As Isaac scrambled to obey, Derek got to his feet and walked to his wardrobe, pulling out a leather belt. He then padded back to the small table beside the bed, retrieving the small bottle of lubricant, and turned a critical eye on his willing slave.
The piercings were new, and they earned a raised eyebrow from the wolf. Still. Objectively speaking, Isaac was very beautiful, and Derek could appreciate it. "I want...to bind your wrists," he murmured. "You get a choice. In front or behind."