Author Notes: Okay, just going to come out and say it. NSFW and full of fun. Enjoy!
Hermione didn't wonder or question Remus as he escorted her to his room. Harry and Ginny must have been preoccupied with Sirius because they were absent from the downstairs. Once in his room, Remus examined her and nodded. "The bathroom is to the right. Get undressed and kneel on the floor," he ordered.
"Yes Sir," Hermione murmured and paced to the door.
Her whole body was in high alert as she went into it. Now, him having his private bathroom made sense. There was a large tub with feminine scents and scrubs perched on the side. The tub itself seemed as if it hadn't been used. The shower was large, glass, and likely modeled for fucking someone savagely against the wall. That was his domain. His products were on a hook.
Hermione stripped and, for the first time in days, felt self-conscious. She looked at herself in the mirror as she removed her knickers from her form and stepped from her heels. When her bra freed her breasts, Hermione examined them with critique before rolling her neck. He had seen her naked. It wasn't a big deal.
But it was. This was the first time Hermione was to present herself to him. Setting down her clothes neatly on the counter, she nodded. Hermione swallowed her nerves and moved to kneel on the carpet, head down, palms up on her thighs. Total submission.
Remus entered, and she didn't move to look at him. His shoes came into her view and then out of it as he examined, analyzed, gathered data on her. This was the final interview before she could accept the position, and he, well, he had the say of if she made the cut.
"Very lovely," he purred and stroked her hair. "My good girl."
Hermione let out the breath she was holding. "Thank you, Sir."
His hand disappeared from her, and Hermione waited patiently for the next trial to begin. The clanging of the pipes and rush of water announced the tub had been turned on. Hermione waited.
"I brought in your soaps and toiletries," Remus assured her. "I will remove these if they aren't to your liking."
"Thank you, Sir."
He sat down on the rim of the tub and hunched to view her. "Stand up and turn to me."
Hermione climbed to her feet and chewed on her tongue. She pivoted and now could see his focused eyes collecting her detail. The stretch marks on her hips. The scar she received in her fourth year at grade school on her arm. Even the keloid old wound from her failed attempt at giving her everything on her thigh.
"This," he pointed at the scar. "Who gave this one to you. It's purposeful."
"My ex," Hermione murmured. "Sir."
Remus bent forward and kissed the mark. "I will never do that to you," he confirmed against her skin. "Turn around."
Hermione did as he commanded, and his hands were on her ass. It wasn't a loving touch or even rough. He was collecting details. Assessing his new prize. Inspecting for faulty mistakes or scuffs. "How do you feel about anal play?"
With his giant cock? Jesus that would be a stretch, quite literally. "I've used toys previously, Sir."
Remus chuckled. "Well, I won't be fucking your tight little hole, my good girl. It wouldn't be fair to it."
Hermione felt her hair being moved as his hands danced around her back. "Bend over, touch those cute toes."
Spreading her legs a bit, she bent and breathed. She saw Remus turn around just to shut off the water, and his eyes met her center. He inhaled and let out a groan with curled lips. "So, beautiful and delectable," he sighed and reached out to touch her.
Hermione couldn't prevent the impatient squirming as his fingers toyed with her folds.
"Already wet? Impatient little girl," Remus chuckled.
"Always, Sir," Hermione puffed.
Remus caressed her clit with his fingers, and she did what she could to avoid jolting. Running through her dampness, he nodded before pulling away. "Stand up and turn around."
Hermione straightened her form and pivoted. Was he pleased with his examination? Remus reached out and feathered his fingers through her short curly pubic hair. "I like this, but no longer than this. Absolutely under no circumstance are you to shave or wax it all off, understood?"
"Yes, Sir," Hermione agreed.
"Arms up."
Hermione raised them, and he nodded. "Good, we won't have to remove anything tonight. Climb in the tub, my good girl."
She moved to the tub, and he held out his arm. "Safety first," he insisted.
Hermione gripped his arm as she climbed inside the basin before sitting down. Remus began to unbutton his shirt, and Hermione's breath hitched. Was he going to join her? That would be lovely!
He smiled and shifted off the shirt. "I don't usually do this. However, if you can be a very good girl, we can take a bath, and I can wash you how I want."
She nodded. "Yes, Sir."
This was a treat, and Hermione would gobble it up. The man was fucking gorgeous. Remus stripped his undershirt and trousers with little delay, then folded them onto the counter. He moved his shoes and socks aside with a nod before climbing into the tub.
"Come here. I want to touch you," Remus sighed and beckoned her with two fingers.
Hermione scooted in the water, and Remus gripped her neck with a groan. He turned her around, and his thumb rested on the nape of her neck under her curls. "Lift your hair," he ordered.
She reached back and raised her hair from her back in a bunch, holding it with two hands. Remus still held her in place and pulled over a sponge, running it over her shoulders and back. "Such a beautiful, lovely creature. Perfect and obedient. Giving and kind," he sighed.
"Always for you, Sir," Hermione murmured.
The sponge fell away as she closed her eyes and listened. He was fiddling with her soap, she could hear him sudding it in the bathwater. Then with another groan, he returned the sponge to her skin, leaving lather along her shoulders.
This went on for several minutes as he manipulated her how he wished and bathed her skin. This was his process, it had to be. He was taking his time getting to know her body under his command, and Hermione was wet and willing for him to take her.
"On your knees, press your chest against the rim," he ordered.
Hermione licked her lips and swallowed as she did his bidding. Her entire lower half was in his view. Remus had repeated his cleaning process before lingering at her bum. She heard him shift, and then with a bit of invasion, a finger entered with a slick move. Hermione shuddered and fought to clench up.
"Relax, my good girl. I'm just checking," he purred and stroked her back.
Hermione exhaled and nodded. "Yes, Sir."
He replicated it a few more times. Before running the sponge over her. "Such a good girl. So, trusting," there was a smile in his tone. "We're going to find you some nice toys to use. It's far too cute and eager to not be played with."
Hermione shifted her hips and sighed. All these compliments, mixed with his hands, were intoxicating.
"Do you taste clean?" He asked.
"I hope so, Sir," Hermione whimpered. Her voice was riddled with need.
Remus chuckled, and soon the sponge was replaced with a hot caress of his mouth. She cast her face to the ceiling and moaned. He was gripping her cheek while his tongue and mouth caressed her. He let loose a feral growl before moving to her bum. Now the cleaning made sense, and Hermione was trying to hold in her cries of enjoyment.
"Oh, my tasty good girl," he sighed when pulling away. "I have to slow down, or I'm going to impale you," he puffed and patted her behind.
"Please, Sir? Please?" Hermione begged and wiggled her hips.
"I think we would have to gag you, and I want our first moments to be unhindered," he sighed.
A pathetic sound left her lips. "Yes, Sir," she sulked.
"Are you pouting? Show me your face," Remus ordered.
Hermione glanced back with her, sure enough, pout. Remus groaned and reached over to snag her hair. "You keep pouting like that, and I'm going to spank this beautiful ass red, gag you and fuck you until you are a puddle. It won't be tender," he warned with a sharp tug.
Her core clenched, and she couldn't help the moan that left her mouth. Remus's expression evolved to wicked. "You want that? You want to be a selfish naughty girl and get spanked before I savagely fuck you?"
It was a total trap. No answer was correct, but the one Remus was searching for left her lips. "Yes, Sir."
"Who's pussy is this?" He asked, stroking her.
Another trap. Hermione could see how much he loved teasing her. "Your pussy, Sir?"
He groaned and patted her bum. "Yes, my pussy. If you weren't so impatient, I wouldn't have to be so cruel to it. But now I have to," he tutted.
"I'm sorry, Sir," Hermione murmured.
He released her hair and nodded. "Climb out, dry off with your towel. Don't touch that pussy. That's now my pussy. When you're dry, bend over the bed."
"Yes, Sir."
There she was, over the bed chest and ribs against the blankets. Hermione was excited. She placed her forehead to the mattress and breathed as he taut nipples toyed with the sheet. Remus came out and hummed as she heard his feet on the floor.
Music. Swing music. Odd. "My preferred sound barrier," he noted.
The player by the door made so much sense now. Hermione breathed.
"Head up," Remus ordered.
Hermione craned her neck upward to see he had redressed. Handsome, fierce, and scowling. She licked her lips, and he stroked her cheek. "I didn't want to have to use this, but my impatient girl is loud," he sighed and produced the ball gag in front of her. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Sir," Hermione agreed.
He nodded and caressed her hair. "If you need to stop, hold up your hand. I will not be binding them for this reason. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir, I understand to raise my hand if I need to stop," She repeated.
The gag was pink. It looked to be just large enough to fit in Hermione's mouth. Even the holster was pink. It had a bubble yum bubble gum feel. Very feminine and very delicious looking. Hermione glanced up to him, and he smiled with a nod. "This is yours, I've never used it before."
"Thank you, Sir. You're very kind," Hermione sighed.
"Mouth open," he instructed.
Hermione loosened her jaw, and Remus placed the ball inside. Immediately her mouth reacted as saliva pooled on her tongue. It was a joyous experience.
"Head forward. We don't want to ruin your pretty curls," Remus ordered.
Hermione sounded agreement and bent forward, allowing him to secure the strap once he removed hair from her neck. She trusted him and knew she was in for a beautiful night of debauchery.
"My beautiful, impatient girl," he sighed and stroked her hair. "I'm going to spank you and fuck you and make you all mine."
The build-up was killing her. Remus shifted to the bed after tracing her bum and sat down. Intriguing… "Straddle my left leg, girl," he ordered.
The hairs on her neck went up, and her skin grew gooseflesh. Remus was using that tone again. Hermione scrambled and noted his position. His knees were shifted, and Remus crossed his arms. Hermione couldn't help the dribble of drool that left her lip as she complied.
Remus grabbed her hair and forced her to the bed, her bum pressed up by his risen knee. His left arm secured her, and his fingers gripped her side. "I'm going to swat this ass until it's burning," he rumbled.
The first clap was glorious. Hermione whimpered around the gag and felt his pants rub against her enlivened bundled nerves. It was followed by his fingers, touching the stinging flesh. They left, and then with a bite, her other cheek burned.
The method of him smacking her, caressing her skin, and involuntarily being stimulated by his leg was intense and enjoyable. She knew he could see how turned on it was making her. Hermione was sure he could feel it as well. The drool was dripping out of her mouth as she whimpered and huffed.
How many was it now? Eight? God, she loved it.
"Is this my pussy?" he growled as fingers toyed with her entrance.
Hermione whined and nodded, unable to verbally agree.
"You're going to make me abuse the shit of it tonight. That's why you deserve what impatient girls get," he voiced and spanked her again.
Hermione whimpered and shuddered. That was a rough one, but she could handle it. Another strike and Hermione groaned, pressing her head to the bed. She was so turned on, and her ass was burning.
"Up, girl," he puffed.
Hermione struggled to climb from him as he released his hold. Once on her feet, she wobbled. Remus stood up and examined her face. He took her neck in his hand and arched an eyebrow. "You can handle more than that. Good," he stated and released her.
There was that stroke of sadism. The release of Hermione's power and him promoting his will. It was masterful.
"On the bed, stomach down. Remember, you're not allowed to cum until I say," Remus reminded her.
Hermione was dripping. No, seriously, dripping down her leg. She was ready, randy as fuck, and hopeful that he meant to take her. She complied with his command and turned her face to watch him. Remus was removing his clothing, and she felt her insides clench.
"My pussy is going to feel so nice wrapped around me," he sighed and removed his pants.
Hermione was nearly foaming at the mouth for him to fuck her. She needed him to. Oh, did she need him to… He plucked up a condom and approached the bed with the hint of a smirk. "Now, let's see how wonderful and ready it is."
It was ready. That was an understatement. It was aching for him. He had created an addiction; she wouldn't be able to quench. Remus approached her and reached for a pillow. "Up, let me see it glisten," he ordered.
Hermione shifted her body up enough for him to put the pillow under her waist. Remus pressed his hand down on her back, and she stretched her arms out in acceptance of what was to come.
"Oh, it's so beautiful. Dripping gold just for me," Remus murmured, and soon, a hot tongue swiped at her.
She whimpered and dribbled more drool on the bed.
"It tastes fantastic, how does it feel?"
Fingers inserted with a roughness that caused her to moan and shudder. They were vigorous and unrelenting with their attack, and Hermione jutted her hips toward him.
"Yes," Remus said, removing his fingers. "I think my pussy is ready."
Hermione whined and wiggled her bum. The lip-smacking sounds of him cleaning his fingers were followed by the crackle of the wrapper. He was going to have her. Oh, god, yes.
"I hope you're prepared, girl. I'm not willing to be gentle. You put that wolf to bed tonight," Remus growled.
Hermione huffed and nodded against the bed. Remus pressed her legs together and bolstered her hips before placing a hand to the mattress at her side. The tip, it reached her, and she wiggled.
"Hold, still," he hissed.
She didn't move. Remus pressed into her, and she panted. Oh, he was so filling… after he sank both his hands to the bed, he had met her entirely with a grumbling sound of satisfaction. Hermione huffed and traced her fingers against the blanket. Anything to prepare for the pounding she was about to receive.
And receive she did. Remus didn't stay in that tantalizing state for long. He owned her the way he shifted and impaled her caused her very insides to cry out in a mixture of jubilation and salvation. He was rough and, at one point during his session, yanked her neck back with her hair.
"Is this my pussy?" he snarled.
Hermione whined and attempted to rock her head. She wanted to cum so badly. He had been striking her g-spot.
"Beg me, through the gag, beg me to let you enjoy it," he hissed.
Hermione whimpered and cried and attempted any way to convey that she wanted to.
He released her hair and yanked at her hip, touching her clit with rough need. "Cum, my good girl, cum for me," he huffed.
She didn't need to be told twice. She cried against the gag and gripped the blanket as she crashed. Remus tugged her from the pillow and housed himself entirely inside of her. Twitching and groaning as his fingers pinched at her bum.
Hermione knew two things at that moment. One, she was going to be incredibly sore in the morning. Two, no man alive could ever be as fierce, sexy, and satisfying as Remus Lupin.
"Oh, my good girl," he sighed while releasing his hold on her cheek. "You made me so satisfied. I could do this all night."
Hermione nodded and huffed.
He chuckled and stroked her lower back. "However, that gag will become tiresome."
Pulling from her, she slumped and whimpered. Remus shifted off the bed and returned to lift her head. "Let's give your jaw a rest. We'll have plenty of use for it later," he smiled and caressed her cheek.
Hermione felt his other hand slacken the gag, and he assisted in opening her jaw. Once removed, she tongued the roof of her mouth and licked her lips.
"Thank you, Sir," she murmured.
Remus grinned and caressed her face. "You're very welcome, my good girl. Thank you for getting my pussy ready for my use," he sighed.
Hermione pressed into his hand, and he reached for a glass. "Have some water. I'm going to clean up that pretty treasure before I fuck you to sleep."
She sat up to drink the whole glass and sighed. "You're so generous, Sir."
He caressed her skin and bent to kiss her forehead. "My good girl."
Hermione watched him walk off to the restroom with the used protection and sighed. This was indeed the life. Setting down the glass, she exhaled and relaxed on the pillow. What a charmed life she now lived.