"This wasn't exactly what I was… Expecting, per se, when you said you wanted something from me." I mumbled irritably as I shifted my legs a bit. Derek… Master… Had a very irritating habit of demanding I sit still. It's really starting to fray my nerves. I didn't have much of a choice, at this point.

"It's necessary. We need your fingerprints." Derek replied back to me. Sitting over there, so smug, and… irritatingly handsome.

Ugh.

"Stop wiggling." He added.

"I'm only moving my toes!" I complained immediately, voice more of a whine than I had wanted it to sound.

"If those fingerprints are distorted, Stiles, I'll have to make you sit to do another cast. And if that happens, you'll be sitting on a very sore ass for another hour. It's in your best interest to hold still."

Okay, that was pretty good incentive. I could already imagine what he'd do to give me a sore ass, and I had a feeling it involved his hands, or a belt. That didn't mean I couldn't glare and pout at him though.

Derek was unfazed by my staring. He simply turned the page of whatever it was he was reading, doing a really amazing job of acting like I didn't exist. I had a good view of him though, and since I was stuck, I decided to take the chance to try and 'get to know' the enemy.

At least, I tried to. But that man's face gives nothing away! Note to self: Don't ever play poker with him. Or gamble in any way, shape, or form if it means betting against Derek.

My intense scrutiny of his face was little more than intensely staring at him, and making faces. It did, however, remind me of just how unfairly handsome he was.

Currently, he was sitting in a leather wingback chair, one long leg perched up with his ankle sitting on top of his other thigh. Long fingers holding stark white pages of paper… I was somewhat familiar with what those fingers are capable of. Mentally, I dubbed them 'Life Ruiners'. His whole body was broad, firm. Skin taut over muscle, cloth gripping skin. On some level, I was impressed that he wasn't popping seams on his clothes.

I couldn't quite make out the color of his eyes. They were obscured by the way his eyelashes fanned out with his lids drooped to read the papers in his lap. I really, really wanted to hate his face. With his stupid cheekbones, and jawline… His ridiculous nose, and that fucking mouth…

'Ugh, really? Did you really have to lick your lips just at the same time I was looking at them?'

Sighing, I craned my head back, trying to roll it around on my shoulders to relieve the ache in them. Sitting with my hands in this goop was definitely not something I would have volunteered to do. Especially after being tied up most yesterday. At least I could definitely tell that the goop wasn't so… goopy anymore. It was setting up at last.

Derek and Laura had told me, not long after they had agreed to help save Scott, that they needed my fingerprints. At first, I thought they were just going to stamp my fingers on some ink and paper, but they really meant it. They needed my fingerprints. Currently, we were making highly detailed casts of my hands, to make silicone prosthetics with my exact hand and fingerprints. My prints were programmed into the security systems at all of the important buildings in New Aurae, including the prisons, and government facilities, because of my work in the justice system with my father. I knew about the damage they could do to New Aurae with this… But it was necessary, if they were going to get Scott out…

"So, hey. Umm…" I didn't really know how to start a conversation with a man who was my Master now… "Can I speak?" I finally decided, my tone questioning. For a long moment Derek was quiet, but eventually he marked his spot on his reading and set the papers aside, leveling his eyes on me.

Oh. Are they green? Hmm…

"Alright, you can speak." He agreed finally, his expression suffering as if he was waiting for some kind of stupid comment or question. I was tempted to give it to him, but this time I really did have a question I wanted answered.

"How are you going to get into New Aurae?" It had been pressing on my mind for a while now.

Derek smirked a little, rubbing a hand over his jawline. I could hear the scratching sound of his fingers moving over the scruffy hair on his face.

"That's something the humans have been wondering about for a while, hmm?" He countered, getting up from his chair. His ability to move filled me with a moment of intense jealousy. "What with the inexplicable disappearances, the sabotages, explosions… Our little pranks?"

"It's only been speculation so far, that it's been Louga's dealings causing those. Gerard insists that it's anarchists within the humans. He doesn't want the population believing that Wolves are capable of an uprising. He has the humans in New Aurae believing that you live over here in primordial tribes. Just killing, and fucking. I guess he only got that half right, hmm?" I grinned at my joke, but Derek looked less than impressed.

"I seriously regret taking that gag off of you." He muttered. Something concerned him though. "No one over there knows we're just as thriving a civilization as them?" He inquired, walking in a little closer, checking his watch.

"They don't know anything about the world outside their boundaries. Gerard only allows contact with other Human Cities. Seoul, and Tokyo, mostly. They have no idea that there are human slaves over here, either. Only top government officials know." His eyebrows raised a bit, hands perching on his hips.

"And you're considered a top government official?" Derek asked incredulously. I just scowled up at him.

"Yes. I am. I am the Deputy Sheriff of Justice." I retorted indignantly. He crouched down in front of me, staring up into my eyes with a hard expression.

They're not green, they're hazel. They were a hard grey, with a ring of deep gold around the pupil.

"You were." He replied, firmly.

"What?"

"You were the Deputy Sheriff of Justice. You're not anymore. You're mine. That is your position, and title." Oh, that made me want to scream and yell. Instead, I bit my tongue and stared at him, trying to not be cowed by his dominance. Eventually, though, his gaze was too much for me. I felt… almost exhausted trying to battle him in such a silent war. I knew I wouldn't win against him… But I wasn't about to roll over and give it to him without some work on his part.

"Alright. Fine." I muttered quietly, wanting nothing more than for him to go away now.

"Try that again, Stiles." He demanded. Anger bubbled in my gut but I had swallowed it back. He'd probably smelled it anyway.

"Yes, Sir." How could saying two words be so painful? I wanted to cry, until suddenly Derek moved. He stood abruptly, lifting a hand, and at first, I thought he was going to hit me. I flinched and recoiled, naturally, but his hand fell to rest on the top of my head. He waited until I relaxed a bit, before gently ruffling my shaggy hair.

"Five more minutes and we'll pull you out of the casts." He said softly. "And then we'll have lunch." With that, he pulled away, and turned, heading to the door of the room.

"B-but wait! You didn't actually answer my question!" I protested after recovering from the shock of the gentle touch I'd been given… Was that a reward for doing what he wanted me too? Argh! It's like being a dog! After he turned the corner, I mouthed the word 'asshole' at the memory of his back.

Standing at the sink in the bathroom, washing dried bits of plaster out my arm hair, I was relieved for the moment alone. I didn't really want to look at myself in the mirror again, after seeing how weird I looked this morning though. After being scrubbed down by Madam Iron-grip Ice-Hands earlier, I'd looked in the mirror to see my neck and shoulders littered with bite-bruises, and hand-shaped bruises up and down my arms and sides as well. I bruised easily, yes, but still it was unnerving to know I'd gotten all of that during sex.

Me. Virgin Stilinski…

Wincing and cursing a little at the plaster pulled at my hair, all I wanted to do was groan and curl up in a ball. How long would it take for Derek to find me if I hid in one of the cupboards?

Not long enough to die in peace, that much was for sure.

By the time I'd finally gotten myself mostly clean of plaster, Derek had walked into the bathroom, and was standing behind me quietly. I didn't speak, preferring to wait for him to break the silence. Honestly, I was still trying to decide how I was going to handle this whole… Master/slave situation.

It seemed that he wasn't too big on words either. Without saying anything, he let an awkward minute pass, before clearing his throat. I finished rinsing my arms off and leaned up, looking at him through our reflection in the mirror.

"Yes, Sir?" I asked in a rough tone. Predictably, it earned me a sharp swat on the ass. A reminder to watch myself. I must not have appeared to receptive, though, because his hand connected with my other ass cheek just moments later, to deliver a handprint that matched the other. "Alright! Sorry! I'm sorry!" I conceded early, when I saw his hand draw back to wind up for another. 2 was more than enough.

2 reminded me very abruptly of the ass plug rooted firmly inside of me. The slaps had made me tense, natural, drawing all my muscles in tightly around it. All I could do for a few seconds was grip the edge of the counter and breathe, trying to relax.

Easier said than done, with Derek's hands now gently massaging away the sting in my flesh that he had put there.

"I want you to understand something, Stiles." Derek said quietly. He was looking at me, his expression hard as ever in our reflections. Did he really expect me to be able to give him my undivided attention when he was doing things to my body that no one else had ever done before? Apparently so, because he kept speaking. "I never wanted a slave. Slaves have always been Laura's thing. She's been pestering me for years, saying that I needed one. Until you came along, I never once entertained the idea."

Why the hell was he telling me all of this? Up till now, he had hardly considered me a worth conversationalist…

"When Laura asked me to come look at you, I knew there was something different… About you. Firstly, she never fails to break a slave and tame them. Most of them succumb within days. You resisted her, though, and I like that. Because if I am to have a m… A pet… They should listen only to me. And then I found out who you were… "

"I must be a real prize, huh?" I grumbled, receiving a warning squeeze, fingernails marking my ass-cheeks with little red impressions.

"You are. You are the key that we need to end this stupid war. I'm not about to let you slip out of my fingers, Stiles. No matter how much I dislike the premise of this… situation, I'll take what I can get." I got the feeling that there was more, something he wasn't saying, but I couldn't exactly press him on the issue… So instead, I held my words back and listened.

"I want to know if you'll behave. That you'll willingly agree to be mine; be mine, and I will give you what you want. I'll ensure not only your friends safety, but I'll make sure that when he is here, and alive, he will be able to form a new, happy life for himself. I'll even let him come and visit you. I'm not a cruel man, Stiles. I want this to work out for the both of us." It was…. A tempting offer. Could I swallow my pride, roll over and be this wolf's lapdog? His bitch to use as needed?

Scott had better be damn grateful for what I'm going to go through for him.

"Alright. I… yes, Sir. I'll…" Say it, Stiles, dammit… "I'll be yours." It was barely a whispered through clenched teeth, but it seemed like it was enough for Derek. The man… he almost looked happy, when I glanced up at the mirror again. There wasn't a smile on his face, but his eyes were more… relaxed maybe? Softer. One of his hands left my body, and pulled something from his pocket, lifting it up. A strip of leather with a clasp and a metal ring. A small oval silver hanging from the ring…

That hadn't been in the fine print.

Too late to object now, though. Chin tilted up, I allowed Derek to collar me. I really was his bitch now. Hearing the rumble in my Master's chest, I realized quietly that I could tell it was from pleasure. He enjoyed seeing me like this. Marked and collared. Claimed. It made sense that the damn wolf would be possessive. His hand was on my throat, tracing the seam of where the heavy leather met my skin. His eyes were a bright, icy blue, and the sight of them made my heart race. He must have sensed it, because his fingertips shifted, brushing over to feel my pulse.

"Excited?" He asked with a smirk. I didn't bother to confirm or deny it. He definitely already knew that my arousal was starting to spike, with the way he was pressing his hardening bulge right against my ass insistently. Grinding into the hard, plastic base of the plug. "Tell me." He ordered, his left hand smoothing up my torso, to play at my chest.

"…Yes." What was the point of lying, really? His fingertips plucked and tweaked at one of my nipples. How had I never known before how sensitive they were? Just that alone was starting to make me hard.

"Why?"

"Because you're touching me." It was really hard to not add a 'duhh' to the end of that. He rewarded my restraint by starting to kiss along my shoulder and neck, biting at tender hickeys. "Mmmnnn…." The whimper slipped out of my throat without my permission. Why was he doing this? It was like he wanted to get me hard, make me enjoy it. He didn't have to though. As my master it was his prerogative to take what he wanted regardless of my enjoyment.

That didn't stop his hand from trailing it's teasing touches away from my chest, down further. When his hand slid over the soft flesh of my belly, it sent a shiver through my spine, wracking me from my head to my toes. His harsh breath sounded very similar to a growl as he responded to my body, thrusting his clothed bulge right against my body firmly. I could feel the heat even through the fabric.

"W-why?" It slipped out before I could hold my tongue. My lips tingled with the urge to move, but after hearing my voice squeak out that question, by teeth sank into my own flesh to hold them still and my fingers anchored onto the counter top, hard.

"Why am I touching you?" Derek reiterated, wanting to make sure that was the question. I gave a jerky nod, not trusting myself to speak. He leaned up, and grinned, quietly tracing the tip of a finger down the curve of my spine. "Because I want to make you howl in pleasure. I want it to feel so good that you'll beg me for it to never end. I want to make your dick so hard that it'll never get hard for another person. I want your body to recognize me as its first Master, and you it's second."

Holy fuck. Okay, that is NOT supposed to be hot. That's bad. That's really sick talk.

Yet… My cock was twitching as his words became even more depraved.

"I want your ass to crave my dick to find release. I want your body to smell of me, to always be full of my cum. I want to ruin you for anyone but me."

'F-fuck…'

It seemed like it wasn't just me that had gotten turned on by Derek's dirty talk His eyes… I could see them in the mirror. They were glowing a sharp, electric blue. His teeth were no longer human either, fangs extended and visible between parted lips.

It struck me like a brick wall to the face just how badly I wanted to taste them. I knew though, that I shouldn't. Those lips weren't for me. I was nothing more than an object to Derek…

"FUCK!" The words exploded out of my mouth after a gasp. I hadn't even noticed, in all of my studying of Derek's face, where his hand had traveled to. Before I could brace myself Derek had his long fingers hooked around the base of the plug in my ass, and pulled it out with a loud, wet slurp. The sensation of it had me doubled forward, one hand jerked up to press against the mirror, bracing myself. I was so empty… My body acclimated to being full, to the point that now my stretched muscle was spasming, twitching in want of something to close around and it made me feel strange. I had wanted it out so badly before, but now I had to stop myself from asking him to put it back. The lubed black toy dropped with a heavy thud onto the counter beside me and rolled away slightly, just as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper.

Heat, again. Direct, and scalding, pressing right against my hole. I was already full, practically dripping with the lube that had been poured inside of me after my bath to resituate the plug inside, that nothing more would be needed. No stretching… I was prepared, fully, to receive Derek. He waited though. He waited, guiding the soft flesh of the head of his massive cock around my trembling asshole in circles, spreading around the lube there as if he were waiting. A desperate glance up to him in the mirror showed me that he was waiting. He was watching my bothered face expectantly.

He wanted….

Oh.

"Fuck me. Please, Master, please put your cock in me I'm so empty it hurts. I need you in me." The words came to me with an ease that was frightening. I didn't even think about how to word them, they simply fell from my lips in a stuttering pattern that felt right.

Days ago, if I had met Derek as equal beings, and he had given me the same hungry smirk that pulled at his lips now, I would have pissed myself in fear. This, though, this only served to make my cock throb hard against the cold marble of the counter I was bent over.

"Since you asked so nicely…" His voice was cocky, and rightfully so. He'd gotten words out of me, out of the former Deputy Sheriff of Justice that no person, man or werewolf alike, had ever or would ever be likely to hear. One clawed hand dug into my hip over already dark bruises, opening new scratches that stung would hurt later. The other steadied his dick, and I felthim lean in. It was a subtle increase of pressure that made my flesh and muscle yield to him. The plug that had been in me was nowhere near as wide as him, or as long for that matter. Having him inside of me the night before, or even that morning… Those memories failed me now as my entire focus narrowed sharply to the familiar aching stretch as his body pressed inward.

The walls of my ass gratefully clamped down on him, molding to the shape of his veiny cock with every inch he pressed in. More than half way inside, his hand left his length to grab the other side of my hips. He was still for the moment, giving me a chance to exhale the breath I'd been holding. Shuddering before I could start to relax, I let my head droop and press against the cold mirror. It was a short lived contact, as Derek felt me relax enough.

Enough to yank me back by my hips the rest of the way onto him.

The cry that left my lips was more of surprise than anything. It didn't hurt. Not really. It would later, probably. At the moment though, I couldn't be more pleased to finally be full to the brim again. 7 inches. If you'd asked me a couple days ago if I could have ever taken a 7 inch dick to the base inside any part of my body, I would have laughed so hard I'd be crying. Of course, I was almost crying now for the same reason.

It was like a floodgate had been opened, releasing all of Derek's abandon. He didn't pause for very long after his groin slapped against my ass that first time. Maybe 5 seconds before he drew back, hands pushing me forwards simultaneously to pull as apart. Abruptly, he decided that was far enough, and in a flash, our bodies connected again… and again… and again. His pace was fast, brutal, but it was perfect. Every forward bounce of my body off of his hips had me gasping, until at least moans began to leave my throat. It was a hard and unforgiving fuck I was being used for but it was hot, and nasty, and I was harder than ever.

It was because I was watching us in the mirror. I was watching my face as my body was used like a toy for Derek to fuck ruthlessly. His face, as he stared with gritted fangs down at the spat where his cock speared into me. His hands were so wide… Even though his fingers curled around my thin hip bones, his thumbs stretched inward, spreading my cheeks wide open for him to see and angry red swell of my abused hole gripping his lube slicked cock with every inward and outward motion, grasping.

The friction was beautiful. Even if I felt nothing else from this, just the friction would have been enough for me. He had other plans though. Grunting, he shifted the angle and the next time his hips met my ass in that loud, resounding slap, I felt it. The sharp pull of nerves. He hit that spot that made my balls lift up tight and made my cock jerk. It was like lighting a fire in my gut. Everything tightened and the whine that left me was pathetic.

He kept up this angle, and every few thrusts, I could feel it. His cock grinding, pounding across that spot. After a few of those muscle-twitching, breath-stopping slams, he seemed to take on a whole new level of desperation. A hand moved from my hip. His thrusts became slower, more grinding as he reached below me. His palm pressed against the underside of my cock, sandwiching it against my stomach. His every deep thrust rocked my dick into his hand, and after that it wasn't long. Seconds, maybe, before I was cumming, pouring against my stomach, and the counter. Long, thick pulses of pent up cum emptying out of me finally.

I wasn't allowed to bask in my orgasm long. Derek's body was so tense behind me I could feel him shuddering, as well as some heat, flooding into me. He'd started cumming, but after only a pump or two of his liquid into me, he pulled out, a hand clamped around his dick.

"Around… Turn around… Get on your knees bitch." His voice was hardly human, his face not much better. I obeyed without thought, still hazy from my orgasm. My muscles were limp, and I felt boneless as I slid onto my knees on the cold tile flooring. His free hand was suddenly in my hair, yanking my head backwards and…

Wet heat rained down onto my face and into my open mouth. I closed my eyes in time to save them from a blast of cum which landed right over my left eye. I could feel it weighing down my eyelashes there. The head of his dick rested against my bottom lip now, and the next few dollops of his seed went straight onto my tongue, rolling back down towards my throat. At first, I gagged at the sensation, but once I had my throat under control, I made myself swallow. The taste was bitter, salty, and definitely potent. Masculine. I didn't really like it, but it wasn't horrible. I could probably get used to it.

It seemed I would have to, because now that Dereks long orgasm had finally subsided, he started to gather up the cum on my face with his fingers, scooping it into my mouth. Once he was content that he'd gotten up most of it, he waited for me to swallow, before wiping his fingers off on my tongue, and letting my hair go. His hands yanked me up to my feet again, turning me to bend over once more, chest sliding onto my cooled cum on the counter.

Cold plastic was suddenly pressing into my ass again, pushing back in Derek's cum that had been threatening to trickle out. I was thoroughly fucked and… content. I was sated from the orgasm I'd been allowed, enough that I didn't mind the lingering taste of cum in my mouth, or the way Derek twisted the plug into my ass again.

When he pulled me back up again, he was much more gentle, guiding me to sit on the edge of the tub. I couldn't open my eyes yet, not with some cum still lingering over my eyes. Soon, though, I heard the sink turn on, water rushing, but muffled as if it's flow was interfered with. It shut off soon enough and seconds after it had, there was a warm, wet cloth pressing into my face, carefully cleaning me off until I could open my eyes.

Derek was quietly bathing cum residue from my body before it dried. His face was back to normal now, human, and impassable. He was being so gentle, now, with the way that he cleaned me, it left me feeling… confused. How he could go from viciously fucking me into oblivion, and then treating me so carefully in the next moment. He didn't say anything until he was done.

"Go lay down and rest. I'll have someone bring up some food for you in an hour."