"You can do that, but I wouldn't expect him to be happy to see you," Derek replied, wearily. "And I need you to not let him leave, even if he tries to argue that he wants to. Even if he tries to. I don't want to...to chain him. Like an animal." He didn't want Stiles to hate him more than he already did.
"A relationship between a Master and slave isn't like a marriage," he continued, exhausted. "Or...dating. Whatever you want to call it. In some ways it's deeper." His hand moved over her hip, where her shirt had ridden up, against bare skin. "You belong to me," he murmured. "And you rely on me to provide for you, to take care of you, and in return, you give me the only thing you can. Yourself."