Page 25 of Basket Case

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.