Derek's hands settled on her waist, tracing her hipbones, head tilted back as he studied her, standing above him. "I think it's good for you to want things," he said, softly. "Especially when what you want is your Master's cock inside your cunt." His expression was thoughtful, as he considered whether he should fuck her, especially since the last time he'd refused, it had turned into something of a scene. It was a fine line to walk with Allison, who could be, he was quickly learning, as demanding as Stiles, and needed the same firm hand.