Page 21 of Basket Case

“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.