Page 16 of Basket Case

I pushed my hips forwards. The tip slipped inside, stretching me enough to make me swear, and Creel stayed still while I adjusted. I took another inch, then another, feeling every ridge in the weave as it dragged against me.

“Give me a moment.”

He stopped immediately. I breathed through the stretch until my pussy relaxed around him, then tightened my fingers around the wicker holding my wrists.

“More.”

Creel pulled back and pushed into me again. Anchored to the bedframe, the basket held firm while I lifted my hips to meet each thrust, taking him a little deeper every time. Bands of wicker wound around my thighs and held them apart.

“Faster.”

His cock flexed with the angle of my hips, finding the position that felt best. Small ridges formed along the shaft and began moving from the base to the tip as he pulled out, then rolled in the other direction when he drove back inside.

“Oh fuck. Do that again.”

Ask properly.

“Please.”

Please what?

I groaned in frustration. “Please fuck me harder.”

Good girl.

He thrust deep, and the restraints held me down while his cock drove into me. The moving ridges rubbed every part of my pussy, changing before I could grow used to them. I stopped caring that he was a basket or that we were in Gran’s bed. I wanted him to keep going until I forgot my own name.

Creel’s groans became rougher. The confident comments disappeared as my pussy tightened around him and the leaves covering his handle shook against the mattress.

Kathleen. Touch me.

“My hands are tied.”

The wicker around my right wrist loosened at once. I reached down and gripped the base of his cock, squeezing the woven strands while he moved inside me.

Creel jerked hard enough to rock the basket.

“Like that?”

Again.

I tightened my hand. His cock swelled inside me, the sudden extra thickness pushing me close to my limit. It felt too good to tell him to shrink.

“That’s it. Stay that size.”

I cannot.

His voice sounded desperate. He’d lost control of the wicker, and the knowledge that I had done that to him sent me closer to the edge.

His thrusts became faster as I rubbed my clit with my free hand. The basket creaked against the bed, and fresh leaves pushed through his weave each time I squeezed him.

“Don’t stop.”

Creel drove into me and held himself deep. His cock tightened around itself, squeezing and releasing inside my pussy while every strand around my wrist and thighs began to shake.

I came with him. My pussy clenched around the pulsing wicker as the orgasm tore through me, leaving my legs trembling against the restraints. Creel groaned my name inside my head, and another burst of green leaves spread across his handle.

The wicker loosened as soon as we stopped moving. He released my wrist and thighs, then softened inside me and slipped out. I lay there catching my breath while a tentacle curled around my waist and another stroked the inside of my leg.