Charles Vane was not, by habit or nature, anything remotely resembling an idle flatterer. So in heaping such effusive praise on Anne's abilities, he was relating the absolute truth as he knew it. One day, he mused, he might position Anne beneath the desk in his quarters and conduct a day's business with his cock cradled in the warmth of her mouth.

Such imaginings were pushed aside though, as Charles brow furrowed, watching Anne rummaging through a small purse, and producing gems. If she wished her captain to be utterly perplexed, the woman had done her job admirably, and even more so when she placed them in her mouth.

A moment later, Charles started, body giving a tremor as he felt the stone's cool surface against his overheated cock. His eyes went wide staring at Anne as she proceeded to treat him to two entirely different sensations at once. "Fuck me, that feels good, your highness," he managed to groan. "I've always known you were clever with wealth, but this... is remarkable."