Equal Shares Ch. 48

"All right. Any other limits, or desires?"

"No scat or water-sports. I just want you to be in charge of me, sir. I'll do as I'm told, I promise. Otherwise you'll have to punish me."

"I thought you didn't want pain?"

"I don't, but a spanking if I'm disobedient won't make me use my safeword. I think." Stan saw Anne blush, she looked down and hesitated. "I have as much experience in this as you do, sir. If I may make a small suggestion, we ought to take it slowly."

"I think that's an excellent suggestion. You can start, then, by making me a cup of tea."

Anne looked up at Stan again for a moment, then answered, "Yes, sir," and rose to walk into the kitchen.

This gave Stan time to think. What should he do, and how far should he, could he, take this?

A few minutes later, Anne returned with the tea. She found Stan sitting in his recliner, a long black strap in his hand.

"Recognise this?" he asked her.

"Retaining strap off some component trays," she told him.

"Correct. Velcro, quick-release, cushioned and static-conductive, though that last is of little importance here. I liberated some from The Firm before we left; I thought they'd come in useful. Now, they will. Come; sit with your back to me, hands behind you."

Anne complied, and he used the strap to fasten her wrists together. He used a scrunchy to pull Anne's hair into a ponytail.

"Stand up!"

Anne stood, gracefully, and he lifted the back of her short dress. No panties. He goosed her, and she involuntarily moved away. "Ah-ah-ahh!" he told her, and pulled her back lightly by the hair.

"Now, I'm going to take my pleasure with you. You'll do as I tell you, and make sure that I enjoy it. For now, sit at my feet while I drink my tea."

Anne sat by his feet for several minutes, during which time he completely ignored her. Finishing his tea, he stood and said, "Come."

Stan walked up the stairs to his room. On the way, he stopped off in the bathroom and picked up a washcloth, dampening it in the sink. He led Anne into his bedroom, where he stood her next to his bed. Removing the strap, he told her, "Strip." Anne complied, unsuccessfully hiding a slight smile.

"You're a good cocksucker, something you'll have a chance to show in a moment. Your cunt's not bad, I suppose, too. But today I'm going up your ass. Have anything to say?"

Anne's smile disappeared, but she shook her head. "No, sir. Um, I'm not sure I'm clean."

"Then you'll have to wash me off afterwards. Think about that next time!"

"Yes, sir."

Stan sat on the edge of the bed, and simply said, "Suck."

Anne complied. She enjoyed doing this with Stan anyway, he knew. He wasn't sure she'd enjoy the next part quite so much, but that was the point, wasn't it? Anne was giving herself for his pleasure, and would, he hoped, be deriving pleasure from that, if not from the actual acts involved.

Stan felt his climax getting near, and didn't want to go too soon, so he commanded her to stop. He stood.

"Remove my clothes, and get me ready to use your ass for my pleasure," he ordered.

She stood gracefully and removed his clothes, eyes lowered. She looked up at him occasionally through her lashes. It was intended to be seductive, and it worked on Stan very well indeed. As she undressed him she missed no opportunity to touch and caress him, though Stan was careful not to let her take him too far. Nonetheless, by the time he was naked, Anne had worked them both into a state of throbbing, dripping readiness for more.

Stan pushed her, fairly roughly, over to the bed and used two of the Velcro straps interlocked to tie her wrists to the head of he bed, face down. "Kneel, legs wide apart, ass up in the air!" he told her.

Stan got on the bed and knee walked behind her. He reached over to his bedside drawer and got out the lube he'd used with Denise, months before. Stan had really enjoyed taking her ass, and both had enjoyed it again a couple of times since.

Stan spread her cheeks with one hand and squeezed some lube onto the dark wrinkled roundel of her anus. He massaged it around a little, then inserted a finger. "Has anyone been here before, Anne?" he asked, in a rough tone."

"Only a finger, sir. Nothing more," she replied, a nervous tinge to her voice.

"My cock's a bit bigger than a finger, girl." Not that much bigger, he noted, ruefully. That was probably a good thing, now. He continued to work his lubed finger in Anne's tight puckered hole, and as she relaxed a little he added a second finger, with more lube on it.

Stan withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the washcloth. Squeezing more lube onto his hand, he greased his cock liberally, getting himself ready to enter her, to take her last virginity. The thought made him even stiffer.

With one hand on her hip, he used the other to place the tip of his erection at the entrance, and pushed slightly. Anne flinched a little and involuntarily squeezed to prevent him. "Relax, Anne," he said, soothingly, and after a moment or two felt her do so.

Stan had taken his 'lessons' with Denise to heart, and went very slowly, taking well over a minute to insert just the head of his erection into Anne's tight, hot ass. He just kept up a slow but steady pressure, letting Anne's body get used to the invader gradually.

Finally, he could wait no longer. "Are you ready for me, Anne, ready to be my anal-slave? Or do you want to say something else?"

Anne's breath was coming in short pants, but she just said, "Go on, sir. Take my ass."

Stan increased the pressure and felt his prick slowly slide deeper and deeper into Anne's rectum, past the inner ring and deeper into her body. It was exquisite, hot and tight and he knew he wouldn't be lasting long. Eventually he felt his groin pressed tightly against the round buttocks of his lover/slave, and halted there.

"Is it all in?" Anne asked him, voice tight.

"Yes, my love, you have all of me. Are you ready?"

Anne paused and then, getting back into character, said, "Could you give your slave a moment, please, sir?"

'NO!' Stan's body screamed, he desperately wanted to just start sawing in and out of her, to achieve his release, but he held back.

He felt Anne's body spasming against him as she fought to get used to the feeling of him deep inside where no one had been before. Denise had told him that it was a feeling that she couldn't describe, but that her body simply had to take time to get used to. Finally, Anne grunted, "Okay sir. Slowly, though, please!"

Stan began to move, slowly at first as his slave had requested, but then he began to pick up the pace. In truth he couldn't really control himself. Soon he was forcing himself into Anne, then pulling out, long, hard strokes that had him rapidly building to the climax he'd denied himself earlier. He pulled almost all of the way out of Anne's body, then slammed himself deep into her as he grunted with the force of his ejaculation.

Controlling himself once more, he withdrew gradually from Anne, kissing the back of her neck, running butterfly kisses along her spine. "Are you okay, love?" he asked, tenderly.

"Oh, God, that hurts! Er, I mean, yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

Stan reached up and undid Anne's restraints.

"Slave, you've been wonderful. But I want Anne back, now, if you don't mind." Anne rolled to her side, facing him, her eyes bright with tears, and he kissed her. She nodded, and he undid her collar. "My love, I don't want you to be my slave now, I want you to be my loving partner. I'll clean you up and pamper you."

So pamper her he did, taking her to the bathroom and washing himself and Anne and then, running her a bath. He poured in some of the scented bath oil that Anne had left in his bathroom. He helped her to get in, and when she was nice and relaxed, washed her hair. He rinsed her off and told her to relax, that he'd be back in a few minutes.

He reappeared some time later with a bottle of white wine and two glasses on a tray. Then he gently attended to her needs, with lips and tongue and teeth and fingers, until Anne too shuddered, cried and came.

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Later, relaxing, cuddled up to her, he heard Anne say, "I think I can see why some people like that, Stan. It's incredibly intense, and for me, at least, quite submissive."

"Mmm. I could see that. You were wonderful, Anne."

"I'm not saying you have to tie me up to do that. Just that it's good for me to be submissive, sometimes. I suppose I'm in charge so much, sometimes I feel the need for someone else to take charge. Maybe we can try anal again, sometime, without the restraints?

Stan paused to think for a minute. "You sound a bit confused, Anne."

It was her turn to hesitate. "I think I am confused, Stan. That's why I want to try it without the collar, with me being Anne, not your little slave girl. And we can do it the other way around, as well, you can tie me up and play with me, with my collar on, but not take me there. What do you think?"

"I think it's good to experiment, love. We'll try it, then, sometime. Or, perhaps, sometimes. But now, I want to sleep with my wonderful, experimental, lover."

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The intervening time at Boundless Waves had been full, for all three. Anne had been waiting for the initial prototype devices to come back, and had a test ready to run at an outside company. Denise had been helping her with setting up and running simulations and then analysing them, as well as the running of the internal network of PC's. Stan had his hands full being a combination of buyer, engineer and progress chaser, as well as trying to ensure that all the reliability and regulatory issues were covered.

The Pacific office of their end-customer was running eight hours behind GMT. This made scheduling meetings with the engineers and line managers interesting, to say the least. But Stan needed to know how the prototypes and testing set-ups were coming along. This Friday, June the twenty-second, was going to be even worse, as the earliest Stan could arrange a meeting was for ten o'clock in the evening, his time. Sid and Ken would also be at this teleconference. Anne and Denise had had their own late, late night meeting the night before, after which Anne had triumphantly declared, "It works as advertised!"

Now Stan, Ken and Sid would be negotiating the best price and delivery combination to meet what promised to be a very lucrative contract. At the same time, there had already been feelers for buying them out from Shucor themselves, and others were now showing interest. But it could all fall down if the contract didn't get signed, or if the delivery of the devices was too late.

Sid went to Anne and Denise and told them, "You two may as well push off early today. We'll see you tomorrow morning. Well done to the both of you!" Sid had been beaming all day, but now, Anne could see, he was on tenterhooks. She stood, kissed him and said, "It'll all go well, Sid. Don't worry."

Anne and Denise gratefully left the office just after lunchtime. They both gave Stan a big kiss. "That's to tide you over until we see you tomorrow, Stan," Denise told him.

The two ladies left together, and Stan, Sid and Ken waited to find out if they'd become a business, as well as a technical, success.