Hermione was in this masterpiece. From head to toe. It had this elegant floral pattern that started at her neck and swirled around her chest, securing them and obscuring her nipples. It was black and popped on, her sun-kissed skin. It had the look of an exotic concubine with the knickers to match. It was finished with hose that had the pattern in an ample border around the bridge of her thighs.
The heels were a pure black, but the cuffs with locks hanging from them were new. This all felt very custom made to Remus's tastes. Even the loops where the locks were appeared to have enough room to connect to each other if he pleased.
Hermione shifted and bit her lips together and stared at her makeup in the mirror. She had on maroon lipstick, thick dark mascara, and her hair was brushed and conditioned. What was he prepping her for? This was an exciting place to do a shoot.
There was a knock, and Hermione's cheeks darkened. It was time. Leaving the bathroom, Sirius was standing there with his camera. "He's waiting for you on the porch, love."
Hermione nodded. She strode out to the central portion of the rental and pushed down the natural reaction to fuss over her makeup. Remus was sitting on the metal chair at the corner of the porch. Oh, this man… he was in a suit tonight. A delicious navy suit that brought out his electric eyes.
She approached with her palms revealed and sunk to her knees in front of him. She bowed her head and could hear Sirius coming from inside, snapping shots. Remus moved and hummed.
"I like that on you, it's very fitting, girl," He growled. "You have permission to respond freely."
"Thank you, Sir," Hermione murmured.
"Tonight is special," He told her.
Hermione didn't look up. "How so, Sir?"
"Tonight, my girl, I give you a gift," Remus declared, and soon his fingers came into view.
He tipped her chin up to his face, and she could see his smile. "What type of gift, Sir?"
"Well, if you want to show me how much you want it, I will give it to you," Remus smirked and pinched her chin.
"How shall I do this, Sir?"
Remus released her face and leaned back. "How all polite girls show devotion, girl," he explained as he unzipped his pants.
Hermione's mouth watered as he pulled out a flavored condom.
"This is, so I don't get your scarlet lips marking me up," he smiled.
Hermione crawled closer and waited with wide eyes as Sirius rounded the chair. She didn't care, nothing mattered, just her service. Remus handed her the package, and she got to work, doting, caressing, and sucking on her obsession.
A man who never asked her for anything and likely didn't outside of the scene with anyone, allowed her to grant him pleasure and happiness. Allowed her to creep into his shields. Remus allowed her to be the one responsible for his joy, and she relished it.
Remus wrapped his fingers in her hair, and it pulled from her back as Hermione's face was in his lap. Drool dropped in between his legs and to the ground, and her fingers were sticky with tropical breeze flavoring. A lovely mess.
When his fingers fell away from her hair, he groaned. "Alright, girl. I want you to stop and remove the condom."
Stop? Hermione shoved down the disappointment and complied with his order. She sat on her calves, still between his legs, and placed the used protection to the ground. His fingers stroked her cheek and smiled. "You're so beautiful when you look like a mess for me. How long have we been doing this, girl?"
"Three weeks, Sir," Hermione confirmed.
Remus nodded and breathed. "Three beautiful weeks. Three weeks of you giving everything you can to me under my framework. Three weeks of tears, sighs, and my overwhelming pride in what a wonderful girl I have at my feet."
Hermione could feel the emotion building in her chest. "Yes, Sir," she whispered.
Remus reached over and placed a box on the table next to him. "This is quite overdue then," he said before pulling his fingers from her.
Hermione ducked her chin a bit as Remus shifted the box. Placing her hand's palm upon her covered thighs, Hermione returned to her submissive pose. Whatever it was, he was about to show her.
"These are your service wears. I expect them to be on at night after you've bathed. They will remain at my house. You are responsible for cleaning them, caring for them, and storing them properly every morning," Remus instructed and revealed the most elegant collar Hermione had seen in her life.
It was a dark maroon, almost burnt, with black embroidered lace. It was leather, but the delicacy of them was beautiful. She eyed it while keeping her face ducked.
"This is for being under consideration. Once I have established that the needs are met, I will be updating it with your next set. Your final set will come after the year has been satisfied," Remus declared as he held the matching cuffs and collar in front of her face. "If you are to accept these, there is a stipulation."
Hermione glanced up at him. "Yes, Sir?"
"We talked about the possibility of a tattoo," Remus clarified.
Hermione rocked her head. "Yes, Sir."
"When you receive your final wears, I want you to get a pawprint on your shoulder."
Her cheeks were bright as she nodded. "Like your logo, Sir?"
"Yes, precisely," he hummed. "I don't plan to lose you if we meet the requirements in that year's time limit, girl. I believe you and Daddy spoke of several others you were interested in as well."
Hermione motioned agreement. "Yes, Sir."
Remus smirked as he set the cuffs on his lap. Hermione watched him unlatch the collar, and her core ached. He was actually giving her a collar. A symbol of her devotion and his interest in retaining her. She supposed the necklace was it for being under consideration, but this was grand.
"Hold up your hair, girl," Remus ordered.
Hermione bunched her curls and held her arms over her head as she met his gaze. Remus turned the collar around in his fingers and pointed to a small plate.
"This says you are mine. Are you my girl? Are you my good girl from here on out officially?"
"Yes, Sir," Hermione's voice was breathy.
Remus smirked and thumbed the plate. "It says Moony's. Do you know what that means?"
"That I'm yours, Sir."
"Repeat it," he hissed.
"I am yours, Sir."
"Does that mean you will listen to everything I say to the letter?" Remus asked.
Hermione swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Does that mean that you consent to the rules of our dynamic? Taking care of yourself how I've instructed, voicing discomfort through a safeword or gesture, and taking the journey with me through your submission?"
"Yes, Sir," Hermione breathed.
Remus exhaled and bent to her. "Then, my good girl, this is yours."
Hermione was overcome with emotion as he placed the velvety leather around her neck. Many women want a diamond ring. Others want to be lavished in material possessions. Hermione wanted someone to understand that her gift is a matter of pride. The collar wasn't just ownership, it was a badge of recognition that this man saw her talents and prized them enough to keep them.
It clasped close, and Remus's fingers trailed along the edge of it. "My good girl," he sighed.
Hermione pressed down the urge to cry as he caressed her new adornment. Remus's fingers left her neck, and soon the feeling of the cuffs being placed on her wrists announced his continued claim. She had never experienced such a beautiful and emotional claim.
"There," Remus sighed. "Pads, did you get the shot?"
"Yes," Sirius agreed.
"Alright, my good girl," Remus murmured as he sat back. "I want you to stand with the ocean to your back, and show Pad's how you wait to service me." Hermione climbed to her feet, and Remus snagged the metal loop in his finger. "Wait," he puffed.
Hermione met his gaze. "Yes, Sir?"
"I almost forgot," he murmured. "Bend over in front of me."
Hermione pivoted when he released her and bent with her legs spread. Remus groaned and stroked her crease before the heat of his mouth met her. She whimpered and pressed her hands to the ground. He was aggressive and squeezed her ass as he sucked her through the thin fabric.
"Mm, my sweet good girl," he groaned against her. "Go model for Daddy before I bend you over at sunset and fuck you."
Hermione sighed and rocked her head when he released her. "Yes, Sir."
Sirius was grinning from ear to ear as she wobbled over to the edge of the porch and stood at her service posture. It was simple, but her hair was pulled from her neck as her cuffed wrists pressed against her hips as her fingers caressed the hem of her knickers.
"Fuck, Kitten, you look hot in that attire," Sirius puffed.
Hermione had her face chin pressed to her shoulder to display the collar. "Thank you, Daddy."
"I've never been much for cuffs, but I see the appeal on you," Sirius groaned. "Now, why don't you turn around and present your gifts to the ocean. Kneel and show the world that Moony owns you."
Hermione pivoted and kneeled, bunching her hair above her head in her fingers. She knew it would show the cuffs, plate of the collar, and her heels if she crossed her ankles. Remus's growl of appreciation let her know the image was perfect.
"Head down and lift up that perfect ass, girl," Remus ordered.
She bent her pose and glanced down at sunset. This was the key to being free—the safety of her marauders. The ocean smelt so alive on the air that it grew in her lungs and fortified her.
"There's our pretty little money shot," Sirius chuckled.
"One more position, Kitten, and then Moony is going to take his prize," Sirius agreed.
Hermione heard footsteps next to her, and Remus's form appeared out of the corner of her eye. His hand came down, and with a snap, the matching leash was attached to her collar. "Turn, good girl."
Hermione twisted with care in her hose and ducked her head.
"Now, my good girl. I want you to look me in the eyes. I want you to be honest with me. How do you feel?" Remus asked her as he pressed her chin upward.
"I'm overcome with contentment and relief, Sir. I'm so proud to wear these for you," Hermione murmured as they stared at each other.
Remus took the hand that held the leash and tightened the hold while his free hand ran through her curls next to her eyes. It was a soft and lovely moment with the sunset as their backdrop. "I'm so proud to have you, my good girl. You deserve the recognition and adoration that any good Dominant bestows on his other half."
"Thank you, Sir," Hermione smiled.
"Thank you, my good girl," Remus sighed. "Now, I want you on your knees, good girl. I'm going to fuck you until the sky is dark, and then we will have dinner. Daddy has a surprise for you as well."
Hermione rocked her cheeks, and Remus went to remove the leash.
"Sir," she murmured.
"Yes, my good girl?"
"May I make a request. I implore thee, Sir," Hermione murmured.
"What is it?"
"Can you leave on my beautiful leash? It will help me enjoy my appreciation to the fullest," Hermione voiced.
Remus grinned and ran his thumb over her cheek. "Yes, my good girl. Always so thoughtful and decent. Now, turn around."
Hermione positioned well away from the edge, and Sirius came over. "Here, love. I don't think Moony is going to be gentle," he announced as he shifted a yoga mat under her knees.
"Thank you, Daddy," Hermione whispered.
She bowed to the posture she was used to on his bed. Hands extended, head down and legs apart. It was always a beautiful moment of anticipation, as Remus decided when and how he wanted to remove her knickers. He's torn a few uglier pairs he wasn't fond of, but she prayed to keep these. They now had sentimental value.
It would be a fantastic night, and the howls in Malibu wasn't just the breeze whipping in from the cliffs. Remus let her release all her sounds with vim. She was so thankful and so very in love with Remus Lupin.