Isaac let the praise rain down on him. Other than Derek's affection, it was the one thing in the world he was greedy for. He whined into Derek's mouth, as his own was fucked deep by his Master's tongue. It was all perfect, even if it ended at that moment.
"Sir?" he said, obviously confused by the question posed to him. There was a reason he wouldn't allow himself to be freed, and to be asked to think as a Master was far beyond him. Still, his own Master had asked a question, and Isaac knew he should at least try to answer.
"You can do anything you want, Sir," he said, with carefully chosen words. "You are my Master, whatever you choose will be right."