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  “Excuse me,” Rhodri said. “Do you know where the Signature lounge is?”

  “Yes, it’s on the other side of the airport. You need to drive back onto the main road and follow signs. It has its own car park.”

  “Back onto the main road?” Rhodri was confused.

  “Yes, it’s the arrival and departure lounge for private planes, sir.”

  “Private planes?”

  “Yes.” She smiled then walked away.

  Darius had told him to meet at the private lounge. What on earth was going on? Perhaps he should have texted Darius a few more times over the week. Enquired more about their date.

  Private plane?

  He headed outside again, head ducked against the drizzle. The clouds had been heavy for two days now, their fat bellies dragging over the hills and rooftops. He wouldn’t have minded being at Cardiff airport for the reason of jetting off to the sun. Perhaps Greece or Spain, two places he’d been to before and had a great time—just for a week or so, he wouldn’t want to live there.

  After rushing back to his car and heading onto the main road, he made his way towards the other side of the airport. A pale grey sign with Signature written in swirling black writing directed him up a smaller road.

  Once more he parked up. Elbows on the steering wheel, he squinted through the drizzle at the neat white building with the same grey sign over the door.

  “There must be some mistake?” He shook his head and tried to figure it out. It must just be a convenient meeting point for Darius. Perhaps he knew someone who worked there and he’d had coffee with them as he waited for Rhodri to arrive.

  Rhodri frowned. He wanted Darius to himself for the day. The sooner he made that happen, the better. That was the arrangement. Saturday was theirs.

  Stepping out of the car, he pulled his jacket tighter around himself, then headed towards the building. The runway ran parallel to the car park and along with a big blue Thomson plane there were several smaller jets. In the distance the air traffic control tower was shrouded in mist, its spinning radar eerily silent as it swooped through the damp air.

  He pushed into the building and was greeted with a pocket of warmth and the scent of polish.

  “Hello?” A woman with shocking red lipstick and slicked back hair smiled at him.

  “Er, hi. I’m meeting someone in the lounge.”

  “Yes, of course.” She stepped out from behind her desk and indicated a heavy wooden door. “It’s just through there.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Rhodri glanced at his watch. He was a few minutes late because of his heading to the wrong side of the airport. He hoped that wouldn’t matter too much to Darius.

  As he stepped into the room his heart stuttered.

  Standing facing away from him, and staring out at the runway, was Darius. He wore casual light blue jeans and the same leather jacket he’d had on the week before. The position of his arms made Rhodri think he was holding something, a mug perhaps.

  He cleared his throat.

  Darius turned.

  He held a white cup and saucer, his jacket was undone and he had a sexy smile playing with his mouth. “Hello, Sir.”

  Damn, the way he spoke. That alone was enough to give Rhodri a hard-on.

  Rhodri stepped up to him, glancing around as he did so. They were alone in the sleek room that had pure white walls, plush furniture to match and several bowls of lemons and limes dotted about.

  “You look good enough to eat,” Rhodri said, taking Darius’ face in his palms.

  “Well I won’t complain about that,” Darius said.

  Rhodri pressed his mouth over Darius’ beautiful lips. He’d had a wet dream the night before just thinking about his mouth, tongue, throat. Now here he was kissing him, claiming him.

  Darius sighed and swept his tongue over Rhodri’s.

  He tasted of everything Rhodri needed and more. Fuck it. He was going to kiss him all day, not stop, just keep…

  A clinking sound broke their kiss.

  Rhodri glanced downwards.

  The cup had tipped in the saucer. Luckily it held only a tiny splash of what appeared to be tea.

  “Whoops.” Darius set it aside. “Didn’t take long for fluid to be spilt.”

  Rhodri smiled. “Yeah, I guess it’s been a tough week, huh?”

  “You could say that.” Darius placed his hand over his groin.

  “Any…incidents?” Rhodri raised his eyebrows.

  “Several. That video didn’t help.”

  “I’m sure it didn’t.” Rhodri palmed Darius’ groin. The solidness of the metal confinement was evident through the material of his jeans and damn it was a turn-on. To know that Darius’ cock was contained, all eager and hungry, but caged like a beast. It made Rhodri want to get busy with the key right now and release him.

  But he wouldn’t. He was the Master; he was the one in control. He had to exercise restraint, for a little while longer at least.

  “So why have we met here?” Rhodri asked, slipping his hand higher until it rested over Darius’ shoulder. The material of his jacket was super-soft, the finest quality. “Do you know someone?”

  “Not in here. Cardiff isn’t somewhere I’ve flown to in the past.”

  Rhodri laughed. “You flew here? What’s the matter with the train?”

  Darius tipped his head. He frowned slightly, then gestured out of the window. “What’s the point in catching the train when I have my own, much more efficient, transport?”

  “Your own…?”

  “Plane, yes.”

  Rhodri opened and closed his mouth. Had he heard Darius right?

  “That one, the Leer.” Darius kind of shrugged. “It’s mine.”

  “You have your own fucking plane?” Rhodri stepped away. “Jesus Christ.”

  “What?” Darius knotted his fingers beneath his chin and frowned.

  “Are you rich or something?” Rhodri tore his attention from Darius and stepped up to the rain-streaked window.

  The plane Darius had pointed out was a sleek white jet with two engines above the wings and four windows down the side. The tail was painted red and the cockpit windows reminded him of squinting black eyes. It must have cost a fortune. Just like most addresses in Chelsea…

  “Rich is the measure of money,” Darius said. “It’s just numbers. Wealth interests me more.”

  “What?”

  “Wealth can relate to a whole host of things. Having good friends, happy memories, a caring lover. Those things make you wealthy.” He paused. “Rich is just money.”

  “Well that bloody thing out there cost a fair packet.” Rhodri turned back to him. For some reason he felt deceived, tricked. Why hadn’t Darius told him he was a millionaire? He must be. Planes cost millions, didn’t they?

  “And that bothers you?” Darius took a step back, almost as if he were shrinking away. “That I’m rich. That I don’t lay in bed at night worrying about paying the bills.”

  “Yeah, it bothers me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “You didn’t ask.”

  “I asked what you did and you said stocks and shares.”

  “That’s the truth. I’m just really fucking good at it, and I’ve got lucky more times than I haven’t.” He dropped his hands and clenched his fists, raised his chin slightly. “And I’m not going to apologise for that. Everyone wants to be good at their chosen career.”

  “And I wouldn’t want you to apologise, it’s just…” Rhodri was finding it hard to work through his tumble of emotions. His plan was to care for Darius in and out of the bedroom, love him the way a Dom should, but this hugely unequal balance of finances had shaken the foundation of his plan.

  “But what difference would it have made?” Darius asked, spreading his fingers and holding his palms out. “To us? If you’d known.”

  Rhodri studied him. “I don’t know.” But it did.

  A hint of a smile played with Darius’ mouth. “It woul
dn’t have made any difference.”

  “How’d you figure that out?”

  “Because we’re attracted to each other. We want the same things.” He paused. “You’re Sir to me and I’m a sub. Why would a few zeros on my bank balance affect that?”

  Rhodri was quiet for a moment, letting Darius’ words sink in. Also letting who Darius was settle into his psyche. Clearly he was an incredibly successful, high-flying trader who could more than provide for himself. Yet his fragility, his physical vulnerability had appealed so much to Rhodri.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Darius said, stepping a little closer to Rhodri.

  “What’s that then?”

  “That I can buy anything, anyone. That I don’t need a Master or at least not a full time one. If I want to hire one, I can. If I want a man, male company, I can just buy it.”

  Rhodri was quiet.

  “But money can’t buy everything. The way you’ve made me feel since the moment I saw you has been exciting, frustrating, delicious, agonising. All of those things moulded together into one erotic bundle of anticipation is priceless. Money can’t buy that, Rhodri.” He reached out and touched Rhodri’s cheek, his thumb scraping against his stubble. “Money can’t buy me a man who wants to own me, take control of my pleasure, care for me, tease me…fuck me.”

  “I do want to fuck you.” A vision of bending him over right there and fucking his arse hard and fast swept through Rhodri’s mind. Perhaps he’d be cruel and not remove the chastity, just to pay him back for not saying he was a rich City boy from the get-go.

  Darius smiled. “Good, so shall we?”

  “Shall we what?”

  “Get ready for takeoff?”

  “Takeoff?” Was that a euphemism?

  “Humphrey and his co-pilot are waiting for us.”

  “Waiting for us?”

  Darius put his hand over his groin and appeared to adjust the chastity slightly. “Yeah, this fish restaurant. It’s up north.”

  “Whereabouts up north?” Rhodri frowned. He wasn’t so sure about this whole thing.

  “Don’t look so worried. You’ll love it. The best plaice and cod in the Atlantic.”

  “You didn’t answer my question.” And that will earn you a spank.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” Darius blinked rapidly a couple of times.

  Oh, how Rhodri wanted to upend him, slap his pale buttocks ‘til they glowed.

  “It’s in Kirkwell,” Darius said.

  “Kirkwell?”

  “Yep, on the Orkney Islands?”

  Rhodri tried to recall where that was. “Scotland?” If he remembered correctly it was a cluster of islands high above the tip of Scotland, the most northerly point in the British Isles.

  Darius nodded. “Yep, tip of Scotland, and it will only take a couple of hours to get there on the plane. Well worth it for a wonderful meal with a man who has made me hot for it all week.”

  “Hot for it. I’ll turn your hide blazing hot for this.”

  A flush of colour bled onto Darius’ cheeks. “I’m sorry, Sir, if I’ve offended you. I’ll take my punishment.”

  “You haven’t offended me.” Rhodri ran his hand over Darius’ hair. “Just shocked a simple Welsh boy, that’s all.”

  “There’s nothing simple about you.”

  Rhodri huffed. “Well, I guess you’re right there.” He glanced out of the window again. Really? Head off in that fancy thing?

  “I’m still me,” Darius said. “Still the man you ate dinner with last week, sent a wicked chastity device to, and a dirty video.”

  “Oh yeah, the video.”

  Again Darius appeared to shift the device that contained his cock. “Thought I was going to burst out of this thing a few times.”

  “That would have been interesting.”

  Darius smiled. It was a sexy, flirty, really-fucking-dirty smile. “Not half as interesting as it could get when we’re a mile high.”

  “Right, let’s do this. Get on the damn plane.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Darius pressed his lips together as though holding in a huge grin. He turned and headed to the door.

  Pushing into the damp day, Rhodri set his hand on the small of Darius’ back. The wind had picked up, the drizzle turned to rain.

  An official appeared. “Mr Bennington. You’re all set for takeoff.”

  “Thank you.” Darius hurried towards the plane.

  Rhodri followed.

  A set of steps were lowered, as though someone had been waiting for them.

  “Will it be okay, flying in this wind and rain?”

  “Absolutely fine. Can’t wait to get above the clouds and see blue sky. The weather is always lovely up there.”

  Rhodri indicated for Darius to climb the steps first.

  As he stepped in behind him he was greeted by an older gentleman in a grey suit with golden wings embroidered on the shoulders.

  “I’m Captain Humphrey Steel,” he said to Rhodri and held out his hand. “Welcome aboard.”

  “Er, thanks.” Rhodri shook then studied his surroundings.

  The interior of the plane was like nothing he’d ever seen before. It was all sleek black lines and cream leather. There were four big seats facing each other, and a sofa set parallel with the length of the fuselage, that had a small coffee table in front of it. There was a drinks cabinet packed with glasses and bottles, subtle overhead lighting, plush red curtains at the windows. It gave the impression of a luxury living room, a million miles away from the cattle class travel he’d used in the past.

  “Do you like it?” Darius asked.

  “Er, yeah.” Rhodri shook his head.

  The captain pulled up the steps, silencing the sound of the rain tapping on the tarmac. “It should be an easy enough trip, sir, the wind is only a light south westerly and this rain is set to break soon.”

  “Great.” Darius shrugged out of his leather jacket and lay it over the end of the sofa. “How long will it take?”

  “I’m estimating one hour thirty with the head wind.”

  “Perfect. And could I request that we’re not disturbed back here? We have some very important business to attend to.”

  “Absolutely, sir.” The captain nodded. “See you when we land.” He retreated into the cockpit, the door shutting with a resounding click.

  “Bloody hell,” Rhodri said, blowing out a breath. “This is incredible.” He ran his hand over the back of one of the chairs, then stroked a curtain. “It’s luxurious.”

  “It’s also very convenient.” Darius sat carefully as though making sure the chastity didn’t cause him discomfort, and fastened his seatbelt. “There’s a bathroom back there if you need it.” He nodded to the rear which was the direction he was now facing.

  “I’m good for now.”

  Darius smiled. “Sit. We’ll take off soon. Humphrey doesn’t hang about unless he has to.” He indicated the seat opposite.

  “Hey.” Rhodri pressed his hands onto Darius’ chair, either side of his head and leant close, so close their noses were almost touching. “Who do you think you’re bossing about?” He raised his eyebrows.

  “I’m…er…sorry, Sir.” He swallowed.

  “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” Rhodri stared into his whispery-blue eyes. If this was the new way it was then he’d have to grip their situation by the horns. He couldn’t show weakness just because his bank balance didn’t add up to the same as his sub’s. If Darius didn’t think it mattered then he’d go along with that attitude and see if it worked.

  “I won’t,” Darius said. “You after all hold the key, Sir.”

  Rhodri smiled. “You’re right. I do.” He kissed Darius, a hard, passion-infused kiss that he hoped would send blood racing to Darius’ cock. He ran his hand behind his head, cupping his nape and pulled him closer.

  What he really wanted to do was strip him naked, tie him up to the damn fancy chair he was sat in and get his cock out. Then as they flew through the clouds he’d tease and arouse
him, make him beg for release…

  The engine started and the plane jolted into movement.

  Rhodri broke the kiss. “Hold that thought,” he said, sitting opposite Darius and fastening his seatbelt.

  “Which one? There are so many.”

  “The one where I use this.” Rhodri pulled the key from his wallet and held it up between them.

  Darius stared at it.

  “Is there a reason you asked the captain not to disturb us?” Rhodri asked.

  “I just thought we’d like alone time. We haven’t seen each other all week.”

  “Ahh…and here was me thinking you were hoping I’d use this, release you, once we took to the sky.”

  Darius swallowed.

  “I’d like the truth. Not having the truth upsets me.”

  “Yes, Sir. I hoped you would. Release me, that is.”

  Suddenly the engines became much louder and Rhodri felt his body shifting as the plane shot forward. The acceleration thrilled him and he looked out of the window. The terminal in the distance and the trees and fence surrounding the airport whizzed by in a blur. Just as he felt the plane could go no faster it lifted upwards and the noise of the wheels on the runway ceased.

  “Love this bit,” Darius said, also looking out of the window. “So cool to see the world shrinking away.”

  “Yeah.” They were in the clouds already, the rooftops of barns, cottages and farms smudged by the misty air.

  A few bumps of turbulence jostled them.

  Darius gripped the sides of his chair.

  Rhodri didn’t. “You okay?”

  “Fine. Never have got used to those bumps though.”

  Rhodri smiled. “It will be okay, relax.” He looked out of the window again. Already their steep climb was taking them to finer clouds. A sudden stream of light pierced the window and a flash of brilliant blue appeared. “Here we go, we’re above the rain.”

  As he spoke the plane began to flatten out.

  Darius released the arms of the chair. “Good, we’re up.”

  “Well the plane is. I know I am, but let’s allow you some up time, shall we?” Rhodri held the key aloft again. The sunlight hit it and it sparkled, sending a diamond prism across the ceiling.

  “That sounds like a very good plan, Sir.” Darius licked his lips and shifted in the chair. “Thank you.”