Thirty Seven

30 minutes later we had arrived at an airport, to my surprise. I was certain wherever Nate was taking me was still within the UK, but as he pulled up outside a sleek black, private jet with the Amaris Moon symbol delicately painted before the wings, I realised I couldn’t have been more wrong.

The flight wasn’t too long, I spent the most of the journey continuously asking Nate where we were going, hoping to break his silence. But damn, this man was dedicated to the cause. He refused to budge; telling me if I asked once more I’d build a list of spanks he owed me. However, I couldn’t help it. I was ridiculously impatient and I had a horny wolf inside my mind encouraging me. By the time the 2 hour flight was over, I’d built myself quite the number of spanks owed. Although truthfully, I’d only continued asking for that reason.

Joel and his men sat on the far end of the jet, allowing Nate and I to have some form of alone time on the sofa further up. The black suede sofa had been big enoug