They hadn't heard from the estate agent in a few days but that had been expected. Derek doubted that there were many places available that fit their needs. And they didn't have to move out by the end of the month or something like that so a few days or even weeks didn't matter.

However, when Abby called Derek did get that excited feeling in his stomach. With her, he was sure that she would show them something they would actually consider taking. She told him the address and they agreed to meet there tomorrow but when he was about to end the call, she held him back.

"I know this is kind of weird but ..." She paused, searching for the right words. "Could you bring your dog again? My daughter, she ... well, she would like to see him again. Maybe she can keep an eye on him while we're inside?"

Derek hadn't planned to bring Jack again, he had only come along last time because they had been short on time so they hadn't dropped him off before they went to the viewing.

"I ... actually, he's Stiles' dog," Derek answered not sure what to say. He remembered the scene in the car but he still didn't know what to make of it.

"Please," She said but then she caught herself. "My husband, he died a few months ago. Haley hasn't said a word since then. But the other day, with your dog ..." Her voice broke, overwhelmed with emotions. Derek just stood there, dumbfounded. He didn't know this woman. But he had seen her tears over one sentence from her daughter.

"We ..." Derek had to clear his throat to bring out the words. "We can bring Jack, no problem. She can walk him if she wants. Or they just stay in the car, whatever she wants." What else was he supposed to say? His brain still hadn't caught up with the information that apparently the girl hadn't said a word in months. Derek wasn't that big of a talker himself but this was insane.

"Thank you." She was almost crying now but she tried to keep it together. Derek didn't want to torture her more and hurried to finish the call.

Bringing Jack wouldn't a problem and if the girl wanted to pet him for an hour, Jack would be the last to complain. Derek texted Stiles that they had an appointment with Abby tomorrow and added: We need to bring Jack

The girl?

Derek knew what Stiles was thinking, a little girl obsessed with a puppy, but he didn't know how to explain this in a short message, so he just wrote that they would talk later.

Later turned out to be much later because Derek was staying over at Stiles' for the night and they had left the pets with Josh at Derek's apartment.

Which meant a long and frustrating night for Derek. He was looking forward to it.

Stiles had cooked for him and they were having dinner with Derek wearing his cock cage and the medium size plug and nothing else. Stiles was still fully clothed and he acted as if nothing was amiss.

After dinner, Stiles told him to clear the table and to meet him in the bedroom when he was done. That would give Stiles time to set up whatever he had in mind for the night. At least Jack wasn't here so Stiles couldn't make him walk the dog while he was caged and plugged. Derek had worn this plug quite often over the last few weeks so it didn't bother him too much but bending down to put the dishes in the dishwasher still jostled the plug in ways that were exciting and uncomfortable at the same time. But that was only the beginning.

When Derek came into the bedroom, he found the bed with only the sheet on, blanket and pillows were gone. Next to the bed was Stiles, bare-chested but with loose sweatpants around his hip. The only toy Derek could see was the riding crop Stiles was holding as if it was some kind of scepter. The throne picture came to mind.

"On the bed, lie down on your front," Stiles ordered and gestured with the riding crop to indicate where he wanted him. Without hesitation, Derek stretched out in the middle of the bed. "Spread your legs."

Derek had to wiggle a bit to find a position where the cage wasn't poking him but then he was lying there with his legs spread wide.

"You can do with your hands whatever you like but you will keep your legs open," Stiles told him while the tip of the riding crop trailed along the inside of his right leg. It sent a shiver of anticipation through Derek.

The first flick of the crop was almost playful, Derek flinched more out of surprise than anything else. But then Stiles started to work him over. He started on the inside of his right leg, just above the knee, and he methodically worked his way up until he reached the base of the plug. He gave that a few hard swats, sending jolts through Derek's core, before he went down Derek's left leg. And then the same tour in reverse. At first, it really didn't hurt, Stiles was warming him up, but it didn't take long for the swats to get more of a bite. Stiles spread the hits a little but eventually, they had to overlap. And he didn't show any intention to stop any time soon. He kept his rhythm and moved up and down Derek's thighs, focusing on the soft skin on the inside. It was almost hypnotic.

"Nice and red," Stiles observed and ran the tip of the crop along the path he had been following for what felt like hours. Derek was pretty sure it had only been minutes but he tended to lose sense of time when he let Stiles take control.

Derek hissed, even the edge of the folded leather felt like it was cutting into his oversensitive skin. Of course, Stiles did it again.

When he stopped, Derek felt pressure on the base of the plug and he had only that moment to brace himself for the hard taps. Stiles put all his strength behind those swats and they sent tremors through Derek's body, making him moan.

"You like that?" Stiles asked, circling the base of the plug, making Derek's hole twitch around the intrusion.

"Yes." Derek breathed into the sheets. He hadn't even noticed but he was fisting the sheets with both hands but now he forced himself to relax his hands, to take the breather Stiles was granting him. "I like it."

"Do you want more?" The tip of the crop never stopped moving and Derek didn't know when the soft trailing would turn into swats again.

"Yes, please."

"Do you want me to make your ass red as well?" He tapped Derek's right cheek lightly, almost considering.

"Yes, please," Derek said. He knew his game and for once he didn't hesitate to add: "Please make my ass red as well."

"As you wish." Derek didn't need to see the diabolic grin on Stiles' face.

Then the first hits rained down on him and Derek was too focused on breathing through the pain to think about anything else. At first, Stiles altered between his left and right cheek, littering them with hard swats, but then he included his legs again.

Derek could imagine how his backside looked, at least his butt felt raw and swollen and there was a heat throbbing deep in his flesh. And Stiles still kept going. The swats were steadily raining down on him.

Derek moaned and couldn't help his hips moving. Pain and pleasure melted together and he wasn't sure if he was humping the mattress or pushing into the blows but that didn't really matter.

"Keep your legs open," Stiles' voice pierced through the fog in his mind. Derek licked his lips and spread his legs wide again. The muscles were now spasming under the blows and he had to focus to not give in to the urge to protect himself from the crop by closing his legs.

"Damn, you look so pretty," Stiles said and only with a delay, Derek noticed that he had stopped. Derek dared to take a breath but then Stiles raked his fingers down his leg, making Derek scream. His leg cramped under Stiles' hand but he just moved on to the other one. And then he put both hands just above the swell of Derek's butt.

"Take a deep breath," Stiles told him and then he raked his fingertips over Derek's butt and down his legs. It felt as if he was slicing knives through his flesh. Derek howled and twisted under his hands.

"Where are your legs?" Stiles asked and hit him with his open hand on his left cheek.

Whimpering Derek sorted his legs out again.

"My hand or more of the crop?" Stiles asked while he was tapping the base of the plug again.

"Your hand," Derek managed to say without really thinking about the question. And the consequences. He just knew that he wanted to feel Stiles and not something distant.

"I can do that." Stiles gave his other cheek a slap. "And when I'm done with you, I want you to ride me. I want to feel the heat of your ass on my skin."

Derek wasn't really in the right mindset to comprehend what Stiles was saying but then he was spanking him with his bare hand and Derek got lost somewhere between pain and pleasure. Stiles' hand had another bite to it and it didn't take long until Derek was squirming under it. Stiles had to remind him to keep his legs open a few times and it became harder and harder to follow that order.

Stiles gave the plug some attention as well, it was a nice change but by now Derek's prostate felt sore and he was lying in a puddle of his own precome that was now constantly leaking out of his cage.

"Derek?" There was a cool hand on the nape of his neck, kneading the muscles there. "You with me?"

Derek managed a nod. Hadn't Stiles just started with the spanking? Why had he stopped already? Had he done something wrong? Derek's muddled brain tried to figure out what was happening but he was drawing a blank.

"You did good," Stiles assured him. He was rubbing soothing circles into Derek's neck but with his free hand, he was reaching for something. "Here, drink."

A bottle with a straw appeared in front of Derek's nose and for a moment he just squinted at it, not sure what to do with it. But then he drank greedily.

"You're doing so good. So perfect for me." Stiles praised him and Derek couldn't help the warm feeling spreading in his belly. "You good now?"

"Green," Derek said and took another sip before he let go of the straw for real. The short break had helped to clear his head. He was still kind of floating, the pain in his backside only a faint throbbing, but he was there again.

"I'm going to make you come soon," Stiles promised. "But first you have to do something for me. Can you do that?"

Derek nodded, whatever Stiles was asking from him, he would do it.

"Scoot over." Stiles nudged him in the side to get him moving. At some point, Stiles must have lost his sweatpants because when he hoisted himself over to the bed, he was already naked. And hard. Derek couldn't help but look at Stiles' erection with hungry eyes.

"I'm going to take out the plug now," Stiles informed him. "And then you're going to ride me."

Derek winced at that, the air felt too heavy on his skin, riding Stiles? That would be one hell of a ride. However, his first problem was to get his legs folded under him so that he could get into position for what Stiles wanted. His legs felt like jelly and he had to help with his hands to get them where he wanted them to be.

"And I thought I'm the one with the paralyzed legs," Stiles joked but made no attempt to help him. He was just watching with amusement while he was lazily stroking his cock. Derek bit back a comment but then he was in position and thanks to the plug he sank down on Stiles' shaft without resistance. The bad part, however, came when his butt touched Stiles' thighs. Derek hissed. Stiles even pushed his legs closer together so that his abused insides were pressed against Stiles' legs.

"Move," Stiles told him and with his hands on Derek's hips, he guided him up and down. Derek couldn't hold back the hisses of pain every time Stiles slammed him down but it didn't take long for Stiles to went rigid under him. Holding him in place, Stiles' cock pulsated deep in him, spurting jets of come into him.

"That was good." Stiles breathed into his neck. Then, finally, he showed mercy and let Derek roll to his side. A moment later the cage was gone and while there was still come leaking out of his hole, Derek spilled his release over Stiles' hand.