A laugh escaped me. “I thought you might like that idea.”
Turn around.
The command was so sharp that I moved without thinking. I shifted onto my knees, then hesitated.
Was this one big mistake? But I thought it was time for him to get what he needed. It wasn't just about me.
I turned to face the headboard. “All right. You’re in charge.”
The basket moved behind me with a series of soft creaks. I tried to look over my shoulder, but a strand caught my chin and turned my face forwards.
Hands above your head.
I placed them against the wooden headboard. Wicker wound around both wrists and threaded through the carved slats, pulling my arms wide. Another braid circled my waist while thicker lengths wrapped around each thigh.
I tested the restraints. They held me firmly without biting into my skin.
On your knees.
“I already am.”
The braid around my waist tightened.
“Sorry.”
You will be.
That sounded promising.
Aonghus pulled my hips higher and pushed my knees apart. The position left me exposed, my breasts pressed into the pillows and my arse raised towards him. Cool air brushed my wet pussy.
Nothing touched me.
I waited. The silence continued until I became painfully aware of every place he could reach. The huge cock hovered behind me. Smaller strands lay across my thighs without moving, and the restraint around my waist kept me exactly where he wanted me.
“Aonghus.”
The basket creaked.
Did I permit you to speak?
My pussy clenched. “No.”
A strand struck my arse. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but the sharp slap echoed through the room.
I twisted against the restraints. “You could have warned me.”
Another slap landed on the other side.
You asked me to be in charge.
“I did.”
Then be quiet.
I pressed my face into the pillow to hide my grin. Apparently, centuries of being used for vegetable storage had given Aonghus opinions about authority.
A thin strand slid between my thighs. It passed over my pussy without touching my clit, gathering the wetness before withdrawing. I waited for it to return.