Gambling Debts 17/?
Chapter 17
Derek had a look at the papers Stiles had given him. Like Stiles had said, he had cut out everything sexual of the survey but the rest still filled several pages.
Impact play alone took up more than half a page. Seriously, how many different ways to hit a person were there? And apparently there was a wolfsbane lotion that would make the sensation last? Yes, please.
Derek licked his lips and glanced over to Stiles. Did he notice how enthusiastic he was? But Stiles was busy with his own list of kinks. He ticked off the boxes quickly without thinking too much about it, once again proving how sure and comfortable he was with this.
With the sexual stuff off the list Derek hadn't expected to see much except for the impact play, though.
But there was more, a lot more.
Bondage and Restrains was the title of the next section. It had a whole page for itself. Ropes, chains, cuffs, all with a mountain ash option so it would be truly impossible for him to break free. He didn't really know what Stiles would do with him once he was restrained, usually that was when the fucking would start, but the thought of being at Stiles' mercy like that did something to him. Derek said yes to the restrains and maybe to the mountain ash.
Collars went into the nope trashcan, like Stiles had phrased it. Same with leashes. Gags and blindfolds got a big yes.
Derek worked his way through the list and by now he felt kind of confident with this but then he came to the section that took things out of the playroom.
Stiles had said that they could make it a whole day thing but was it something he wanted? Derek glanced over to Stiles in hope to figure out what he was thinking.
"Stop thinking too much." Stiles said without lifting his eyes from the paper. "There is no right or wrong in this."
Derek nodded and went back to the tricky section. He wasn't interested in doing chores around the house so that was an easy no.
Then there was kneeling. Reading the word alone did something to him. It struck a cord he hadn't known he had. He still hesitated to mark it as one of his favorites. Wasn't this weird?
Getting fed by hand sounded even weirder but combined with kneeling … he gave it a maybe.
When they were done, Stiles spread out the pages next to each other. Derek couldn't help it, he felt like he would be grated for his answers.
Stiles had a question here and there to clear up what exactly Derek meant but he never judged, he never gave him the impression that one of his answers was weird or wrong or something like that.
Derek had a look at Stiles' answers as well but there was nothing totally contrary to Derek's. He had given Shibari a big yes while Derek had put it under maybe. After he had asked Stiles what it even was.
"Okay, we can work with this." Stiles put the papers together into a neat pile. "We can give it a try next Wednesday, if you like. That way we have a week to think about it. If we want to change or add something, we can do that. And if you want to call it off, just tell me. No hard feelings."
"You could call if off too." Derek reminded him.
"And give up the chance to paint that pretty ass of yours red? Never."
"And you're really okay with the no sex rule?" That was Derek's biggest worry. He wanted to give this a try but doing it without the sex part still felt kind of strange. Especially since he knew that Stiles had a crush on him.
"I'd love to go there with you." Stiles admitted. "In the playroom and outside of it but it's not on the table, I know that and it's okay."
Derek listened to his heart-beat but as far as he could tell Stiles was speaking the truth. What he would get out of their arrangement if it wasn't an orgasm Derek didn't know and if he was honest, he didn't dare to ask.
"Oh, and you really should do some research yourself." Stiles added as an afterthought. "I'll send you a few links to start with but don't limit yourself to just those. And ask me if you have questions."
Derek just nodded.
Thankfully, once they left the suite to face the day, Derek had other things on his mind. There was the paperwork Stiles had distracted him with yesterday, he had to finish that eventually, and Stiles' schedule was packed which meant that Derek's was packed as well. And they left every appointment with more paperwork.
Derek had so much on his mind that he didn't even notice the whispers behind his back. Much.
He had to restrain himself from laughing when he heard somebody talking about him being all tossed up and at Stiles' mercy, though.
The next few days went by in a blur but Derek did find the time to check out the links Stiles had sent him. They were definitively not safe for work, did that still matter if your boss was the one sending you those links?
The sex stuff aside, there was the safe, sane and consensual again.
The importance of aftercare. It sounded a lot like the massage and cuddle thing he and Stiles had already going so Derek figured that counted.
She had never bothered with aftercare and Derek had to admit that he had felt kind of shitty sometimes when he had left her place.
There was also a thing called sub-drop. He didn't really understand what they were talking about but he made a note to ask Stiles later. By now he had a list of things he wanted to ask Stiles.
Then he got lost in a blog run by a sub talking about his experiences. If the other websites had made him doubt his decision to give this a try, this blog made Derek want again. He couldn't wait for Wednesday.
On Monday, when the maid confirmed that the playroom thing hadn't been a one time fluke - seriously, would they ever get over it? - Isaac acted weird again and Derek feared that he would have to assure him that everything was fine every week now.
Derek had no idea what Stiles had in mind for Wednesday but he was pretty sure that next week there would be more stuff used than just the bed. But Derek would have that conversation with Isaac only if the other man engaged it. Which, he hoped, would be never.
"Is this about the playroom again?" Derek finally gave in but the way Isaac frowned at him, there was something else on his mind.
"No, no." He shook his head but straightened up when he came to a decision. "How do you feel about being my brawn for a few hours?"
"As long as this is not about the playroom." Derek answered and couldn't help the smug smile forming on his lips when Isaac got all flustered.
"Would you stop with the playroom?" He hissed. "Geez, I don't want to know what's going on in there."
Derek just waited for him to get to the point.
"It's about Andrew."
"What about him?" Now he had Derek's attention.
"I've been through every email he ever wrote on one of our computers and I went through his whole internet history but aside from some porn and way too many clicks on Facebook I found nothing." He looked frustrated.
"You do that?" Thinking of his own research earlier Derek shift uncomfortably in his seat. Of course he knew that every click got registered somewhere and that employers did have an eye on what their employees did while they should be working. People got fired over stuff like this. But for some reason he hadn't really thought about this possibility before. Since he lived at work, what counted as surfing at work anyway?
"Only if I have a reason." Isaac gave him a knowing grin. "Anyway, I didn't find anything on him and Boyd has been through his financial accounts of the last years and hasn't found anything either."
"He can do that?" Derek raised an eyebrow at him, impressed.
"Officially? No."
If they played it completely legal, Derek wouldn't be here in the first place. And Erica's freelancing was not exactly legal either.
"Okay." Derek nodded in understanding. "What do you need me for, then?"
"We didn't want to spook whoever is behind this so we didn't outright asked Andrew who gave him the program but I think it's about time to get some answers." Isaac gave him a feral grin.
That was how they ended up in one of the less distinctive cars of Stiles' car pool in front of a small house far off the strip.
"Nice house." Derek commented. He didn't know how much Andrew had made working at the Red but he guessed this was in line with that. If it had been suspicious it would have come up with Boyd's research.
There was a car in the driveway so Andrew was probably at home.
They got out of the car and Derek adjusted his leather jacket and put his best scowl on his face. Isaac didn't think that Andrew was dangerous in any way so Derek's role was to be intimidating and let Isaac do the talking.
He followed Isaac to the door.
It felt kind of anticlimactic when Isaac rang the doorbell, though.
Andrew opened with a smile on his face that slipped the second he recognized his visitors. Like expected he tried to slam the door into their faces but Derek held it open with ease.
"Andrew." Isaac said way too cheerfully. "Mind if we come in for a second? No? Good." With that he pushed past the baffled Andrew.
"You can't …" He started but he was already speaking to Isaac's back so he turned to Derek instead. "You can't do that. I'm calling the police."
Derek grabbed him by the collar and dragged him inside. He closed the door with an audible thud.
Without a word Derek hauled the protesting Andrew to the kitchen where he sat him down in on of the chairs and with his hands heavy on his shoulders Derek made sure that he stayed there.
"Nobody else here." Isaac joined them after a moment. He turned around the chair across from Andrew and sat down with his arms on the back of the chair and a too friendly expression on his face.
"What do you want?" Andrew asked but his heart was beating fast enough that Derek was worried he would pass out any moment now.
"You left us a little gift." Isaac said casually. "Who gave it to you?"
"I've no idea what you're talking about." Andrew crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to look like he wasn't bothered in the slightest by the intruders.
"I want a name." Isaac said, dropping the friendly act.
"I'm not telling you anything."
Derek growled and dug his claws into Andrew's shoulders. The man let out a yelp and was now shaking under Derek's hands.
"Like I said." Isaac studied him with cold eyes. "I want a name."
When they had first met Derek had compared him to Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction and now that association was back. Isaac could pull off the bad guy if he wanted to.
"Somebody came to you." Isaac continued. "Somebody gave you the program and you installed it in our system."
"I don't …" Andrew started but Derek cut him off with another growl. He let his clawed hand slip up to Andrew's throat.
Suddenly the strong smell of ammonia filled the air.
"He peed himself." Derek announced around his fangs. Andrew couldn't see them but for sure he heard how they hindered his speech.
"Don't make it too hard on yourself." Isaac gave him a sympathetic look. "You don't want Derek here to carve the answer out of you, don't you?"
A few minutes later Derek followed Isaac back to the car.
"Who the hell is Danny Mahealani?"
Chapter 18
Masterpost