Chapter 5
FIVE
His cock grew so quickly that the tip struck the underside of the duvet. I pulled my knees apart to stop it becoming trapped between them.
“That was quite a reaction.”
You spoke my name.
“Isn’t that what names are for?”
Not fae names.
I sat up and let the duvet fall to my waist. Aonghus’s cock stood at the front of the basket, already thicker than it had been when he fucked me earlier. New strands wound around the base while I watched, looking suspiciously like very heavy balls.
“You trusted me with it.”
Do not give me cause to regret that.
The warning should have sounded threatening, especially since it was spoken by an ancient magical being. Instead, it made my nipples tighten.
Aonghus noticed. A narrow braid ran up my stomach and circled one breast, pulling just firmly enough to make me catch my breath.
You like it when I command you.
“I might.”
You do.
His confidence made me want to argue, but the wicker tightened around my breast before I found a convincing lie. A second strand caught my other nipple between two smooth loops.
I gripped the duvet. “You were very obedient last night.”
You required reassurance. You also didn't believe it was real at first.
“And now?”
Now I know you will tell me if I go too far.
The strands released my breasts. I almost complained, but Aonghus curled them around the edges of the duvet instead and pulled it away in one forceful motion until it was crumpled at the end of the bed. Cold air touched my skin, followed by several lengths of warm wicker.
He hadn’t asked permission.
My pulse sped up because I didn’t want him to.
Tell me what you require.
I looked at the basket my family had kept for generations. Aonghus had carried whatever they placed inside him. He had been passed from one woman to another without being consulted, and the first thing I had done was demand that he change his body to suit me.
Even during sex, I had controlled his size, speed and every place he touched.
“Last night was about what I wanted,” I said. “This time, you decide.”
The strand around my breast loosened slightly. Explain.
“You’re in charge. You choose what shape you make, how you tie me and what you do once I can’t move.”
The cock flexed towards me, but Aonghus didn’t touch me again.
You would give me that much control?
“It’s only fair. Everyone else has spent centuries using you as a basket.”
I have carried peat, vegetables and far too much dirty laundry.
“Then perhaps it’s your turn to fill something.”
The wicker cock grew thicker.
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.
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.”
Aonghus obeyed. The basket struck the backs of my thighs with every thrust, and the moving ridge returned along his cock. I was already close, but the braid around my clit had gone completely still.
“Please touch my clit.”
No.
I groaned. “You said I could ask.”
You may ask. I may refuse.
“You’re enjoying this far too much.”
The cock stopped inside me.
Would you like me to stop enjoying myself?
“No.”
Then behave.
I lowered my head and tried to breathe. Aonghus resumed fucking me, slower now, making sure I noticed every ridge of the weave. The pressure built until I could think of nothing except the unmoving strand resting against my clit.
Then something cool touched the tight entrance of my arse. I couldn't see what it was, but it felt like a smooth, wet, much thinner version of the wicker cock.
It pushed inside me.
I swore against the pillow. Aonghus stopped moving his cock while the smaller strand stretched me carefully. It withdrew, coated itself in something that felt like oil and entered again. Each time it returned slightly thicker, opening me without any sharp pain.
The cock inside my pussy remained perfectly still. I could feel every hard ridge while the second shape worked deeper into my arse.
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
Yes.
There was no teasing in his answer. He wanted to fill me, hold me and decide exactly how I took him. For the first time in centuries, nobody was using his body for their own convenience.
He was using mine because I had offered it.
“Then do it.”
The wicker around my thighs pulled them wider. Aonghus withdrew both shapes until only their tips pressed against me.
Do not move.
I tightened my grip on the headboard. “I can’t.”
Good.
He pushed both cocks into me at once.
The stretch made my breath stop. My pussy clenched around the thicker shaft while the smaller cock filled my arse, the pressure between them unlike anything I had experienced. Aonghus moved slowly at first, letting my body adjust to taking him in both places.
“Fuck.”
Too much?
“No. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
Both cocks pulled back together, then drove inside me. The thick shaft rubbed through my pussy while the second pressed against it through the thin wall between them. I could feel every movement twice.
Aonghus tightened the restraint around my waist and began fucking me harder.
The cock in my arse stayed slightly behind the other, filling me just as the thicker one withdrew.
There was no empty moment. He kept me stretched around one shape or the other while the braid at my clit remained maddeningly still.
I tried to rub against it. Aonghus lifted the strand away.
“You bastard.”
The wicker struck my arse again. “Sorry. Please.”
Please what?
“Please let me come.”
Not yet.
I made a sound that would have embarrassed me under different circumstances. Aonghus drove both cocks deep and held them there while new strands wound around my breasts. They tightened behind my nipples and pulled just enough to add another sharp point of pressure.
I couldn’t move any part of my body without touching him. Wicker held my wrists, waist and thighs. It filled my pussy and arse, circled my breasts and rested close enough to my clit that I could feel its warmth without receiving the pressure I needed.
He had complete control.
I loved it.
Aonghus resumed his rhythm. The two cocks changed as they moved, ridges forming and disappearing wherever my body responded most strongly. The smaller one thickened inside my arse until I had to breathe through the stretch.
“That’s enough. Keep it there.”
The shape stopped growing immediately.
Even when he controlled everything, he listened.
The knowledge pushed me closer. My legs shook against the restraints and sweat dampened the pillow beneath my cheek.
“Aonghus, please.”
The braid returned to my clit.
It pressed down hard and began circling in time with his thrusts. I cried out, unable to hold back after being denied for so long. The first pulse of my orgasm tightened my pussy around his cock.
Say my name.
“Aonghus.”
I screamed it more than I said it.
A loud crack came from behind me.
The restraints around my wrists jerked tight, preventing me from turning to see what had happened. Aonghus’s cock pulsed inside my pussy while the smaller one began to unravel in my arse. Fine strands slipped out and streamed across the backs of my thighs.
Then the ridges inside my pussy smoothed.
The warm wicker became hot flesh. Hands replaced the braids around my hips, fingers digging into my skin while a solid body pressed against the backs of my legs.
I came so hard that I lost my grip on the headboard. The restraints held me upright as my pussy clenched around his cock. Aonghus drove deep and shuddered behind me, his fingers tightening while fresh leaves swept across the mattress.
“Kathleen.”
His voice no longer filled my head. He had spoken aloud.
The wicker around my wrists fell away. I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, and the cock inside me softened before slipping out. Aonghus released my hips as I rolled onto my back.
A man knelt where the basket had been.
His dark hair fell past his shoulders with several green leaves caught amongst the strands.
Fine brown markings crossed his arms and chest in the same pattern as the creel’s weave, disappearing beneath the hair leading down his stomach.
I intended to examine his face first, but he was completely naked and his cock was still hard and wet from being inside me.
I was somewhat distracted.
He flexed his fingers, staring at them as though hands were alien to him. Then he looked at me.
His eyes were the deep green of the leaves. They were beautiful and utterly non-human.
“You’re a man.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “I told you I was not a basket.”
His spoken voice was rougher than the one I had heard inside my head. It carried the same deep tone, but now I could hear his breath beneath it.
“What happened?”
Aonghus looked over his shoulder. The creel lay in pieces across the foot of the bed, its rigid sides reduced to loose willow strands and broken hoops. He touched one of the brown markings on his chest.
“The binding is gone.”
“I freed you?”
His gaze returned to me. “You spoke my name.”
“I said it earlier.”
“Not like that.” He looked as confused as I was. “You surrendered yourself to me freely, then called me by my true name while I held you. The old promise must have recognised that I was no longer being kept against my will.”
“That was the answer?”
“It appears so.”
I began to laugh. Generations of MacRae women had searched for the right ritual, and I had broken the enchantment through bondage, double penetration and an extremely well-timed orgasm.
Gran was never going to hear the full details.
Aonghus climbed over me, bracing one hand beside my head. His hair brushed my breasts, carrying the scent of wet leaves and wood smoke.
“Say it again.”
His cock pressed against my thigh. Apparently, being freed hadn’t affected his recovery time.
“Aonghus.”
He closed his eyes as if hearing his name in my voice was almost as good as the orgasm.
Then he kissed me.