you much about my parents," Crystal said after a moment.

"What I have gotten from the various things you have said in passing. Your parents were religious of Christian faith in the least. You also had to cut them off from your money, although you never said exactly why. Probably something to do with people feeling entitled to your money because you got it quickly. Other than that, you have been pretty tight-lipped."

Crystal looked at me with a surprised look on her face and kissed me lightly, "You are smart; all those are right. I cut my parents off because they felt entitled to all my money, and when I said no, and they learned of my lifestyle not much earlier, I had to cut them off." Crystal admitted. 

"Okay," I said, "But that does not have to do with your mood right now," I said bluntly. Crystal flinched a little at my blunt tone and sighed.

"No, no, no, it didn't, did it?" Crystal asked herself. "Never tell anyone this?" Crystal suddenly asked.

"Obviously."

"When I was seven years old, My dad got an opportunity in California. He took it, and my mom and my dad started to prepare to go. We packed my things with theirs, too. They even said that we were going to go to Disney theme park when we were there. They sold me hard on it; I was barely able to contain my excitement. My brother, too," Crystal added, and she sighed deeply, and I could see a haunted look on her face.

"To celebrate, we went to my aunt's house. My Aunt Ruth and my shitty little cousin Richard. Why anyone names their kid Richard still boggles my mind," Crystal added in. "We went there, had a party, and because I was seven, I fell asleep." The haunted look deepened: "When I woke up, my parents and brother were gone."

I was gob-smacked as she told me, "They left for California without me. Left my stuff, too. Went for six months, took my brother to Disney while I was left with my handsy little shit cousin Richard." Crystal sneered, "May he fucking rot in jail forever, that little fucking prick."

"How old was he?" I asked, my voice devoid of emotion.

"Five years older than me. He was twelve." Crystal looked into my eyes, "Don't worry about it; my cousin Richard is in jail, federal prison. You don't have to worry. Plus, he never went more than a little handsy; I never let him touch me in those places." Crystal closed her eyes, "But when I heard you buying your own home and that you got the place, it reminded me of that celebration I had with my parents and brother and-"

"It got to you. Made you feel like I was going to disappear." I cut in, and Crystal nodded, and I looked into her eyes, pressing my forehead against hers. "You know Crystal, I am not going anywhere without you. I want you to go around the world with me as I fuck men and women around the world. I want you to be with me as I go to the Olympics. When I go to university, I want you to be my little apartment kitten that is there to give me daily blowjobs as I cook for you. Then ride me until I fall asleep after a study session."

Crystal blushed, and I looked into her eyes, "I have no plans at all unless YOU change them, Minx. To leave you? None, None whatsoever. I will sleep here the majority of the time, fuck people in my new house and stay at other places once in a while, while you are probably recovering from the fucking the night before."

I then chuckled, "I thought my mom and dad could be pieces of shit, but your parents set a fucking record with that."

"Mmm," Crystal said and pulled herself down into my breasts and hid her face. I could feel the tears, and I just hugged her and cuddled her as she cried it out. 

This week has been a fucking week. I closed my eyes and held her, thinking I should slightly lighten the mood. "So, do you want a sissy maid around to order around like a bitch?" I asked bluntly.

Crystal looked up with red, teary eyes and nodded, "Of course. What woman wouldn't want to do that?"

"I have a question for you. Please tell me to fuck off if you don't want to answer," Crystal looked like she was anticipating something bad, "Would you be able to teach Kylar how to clean and do household chores?" I asked her bluntly, "Although I never see you do it, it's always fucking immaculate here."

Crystal looked at me wide-eyed, and her face turned a wonderful shade of red. She was super embarrassed and pushed against me. "You are not supposed to talk about that!" Crystal complained.

"And I never asked to watch." I said, "Little Kylar will watch and learn from you. Then do it himself."

Crystal opened her mouth to protest and then pouted Hard with a Crimson face that made her look like the picture of cuteness, and my cock hardened against her thighs. "O- Okay, but I don't want you to see me like that?" Crystal suddenly said. I was honestly shocked that she even gave that much ground with how bad her reaction was. "I will also warn him strictly about talking about it," Crystal added. "I hate people seeing me like that!"

"Should I ask why?"

"Can I just say my fucking parents were ultra-nationalist Christian extremists?" 

"Would that be a lie?" I asked, curious by the way she said it, and Crystal sighed.

"Look," Crystal said, looking away, "My parents are assholes; they also think the proper place for a woman is," Crystal seemed to seethe as she was about to continue, but I kissed her.

"It's okay; I might not know Crystal. But you are mine, I am yours, and we have fun together. Okay?" I said slowly, "I will stop asking, and one day, or not, you will tell me or show me. I trust you; if I don't need to know, I don't need to know. I can tell it pains you. I think you were absolutely adorable in that little house woman get-up you were wearing. But you clearly hate being seen in it and find it humiliating in a bad way. So I am not going to pressure you. So, if you don't want to train Kylar, I will find a professional company to assist you. I am perfectly happy doing things that make you happy."

"Nope, you are done," Crystal said now, looking annoyed. "You are trying to melt me and make me absolutely a sopping mess. You are being mean, and I, Crystal, will not put up with it. I love you, Angela. Please, stop making me fall deeper into it."

"I-"

"NO! You be quiet; the last time I fucking said that you told me the absolutely perfect line, that I should just fall hopelessly in love with you and that you would take care of me." Crystal seethed, "I, as a woman, will not put up with something so fucking romantic from you right now. Otherwise, I am going to fucking squirt just from all your perfect lines. I am only going to allow you to go so far." Crystal said forcefully, ending the conversation. "In fact, You're feeling fine right now, right?" Crystal said, and I nodded, confused, "We are going to see your Sensei now. We are walking there, and you are not allowed to say a single fucking cheesy pickup line."

"I don't do pick-up lines, I think?" I asked, confused.

"You just don't damn well realize what you are doing." Crystal got up and pulled at me, "I am done listening."

"What about lunch?" I asked, "I got it in my bag and in your fridge."

"We take it with us," Crystal said.

"We can put it in the fridge for dinner if you want."

"Then we are doing that, and we can eat out," Crystal said, clearly trying to escape me. I watched as her ass jiggled a little, moving around, and she tore into my bag and put my food away. I got up, and she turned, tossing me a pair of panties and workout clothes before storming upstairs, and I watched her move.

I shrugged, put on another new workout outfit, and sighed in pleasure at the sports bra. It did not have that slight pinch on the corner of my breasts, and it was so stable. Amazing, I needed to compliment whoever the fuck designed this bra. I would love it if they would take me as an endorsement model in the future because I would love to have an unlimited number of these bras for free.

"What are you doing?" Crystal asked as she came down in a pink tank top and blue yoga pants.

"Enjoying my new Workout outfit. It's fucking amazing; I want more of these."

"They look like they fit your breasts quite well," Crystal commented.

"Because they do, but shall we go? I will walk for now."

"Walking is fine," Crystal said, and we got on our shoes and headed out.

It was a remarkable turnaround. The sun was high in the sky, close to noon, and I sighed in pleasure. "I love this weather," I said lightly as we started to walk together. I reached out and took Crystal's hand in mine, and she blushed as, for the first time, we just walked together hand in hand.