"And there's nothing wrong with that, either," Derek assured her. He patted her cheek lightly and then stood up, casting his eyes around the room as he looked for his shirt. He hadn't meant to become distracted by Allison, had intended only to deliver the news that she was staying, was his. But he'd underestimated her need, and her charms.
He tucked his cock away and tugged his shirt over his head. "I'll tell Stiles and Isaac this afternoon," he added, conversationally. "And later, we can discuss if you want to contribute with chores in any way. Stiles helps with the laundry. Isaac helps me with other things--inventory, mostly. He has a good head for planning. But as my personal slave, you are excused from other contributions, if you'd rather pursue other interests."