Derek wasn't embarrassed--embarrassed wasn't the right word, exactly. He was aroused by his slave's actions, and his words. He settled his hands on the boy's hips and let him climb into his lap, smiled softly, predatory. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he murmured.
He glanced at Drew and nodded his head towards the door. They could finish their discussion tomorrow. If Isaac was feeling confident enough to ask this of him, in front of everyone, Derek wanted to take advantage. "I did promise you an audience. Though maybe not our house slaves."
The three slaves scurried out, silently, and shut the door behind them, leaving Derek and Isaac alone.