“Um, my name is Stiles. Are you Derek Hale?”
“Yes,” and now he just sounded ticked off. “Why are you calling?”
“I, uh, saw your website,” Stiles said, gesturing toward the laptop even though he didn’t know why. “You know, about the sex thing. And you’re a Dom and stuff… and I would like you to dominate me, please.”
This fic is incomplete and will never be updated. Read at your own caution.
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28 Oct 2013