Flying from Cebu to London to Cardiff, Gray made his way out of the airport with the sole desire to find his own bed in his own home and sleep for a few days. He hadn’t expected to find anyone waiting for him by the exit. Scottie looked both sheepish and angry at himself.

“I didn’t miss you.” Scottie grabbed the bag from him and headed out of the airport with Gray trailing after him. “And you can stop laughing at me right now.”

Chuckling even more at the grumbling, Gray followed him to the car park. They stopped at a shiny new Jaguar SUV. Scottie tossed his bag into the back of the vehicle and turned toward him.

“New vehicle?”

“Slight issue with my bike.” Scottie’s mood seemed to darken almost immediately.

“Oh?” Gray hadn’t heard anything from either the twins or anyone else about Scottie getting in an accident. “What issue?”

“My old man drove over it while trying to park outside of my flat.” His lover shook his arms as if attempting to release his anger. “Or so he claims. I think the fucker was angry I wouldn’t give him any money for liquor. I said I’d pay for his treatment to keep the bastard alive. He’s more interested in drinking himself into the grave faster.”

Gray brought his hands up to rest on Scottie’s tense shoulders. He massaged them firmly while meeting his gaze. “Proud of you for making the offer to help him, kitten. It takes a strong man to offer kindness to someone who abused them.”

“I’m an idiot.” Scottie snorted derisively.

“No, you’re hurting.” Gray shifted one of his hands to grip his submissive by the back of the neck firmly. He peered over his shoulder into the vehicle. “Looks spacious.”

Scottie leaned back into the hand on his neck. “It is.”

All the exhaustion from his trip suddenly evaporated, Gray dug into Scottie’s pockets to find the keys to the Jaguar. He had plans for their drive back to his cottage, ones that required him to be in control of the vehicle. To his surprise, Scottie didn’t argue with him.

“I didn’t miss you,” Scottie repeated absently after several minutes of silence.

“So you’ve said, kitten.” Gray stretched his arm across the centre console and dropped it directly on Scottie’s crotch. “I punish lies, boy. Is that what you want? Do you need a session on the cross? Or maybe something more?”

“I didn’t….” Scottie trailed off when Gray squeezed his cock hard. “I might’ve missed you.”

Gray tightened his hold.

“I missed you, sir.”

“Good boy.” He continued his firm massage of Scottie’s shaft through his jeans. “There’s a private club in Cardiff that caters to gay Dominants. It’s run by a couple who I’ve known for a while. They moved up from London three years ago to open the Red Card.”

“I’d be front page news in the morning.” Scottie shook his head, though from the twitching of the cock in Gray’s hand, he was at least a little interested. “And you can’t make me go.”

Gray lifted his hand away from Scottie. They both needed clear heads to discuss boundaries. “If you truly aren’t interested, I would never betray your trust by forcing you into it. What if I could guarantee no one would see your face or your tattoos? A little exhibition and vulnerability within a controlled environment. Risk without actual risk.”

“Is that even possible?”

“Leo and Dimas run a nightclub. They pride themselves on the exclusivity and privacy of the Red Card. It’s usually frequented by people who have something to lose if their chosen lifestyle were to be front page news.” Gray had known Leolin Priddy for many years. They’d met at a BDSM club in New York City; they shared similar tastes in submissives. Leo was one of the few Dominants that he considered to be a friend. “You might enjoy talking to Dimas Acosta.”

“The footballer?” Scottie sat up in the chair. “Are you kidding me? He’s a submissive.”

Gray sent a bemused smile at him. “Scottie Monk is a submissive. Why couldn’t a famous soccer player be one as well?”

“Football, not soccer,” Scottie corrected. “How private is the club?”

“Only card-carrying members are allowed inside. The club provides masks to completely cover the faces of both Dominants and submissives. All members are required to sign non-disclosure agreements. It’s fucking expensive to join as well.” Gray only knew about Dimas because he’d had dinner with the couple a few times since moving to Cardiff. “What do you think, kitten? Are you interested?”

Scottie reached down to adjust himself in his trousers, shifting in the seat. “Fuck.”

That’s a yes.

“Use your words, boy.” Gray refused to move forward on the idea forming in his mind unless Scottie gave a confident answer. He firmly believed submissives had to decide to cross lines on their own. “Well?”

“Yes.”

Gray reached his hand out to resume his fondling of Scottie’s cock through his jeans. “How many times do you have to be told to ask nicely?”

Scottie glared at him but bucked up against Gray’s hand. “I want to go to the bloody club.”

Gray remained silent.

Scottie huffed in annoyance at the silence, and finally asked with a hint of anger in his voice, “Will you take me to the club, sir?”

“Would you like me to parade you around as mine?” Gray slowly lowered Scottie’s zipper and worked his hand inside. “Show you off to all the other Dominants? Pinken your ass while you’re tied up in front of everyone?”

“Yes.” Scottie inhaled sharply when Gray’s hand made it inside his boxers to wrap around his cock. “Yes. Please.”

“Can you imagine yourself bound before a cheering audience who has no idea who you are?” Gray described in graphic detail what he had planned while continuing to stroke his Scottie’s cock. “You’d beg for it, wouldn’t you? Like a good kitten.”

With most of his attention on not wrecking the new Jaguar, Gray drove Scottie to the brink with his words and his fingers. Though their separation hadn’t been for an extended period, they’d both felt the absence. The climax took both men by surprise.

“You did miss me.” Gray smirked while pulling his hand free, covered in the evidence of Scottie’s orgasm. He held his fingers up to the younger man’s lips. “Lick them clean. And kitten?”

“What?” Scottie managed to appear turned on and ticked off at the same time.

“I’m happy to see you too.”