She knew he preferred to be in charge, and she had no objections to being his complete submissive - at least not when she knew she could take control later to even things out. She was submissive, but not a doormat.

Anne felt his release flood inside her, his heat filling her up and even dripping out and along her thighs. She bit down hard on the pillow as she cried out, riding out wave after wave of pleasure from her orgasm. Her walls continued to quake and tremble around him. Anne took deep, heaving breaths as she came down, completely spent as she relaxed against the bed. Her body wanted nothing more than to simply melt against the bunk.

She turned her face a little to glance over her shoulder. Her face was completely flushed, lips pouted as she caught her breath. He'd overpaid on their arrangement, and she likely would take it upon herself to find some way to return the favor when she went out to make amends with Eleanor.

"Going to be difficult walking back into Nassau now," she chuckled breathlessly. Anne was absolutely certain her legs would be useless to her for at least an hour.