Author Notes: A dose of routine? I think so. How about a bit of fun? Agreed!
Hermione was tapping away at her keyboard as she adjusted her posture. It had been a fantastic week, and things were a bit less intense now that Harry and Ginny had made their exit. She was sad to see them go, but only mildly. Her brain was far more carnal these days and salivated over the amount of fun promised to her.
Her door opened just as her alarm on her phone went off. Hermione finished her sentence and picked up her water bottle just as Sirius came in smiling. "How's my Kitten?"
Hermione swigged the water and nodded. "Very well, Daddy. I've been productive today," she beamed.
Sirius strolled to her chair and ran his fingers over her Belle t-shirt, rolling her buds between his finger and thumb. "Hmm, yes, seems you've been very productive," he murmured while glancing at her screen.
Hermione sighed and arched. "I do try to be decent."
"I came in to get you for your chores," Sirius whispered as he pinched harder.
"Oh, Daddy," Hermione sighed as she nuzzled his neck.
"Up, up, or Moony is going to take out the paddle," he chuckled and patted her breasts.
Hermione puffed and stood as she rolled her neck. Sirius's hand rubbed her bum and then tugged on the long pink furry tail. She knew he was never one for torture, but loved the butt plug. He asked her just yesterday if she would ever consider letting Daddy have that hole. She certainly would after the training for it.
Hermione removed her slippers and went down the staircase, passing and patting Snuffles along the way. He followed her plenty, and she loved having the dog around. It reminded her that we all have devotion levels to people we love, dogs, especially.
Before she could do anything for Remus, she had to do the domestic duties. He was quite a stickler for accuracy, and she followed the letter. Hermione switched the laundry and folded the towels. Ironing, hanging up, and stacking the fresh loads, she paced toward the stairs again.
The front door opened, and she heard Remus shuffle inside with the groceries. That was when Hermione picked up the pace to put the clothing away. If he thought she was doing a sluggish job, he likely would be hard-pressed to take his belt off.
Hermione liked these tasks. They were simple, quickly followed, and created a routine. Routine was excellent, and it felt secure after how insane the last couple of weeks went. Layers of beautiful regularity and balance. With the strict, came the fun. Sirius always made positive she had fun in her life.
Her feet moved with moderate speed as she took the empty hamper back down to the laundry room and walked into the kitchen just as Remus put the last of the food away. Hermione tucked her head and placed her hands behind her back. He walked by and patted her head before disappearing out to the sitting room with some iced tea.
It was lunchtime, and she had to prep it before Remus finished his tea. Today was a healthy choice and had made up the meal plan the day prior, to his approval. The chicken leftover from last night was chopped up and made into a salad with all of the exceptional qualities of a caesar. She would serve it with whole-grain toast.
Yes, it all was domestic and very reasonable. Aside from the pink tail butt plug. It ached, but not in a horrid way. Hermione was chopping the chicken as Sirius came in with his camera and snapped a shot of her with a smile.
"Who's that cute girl?" Sirius asked.
He'd found a fun pass time during her chores. If he distracted her, she got punished, and Sirius got to take pictures of her hot, red ass. The first day this happened, Remus enjoyed it immensely, forcing her to watch him pleasure himself to the images. Tutting about her misbehavior before finishing on his hands and having her lick them clean. No, that was her job… it was incredible torture to not be his satisfaction, and the lesson was learned; don't let Daddy's misbehavior cause her to miss out.
Hermione was silent but smiled. Unless she was in her room or they were having their 'community time,' she wasn't allowed to speak unless Remus granted her permission. Sirius moved closer and ducked down behind her.
"Mmm, that ass looks so tasty, Kitten. I want to eat it, then let you suck my cock," he purred.
Hermione pressed down a moan as she moved on to grate the parmesan.
"Or, you can suck Moony's cock while I fuck you from behind. What do you think, Kitten? We haven't tried that type of fun yet," Sirius snickered as he snapped another shot.
Her nipples and pussy agreed. The shirt rubbed against the hardened buds as she shifted on her feet. He was going to get her in trouble again if she wasn't careful.
"Or, he can make you sit on his lap, fully impaled while Daddy sucks on your pretty chest."
Hermione exhaled and squirmed as she separated the salad. Sirius didn't like tears or unhappiness, but he enjoyed teasing. Oh, did her Daddy love to tease her. She pulled out the toast and separated it correctly before setting all the bowls on a tray. Hermione filled a large glass of water and tilted her head at Sirius.
He stood up and smirked. "Ale, love," Sirius said.
Hermione went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle before popping the cap and setting it on the tray. Hermione then took it within her fingers and, with great care, wandered into the sitting room. They didn't eat lunch at the table. Instead, Hermione was to sit on her knees at the coffee table and read aloud while Remus and Sirius ate.
When Remus was satisfied, he let her eat her lunch and inquired about the chapter or verses. Whichever way his musing went for the day. Sirius would often join in the conversation with his non-educated opinions as he would call them. It all made her slow down her consumption of her food and enjoy the process of eating it more.
Remus was so very handsome in a plain olive shirt. He was posted in his armchair and was reading as she walked into the room. Setting down the tray, she set his bowl on the table next to him. After he gave her a single nod, she repeated the process on the table in front of the sofa with Sirius's ale set beside it.
Her food was set on the table, a napkin covering it. The large water glass posted just next to it, and she moved the tray to the back of the chair, leaning it with a nod. Hermione was fond of the process, and silence gave her a chance to bask in the weight of her duties.
Remus watched her move in front of him and collapse on the pillow at his feet. "You're to start here today," he instructed and handed Hermione the book.
It was Jane Eyre. His favorite. She knew it was his favorite because this was the third time this week he had handed it to her. All the different parts of the novel, she was positive he knew inside and out. He was an English Teacher, after all. Hermione waited for Sirius to come in and sit down, which only reminded her more of the plug as she shifted on her calves.
"So, what is it today, Moony?" Sirius questioned as he snapped up his bowl.
"Jane Eyre, chapter fourteen," Remus mused.
"So this is after Mr. Rodstein gets home?" Sirius asked before reaching for his ale.
Remus nodded. "Yes, Mr. Rodchester has summoned Jane the first time already."
Sirius waved his fork. "Alright."
Hermione waited.
"You may begin," Remus ordered.
Hermione read the chapter in entirety aloud. Remus appreciated her animating the different characters, which he praised her on several times. This happened to be one of her favorite books as well, so it was quite simple to feel entertained by reading it.
When she concluded the chapter, Hermione bowed her head and offered the book back. Remus took it and stroked her hair. "That was very well done," he praised.
Hermione stuffed down the smile and glowing pride he kindled in her. She loved receiving his compliments. They were as vital to her as the water was to plants.
"Now, go sit and eat," Remus dismissed her from her post.
Hermione crawled to the table, and Remus cleared his throat. "Wait, girl," he voiced.
Sirius's eyes lit up as he set down his bowl. "Is it beautiful?"
"Yes, come see for yourself," Remus sighed.
Hermione waited.
Sirius stood up and wandered behind her and groaned. "Fucking delicious, Moony."
"I know. Move the tail just a bit," Remus said.
Sirius's hand touched Hermione's behind as he set the hanging pink tail to her hip. He stepped away, and the sound of the camera shuttering was almost orgasmic.
"Girl, press your chest to the floor," Remus ordered.
Hermione obeyed and stretched out her arms in submission.
"Mm, yes, edible," Sirius hissed, and his feet were on the rug.
The camera sounded closer, and Hermione's insides burned with need. It was interesting how the dull sound of a camera now was an instant turn on for her.
"Girl, knees apart," Remus ordered. "And sit up enough to run your left hand over your perfect bum."
Hermione obeyed and was greeted by unison groans from the men. The camera snapped and shuttered as Sirius moved, her head was turned from him. When a hand touched her, she bit down the reaction to moan.
"Like that, Moony?" Sirius questioned.
"No, further in," Remus confirmed.
Fingers entered her, and she bit down on the sound, threatening to leave her.
"Perfect," Remus sounded as the camera snapped. "Now rub it on her cheek and do it again."
Sirius's fingers left her, and she felt the moist trail of herself being slathered on her bum. Then with more force, they returned to her core.
"Yes, that's gorgeous, Pads. That and have your other hand grab the tail," Remus instructed.
Hermione wasn't allowed to make a sound. She struggled with this part. They often struck inspiration, and she was their canvas. Unless Remus told her, she was to remain as silent as the comparison; painters have quiet canvases to work magic.
She felt the jerk of the plug as Sirius gripped the tail. His fingers moved inside her, and she felt her juices drip to his fingers with ease.
"Yes, now, pull it out just a little," Remus said.
Hermione breathed through the teasing as she could feel Sirius pull out the plug with slow accuracy. It was stopped at the point it would leave her body on its own accord, and the camera shuttered.
"Now, back in, put your fingers around her," Remus voiced.
Sirius sighed and pushed the plug back inside, causing Hermione to jerk. His fingers went around the tail as his thumb rested between her two holes.
"Fuck, this is gorgeous," Sirius hissed.
"The shots are fantastic. Put them all the way in and grip her," Remus grumbled.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Hermione inhaled as Sirius buried his fingers and squeezed her ass. She was so wet and needy. However, she wouldn't receive her reward until later. No orgasms until after she bathed. It usually made her so wet and ready by the time that hour was reached, she could almost cum by Remus telling her to do so without touching her.
"Alright, let's let her eat," Remus sighed. "Good girl."
Hermione puffed and licked her lips. "Thank you, Sir." She was allowed to be gratuitous.
"What do you say to Daddy?" Remus asked.
"Thank you, Daddy," Hermione murmured.
Sirius played a moment longer before pulling out his fingers. "Come have a taste, Kitten."
Hermione climbed on her hands again and turned to see Sirius's offered fingers. She encased them with her mouth, and Remus snapped a few shots of her cleaning his hand. Any of her face was just for their personal use. They liked to have those moments caught in time, and she was thankful they adored her enough to want them.
Her eyes met the camera lens, and Remus groaned. "You're such a dirty little thing," he grunted.
She loved it when he lost a bit of his composure and smiled around Sirius's fingers. Sirius's free hand went to her neck, and he squeezed. Hermione's eyes fluttered, and Remus took two more pictures.
"Oh, we love our dirty little muse, Kitten," Sirius sighed as he stroked her neck. "Now give them a good lick before lunch."
Hermione complied and ran her tongue along his hand. Remus was still taking shots, but she was watching Sirius puff and grin. He adored the fuck out of her, and she knew it.
"That's my beautiful naughty princess," he sighed as she pulled away.
"Now," Remus hummed as he handed the camera back to Sirius. "What did we take away from the chapter?"
Hermione sat on her calves, ignoring the wetness layering them. "Well, Mr. Rodchester had a bit to drink, and his self-editing was lessened. By that, we learn through the subtleties that his interest in Jane is more than just how she teaches Adele," Hermione declared.
Sirius left the room, likely to clean his hands. Remus, however, was sitting with his legs apart and sipped his tea. "And?" he asked.
"He asks her if she finds him handsome. The nod to his curiosities is built around the naivety of Jane's knowledge of men. She hasn't a clue that he has a fond interest in her mind," Hermione replied.
"What about her mind can we take from this chapter? What intrigues him?"
Hermione licked her lips. "That her will wasn't of the normal station. She was compliant as he had tested previously, but her thoughts were of a higher nature."
"Have a sip of water," Remus ordered.
Hermione licked her lips again and reached for the glass. Even when he was commanding her, he always watched for her care. It made taking care of herself so easy and gratifying. She drank and set the water down.
"Good girl, now tell me, why was it that Mr. Rodchester found this seemingly plain woman as an interest? She was not of his station yet commanded her to speak as his equal."
Hermione tilted her head and shifted. "He found her attractive not for the superficial values that people of his station valued, but of her heart and mind. Her willingness and her compliance were only given to him, he did not own it. She was a wild creature, untamed by her life of servitude. He relished that and valued that her service did not impede on her nature, but enhanced it."
"Very good girl," Remus smiled.
Hermione realized something, and her lips peeled apart as she blushed.
Remus's smirk grew as he nodded. "Yes, girl. We are evaluating the similarities of servitude and the levels of affection it comes with."
Hermione tucked her chin to her throat and licked her lips.
"Now, eat. I have a treat for you after chores are done," Remus voiced before reaching for his glass.
Hermione reached for her fork and began to dine. Remus would pause her only to ask her questions about the book or compare it to others of its era. Lunch was a lingering affair, and he purposely planned it that way; he wanted her to put value in the speed and quality of consumption. Her Sir cared so very much about her wellness, it was touching.