Page 23 of Basket Case

Instead, the cock pressed against my entrance.

It was far too thick.

I opened my mouth, but Aonghus drew back before I could speak. The tip pushed against me again, only slightly smaller. He repeated the movement, changing himself by tiny amounts until my body stopped resisting the pressure.

He was testing me. Learning how much I could take without asking for instructions.

“More,” I whispered.

The braid around my waist tightened in warning. I bit the pillow and forced myself to remain still.

The cock entered me slowly. Its rounded head stretched my pussy, the damp wicker sliding in one thick inch at a time. Aonghus stopped whenever my muscles tensed, then continued as soon as they relaxed. By the time the basket pressed against the backs of my thighs, I was breathing hard into the pillow.

He held himself inside me without moving.

The fullness was almost unbearable. I tried to rock my hips, but the wicker around my waist prevented me.

You surrendered control.

I made an impatient noise.

You will take what I choose to give you.

A narrow braid circled my clit. It moved once, drawing a gasp from me, then stopped.

I tugged at the restraints. The wicker tightened around my wrists while Aonghus withdrew his cock. Every ridge dragged through my pussy before he pushed back inside with one firm thrust.

The bed creaked beneath us.

He set a slow rhythm. Each thrust pushed me deeper into the mattress while the braid at my clit moved just enough to keep me desperate. He would rub the right place twice, then pause until I stopped trying to chase the touch.

This was torture.

It was also the most attentive sex I had ever had. Aonghus noticed every change in my breathing and every involuntary clench around his cock. He didn’t need me to tell him what worked. He knew and deliberately withheld it.

The wicker cock changed shape inside me. A thick ridge formed near the base and travelled forward as he thrust, pressing against every sensitive place before disappearing at the tip.

I cried out into the pillow.

You may speak.

“Thank fuck.”

The strand struck my arse again.

“What was that for?”

You had an opportunity to ask me for what you wanted.

His cock slid out until only the head remained inside me. I pushed my hips back, but the restraint held me in place.

“Please fuck me.”

Better.

He drove into me hard enough to shake the bed. The next thrust was even deeper, his cock thickening as it filled me. I gripped the headboard while the wicker restraint pulled my wrists tighter.

“Harder.”