A/N: Thanks to those who have taken the time to read my new venture. I really appreciate it! This is new territory for me to write a story like this, so hang in there with me! This story will have a bit of a slow start before all of the good stuff, because I want it to be slightly more than just smut, but you will all have it soon. I promise. Kisses.

I also want to let you guys know that I put the wrong date on the previous chapter, which had a bit of a draft copied onto it. This is actually taking place in 2000.

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"So what are you going to say, Sirius, that it's not me it's you?"

The woman's tone was cutting as she stared down Sirius Black who was sitting on the sleek minimalist couch opposite her in his posh flat in Notting Hill. He stared back with cold grey eyes and not much in the way of pity for her.

"I'm afraid you took the words right out of my mouth. I'm going to have to end our contract early" Sirius sighed, putting his hands on his knees in his tight black jeans and easing himself off of the couch as he walked towards the kitchen to pour himself some coffee. It was noon, and in his opinion made it far too early for this type of conversation.

"You are just going to walk away?" She stood up as well, her face struck with shock. She was a statuesque woman, all long blonde hair and big tits and blue eyes and under thirty; she was everything Sirius usually looked for in a submissive.

"I'm afraid the fact that I have proves you already know the answer to that question, Bridget," Sirius said without looking at her.

"It's been three months! I've done everything you outlined in the contract, I thought things were going well…" she was sounding hopeless now, he could tell from her shaky voice, desperate. He hated that. He spun around on her, annoyed.

"Yes. That was going well. What is not going well is this random popping by my flat when you aren't supposed to and acting like my girlfriend. It's not going to work like that Bridge, sorry. It's over. You'll find another…you're a beautiful woman, it won't be hard." It felt rehearsed as he said the words. How many times had he said something similar in the last year? Any time they got too close to him, just stepped over that fine line as Dominant/Submissive to hand-holding couple, he freaked out. He lost his shite. And then he ended things as quickly as possible.

The thing was, he tried to be as straightforward with them as possible. There would be no cuddling outside of the normal recovery needed after an intense play session. There would be no dates other than the first few meetings to finalize the contract. There were no public appearances or talk of families or meeting friends. It wasn't a relationship in a typical way and he never wanted them to be.

"Remember that you signed the non-disclosure agreement," he walked over to the door and opened it. He wanted her out as quickly as possible. Nothing killed the mood faster for him than want of commitment outside of the contract.

"You fucking bastard," she sneered. He knew she was hurt, and why shouldn't she be? She had been spanked and tied up and fucked by him on every available surface in the flat. He would be surprised if she wasn't hurt. He kept his face impassive as she gathered her bag and tottered past him and out the door in her high heels.

"All the best," he said before closing the door and letting out his breath. He wasn't sure when he had become that much of an arse, but was hardly surprised.

Although it had been two years since he had escaped the Veil, Sirius still thought about it every day. It had been so dark, so never ending, with the voices of regret and sadness surrounding him at all times of the day. Often he would hear the voices of people he loved and lost-James, Lily, and then he heard the voice of Remus, right before he saw the light again. It drove him madder than when he was in Azkaban, to be so close to seeing people he missed so much, but to never actually have them speak back to you, or be able to see them.

And then suddenly, he was stumbling out of the Veil and onto the dias in the Department of Mysteries, with his memories flooding back to him, the memories that had been suspended in time-he called out for Harry, for Remus, and looked frantically around for his cousin Bellatrix or for Lucius Malfoy, pulling his wand out and readying to continue the fight, but all he saw around him were the confused faces of people he didn't recognize, flooding out of the Veil. No one spoke to each other, most just called for others, clearly wondering what had happened to the moment in time they had disappeared to. For Sirius, although he was aware he spent time in the shadowy abyss behind the Veil, it was like no time had passed at all. He was still wearing the clothes he had on when he left this world and fell into the next.

Aurors had gotten to the mass of lost souls within moments and the rest was a blur to Sirius. In the following days, he saw Harry again, learned of Remus' death from Tonks, and was filled in on what he had missed in the previous two years. No one was certain why the Veil suddenly expelled its residences, the others (14 in total) were Department of Mystery employees, but it was determined after a few months that the Veil was a favored dark artifact of Voldemort and without his influence, ceased to be a prison for those trapped within by a spell cast by one of his followers.

The details bored Sirius, because no matter how many times Kingsley or Hermione or some Department of Mysteries employee tried to explain the curses and magic to him, it did not change the fact that he was haunted by it and always would be. Even though he had not aged physically within the Veil, his soul felt harder and his bones felt worn and tired. In the days after his recovery, it quickly became clear to him that something had changed within him; whether it was the loss of his last remaining best friend or the deaths of others close to him that he hadn't been around for or not, there was something dark that had lodged itself in his heart and brain and refused to let go.

It wasn't sinister, Sirius was sure about that, but it made him harsher, less forgiving, and much less amiable. Because of this, he had sold the Grimmauld property and moved to Notting Hill, a bit farther from his 'family' of Harry, Hermione, Tonks and Teddy, and the Weasleys. It provided him a bit more anonymity than living right on top of the 'war heroes' but not by much, as his miraculous reanimation once again made him a sought out celebrity, something else he couldn't stand.

This change in Sirius after his trip to hell and back brought upon a relentless desire for an old proclivity of his when he was fresh out of Hogwarts. In pureblood families it was extremely common for couples to practice Dominant and Submissive relationships, and particularly for them to be heavily into Sadomasochism. Regulus was a Masochist if he ever knew one, and from the time he had to spend around his cousins, he was well-versed in everything the wizarding BDSM world had to offer. Although he looked upon certain relationships, such as Narcissa and Lucius' with disgust, mostly because it was them, he discovered his dominant tendencies early and was soon experimenting with them.

When Remus had confided in him about his own desire to be dominant, especially around the full moon, Sirius opened up to his best friend about what he liked and taught him ways to be rough with a woman, but not hurt her. Anatomy, as Sirius discovered, was very important in sex where power was at play and he was grateful that Remus didn't judge him too harshly. Being a Dominant was something associated with filthy rich purebloods for a very long while, or was kept very secret in other circles, so it was a weight off of his shoulders at that time. But then Azkaban had happened. And then the Veil. And now Remus was dead.

The world Sirius came back into was far more progressive, and had become even more so within the last two years. The wizarding BDSM community was more prominent, less secretive, and more diverse. The only thing that proved difficult in finding a suitable Submissive was his name. It was then that he discovered Jill Westly, who ran the first service of its kind in wizarding Britain where she matched up Dominants and Submissives based on their similar kinks and compatibility and set them up on blind dates. It let him avoid fame whores and kept things interesting at the same time. He had found a number of good girls through Jill, including Bridget, but after a few months, they would get attached to him. If he was really being honest with himself, and he supposed he should be, he got a bit attached to them as well. But that wouldn't do. Sirius knew he was too old and damaged to marry and didn't plan on it. He wanted the sex and the kink and the ability to control someone in a safe way because everything else felt so out of control to him. That was all.

At the same time, though, he found the woman he had been with in the last two years to bleed together into one amalgam of blondish, tan, fake breasted, empty-headedness with sweet smiles and good hearts but not an ounce of anything unique. Their submissive behavior was predictable, which was fine for him, but it was beginning to bore him. Granted, he had given Jill very particular characteristics he was looking for in regards to appearance, so he figured it was mostly his fault anyway.

To try and salvage his wrecked morning, Sirius decided to owl Jill before he headed back to bed with a tumbler of Ogden's. Grabbing a spare slip of parchment, he sat down at the kitchen island and wrote:

Jill,

Dumped Bridget. Need new Sub as soon as possible. I want someone different. You know what I need, but let's take my physical preferences off the table. I trust you. Just please don't let her be another blonde.

-SB

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"Ginny! So nice to meet you!"

"Same," Ginny replied to Jill, Tonks' friend, after she was ushered into her cute little flat near Covent Garden. She was tongue-tied and nervous, having almost chickened out of this meeting a dozen times before deciding she needed to go and get her questions answered.

"So, Dora said you had a few questions? That you maybe wanted to sign up?" Jill asked excitedly and Ginny was intrigued that this pretty brunette called Tonks by a derivative of her first name and actually got away with it. Tonks had gone on to explain to Ginny that Jill ran a service that matched potential Dominants with Submissives but kept everything anonymous and she took care of background checks and all of the contacts. It wasn't exactly a novel idea, when she considered it, as of late her father had been intrigued with the idea that muggles can meet potential partners on the computer, a device he never ceased to tinker with in his spare time.

"Yes, actually, I think I do want to sign up…and you can answer my questions along the way I suppose," Ginny said, feeling suddenly emboldened. She liked letting her impulsive side out to play; she hadn't done so in quite a while.

"Splendid!" Jill smiled as she led Ginny into her sitting room. She was a very posh girl with an accent to match and didn't seem the type to be part of the BDSM scene, but Ginny was quickly learning there was no real 'type' to this, "I'll need to ask you a few questions about your preferences, if that is alright?"

Ginny nodded, crossing her legs to match Jill's posture and sweeping back her long red hair over one shoulder.

"Age?"

"Nineteen," Ginny replied and Jill made a small comment about how young she was but continued.

"Sexual orientation?"

"Straight."

"And you'll be signing up as a Dominant, or a Domme, rather?"

"No, uh, as a Submissive."

Jill looked taken aback, and then embarrassed that she had assumed, "I'm so sorry, it's just, you are a Weasley…"

"And what does that mean?" Ginny couldn't help if her voice sounded bitchy.

"It means nothing, forgive me. I fell back on the stereotypes I usually see," Jill was flushed and very apologetic, and it served to softened Ginny, "Purebloods have a long standing preference towards the Dominant, and from what I heard of you from Dora and what I know about you from the papers…you just didn't seem like my typical Submissive client."

The explanation made Ginny hesitant. Would she actually enjoy it? The thought made her tingle in all the right places, but could she actually go through with it? Her mother would kill her if she ever found out, and she certainly wasn't going to tell anyone but Tonks.

"Alright, Submissive…and do you have an age preference for your Dominant?" Jill recovered nicely, smiling sweetly to Ginny who thought in silence for a moment.

"As long as he's not graying, I'm fine with it," she answered honestly. She had never been put off by older men and she figured they would be experienced anyway. She needed all the help she could get from the sound of the things Jill was saying.

"Preference for looks? Blonde? Tall, dark, and handsome? Thin? Muscular?"

"No glasses, please," Ginny blushed a little. It would remind her too much of Harry.

"Easy enough. Now, are you looking for something short term? A live-in?"

"Nothing too long…"

"And now for your kinks. Answer honestly. No judgment here, I've heard it all. I need to be able to match you with someone who will be good for your needs," Jill leaned forward, scribbling on the little pad of paper in front of her, "Do you like oral sex?"

"Erm, yes?" Ginny wanted to just curl up into a little ball. She had never really talked about stuff like this with another woman before. But she had liked both giving and receiving with Harry, so it seemed like a mostly solid yes.

"Anal?"

"Are you fucking kidding?" Ginny's eyes went wide, "Sorry…I've never…"

"Right…I'll note that. How adventurous would you say you are in bed?"

"Jill," Ginny sighed, feeling very much out of her depth, "I don't have much experience. I've never been spanked or shagged in public or whatever else your clients like to do. I have absolutely no bloody clue what a Submissive does, I just know I want to try it. I'm coming to you to be adventurous, but I haven't been before."

"Understood," Jull put down her quill, realizing she might have moved too quickly, "Ginny, I'm a Submissive and there really are varying degrees of these types of relationships. It depends on the partnership, but it really is all about trust. As a Submissive, you have to trust that your Dominant will take care of you and make you feel good. Yes there are all the physical kinks, like bondage, but it really is an exchange of power. I tell a lot of girls that come in here that being a Submissive isn't about giving up the power. You are the one actually holding the power. You give it to the Dominant through trust. You can always set the pace. In a typical arrangement, you will meet your Dominant at a neutral location and have a date, where you will get to know each other. If, at the end of the night, you want to continue, you will sign a magically binding contract. If you don't, you part ways. Now, if you do sign the contract and at any time feel uncomfortable, you can leave the relationship. I help mediate all of that. Every Dominant has things they like to add…they might give you a piece of jewelry to wear to mark you as theirs, or they may only expect you to be with them on weekends. That is something you work out together. But I do need to know your boundaries."

"Makes sense," Ginny nodded, "Thank you."

"Of course, now that we know you need someone who will help introduce you to this type of play, just a few more questions… how do you feel about humiliation, such as your Dominant making you do embarrassing things in front of other people?"

"Nope," Ginny's eyes widened in horror. That was an easy answer.

"Very well. What about restraints? Bondage and such?"

"The idea of being tied up turns me on, yeah."

"Spanking?"

"Yes."

"And your pain threshold?"

"I can take quite a bit, but I'd like not to push it too far…"

"Perfect. The rest you can work out with your match. I think I have the perfect man in mind for you actually. He'll love the challenge. I'll owl him with your details but will give him a fake name for you. I'll do the same with his information. If you both agree, I'll send you a place to meet. Sound alright?"

"Sounds brilliant, thanks," Ginny stood up when Jill did and shook her hand because she wasn't sure how else to end such an odd conversation. Regardless of how embarrassing it had been, her body was coursing with adrenaline at what was to come for her.

"You'll be hearing from me shortly then. Oh, and don't worry about the fee…Dora took care of it for you," Jill smiled warmly as Ginny stepped out of the door, shaking her head at how meddlesome Tonks could be sometimes. Now, all she had left to do was wait.

A/N: I really do hope you all enjoyed this! I would really love to hear your thoughts!