The House With Many Hands Pt. 06

Things were calm at Crook House.

In the weeks that followed the dream, the DANGER signal was never tapped again. I never saw the Harpy again, or sensed the Sinner. Liam wrote me messages. The spirits could sense other things outside the house, but they never came close. A message had been sent and understood. This house was protected. He said I shone like a welcoming beacon to some, and a ominous warning to others.

I planted the black stone in a dream, and watched as a mauve sapling grew in the dreaming soil. I wondered what it would grow into? I knew it would be something bright, something resilient. A piece of the ethereal land around the house bequeathed to this sleeping place. A green bridge, a tree made of dreams and lust. God, what fruit it would bear. I would sit under this tree, and invite all the spirits to shelter here.

The next long night would be at the equinox. I was looking forward to it, I knew there would be no intruders, no uninvited guests this time. Just us. We could all talk freely, reconnect, rejoice. It would be wonderful. Until then I kept the house and watched the board. Waiting.

Still, the house was never quiet. Carver visited again, and we talked more about the house and its history. He stayed in the guest room, and I heard Becky pleasuring him at night. The next morning he'd looked both elated and drained.

He visits regularly now.

Tony came by. Carver sent him to do some specific survey work, and to do some general maintenance. I told him how the house worked, and heard him drop tools during lunch. I found him in the study, being stripped. I asked the house to take care of him, and it did. He wouldn't be lonely any more.

Eric's girlfriend was another visitor. Abby was twenty three, and quite nervous. I opened the door and let her in, I told her how the house worked as gently as I could. I took her to the bed room and showed her the blackboard. She watched as Eric picked up some chalk and started to write. She was a lovely girl, blonde, curvy. Grief had dulled her, and the way she laughed and then cried when she watched Eric write moved me greatly.

I left them alone, and looked in on them a few hours later. When I did, I could hear moaning. I didn't want to be indiscrete, but I needed to know they were okay. I opened the door and found Abby naked on my bed, she was lying there, writhing while an invisible lover pumped himself into her. Her head shook from side to side. Her heavy breasts were being lightly licked and squeezed by hands that weren't there. I realised this was how I looked, when I was being taken. It was a strange and stirring sight. She turned her head, and I realised Eric was nibbling her neck. She tried to put her arms around him, but he wasn't there. This must have been a familiar gesture. Abby had been laughing, but now a terrible sadness seemed to wash over her.

I hesitated, then I entered the room and sat with he, hugging her tight. "It's still real," I said. "Love's not something you need to see, or hear, it's still there."

She nodded, and I felt her hug me back. What we had here made up for all the things we had lost. I left them alone, and I could hear her giggling as I closed the door behind me.

Abby also visits regularly. This house is for all the lovers.

Bella, especially.

I was standing by the front door, waiting for her. I was thinking of Abby and Eric, and the new life that had started to occupy the house. I wanted Bella to belong here. We'd had a couple of nice quiet dates, where we'd focused on getting to know each other. It had been nice, we had laughed so much. She'd made me feel so comfortable about myself. She had teased me about our playful phone calls, and I'd told her how special they made me feel. Being powerless and being hers. Now I only came when she let me. She sometimes called me at night and let me touch myself while she listened. Sometimes I was allowed release, sometimes not. The last time I had begged her. I wanted her to like the sound.

"Does it ache, honey?"

"Yes Miss Bella."

""Good. You're so pretty when you're desperate."

I had groaned, delighted. She was getting very comfortable with our dynamic. She had a stern dismissive voice that she put on now, that I just adored.

"Oh... Please can I cum, Miss Bella?"

"No. But soon," she'd whispered. "That is, if you've been good."

I had cradled my phone in the dark. The spirits were giving me space. They knew what was happening. They knew love when they saw it.

The next morning Bella had called, she said she wanted to come and spend some time with me at the house. She said she was ready. My heart tried not to hope too much. I imagined us filling the house with laughter, with passion. I'd fantasised about lots of things. Some were simple, us cuddling up together. Others were more dramatic, her tying me up, or chasing me naked through the many rooms of the house.

I shook my head. Whatever she wanted to give me, it would be enough. But what could I give her? What did I offer? For some reason, happiness always fed my doubts.

My head dropped a little. I was a good person, wasn't I? I always tried to help people. I wanted to make Bella smile and laugh. I wanted to be someone who was special to her. Whatever it was she needed from me, I would try to give her. What more was there?

A knock shook me out of my reverie.

I opened the door, smiling. Bella was there, green eyes and black lipstick. My heart skipped. She smiled back and walked in.

I took her coat, and admired the sleek black dress she was wearing. She looked stern, impressive. We caught up and chatted a little, I led her into the kitchen and poured us some wine. I told her the house was calm, that everything here was calm now.

"Not too calm, I hope?" She eyed me over her glass.

She was wearing a little mascara, it really evoked her green irises. Her gaze was penetrating me. I felt nervous. "Did- did you read everything I sent you?"

Bella nodded. She was being slow, deliberate, with her words. I liked this. It felt like she was leading, and I was following. "It was all very interesting. You like some very dirty things, don't you, Lara? You're quite a dirty girl."

She said it so lightly.

I just smiled like a fool. I had to get my brain back into gear. "Um. Yes. I suppose I am, Miss."

"How important is it, to have someone to share these things with?" She asked it quietly. The kitchen felt hushed. I wondered if the spirits were around us, leaning in. urging me on.

I took a breath. "It's everything. I don't have it and I crave it."

"Crave it?" Bella's eyes were locked on mine. Fuck. Everything I had sent her was about power, control, submission. Bondage, and the psychological effect of it. The surrender and the reward. I felt she had devoured everything, knowing how important it was to me. She knew I wouldn't have sent it to her if it wasn't something I needed her to understand.

Her hand reached across the counter and slid over mine. "I want to try," she said, "I want to give you what you need."

I had to look away. It was absurd, how vulnerable a little love could make you. I nodded and looked back at her.

"I'm going to take care of you, Lara." Her hand stroked mine. "I brought some... toys for us to play with. Would you like that?"

I nodded stupidly. She had put a lot of effort into this. She'd left a suitcase in the lobby, only now did I wonder what might be in it? She had me wholly invested in every word that came out of her mouth. Right now I belonged to her. It was a thrilling feeling. I didn't want it to ever end.

"Good girl." I felt like she was stripping me with her eyes. Bella was looking at me in a different way. Our dynamic had changed. I was lesser now. A servant. A plaything. A willing slave. I felt the change inside me, and shivered with glee.

She sipped slowly from her glass, finishing it. Her hand never left mine. "Shall we go upstairs, pet?"

Oh fuck. I was so aroused I had to laugh. All too quickly she had turned my brain into fog.

Bella pushed down a smile of her own. "Do you want me to slow down?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, please. This is like a dream come true."

Now Bella shot me a look that made me want to cross my legs. "Don't speak too soon. You haven't seen what's in my case."

Oh. My. God.

*

The whole walk from the kitchen was like an out of body experience. Bella paused to take a dark leather bag out of her suitcase, then carried it up with us.

"No peeking," was all she said. But the smirk on her face, the fun she was having with me, damn near made me fall down the stairs. Somehow I kept one foot in front of the other, and the next thing I knew we were in my room. Bella pulled out the chair I'd made her sit in last time, and she had me sit down. Now it was her sitting on the bed, studying me. The bag was at her feet.

I felt wonderfully nervous.

I had forgotten to bring the wine with us. I had forgotten the spirits. I had forgotten about everyone and everything but the devil with the green eyes across from me.

Miss Bella. I had called her that last time we were here. I yearned to call her it again. Using the name on the phone just wasn't the same. Not even close.

She beckoned me with her finger. "Come here."

I stood up.

"No. Crawl."

I dropped to my knees, a blissful sensation, like dropping out of the world, messy and complicated as it was. I looked up at her. My favourite perspective. I wanted her to see my obedience. My devotion. I crawled towards her, stopping at her knees. She reached down and stroked my long black hair. Then she reached into her bag and took out a brush. It was black and sleek, wooden. It looked firm. She started to gently comb my hair while she talked. "I want you to be happy. I want you to be calm."

I nodded, dreamily. "Yes Miss Bella."

I saw her smile. "I like the way you say that." She stroked my face, her voice was soft. "Is it nice on your knees? Tell me."

I leaned my face into her hand and closed my eyes. "It's perfect. It feels like being owned. Wanted. Being mindless in the best possible way." I opened my eyes. "I want to give you everything. If you want it."

"Tell me."

My lips felt dry, I licked them slowly. "My- my body belongs to you now. Whatever you want from me, from it, that's what I'm here for."

"What is the... feeling you crave?"

She wanted me to distil it. To give her some essence of my submission. To cement it.

I frowned. "The ecstasy of letting go," I said. "The pleasure of that pain."

I didn't want to say any more. Words always cheapened the enormity of things. Moans and sighs were the only true language when sex evolved.

Bella nodded. She was quiet for a moment, and then she gave me a smirk that made my heart skip. "I bought some things I'd like to try. On you." She chose her words carefully. If she was nervous, she was hiding it well.

I gave her a delighted grin. "Thank you Miss Bella." I looked down at her bag. I wondered what things were inside? What had her "research" led her towards?

She followed my gaze. "Let me show you. You can tell me if anything is too much." Her finger lifted my chin, to look back at her. "I want to see if you can take them, though. They're like little tasks. Do you understand?"

Did she know how perfect these words were? I nodded meekly. I would do anything to satisfy her. Push myself to prove myself. This was just what I needed, what I liked. To use my endurance as a gesture of love. Bella smiled, I think she could tell this was going well.

She pulled something out of the bag and showed it to me. A paddle. I might have blushed because she smiled. "This is what you wanted, last time, isn't it?"

I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak.

Next she took out some cuffs. A bright pink collar with a chain on it. Some nipple clamps. A long thin riding crop. A ball gag. Finally there was a black latex anal plug. She lined up these captivating objects on the bed beside her. The sight of each of them brought me intense excitement and wonder. The sweet anticipation of my imminent surrender was like a warm blanket draping itself over me.

I let her speak first. She picked up the collar. "I like this. I want to claim you. It's so pretty. Like you."

She pulled my hair to one side, then put the collar on for me. The pink was gaudy and bright, but it was her choice. If she liked it, then I loved it. I knew it would look shockingly bright against my pale skin and dark hair. Feminine, and yet bestial. Contrasts that pleased her. She held the leash in her hand and we both looked down at it. Bella stood up and studied me.

"Take everything but the collar off."

The sweetest words I had ever heard.

I slowly stripped for her. Removing my stockings, my dress, my underwear. I instinctively got back to my knees.

"No, honey. Over the bed. Bum out."

She had a name for me. Fuck. Call me all the names, I thought, any name you want.

I got into position. Bella stood behind me. Admiring me. She caressed my bottom. I couldn't help let out a light moan. "Such a dirty girl," Bella murmured. "Can't wait to play, can you?"

I shook my head.

"Pass me an instrument. And we'll play."

Oh Lord. I reached over to her little line up. I passed her the anal plug. I heard her rummage again in the bag, and felt some cool lube being applied to my anus. "Pull you cheeks apart, pet" her voice was clipped, stern. I quickly reached back and exposed myself. "So shameless," she whispered, before poking a thickly lubed finger into my ass. I was bent over the bed and buried my face in my blanket, sighing. Bella stroked my back. "Oh, you can really take that, can't you?" I nodded into the blanket. A second finger joined the first, and she took her time, slowly stretching me open. "Never had to do this before," her voice was arch but playful. "But your anus is hungry, isn't it"

I moaned, biting the fabric now. Oh my God, Bella!

"See. You're disgusting and you need to be put in your place."

I groaned more, then the plug replaced her fingers. It was a decent size, not the biggest I'd taken, but certainly not the smallest. She pushed it slowly in and out. "I want you to take all of this," she murmured. "Show me that you can." When she had finally pushed it all the way, she leaned back to study me, pleased. "Look at that! Good girl. Now, arms behind your back."

I quickly got into the position, and she cuffed my hands.

"Look at you, bent over and ready. Shall we see if you're already wet?"

I shivered as she bent down and rubbed my vagina. I knew she could feel how excited I was.

"Oh my. Soaking. So undisciplined. I expect better." I felt her pick up something from the bed beside my head, but I didn't look. I was beginning to focus. Preparing myself.

She placed the paddle at my bottom, tapping it lightly. "Ready to be disciplined, Lara?"

I nodded. "Yes Miss Bella."

There was a hard smack and I lurched forward into the blanket, biting it. I moaned, so she knew I was pleased. So she knew I could take it. Four more hard slaps followed. Two to each cheek. My bottom soon felt nice and warm. Bella scooped up the chain from under me and draped it over my bare back. I shivered.

"Do you think you can take more, Lara?"

I liked how she was using my name. She was connecting me to the acts I was taking. Reinforcing the humiliation. I nodded. "Yes, Miss Bella."

She made me count and thank her, paddling my bottom more, until the warmth felt like it was stinging. Bella switched to the crop then. Taking much more precise shots. She was aiming for my pussy and the little flicks of the crop found a new sensitive spot each time. I tried to thank her for each mark, but it was all so intense.

She turned me over when she felt I had proven what I could take. "I never asked you to stop," I murmured.

She rubbed my legs and gave me a warm smile. "I know, baby."

Now I was on my back she carefully put the nipple clamps on. Then she wrapped the ball gag around my face. She pulled my hair back so I had to face her, then she fingered me ruthlessly. Oh God her touch felt so so good. I was on the edge already. My muffled cries were quick and high pitched.

"You didn't cum, did you?" Her voice was sharp. I shook my head. "Good girl. You need permission, don't you?" I nodded. I would hold on. I wouldn't let her down. Bella reached down and pulled at the nipple clamps. So many sensitive pieces of me were singing to her in unison. My body was on fire. My brain was ash. My eyes rolled back and I felt a pure rush I hadn't felt in years.

"Focus on me."

I tried, I looked back at her, but my mind was slipping. I was in a warm foggy bliss. Fuck, I hadn't dived into subspace in years. I just looked at her while she worked her fingers magically inside me. It went on for minutes, but it felt like hours. The pleasure was too much, all the sensations colliding inside me were overwhelming. I moaned loudly, pleading in a muffled manner, begging with wide eyes.

"Need to cum?"

I nodded desperately.

She gave me a wicked smile. "If I let you cum, you're mine, honey. You're surrendering everything. Your body. Your sex. Your orgasms. Understand? I will own you. Completely."

I nodded frantically. Devotedly.

"Cum, pet."

My sex clamped on her fingers, and I shook and shuddered. Bella pinned me down as I started to thrash about. She took the clamps off of me, and I felt her sucking hard on a sore nipple. Just as one climax left me, an aftershock barged into my brain.

Bella stroked my hair as I trembled. I felt her remove my gag, I tried to move my head, to stop her, I was enjoying the feel of it. She just smirked. "I need your tongue."

I sat up on the bed, dazed, as I watched her strip. When she was naked, she fished into her bag and brought out her last surprise, a strap on with a long thin pink cock.

She pulled my face forwards by my hair and made me suck her. She clutched at my hair. "That's it. Deep as you can. You're so pretty when you do that."

Her words were constant. Reassuring me. Goading me. Calling me pretty one moment and slutty the next. "Get into a nice groove, pet. Suck. Suck. Suck. Empty your pretty head. Good pet. Mmm, you've got my cock so wet for you." I pulled back and a string of drool connected my tongue to her bright pink phallus. I looked up at her, grinning happily. She rubbed my drool all over my chin. Her eyes were cloudy, as if dumbstruck by lust. "Assume the position, pet. For your fucking."

I didn't hesitate. I just lay back on the bed and opened my legs wide. My hands were still cuffed behind me. I enjoyed the discomfort. The vulnerability. Bella grinned widely. "Such a good girl." She got between my legs and rubbed lube over the toy.

Her mouth descended and she licked at my clit. I wriggled, I was still plugged as well. Sensitive sensations were overlapping, fighting for my attention. She grabbed my hips and angled me into a position she liked, then she lined me up and fucked herself wetly into me.

I locked my eyes with hers. She was leaning over me, biting her lip. She worked up a sweat as she used me. Her cock slowly worked itself good and deep. "I can take it all," I whimpered.

She nodded. "I know, baby. I know."

Bella reached out and stroked my cheek, then her hands grabbed my breasts and held me tight while she fucked me. I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her in. This was so perfect, after the madness of the Harpy, to be with a lover like her. She felt so right. "Am I good, Miss Bella? Am I good?"

She nodded. "You're my good girl. You're doing so good. Taking all this cock. My lovely pet."

I smiled stupidly. She stopped riding me for long enough to undo my cuffs. Then she stretched out my arms and pinned me down while she pushed me towards another orgasm. I head to earn this one though.

"Can I cum, Miss Bella?"

"Absolutely not."

"Please, can I earn it?"

Bella's smile was devilish. She nodded, then kissed me. It felt like she wanted to bite me. It was the best kind of kiss there was.

We were each driving the other wild.

I spent the next hour worshipping her. I ate her pussy while she rode my face, moaning loudly. I passionately licked her anus. I licked her sweat. I wrote her name on my belly in her black lipstick. I buried my face between her legs and made her cum while she gripped my leash. Her eyes were glazed over as if with a fever. Her legs clamped around my head and I felt her whole body shake.

I begged to cum. Like a dog in heat. I made promises. I gave confessions. Vows of obedience. I even signed a contract she wrote up while giggling, saying that she now owned my anus!

When I was allowed, I finally came in her arms. She licked me for a while, then I sat in her lap while she rubbed me to a hard and fast climax. "Cum now, pet, go on. Give it to me! I want it!" I whimpered through it and fell limp in her arms. She hugged me tight, so tight, while stroking my back.

When we both came down from the intensity of everything we had just exchanged, we lay there and just kissed. "I can taste myself on you," I murmured. My voice sounded odd to me, far away. The voice of such a happy young girl.

Bella smiled, then she turned me over and studied my bottom. She fussed over me, wanting to make sure I was okay. Did I need some lotion? She had brought a variety. Perhaps she could massage me? I listened with a distant smile. "Leave it," I told her. "I like how it stings. It's my reward. My badge."

"I just- I just want to do this the right way."

I took her head in my hands and gave her face a series of ravenous pecks. We both pulled away laughing. "Thank you," I said to her, "thank you for this." I think I said it over and over, she hugged me and rubbed my back.

I felt a huge release of emotion. It was stress and tension, joy and rapture. I cried a little, and had to explain it all to Bella. She was worried for a moment, but I think she understood. The intensity was too much to process sometimes. "I feel good, so good," I said, wiping a tear from my cheek. "Elated. You made my body sing."

She smiled cautiously. "I think I heard it."

I hugged her tight and thanked her again. We made love after all this. Slowly, languidly. The toys were forgotten, I liked the idea of finding them scattered over the place in the morning.

We lay in the dark and I rested my head on her breasts. "I'm happy I found you." Maybe it was an odd thing to say, seeing as we'd known each other for years, but I felt I had to say it.

She stroked my hair. "Same. Did, um, did the house watch all of that?"

I giggled. "No, I asked them to give us space. They listen to me. We have boundaries. Besides, I can feel when they're around. When it's just us, it will be just us." I looked up, "Unless you want them to join in?"

She widened her eyes. "Join in? How many of them are there?"

I tried to give her the most mischievous smile possible. "This house has many hands."

"Oh boy."

We laughed. We talked in whispers, then. We talked about ourselves, and this strange old house. It felt like we were slowly stirring our lives together. I asked her to stay, for as long as she liked.

She thought for a moment, then her lips found my forehead and she planted a tender kiss there. "Okay."

We cuddled in the dark. All around us the house was quiet and still.

Silently, I thanked Donald Crook and the summoning stone for giving me this space. For bringing me and Bella together. As I dazed in her arms I felt the spirits gather around the bed, watching over us, protectively. I smelled lavender and smiled. They loved me and each other. They were at peace.

We were all safe. We all belonged. And I had the kind of home, the kind of love, I had always yearned for.

At last.