Author Notes: I don't usually toot my own horn, but this chapter... "Toot, Toot!" Well, at least I think so. I'm so glad that everyone is enjoying this adventure. I've invested quite a few of my own personal experiences into it and I'm relieved it's translating so well. I really hope that you continue on this journey with me.

Remus was in Sirius's room as the Potters and Hermione were down the stairs making plans. The counter came through, and it was a decent one, so Hermione sent out her signature. Now the extended journey of solidifying the deal, escrow, and renovations. However, it wasn't the house they were speaking about.

"How bad was the drop?" Remus asked.

Sirius puffed on the cigarette as he pointed the fan toward the open window. "Pretty bad, but not worse than it could have been. Her last dom messed her up something fierce. Told her horrible things that make me want to get a bit sadist."

Remus inhaled and rolled his neck. "Don't tell me tonight. I don't want to be angry. How did you quell it?"

Sirius shifted his mouth before smoking his cigarette again. "I made her," he stopped and scrunched his forehead. "I don't know what you call it, Moony. I had her call me daddy and then spoiled the shit out of her."

Remus's posture eased, and he smiled. "How did it feel?"

He set down his cancerous stick and scrubbed his face. "It felt different. It felt fucking good. It felt like I could be rock hard at any moment but wasn't."

Remus sat down and pinched his lips together. "You need to talk about these feelings, Pads. You have very DD tendencies with her, and I've seen it from the beginning. Even before she got here. The need for the girls to always look pretty, always have things to make them feel safe. They come to you with questions and never worry about judgment. You act without return and are fulfilled enough, but she's returning them, Pads."

Sirius groaned again and rubbed his face. "Moony, this doesn't work like this. Subs don't have two doms in one house."

"Why not? Look at her layers. You can't tell me you haven't seen them. I'm the man she needs when she wants to be an object, a tool for my happiness, our good girl. You're the man she needs when she wants to be the most gorgeous little girl in the room; the princess. Your compliments are band-aids on her emotional wounds. You build her up, and as much as you don't want to admit it, you want to do this with her."

"I'm not staying material, Moony."

"You are for the right girl, Pads. She's the right girl. The girl that will wear what you want, be playful and cute. Will let you brush her hair and dote on her before you pin her down and fuck her. She will ask your thoughts and tell you her secrets easier because you make her feel safe. I'm security, but you're a warm blanket."

Sirius tilted his head and thought about the beach. "She told me that before."

"I assumed so," Remus laughed. "I'm the collar she needs, but you're the fuzzy pink handcuffs. This girl has to have both. She's too brilliant, too emotionally strong, and far too beautiful for just one role."

"And what if months down the line, you have her collared, and she tells me you hurt her? How am I supposed to deal with that?" Sirius hissed.

Remus rolled his neck. "Then you and I talk and find out how. You allow me the space to apologize and dote on her, and then you get to tell her how much of a sweet and understanding girl she is. If we work together, we can keep this fucking beautiful woman for years."

Sirius hadn't committed in decades. The thought was frightening.

"What if I hurt her or make her cry again?" Sirius pouted.

"Then you do what you did today. You help her get on firm ground and emotionally buff out her ruffles. Relationships aren't easy, Sirius. They take time and effort. They are this messy IKEA dresser that the language is foreign, the pictures are ambiguous, and you have tons of trial and error. I'm here for you and will be your knowledge base if you're lost. We've always taken care of each other, you have always taken care of me. Let me assist you with this, Pads, and I promise, you will be the happiest you've ever been."

"And you're alright with this? You're fine with sharing time with me?" Sirius questioned as he snagged up his cigarette and puffed.

Remus tilted his head and then nodded. "Yes, because this isn't about me. This is about her. I will never be the lavish-her-in-gifts type. I will never promote a fun adventure or drag her into the beach waves because it makes her laugh or smile. My drive isn't to inspire her to be playful and sweet, my drive is to push her limits, guide her to a deeper understanding of herself, and to release her from her shackles of life."

"You're saying I'm the yin to your yang," Sirius added.

Remus rocked his head and smiled. "You are with her. She needs fluffy with the darkness. She likely always had, and her previous partners tried to snuff that innocence out. Tried to own it and mold it to their needs so she would always be subservient and lustful. I want you to encapsulate it. I want you to make her your little princess who begs for your cock because you tell her it looks so pretty within her lips. I want you to help her pick out her books and furniture because she values your opinion. I want you to take charge of her care and do what you feel is completely necessary for her to bloom. Sirius, I'm the soil she takes root in, you're the sun on her petals to make her grow beautiful."

Sirius was overcome with awe. His cigarette forgotten, and his lips peeled apart. "You've been thinking about this a while."

"Yes, I have," Remus agreed. "If we do this, she will evolve into this amazing creature of perfection. She's already brilliant and masterful, but with our guidance, she can be unstoppable. No one would ever question her beauty, intelligence, or compassion because doubt would be rinsed from her skin in purification."

"You trust me with this?"

"Infallibly Sirius. You would be the perfect man to help fortify our good girl."

Hermione was snuggled in her clean blanket and pajamas on Sirius's bed as he brushed her hair. She basked in his doting while they watched a documentary on wolves. She loved documentaries, or so Sirius found out. They helped her with writing, and the knowledge pool she developed was by research on the internet and documentaries.

"How's my Kitten?" Sirius asked as he stroked her curls.

"Comfortable," Hermione murmured.

Snuffles jumped on the bed and pressed his face to Hermione's legs. She caressed him and sighed as Sirius rubbed her neck. "You're so beautiful. So intelligent and sweet. You give me a sugar rush," Sirius voiced as he put her hair into pigtails.

"Sugar rush?" Hermione inquired; Sirius could hear the smile on her voice.

"Oh, yes, I'll become a diabetic before long," He teased and nuzzled her neck.

Hermione giggled and squirmed. "Sirius."

"Kitten, what is my name?"

"Daddy?"

Sirius felt that jolt in his lower abdomen. "Yes, and when you're in my room, you call me just that."

"Okay."

His tongue lapped at the crease in her neck, and he groaned. "You taste so sweet."

"Daddy," she sighed and slanted her head, so he had better access.

He moaned against her skin and caressed her pigtails. "My beautiful, intelligent, sexy, good girl."

Hermione squirmed and sighed. Snuffles snorted and jumped off the bed, wandering over to his sofa. That gave Sirius the opportunity to pull Hermione flat and exhaled. She was holding her blanket and sucking on her lower lip. Why the fuck was this such a turn on?

"Maybe I need to see how happy you are," Sirius rumbled and maneuvered toward her legs. "I can't let my good girl be unhappy in my room."

Hermione sighed and shifted. Sirius knew she was wet. It was this gorgeous magic she had to read his and Moony's wants and desires. He was wrapped around her little finger and didn't mind in the least.

Sirius pushed up the blanket and softly tugged down her tiny pink shorts. They were so fucking cute on her bubbly ass. Oh, sweet and so delicious. He wanted to eat her with them on but knew she shouldn't change for the rest of the night because of his lust.

"So, soft," he sighed while stroking her.

Hermione whimpered. "Daddy, please?"

Sirius bit down a huge groan. That was just it; his new turn on was her calling him Daddy, and there was no way around it. The way her feminine and sweet voice caressed the word like it was her favorite thing in the world.

"If I taste my sweet sugar, Kitten, you have to promise to be a quiet girl. Can you be quiet for Daddy?"

Hermione nodded with a sigh. "Yes, Daddy. I promise."

"Do you want to watch me eat my dessert? Watch what Daddy wants to do to you?"

She arched and nodded. "Please?"

Sirius was grinning as he reached over and helped her lift up on pillows until she was propped. Thank god he loves pillows. He had plenty to spare. Hermione had her blanket wrung in her hands over her chest as her cheeks glowed. Her beautiful lips were already darkened with arousal. She was fucking perfect.

Sirius caressed her cheek and grumbled. "Oh, my gorgeous, lovely, good girl. I want you to focus and touch and dote on me while I enjoy this, alright? Tell me how it feels and how happy it makes you."

"Yes, Daddy," she sighed and shifted.

Sirius moved down to her waist and exhaled. She was so tasty looking. He had admired it briefly before, but now, he could marvel in it. His rough fingers caressed her, and she whimpered. Sirius watched as she released the blanket and touched her chest through her shirt as he teased her.

Moving the blanket with his free hand, he observed her soft sighs. "Oh, that's such a beautiful sweet girl. My beautiful sweet girl," he purred.

When he sunk to her thighs, he licked and kissed them up and down both sides, lingering and nuzzling her skin. Hermione's fingers went to his hair as she twirled and kneaded. Oh, Sirius was so into it with her. "How does that feel?" He asked against her skin.

"Beautiful, like a song," Hermione murmured.

Sirius smirked, and his tongue traced her, causing the woman to arch and puff. "Oh, Daddy, you're so wonderful."

Stroking pride. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Sirius could want for nothing else. "Do you feel safe and happy?" He questioned before nuzzling her heated flesh.

"Oh, very safe and happy, Daddy," she whimpered. "Can I please have more?"

So damn compliant and sweet. Not demanding or bratty. Who the fuck was this woman, and how did she know his language?

"You can have as much as you like, Kitten," Sirius voiced before placing the task before him.

Hermione housed all sorts of distinctive sounds as he grumbled and sighed against her. His intentions were slow and content as he made notes of what made her twitch and sigh. Her fingers played in his hair, and she was verbose about how much he made her feel so much pleasure.

He hadn't even placed a finger in her. Sirius just wanted to drag it on long enough to turn her to a puddle. Slow-cooked. A simmer. Nothing sharp or jagged that would burst her bubble of enjoyment.

Sirius could do this for hours! Honestly. He had never once thought that oral was his shtick, but now, he relished it.

"Daddy, please, can you touch me?" She asked with a pouted sigh.

Sirius smiled against her and reached out, tracing her inner thighs with his fingers. Fluttered touches as he dined. Hermione voiced a soft sound of approval as she ran her hands down his curls.

"Oh, so amazing. You make me feel so wonderful. Oh, thank you, Daddy," she puffed when two entered her.

He played and slowed, played, and slowed. That went on for much longer than she probably wanted, but continued to sigh and praise him. Adore him. Beg him.

Sirius pulled away as his fingers still curled and swirled inside of her. "Kitten, when you're ready, I want you to push Daddy's face as much as you like against you. I want you to show Daddy how hard you want to cum for him."

"Oh, yes, Daddy, please," Hermione sighed and arched.

Sirius began sincerely enjoying his prize. Her taste was amazing, and he wanted to savor every drop. Hermione wasn't rough or even held urgency as she tilted her hips and pressed his head down further into her with her fingers on his head. Sirius growled and nibbled while curling his fingers.

She popped with pants and soft moans while she spasmed and spurted on his hand. Oh, Sirius was in love. He licked and pumped his fingers through her climax as he slurred her up. She gave him everything he wanted.

Hermione had tangled her fingers in his hair as he pressed on and used his teeth a bit more. She jutted and flopped to the bed as her back arched. He could feel her form shiver and jerk to the unrelenting sensation as he growled against her.

"Daddy wants another, can you give me one, my princess?" Sirius hissed before returning to her clit.

Hermione whined and puffed. "It's so much," she sighed.

"Just one more," Sirius voiced over her. "One more and Daddy will let you relax, my good girl."

Hermione moaned and whimpered as he switched up his tactics. It was a build, he could feel it. Sirius was hungry and needed more. Oh, did he need more. "It's, so," Hermione whimpered, and the coil sprung loose.

She grabbed a pillow and howled into it, and Sirius snarled against her and lapped up his reward for resilience. She soaked his hand, covered his face, and he was utterly in love. His new favorite flavor of energy. When Hermione stopped shaking and shivering, and her voice subsided from the pillow, Sirius carefully removed his fingers.

He sunk down and kissed, licked, and lavished her with a gentle doting. "Oh, my delicious, beautiful, sexy, princess. Two lovely gifts," He sighed.

Hermione removed the barrier and rubbed the back of her head into the pillows behind her. A panting smile on her lips. He climbed up to her and offered Hermione his fingers. "Taste how beautiful you are, Kitten."

Hermione opened her mouth and suckled with a sigh of approval.

"You're such a wonderful and beautiful, good girl. Did you know that's why I had to give you two? You deserve more, but I think two is good for tonight," he sighed and stroked her hair.

"Thank you so much, Daddy," she sighed. "Can I play with you?"

Sirius glanced down and noted just how much he wished that was so. "Not tonight, my wonderful girl. You need rest and plenty of caresses after that."

"In the morning?" Hermione pouted.

That fucking pout was going to ruin him. "Yes, as long as you want," Sirius smiled. "Now, let's get your shorts back on so you can run to the restroom. When you come back, we'll climb into bed and snuggle."

Hermione nodded and leaned up to kiss him. "You're perfect, Daddy."

Sirius nuzzled her cheek. "And you're my beautiful good girl."