Hermione was relieved when Mars suggested that they take a table in the bar. She really didn't want to get too intimate with a stranger, but certainly didn't want him to leave. It was a conundrum and it scared her a little that she wasn't sure how she would have reacted if he'd asked her to 'play' with him now.

He was handsome but not in a classical way. He was ruggedly, dangerously sexy with three scars running across his nose, another running from under where his mask covered his left eye and down to his chin. His hazel eyes watched her closely and she knew that he was appraising her just as she was him.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Rose. The reason I come here is because I just don't have time for a full time relationship. My job and a few - personal problems prevent me from many things that would make my life fuller."

Hermione smiled and almost laughed with relief. "I think you just repeated my own life story. My job keeps me on my toes both in the office and at home during the week and after that I just don't have the time or patience to hold a real relationship together." Hermione shrugged. "To be honest even when I did have time none of the men in my life really got me, I don't think I even understood what I wanted until I saw the advertisement from this club."

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. "So I'd be your first partner?"

Suddenly unsure she looked away. "Is that a problem?"

His hand reached out and touched her cheek. His fingers were gentle but strong as he turned her face back so he could look into her eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

His gaze was direct and his eyes grew darker as he held hers. His voice was quiet, soft even but there was no missing the strength underneath. Though they had only just met something about Mars made her trust him. Something about him both scared and excited her and she knew it had something to do with those scars.

"I don't think I have ever wanted anything more." And it was the absolute truth.


Remus felt his whole body go still at her words. Rose was beautiful and fragile like the most delicate of her namesake and she wanted him to teach her how to submit to his dominance. He had to fight to maintain his control, fight not to show just how much he had been looking for a submissive woman just like her.

She wanted him to teach her. The responsibility was one that scared him more then he wanted to admit and yet she seemed to want what he wanted. She didn't want to be a slave, didn't even want a full time relationship and it sounded like her work was just as important and demanding as his own.

Just from the few minutes that they had spoken he knew that this woman was intelligent and sympathetic. She was open to new ideas and experiences and brave in the face of them. Even now there was something so familiar about her he had the odd feeling that he had known her so much longer. Or maybe this woman was just someone that he had been looking for since he accepted the fact that he was an alpha.

Without thought he reached out and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. "I am going to lay down your instructions and you will do as you are told." It was not a request.

Rose nodded and her eyes darkened just as her lips parted to suck in more air. "Yes."


Hermione dressed with care in front of her full length mirror. Mars had given her the address of his weekend apartment. After a brief discussion about time and personal obligations they agreed that it would be best if they met at the apartment on Saturday afternoons and stayed until Sunday evening.

He gave her a key which Hermione accepted with a rush of something she couldn't explain. The fact that he could trust her with a key to his personal domain meant so much considering how much trust and she was about to hand over to him. He asked her to wear the same dress she had worn the night they met and she smiled into the mirror as she combed her long curls over her shoulders. She liked Mars and even after their short acquaintance he seemed to accept her in a way that no other man ever had… Hermione hoped this wasn't a mistake.


Hermione paced the apartment nervously as she waited for Mars to arrive. She had arrived a little early and now wished that she'd waited another hour before leaving the house. But before she could lose her nerve the door opened and the tall, masked form of Mars stepped into the hall.

"You're early," he said simply.

"I – I didn't want to be late," she stammered and smiled when he laughed. Hermione liked his laugh it was husky and deep.

Mars laid out the sitting room table with wine, fruit, cheese, and crackers and they spent the afternoon in easy conversation. They talked about ministry politics, books and Muggle movies. Hermione was surprised to find that they had so much in common and it made her that much calmer when Mars reached out a hand to caress her cheek.

"You really are very beautiful," he murmured.

She smiled and felt a flush steal up her cheeks. "Thank you. I think you're very sexy." Just the words made her flush more but she needed him to know that she found him attractive as well.

She could have been mistaken but she was sure that she saw his cheeks pinken but at that moment he climbed to his feet and held his hand out to her. She took the offered hand and let him lead her into the bedroom.

With heart-wrenching tenderness, Mars took her face between his cupped palms and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was more a brush of mouths but did not fail to arouse the fire inside. Her eyes fluttered closed and it was all she could do to simply stand still and feel his touch.

"Since tonight is our first together I'm going to teach you trust and obedience," he spoke softly into her ear.

"Alright."

"But in order for this to work I need to set a few ground rules. You must do as you are told and you must trust that I will not hurt you – tonight." When she nodded he continued, "You have to truly want to submit and let me dominate you tonight. If you at any time blatantly disobey or show that you are unable to fully submit you will immediately get dressed and leave and never return. I will send an elf to retrieve the key."

"You'd really send me away?" She rasped.

"Yes and we will never see one another again." He spoke in a voice that allowed no argument and Hermione felt her pulse race. "Do you understand?"

She took a moment to answer but finally managed a croaked, "Yes."

And just like that his hands tightened on her face, his fingers drove into her hair and his mouth swooped down to take hers. There was no softness now just raw passion as he started his domination over her lips.

The kiss was rough. The kiss was hungry. The kiss had been a long time coming since they met at the club. He deftly tipped her face to the side to deepen the kiss and his tongue slid over hers in a movement so sensual it made her chest ache and her lower belly heavy with warm sweet anticipation.

He pulled back just long enough to catch his breath. "You will remove your dress and lay on the bed. In this room you will refer to me as Sir. Do you understand?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes."

He growled low in his throat. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

His expression softened and again he caressed her cheek. "Good girl. Now do as you were told."

"Yes, sir." Hermione quickly removed the dress and lay on the large overstuffed bed.

"Now I want you to reach above your head and grip the headboard bars."

Licking her lips Hermione met his gaze but he left no room for argument. Slowly she reached up across the bed and did as she was told.

"Are you prepared to do as you are told, Rose?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, her voice little more than a whisper. Her whole body trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement. She really didn't know what to expect but he had promised not to hurt her and that was enough.

"Close your eyes."

"What!"

Mars' expression darkened and his lips compressed. "Are you choosing not to obey?"

"Sorry, sir." Hermione closed her eyes and was immediately enveloped in darkness. She had never trusted anyone this way. Again she hoped that she wasn't making a mistake.

After a moment she heard his voice murmur close to her left ear making her jump slightly. "The key-stone to this kind of relationship is trust, Rose. When you submit to me you hand over all control and trust me to take care of you, protect you, treasure you. Can you do that?"

"Y – yes, sir."

"I'm going to start touching you now, Rose," he whispered. "I'm going to make you feel so good and finally I will make you come so hard you'll melt in the pleasure of it. But you must remain completely still and completely silent. Do you understand?"

It took her few seconds to speak. "Yes, sir."

She held still and tried to relax. Nothing happened. She could feel his eyes on her, knew that he was close. Still nothing. The silence was deafening. The lack of sensation made every nerve on her body hum with anticipation. As the minutes passed it became more and more difficult not to move and she found herself fighting against the need to open her eyes.

But even as the need to open her eyes grew stronger she remembered his vow that if she disobeyed he would send her home. Just the thought of never seeing Mars again made her chest hurt so she kept her eyes closed, gripped the bars and focused on her breathing.

When it happened it brought a startled gasp to her lips. Mars' hot breath gusted against her bare abdomen. Slowly, so slowly his lips and tongue seared a blazing path up over her waist and higher till his lips hovered over her erect nipple.

Unable to see, every touch, every sound was so much more intense. When his mouth finally dipped and took her nipple between his hot lips the cry escaped without warning.


With a grin Remus pulled away and took a step back. It filled him with pride that she trusted him and it was obvious just how aroused she was. "I told you to be silent." He kept his voice level and cold even though his own chest was raising and falling hard and his cock was pressing painfully against his pants.

"I'm sorry, sir," She whispered.

He waited a minute and then another as her body cooled and she regained control.

"You will learn obedience, Rose," he whispered into her ear and felt her whole body shudder with excitement. She was so responsive. Beautiful in her sexuality. Silently he thanked the gods that she had come to him and he hoped against hope she accepted him for what he was.

She remained silent as instructed and he started to touch her again. This time he started at her hands, nibbling and sucking at each delicate finger before slowly kissing his way up her arm. He paused at any sensitive spots, directed by her slight tremors and silent gasps. As he put each hand back to the bars so she could grip them again he slowly dragged his lips over her shoulder and down to her breasts again.

She hissed through her teeth and he knew that she was fighting for control over her body's natural response. He wondered if she would remain silent this time… He wondered if he would have to punish her… Just the thought of flipping her over and paddling that creamy bottom red made his cock twitch painfully.

His lips dragged down her body, over her abdomen, pausing to flick his tongue over her sensitive bellybutton. He could smell her arousal and he had to force back his most basic werewolf instinct to simply claim his in-heat mate the way a true beast would. Something about her scent made fighting back his instincts harder but he gritted his teeth shoved it back.

Her obedience was pleasing and he liked the way she nipped into her bottom lip to hold her control. The smell of blood was beyond intoxicating. Before he could stop Moony reared up and growled through his lips but other than the slightest of fearful whimpers Rose kept her eyes shut and her body still.

Slowly he parted her thighs but before he could taste her Rose slammed them closed and sat up.

"No – I..." She stammered. "You shouldn't… I'm…"

"You're what?" Remus said evenly even as moony growled in frustration. "Dirty?" She wasn't the first woman he'd met who believed that oral pleasure was something only men enjoyed. He wondered if a passed lover her brought on the insecurity or if it was a fear of her own making. He had no doubt that he would have her cured of the naivety in time but for now she was being very disobedient.

She nodded at his question and looked away but he forced her to look back at him. For a long time he stared directly into her eyes before standing up, turning away and moving to put his shirt back on.

"Your disobedience is frustrating. You can leave your key on the table on the way out." Remus smiled at her sharply indrawn breath. He had no intention of letting her leave him but she needed to learn what it was to submit to her mate.

He kept his back to her as she jumped from the bed. "Please, Mars – Don't make me leave! I'll do as I'm told, I promise I will. I know you're the man I want to give myself to completely…"

Without turning he spoke sternly. "Disobedience in my chamber will not be tolerated. If you wish to stay as my slave you will need to be punished."


His words sent a red hot shiver down her spine. "Please, sir. If I have made you unhappy then I deserve whatever punishment you want to deal." She dropped to her hands and knees and dropped her head in a traditional submissive pose. "Please don't make me leave."

For a long time he did not say anything. After another long pause he began to pace. Each step was slow, heavy and deliberate. Each step reverberated through her trembling body as she waited for his decision.

When he spoke it was so unexpected that she jumped. "Stand up and bend over the bed."

She opened her mouth to question him but snapped it shut tight. Obedience way not come as naturally as she thought but she was going to learn and she was determined to let him teach her. She couldn't stand his rejection now, not so soon after finding him.

"Yes, sir," she said softly and did as she was told.

Bent over the bed her hands gripped the sheets as she waited. She could hear Mars' harsh breathing behind her. She heard his hands on his belt; the rustle of cloth, the clink of the buckle, the hiss as he slid the thick leather out.

A sliver of fear slid down her spine and the softest of whimpers escaped her throat as she listened. Prone and waiting the intensity grew with each passing second.

Mars flicked the belt making a loud cracking sound and Hermione whimpered again. After another second she felt the cool leather on her back as he dragged it across; just letting her feel the weight and texture of the belt. He was torturing her, letting the idea of her punishment linger in her imagination.

Then all at once he wound the buckle around his hand, pulled back and let the belt whip sharply against her tender ass. The first contact was hot, burning and shocked her to the core. She let out a cry and tried as best she could to muffle it in the blanket.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and she felt one escape and make a wet trail down her face. She felt the air shift again and he pulled back his hand and let out a soft yelp when the belt struck her ass a second time, a third, a forth… His final strike was sharp and made her whimper with the pain of it. She deserved this. Mars was the first man to even come close to understanding her and her sexual needs and she had made him angry with her the first night. Hermione would endure this and more to be his.

Suddenly everything was silent. Slowly Hermione pulled herself to her hands and knees and dared a glance over her shoulder. What she saw made her breath catch and her world stop. Her body flooded with red hot lust and pleasure.

Mars stood behind her, the belt wrapped around his large fist. He was bare chested and his tight black pants hugged his hips and thighs. But it was his chest that kept her gaze locked, long angry looking scars ran diagonally and lengthways down his broad, hair-covered stomach. His nipples were dark and erect and his arms bulged with taunt flexing muscle.

His eyes were almost black as they stared down at her and his lips pulled back from his teeth in a low dangerous growl. There was a beast inside Mars fighting to get out but he was holding it in. With every last reserve of his strength he was gripping and chaining his self control.

All Hermione could do was watch, holding still as though she were facing a rabid dog. Slowly, slowly she turned to face him as carefully as she could she reached out the barest of fingertips to trace the fist still gripping the belt.

"Forgive me, my master," she said, her voice barely audible.

Moving slowly again, carefully she drew closer till she was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him. Her hand gently caressed his fist till the belt dropped from it then she tentatively pulled his knuckles to her lips. She kissed each knuckle of his large, scarred hand then tenderly rubbed her cheek against the rough fingers.

All at once he seemed to gain a new control over himself. It both thrilled and scared her that she really wasn't sure which part of him had won.

His fingers drove into her long curls and his lips twitched as his tightened his fist and yanked her head back roughly. With his free hand he unbuttoned his pants to reveal his long, thick, rock hard cock and before Hermione comprehend anything he pulled her face closer.

"Suck it," he demanded and without argument she obeyed.


Remus watched his sweet Rose open her mouth wide and take the tip of his cock between her lips. The hot, slick wetness combined with her natural need to submit and obey his words nearly made him come right there.

Part of him had been afraid that she would run after her punishment, Moony had been determined that she would not leave and it took all his strength to hold the wolf back while she made her decision. Relief and delight rushed through him when she did not run but instead offered her submission and begged for forgiveness. She had seen something dangerous and yet she had stayed, not because she was some masochist hoping he would hurt her but because she trusted his strength.

Her lips moved quickly back and forth over his erect cock. Wet, tight, so bloody hot. She knew what she was doing, knew how to make him pant and how to make him moan with the pleasure of her lips around him. Her tongue flicked, her lips gripped and her mouth sucked exquisitely until his knees buckled and he hand to quickly grab the bedpost. He gave a loud, hoarse yell as his lower body exploded in pleasure and his cock flexed and his seed flooded his slave's perfect mouth.

Later they lay together on the bed and Remus gently stroked his slave's long curls. He loved her hair, loved the way it wrapped around his fingers and loved how soft and silky it felt.

After a bit she looked up at him shyly and asked, "Did I please you, sir?"

He smiled and caressed her cheek, surprised by the rush of tenderness that he felt just looking into her large brown eyes. "Very much." Another thought struck him. "But tell me, Rose did you enjoy giving me oral pleasure."

She grinned radiantly and nodded. "Yes, I loved knowing that I was making you happy and bringing you pleasure…" She looked shy again. "I've always sort of enjoyed – you know – I like the feel of it in my mouth, I like sucking it, I liked It when I felt her thighs tremble…" She giggled and buried her face in his shoulder. "I've never spoken out loud about that."

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "And you don't think that I could enjoy those things? Pleasuring you that way, tasting her cunny, flicking my tongue across your swollen clit till you scream in pleasure?"

"I… My last boyfriend said he didn't like doing it… Of course he never even tried… I just thought that maybe I smelt bad or something."

This time he laughed, loud and boisterous before looking down at his slave and gently brushing his lips over hers. "I think you smell very exciting and I can only imagine how perfect you're going to taste."

He spent the remainder of the night showing her just how much he enjoyed using his mouth. His sweet Rose did not protest.