AN: Revamped chapter 2


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After ruining a fourth pair, Hermione simply resigned herself to the fact that she would be showing up at Sirius' with her knickers already drenched. She wasn't sure if the uncomfortable feeling burning low in her stomach was from nerves, anticipation, or desire, all she knew was that contemplating her upcoming week with Sirius was causing a steady stream of wetness to leak between her thighs. Hermione squirmed in her seat at the Kitchen table as her current knickers, light gray cotton sprinkled with darker gray stars and edged with lace, steadily became more and more soaked. In only a few hours she would be Sirius' to command; his willing slave. Her kegel muscles clenched involuntarily at the thought, and Hermione struggled not to reach down into her lap and touch herself. She had been in a near constant state of arousal all weekend, hot, flushed and on edge. Yesterday, she had sent over a suitcase with the items she would need for the following week, and now she found herself at a loss as for what to do. There were only so many times she could masturbate! In an effort to distract herself, she reached for an old standby, The Great Gatsby, and attempted to lose herself in the drama and duplicities of Jay and Daisy for the next few hours.

At 8:55, Hermione stood before the door of Sirius' high-rise penthouse apartment, finger poised over the doorbell. She chewed nervously on her lip, a bad habit of hers, before reflexively attempting to straighten her hair. When it became clear she could stall no longer without making herself late, Hermione reached out and pushed the doorbell. The chime echoed faintly throughout the apartment, and Hermione shifted uneasily from foot to foot.

"Come in!" came the call from inside. Hermione obeyed, slowly pushing open the door and edging her way hesitantly into Sirius' apartment. While she had been there a few times for parties or causal gatherings, she was still impressed by the space.

"I'm in the living room," Sirius shouted, his voice carrying down the hall to her. Toeing off her flats, Hermione quietly made her way through the hardwood floored entryway before emerging into the living room. Sirius lounged carelessly on the black leather couch, his stocking feet propped up on his coffee table, and his posture abhorrent, as usual. He was wearing worn jeans and a dark gray t-shirt which proclaimed, 'I drink your milkshake'. He had never looked more of the bored, indolent aristocrat. Was Hermione the only one who had driven herself crazy all weekend anticipating this moment? She shook her head slightly, trying to push down her feelings of uncertainty, and came to stand before him in the middle of the room. After a few moments of letting her stew, Sirius tossed aside his magazine and raised his eyes to the young woman offering herself so completely to him.

He surveyed her painstakingly, pursing his lips slightly in concentration as he dragged his eyes slowly up and down her body. She was wearing jeans, a gray tank top, and a navy jumper, her feet bare. Sirius repressed a smile at the sight of her small, bare feet, and her delicately painted toenails. He had always found bare feet incredibly sensual on a woman, more so than heels even. There was something so simple and unaffected about the look, and the way Hermione was blushing so enchantingly and peering nervously at the ground only highlighted her youth and aura of innocence. Hermione squirmed as Sirius continued to examine her unrelentingly. His look was so deep and intense that Hermione shivered, sure that she could physically feel his piercing, dark eyed gaze burning across her body. Sirius' eyes suddenly snapped back up to her face, and Hermione struggled to withhold a gasp at the look in his darker than usual orbs.

"Take off your clothes," Sirius ordered.

The butterflies in Hermione's stomach erupted with a flurry, and she darted a glance toward the open window, which made up the whole back wall of Sirius' apartment.

Sirius raised an expectant eyebrow, "I'm waiting, Kitten."

Despite her reservations about the open window, Hermione was eager to please him, and did as Sirius asked. She slowly tugged her jumper over her head and let it fall to the floor with a soft plop. She then peeled off her gray tank top, and shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her standing before Sirius in only her bra and knickers. He drank in the sight of her eagerly, his eyes lingering on her perky, black lace covered breasts and the telling dark gray, wet spot on her knickers. He smirked, and Hermione's lower stomach skipped at the sinful look.

"All of them," Sirius said, gesturing for Hermione to remove the rest of her clothing.

Hermione's eyes widened and she glanced again toward the open window. She would be on display not only for Sirius, but potentially also for his neighbors in the building across the way. "But your window, it's-" she protested faintly.

Sirius cut across her. "Are you questioning me?" he demanded, a spark of amusement in his eyes. "I must say, Hermione, it's not a very auspicious start."

She lowered her eyes in shame.

"You see," Sirius continued, "I'll be conducting something of an interview process. If you manage to pass it, I'll grant you the privilege of being my slave for the week, if not…" he trailed off and shrugged. Of course, Sirius had every intention of taking Hermione up on her offer no matter what she did next, but the nervous girl shivering in her knickers in front of him didn't know that.

Hermione's eyes widened. Sirius hadn't said that there would be conditions! She had been under the impression that he'd already accepted her proposal back at the restaurant! Now she had to convince him? Hurriedly, Hermione reached behind her back and quickly unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced softly as the fabric released them, and Sirius grinned lasciviously, staring with appreciation at her newly unveiled tits. Hermione squirmed as he took her in, uncomfortable with his frank stare. No one had ever seen her naked in the light of day before, much less taken the time to study her so closely, and she felt self-conscious. Sirius reveled in the way she squirmed under his attentions, her rosy blush spreading lower and lower. Gradually he let his eyes trail down her body before stopping to stare unabashedly at the damp scrap of fabric which concealed from him the sight he most wanted to see.

"Take off your knickers for me, Kitten," he urged her in a husky whisper, reaching down to stroke himself through his jeans. Hermione curled her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slowly began to drag them down, biting her lip from nerves and embarrassment. She was like a delectable present unwrapping herself just for him.

"That's it, luv, let me see your pussy."

Blushing at his crude language, Hermione nevertheless continued to tug down her knickers, lower and lower, until finally she was bare to him. She stood, naked for Sirius' viewing pleasure, peering up at him in apprehension, searching for signs of his approval. She didn't have to look any further than his cock, which was straining uncomfortably against his jeans.

Gods, she was perfect, Sirius marveled.

"You're bare?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. She nodded bashfully, a tantalizing blush spreading over her whole body. He really shouldn't have been shocked in the least, that was how most women did it now, but somehow he had never pictured Hermione that way.

He rose from the couch and slowly approached his frightened Kitten. She had to steel herself not to back away from him. He smiled at her reaction, and then reached out to palm her breasts, weighing them in his hands. Hermione moaned at his touch.

Stepping back, Sirius gave a hum of satisfaction. Though she felt somewhat like a cow being selected for auction, Hermione couldn't help but glow at his implied praise. Surprising her, Sirius suddenly reached out and tweaked one of her nipples, eliciting a gasp. He then circled her other nipple with a finger, causing it to harden into a taut, little bud.

"Nice and responsive," he said, nodding with approval, before reaching out guiding her gently but firmly in the direction of his black, leather surface.

"Brace yourself on the arm of the couch and bend over it," Sirius whispered seductively in her ear, and Hermione bent obediently. The action caused her naked bum to rub inadvertently against the crotch of Sirius' jeans and his straining erection. She moaned at the feeling of the rough texture of his jeans against her soft skin, and the feel of his cock, clothed as it still was, against her. She ground back against him wantonly.

Sirius chuckled at her eagerness, surveying the witch bent before him.

"You're positively delectable, Kitten," he murmurred, reaching between her thighs to cup where she was so wickedly wet for him. Hermione moaned throatily and ground against his hand without shame, coating him with her juices. Sirius chuckled.

"You're soaking wet already, Kitten," he breathed against her ear, nipping it and then tugging gently at it with his teeth. "Thoughts of me?"

"Yes," Hermione gasped, pushing herself more firmly into his hand. Suddenly Sirius stepped back from her once again, withdrawing his hand from between her legs and wiping it on his jeans.

"Reach back between your legs and spread your cheeks," he ordered.

Hermione did as she was told, leaning against the couch for support. Obediently, she spread her arse cheeks as far apart as she could. She felt vulnerable and embarrassed being spread so fully before Sirius, but mostly her stomach squirmed and jumped with arousal.

"Keep your hands where they are Kitten, don't move them," Sirius instructed, before reaching out and stroking the area between her thighs. He did this a few times, his roughly padded fingers brushing up against Hermione's swollen clit and making her jerk. Sirius would chuckle each time she did this. Inside he reveled in how wondrously responsive Hermione was. He dragged his fingers across her pussy, marveling at her slick wetness, before trailing his fingers farther up until one was poised just over her puckered back entrance. Using her body's own juices, he lubricated the area before slipping just the tip of one finger inside of her.

Hermione had gone still with mortification, her face flaming. Sirius was touching her arsehole.

"Has anyone ever touched you here before, Kitten?" he questioned softly, pushing his finger a little deeper inside Hermione, making her squirm in mild physical discomfort and embarrassment.

"N-no," she stuttered.

"Would you let me take you there, if you became my slave?" he wondered.

Would she? Even in her darkest fantasies under the influence of the patented Day Dream charms, Hermione hadn't imagined such a thing. It seemed so dirty, and she had heard it was painful. She thought about it for a while, before answering honestly.

"Yes."

Sirius withdrew his finger from her second hole, and Hermione felt a tiny bit of tension drain out of her.

"Very good, Kitten," Sirius purred, massaging Hermione's plump little ass. "Now, I have one last task for you to complete, which help me decide if I'd like to take you on. Training a sub is a big responsibility, Kitten. I need to know you're committed to being my good little slut." He patted Hermione's ass one last time, before (regrettably) removing his hand from her bomb.

"Turn around and kneel," Sirius instructed calmly.

Struggling to regain her orientation, Hermione stood jerkily, before turning and falling to her knees before Sirius. Finding herself confronted with his obvious hardness inches from her face, Hermione quickly lowered her eyes.

Sirius reached out and softly stroked her hair one time before gently tipping up Hermione's chin, forcing her to regard his cock. Gripping her chin with one hand, he reached into his pocket with the other, withdrawing the gleaming silver collar his brilliant Kitten had worked so hard on. Hermione gasped when she saw the change he had made to the piece. She couldn't deny though, that the modification pleased her. Carved into what had previously been a blank stretch of silver bar, were the words 'Property of Sirius Black' carved into the silver of the collar with delicate script. Hermione stared, captivated, as Sirius twirled the piece idly between his fingers.

"Do you want this, Kitten?" Sirius asked, dangling the collar teasingly in front of her face.

Hermione nodded eagerly. "Yes," she breathed. "More than anything."

Sirius slipped it back into his pocket. "Then show me how much you want it," he said, caressing her hair. With his other hand, he unzipped his jeans, baring his cock to her.

Hermione's eyes widened in comprehension as it dawned on her what Sirius was asking her to do. She stared apprehensively at his crotch. "I've never done this before," she admitted quietly.

Sirius closed his eyes and groaned. My god, she was a virgin in two holes. He would probably explode in her mouth the minute she wrapped her beautiful virgin lips around his aching cock.

"Don't worry, Kitten. I'll teach you. Show you how to suck my cock so good, drink all my cum down. Brightest witch of your age, you'll pick it up," He smiled down at Hermione, relishing the sight of her knelt before him and about to take his cock in her mouth. "Go on," he encouraged softly.

Hesitantly, Hermione reached up and unbuttoned his jeans before slowly dragging down the zipper. She could see the prominent outline of Sirius' cock through his black boxer briefs. As nervous as she was that her performance would be inadequate, she was curious to investigate Sirius' cock. To feel it in her mouth. With determined hands, Hermione reached up and tugged at Sirius pants, pulling them down until his erection sprang free.

She could see that fluid was already leaking from his tip. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and Sirius' cock twitched in response. She peered up at him in wonder before finally, mercifully in Sirius' opinion, bending her head towards him and taking him in her mouth. Sirius groaned, his head falling back as Hermione swirled her tongue experimentally around his tip before lowering her head further in order to bob up and down around his length.

Holy fucking god, he was going to cum embarrassingly quickly. Hermione Granger was sucking on his cock. And doing a damn good job of it, for a novice. Exactly what kind of books was she reading, to be so good at this, he wondered. When she moaned around his dick before sucking particularly hard at the head, Sirius was helpless not to empty down her throat.

Hermione was shocked by the amount of thick, milky liquid streaming into her mouth, but she swallowed it all eagerly, as she had been ordered. When at last no more of his seed seemed forthcoming, Hermione released Sirius, his cock sliding from her mouth with a wet pop. He opened his eyes at the sound and the loss of her warm mouth around him. Hermione peered up at him, awaiting his verdict.

Slowly, Sirius withdrew the collar from his pocket and lowered it over Hermione's bent head. It flashed brightly as the spell activated. For the next week, Hermione Granger belonged completely to Sirius Black.