Author Notes: I probably could have skipped some of chatter in this chapter and went over it with inner dialogue, but I said eff it. I hope you guys don't mind the bit of build-up to what's coming!
Hermione shifted in the little black dress, Ginny loaned her. She scrunched her nose and twisted in the mirror as there was a knock. Opening the door, Sirius was there with a smile. Hermione offered him to come inside, and the man appraised her.
"Oh, Moony is a lucky dog," he chuckled.
She twirled, and her lips curled. "You don't think this screams 'fuck me,' too much?"
"No, but I have an idea," Sirius smirked and walked over to her bag on the small dresser.
Hermione arched an eyebrow as the man dug, pulling out a couple of her chains and accessories. Sirius glanced at them and rocked his head before padding over. His fingers caressed the simple diamond necklace from her mum's for Christmas.
"This for class," he sighed and helped her put on the necklace. "And this," he paused and sank to his knees. "This is for fun."
Sirius had placed her bracelet with the lock charm hanging off it. Hermione's insides tightened, and she sighed. He arched his eyebrow and ran a hand up her calf. It was soft feathery touches that melted her heels to the floor.
Hermione melodically breathed, and Sirius's fingers trailed up her dress and grabbed her through her knickers. His grumble was potent, and flashes of their session together a couple of days ago made her wet. "Oh, Daddy," she murmured.
Sirius hid his grin from her as he ducked away from the mirror. His fingers trailed her crease to her front and pressed his hand to her lower abdomen. "You have fun with Moony. Listen to him and make sure it's exactly what you want, alright, kitten?"
Hermione cast her head back and puffed. "Yes."
"I'll make sure sometime this week I get Harry out of the house so you can give him your pretty pussy, alright?" Sirius purred as he traced her knicker line.
Hermione swayed, and his arm pressed against him, rubbing her sensitive bundled nerves. Sirius inhaled, and his other hand pulled her dress up as he nipped at her bubbly cheek. Hermione whimpered and squirmed.
"Now," he sighed against her skin, causing her to have chills. "You wrangle in your randy sighs and go out with Moony. Be a good girl and polite. No touching yourself, alright?"
Hermione whined but bobbed her head. "Yes, Daddy."
Sirius kissed her flesh and pulled away. She wobbled at his exit and felt uneven on the floor. This man was subtle and had her by strings. Hermione turned as he stood up and stared at him through her eyelashes. His fingers were soft on her cheek as he bent and kissed her forehead.
Her hand glided to his backside and cupped his beautiful ass. He was that sexy silver fox that you had to touch. Had to taste, and he fucked like you were his only purpose. Sirius chuckled and hummed. "Oh, love, you're so frisky. How is Moony going to contain you?"
"Whips and chains, Sirius," She whispered.
Sirius barked out laughter and groaned. "You are tops, love. Now, I'm going to go. Behave," he murmured while pulling from her grip.
Hermione pouted and felt this odd tendril on the air. The hint of rejection, maybe? She hadn't done something wrong, had she? Sirius winked, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Sirius," she tried, but he slipped through the door with a wave.
Glancing at her appearance in the mirror, she puffed. That would just have to wait until after her date. Hermione breathed and straightened her skirt before moving to leave. Whatever happens next, well, it wouldn't be roses and quiet nights reading. Not all the way, at least. Her smile was a reminder that this man loved both words and screams.
Remus had taken her to a quieter restaurant where the food was delightful, the ambiance was soothing, and the porch was near empty. Hermione was finishing up her chicken breast and greens when Remus cleared his throat.
He had donned a simple black coat over his white shirt. No tie. If anyone had been looking at the pair, it was easy to see they were on a date. Not only because of his very charming demeanor but hers. Hermione was once told by Sharon that it was easy to see when she was interested. Her whole body oozed for them.
"Did you have enough wine?" Remus asked as he sipped his water.
Hermione rocked her head. "And the chicken was delicious," she agreed and set down her fork.
His fingers went to that pensive position at his mouth she loved. Remus was analyzing her, taking her in, drinking her like ice-cold water on a hot day. How she fantasized about that posture for years. Much to her ex's jealousy. He was no witty dominant, and elegance wasn't his forte.
"We'll have dessert," he nodded.
Hermione moved her plate toward the edge of the table. "Something on your mind?"
Remus grunted and scratched at his face. "You haven't been here long, I know that. Your experiences with LA have been interesting at best, and you meet two wankers who happen to think you're delicious. How are you feeling about the whole week thus far?"
A week. Jesus, only a little more than a week? Well, she would count her blessings when she received them, no matter the condensed time frame. "I'm very pleased. Those two wankers have brought texture and gratitude to my life that I was missing. Pieces that I thought weren't mine to touch anymore."
The waiter approached and beamed at her. He was handsome, likely an actor trying to make it big but waiting tables until the big break. He had been casually flirting with her all night. Remus had observed, she knew he was going to, to see what her reactions were.
"Did you and your father want dessert?" He smiled.
Oh, father, hm? Hermione's smile stretched. "Oh, he's not my father. He's my husband. We have a different type of ring," She murmured and revealed the chain on her ankle.
The waiter blinked and stood straighter. "My apologies, I," he stammered, realizing how foolish he sounded.
"She's beautiful, isn't she? Like plucking roses from an English garden," Remus purred and reached over to stroke her cheek.
Hermione sighed and pressed into his hand. "You've always had an elegant taste."
"We'll have a slice of the chocolate cake. Two forks," Remus murmured with a firm tone at the young man.
The waiter swallowed and nodded before scurrying off. Remus returned to his previous posture and was smiling under his fingers. "You were prepared to be hit on in that dress?"
"No, but I'm nothing if not innovative, Sir," she said before sipping her wine.
Remus shifted and licked his lips. "How do you feel about continuing with our unspoken arrangement?"
Hermione's heart sped up, and her nipples grew taut. "Any changes you'd like to implement if we do?"
"Yes, a few," Remus hummed and picked up his water glass.
She watched him with urgency as her now clammy palms rested on the table. "Such as?"
"You would keep your room, but you sleep in my bed when you're in my house," Remus mused. "You will bathe, brush your teeth, and wear what I deemed dress code approval in my room. Those are not requests."
So far, not bad on the demands. Quickly done and most of it common sense. "Alright."
Remus straightened his posture. It was always so much more intimidating when he was focused. That summoned a bloom of color to Hermione's cheeks. "I want you to go shopping this week. No more ratty sweats and t-shirts. Cute things that accentuate your curves, but are guest friendly. You won't have to take them with you when you find a home, but they are attire for being in my house."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, Sir."
Remus waved his hand. "No, 'Sir,' in public. It's too sturgeon and telling. If you would like to maintain the connection, just add possession to my name or pet name you deem worthy. My darling," he suggested and reached over to stroke her cheek.
It gave her shivers as she nodded.
"As for exploration," he hummed and paused when the waiter set down their plate. "Thank you, we appreciate your service," Remus said to 'Jim.'
"If you need anything else, let me know. Enjoy you two," Jim murmured.
"We will, right, my darling?"
Hermione gulped and smiled at the waiter. "Yes, thank you." Knowing the verbal caress of possession in the word 'my' now twisted her insides.
"As for exploration and limits," Remus continued and pulled from her. "Anything I need to know? Aside from canes?" He asked while picking up his fork.
Hermione chewed her lips together. "Well, I'm not interested in brutal manhandling." It was a polite way of saying she wasn't a fucking hardcore masochist. Nope, definitely not after her stay at the hospital.
Remus frowned and gestured to her. "Eat."
Hermione reached for the fork and took a bite without delay. Remus smiled and twirled the utensil in his fingers. "Not a problem. I have zero interest in hurting you. How far does that rabbit hole go?"
"No gaping wounds, fierce degradation, and no lasting abuse to my face," Hermione murmured after swallowing her cake.
"Needs?"
Had she ever been flatly asked that before?
"Respect, honor, decency, and decorum," Hermione nodded.
Remus sliced a piece from the cake and hummed. "I like those. The foundation of what we do and how we exchange power. It's not a given that you release yours, and it isn't a given that I press mine. To respect that bond is a layer. Honoring the exchange is a priority, holding the decency to apply boundaries to limits, and of course, the decorum to know when and where it is allowed."
Hermione smiled and crossed her legs under the table. "Yes, I very much agree."
"What is your core drive for us, my darling?" Remus asked.
Hermione squirmed and swallowed. "To give you a piece of me that is a privilege for both of us. Relinquishing the shackles of life so that I can enjoy the weightlessness of my submission."
It was perfection. Hermione hadn't thought about it as it flowed from her lips, but now her cheeks were flames as he examined her. It was easy. Natural. It was what she had been looking for longer than she could admit.
"I want," Remus paused as he set down his fork. "I need to know. Is this something long term for you? Do you want to see how far this goes?"
"It's what I've been seeking, and I believe you can supply it," Hermione murmured.
Remus cleared his throat and gestured to the cake. "Continue. I've had my fill."
Hermione took another bite as his eyes analyzed her. What was he thinking in his brilliant mind? The gentle, bookish man. The firm dominant. Remus Lupin.
"Then I propose we invest into a more stable concept. A trial period. Under consideration."
Hermione had a mouthful of cake as her eyes widened. "You mean it?" She asked after swallowing.
Remus's lips tugged to one side. "You're asking me if I mean setting the parameters of keeping you? Did the wine go to your head, my darling?"
Hermione cleared her throat, and she huffed. "It's just, I never," she took a breath. "Remus, you're so amazing. I can see why Sirius says that girls stumble over themselves for you in our scene. It was dumb luck that I fell into your lap."
"Dumb luck and misunderstandings," Remus laughed. "But don't discredit yourself. Sirius and I have been tripping over our feet chasing you for a week."
Hermione chewed her lip and tasted the chocolate. "What type of outline do you suspect would be a part of this next stage?"
Remus inhaled and scratched at his chin. "Are you asking if Sirius will have involvement?"
Hermione ate the last piece of cake and rocked her head.
"He and I," Remus sighed. "He and I have things we must work out. How does it make you feel if he does?"
Hermione couldn't hide the deep blush that stretched down to her neck.
"I see," Remus laughed. "Well, I don't prohibit it. You both have to have your own conversation if it's pursued. However," he paused and narrowed his eyes. "Only with Sirius. No one else. Understood?"
"Yes, my Remus," Hermione agreed.
He smiled and rolled his neck. "We'll take later in bed about the details of our arrangement and the marks that must be met before any ownership takes place."
Ownership. The very word made her quiver with anticipation. When was the last time a collar rested on her neck, aside from play? Her very own mark of pride and service. The smell of leather, the jingle of a chain in public, the real shroud of delight. It made her tingle all the way down to her toes.
"I'm not an aggressive partner," Remus added as he noted the new couple being shuffled out to the porch. "I have firm demands, I enjoy lavishing in compliments, and creating challenges for my lovers." The cleaner dialogue expressed a shift in his tone.
Hermione nodded. "That sounds applicable."
"Before we talk of going into this," Remus sighed. "I have a confession."
She bit the inside of her cheek. Was he going to tell her she wasn't going to be his only one? Not that she ever disregarded anyone's needs, but for her, she couldn't go through it again. "That is?" Hermione asked, shaming herself for the shakiness in her tone.
"I can't father children," Remus puffed.
Hermione felt empathy for the man who would likely be an outstanding father. "And you wouldn't want to otherwise?" She questioned with careful consideration.
Remus shrugged and lifted his hand. "I would prefer it, but I won't discredit my partner's needs. I had an awful severing with my last partner over it. She wanted it naturally conceived, and I refused to allow her to race off to an unknown source for that natural occurrence."
Hermione winced. She wanted to be bred. There wasn't anything wrong with that kink, but it was undoubtedly a sting to a man who couldn't supply it. "I apologize you had to go through that."
Remus exhaled and waved his hand. "I wanted to be forthright with you. It will not be a happy accident on my part that it occurs. This means that if it was in your desire to do so after we've established, then it will be a topic we have to use our intelligence, pragmatic thought, and understanding for."
"At least it's another aspect to control," Hermione offered with a smile.
Remus laughed and sighed. "You're correct, my darling. That doesn't bother you?"
"Remus, I'm worth more than most pop stars," Hermione puffed. "I feel empathy for you for not being able to produce offspring if you liked, but I have the means to make it happen should I choose."
"Ah, yes, I've forgotten," he teased. "You're wealthy, sexy, and intelligent," he pressed his hand to his forehead in mocking.
"I don't like to wear that collar much," she snickered.
His smirk was wolfish. It highlighted the slight sadism she knew he had for mischief. "I have a few in mind," he whispered. "My darling."
She shifted in her seat and reached for the last of her wine. "I'm positive, you do."
Remus waved Jim over for the check, and as they walked out after Remus left a decently large tip, he squeezed her behind. It took everything out of Hermione not to moan and mewl for more. What a lovely way to officially begin this adventure.