Okay guys this piece doesn't go along with Committed to Memory. This takes place early in Sirius and Embre's relationship after they've just left Hogwarts. Just a warning for everyone, this one shot contains some BSDM play. LolaCherryColaGirl was awesome enough to beta this one for me so thanks sweetie! I hope everybody enjoys this and please share your thoughts in a review.

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"Sirius?"

"Yeah?" he answered busily jotting down notes with his quill as he peered into an ancient text.

"I wanted to talk about something," Embre said summoning all the courage she could.

"Is something the matter?" he said looking up at her.

"No..I don't know. I think something might be wrong with me," she getting up from the couch where they'd been doing homework together. She walked across the carpeting, crossing the border onto the tile of the kitchenette.

"Em, you can talk to me about anything," he told her encouragingly.

Taking a deep breath she walked back to him and sat on the edge of the coffee table so that he was on her right side regarding her profile.

"I wanted to talk to you about when we're together," she managed.

"Together?" he said slowly. "As opposed to being apart?"

"I mean when we have…sex," she blurted.

"Oh," Sirius said in surprise. "I-am I not making it good?"

"No that's not it," Embre assured him. "It's feels good every time I'm with you."

"Just good?" Sirius couldn't help teasing.

"Indescribably good," Embre added, unable to hold a smile back. "I enjoy it, us, but I keep thinking about different things."

"What kind of different things Embre?" he inquired with a tilt of his head.

Her pink cheeks grew a deeper shade as she closed her eyes in embarrassment.

"You've been fantasizing?" Sirius ventured to guess.

"Yes," Embre whispered still unable to look him in the eye.

Sirius chuckled amused and not just a little aroused.

"Tell me," he said with an easy grin. "It can't be that bad."

"You know I'd rather you just forget," she said growing slightly indignant.

"Too late," Sirius said cheekily.

"I don't want to tell you if you're going to laugh," Embre said standing up.

"Hey now," he said seriously. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm expressing my carnal delight."

"I'm not used to," Embre murmured feeling overwhelmed. "I don't…"

"It's okay," Sirius assured her. "I won't laugh."

She pursed her lips struggling to make the words come out. She wanted to tell him, but what if he didn't want to or worse what if he was disgusted with her? What if he looked at her differently after she told him about what she was thinking?

"Em," he said brushing his fingertips over her hand. "We're both in this. I listen to you, and you listen to me when we have something that we need. If you need something when we're shagging, you have just as much right to bring it up as I do. I know you want to keep me satisfied, but don't you know that I want to do the same for you?"

"I know that. I know that every time we…but what if what I want is too strange?" Embre said worriedly.

"I doubt that," Sirius said patiently. "Right why don't I tell you some things I've had on my mind yeah?"

He leaned back on the couch with his arm behind his head. His gaze turned to the ceiling, and his head cocked.

"I didn't want to scare you. I wanted to take things slow, but I think you're ready to know," he began. "For the longest time I've wanted to take you from behind. You on your hands and knees, while I pump into you with my hands grasping the top of your arse."

Embre's eyes widened in surprise as she pictured the position in her mind.

"I've thought about being tied down with velvet cords on a big bed. You'd be there teasing and touching every part of me you could get your hands and mouth on," he sighed heavily. "Having you while you're blindfolded beneath me….you taking charge with a riding crop in a pair of kitten heels…."

He paused licking his lips and she held her breath waiting to hear more.

"There are times when I think of pretending I'm a professor at Hogwarts. You'd be a student coming into my office for tutoring…detention, something. You'd be dressed in a uniform with the skirt rolled up high on your thighs, in heels, with a few buttons undone…."

He closed his eyes and heard her heavy breathing, mimicking his own. Just talking about all those things had turned him on, but now that he'd told her, he wanted to know what she'd been wanting.

He heard her shift and stand up take the two steps to him. The sofa sank as she sat on the cushion beside him, laying one hand on his arm. Leaning against him with her face near his ear she divulged her secret yearning.

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People stepped in and out of The Three Broomsticks coming to eat or meet old friends for drinks. Embre sat in front of a large mug of sweetened tea and the remains of a thick sandwich. She really didn't pay attention to the activity going on around her, but she did look up once when she thought she felt eyes on her. After a moment when she couldn't find anyone paying her much attention she resumed her relaxed posture.

It was the middle of summer. Now that it was evening the temperature was perfect, a much needed departure from the midday heat.

When the feeling returned Embre looked up and scanned the faces around her. This time she turned to look behind her. At first she didn't notice him, but a second sweep of the room finally made her see a man at a table against the wall. He lowered his face as soon as she made eye contact, but she had found him. His hair was black and slicked back, his eyes grey behind horn rim glasses, and his face lean and beautiful. Sirius.

She stared at him in surprise. He didn't look like his usual self; just the glasses made him almost look like a different person. Then there was his hair which he'd styled back away from his face so that it was smooth. He was dressed unusually as well. During the summer his attire typically consisted of t-shirts and well worn jeans. Tonight he was dressed in a black sweater vest with a white dress shirt and black tie. The sleeves were not rolled up and the tie was tied precisely and taut. He looked like someone much more uptight, and in fact his very posture was tense and upright.

She couldn't figure out what he was up too, he wasn't looking at her and didn't seem to recognize her when they'd locked eyes. After ignoring her as she inspected him, his head tilted up and over to look directly at her. She sat up straighter in her chair as he took her in for the briefest moment before looking away. In that quick glance she'd been seared by intense lust and…danger.

Her heart was actually racing just from one look. Then she realized what was really going on with a start. Abruptly she sat up from her place and walked towards the front of the establishment; with a turn of her head she saw he was getting up from his chair.

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Feeling alone and uncertain Embre apparated to a well hidden spot behind a mausoleum in a cemetery now only a few blocks from her house. She started her brisk pace as the quiet of the evening grew as the sun set and the sky became a little darker with every minute. She felt eyes on her, or she imagined them, she wasn't at all sure. Every time her head whipped around to look for any other people walking in the evening air she didn't see a soul. Nonetheless she didn't slow her walk and practically ran through the front garden until she at last was stepping through the front door. She locked the door behind her, and felt her heart beat erratically while she stood waiting for something to happen. After a few long minutes when nothing happened to her she let out a breath and stepped through the hallway to the stairs.

The house seemed so eerie with her father at work to receive a late night shipping order, and her brother somewhere with his new girlfriend. She took one step up the stairs, the familiar creak deep within the wood raising goose bumps as she raised her other foot and set it down carefully. At last she reached the top of the stairs, pausing in the hallway as a clock ticked rhythmically, breaking the silence. She paused again and then finally stepped through the hallway into her bedroom.

Everything was the same in her bedroom. Her twin bed was made, her desk top held a few books. Then she realized that the windows were shut, when she had opened them earlier to let in the breeze.

She heard the floor creak just behind her and then she was spun around by rough hands and pushed hard to land on her bed. It all happened to quickly it wasn't until her back was against the mattress that she could clearly see the other person in her bedroom.

He stood at the head of her bed looking down at he, the glasses perched on his nose and his mouth in a tight line.

"You thought you'd get away that easily? Was that what you call running away?" he said with an unpleasant laugh.

He stalked to the bed and she shivered.

"I won't hurt you," he whispered as she sat up against the headboard rigidly.

He sat beside her, the mattress sinking under his weight. He lifted his hand to her face, and tenderly ran the back of his knuckles against her cheek.

"So long as you do what I say I won't hurt you," he promised.

She swallowed and stared at the wall as he continued to drag his knuckles tenderly over her skin.

His leaned towards her, his face beside her ear, his breath warm against the sensitive skin.

"Take your dress off," he commanded quietly.

"Please no," Embre managed to say through her heavy breathing.

His hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back so that she was forced to look at him.

"I really don't like repeating myself," he said calmly as his blazing grey eyes bore into her. "Now, take off the fucking dress!"

He released her hair and she grimaced. She didn't look at him, but could feel that his eyes were focused solely on her as she took the hem of her dress in her hands. Slowly she lifted it past her knees, up her thighs. When the dress lifted away to reveal her plain white cotton knickers she heard the catch in his breathing. She hesitated and finally focused her brown eyes on him. He looked reverent staring at her exposed skin. His hands were shaking, but stayed at his side making no move to touch her. Yet.

"Don't stop," he said huskily as he continued to stare.

She closed her eyes and after a few moments of struggle lifted the garment over her head.

"Mmm, I'm so glad I chose you. You're doing beautifully," he rasped as she kneeled in her undergarments.

She held the dress in her hands, twisting it as she waited. Her entire body was shaking, her stomach muscles quivering and her arms trembling. She was at the mercy of a strange man. He could make anything happen. It was wrong, so wrong that her body was responding to him.

He was just staring at her, or more specifically at the front of her knickers, causing bright shame to fill her as she became wet. When she could finally stand it no longer she wet her lips and broke the silence.

"You don't have to do this. If you just leave now I won't tell anyone," she rasped as his eyes darted to meet hers.

His eyes never leaving hers, he pulled the dress out of her hands and threw it on the floor. A smug smile fell over his face as he stood up. He lifted the black vest he wore up and when it was over his head Embre jumped up from the bed. Pushing past him she threw open the door and bolted out of the room. She cried out as an arm shot out around her waist and drew her forcefully back into the room.

With a defeated cry she was pushed to stand against the wall while he slammed the door shut beside her head. She closed her eyes tightly feeling his body heat close to her. The sound of ripping fabric met her ears, and then the sharp snap of a belt being undone harshly.

She took in a shaky breath, refusing to open her eyes as the rustling of clothing sliding off of skin met her ears. The smack of his palms hitting the wall on either side of her face.

"Look at me," he growled, the sound of his voice causing her head to fall back.

She opened her eyes to find him leaning over her. Her gaze was caught in his eyes, but she knew that from the waist up he was naked. His arms were extended on either side of her face, caging her in.

Her sex and knickers were flooded with her arousal as the lower half of her body throbbed. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths, breasts tight and heavy brushing against the cups holding them in place.

His height made him have to bend over her to keep their faces nearly level while his arms barred her escape. She could see the muscles subtly flex as his corded arms held her in, the shoulders tight and leading to the dip of his collar bone. She could hear and see that he was breathing heavily from the rise of his chest and the sound of air escaping harshly through his nose. He looked gorgeous, like a beast ready to pounce if its quarry dared to move a muscle.

Her eyes involuntarily closed as her womb clenched in desire.

"I told you to look at me," he said darkly. "I had hoped you would be better at taking instructions."

He leaned in close to her, the side of his face just brushing her cheek. His mouth parted beside her ear, and his warm breath on her lobe made her squirm and bite her lip as a cry escaped her.

"You thought you could get away," he whispered harshly, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. "You thought you could stop what's going to happen."

She screamed as his arms suddenly wrapped tightly around her waist and lifted her up from the floor. In a few short steps he was beside the bed and tossing her down on the mattress again. Before she could get her balance he'd grabbed her shoulder and turned her over onto her stomach. She gasped when she felt his hands deftly unhook her bra. He slid it through her arm and then with his hand on her forearm turned her back over and yanked the garment off the other arm.

He didn't take the time to leer at her breasts, instead swinging one leg across her body until he was kneeling on the bed straddling her. She was still in shock as he captured her wrists in his hands and wrapped her bra around it. It dawned on her then that he intended to tie her to the headboard and she began to twist beneath him. Her hips bucked and she cried in protest, but he ignored her and secured the bra around the wood of the bed, clasping the lingerie to hold her in place.

He looked down at her face and smirked briefly, before he lifted himself off of her.

She tugged at the restraints, surprised at how well it kept her in place. When he lightly slapped her thigh his attention returned to him as his hands fell to her waist and down to the waistband of her knickers.

"No!" she sobbed turning her body as he easily wrestled the tiny scrap of underwear from her.

He slid them down her legs and off her ankles as she stared at him with flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes. Catching her eye, he lifted the underwear balled up in his hand and lifted it to his face. He breathed in harshly and was unable to suppress a groan of pure male satisfaction. She could see his body actually shudder and his eyes lose focus as he took in her scent. With obvious effort, he lowered his hand and closed his eyes. For several seconds there was silence as he attempted to control himself and she lay frozen waiting for him to recover. After a minute his eyes opened and focused on her. She saw tenderness in his gaze, before the darkness returned to the grey irises.

He sat on the edge of the bed and cupped her chin firmly in his hand, turning her face to him.

"I had plans for this mouth," he told her quietly. "But I would rather not have any more interruptions."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand moving towards her. She looked at it and saw that her knickers were still enclosed in it.

"Open up like a good girl," Sirius instructed her shortly.

He didn't force it into her mouth, deliberately keeping his hand just in front of her face. She realized if she allowed him to gag her that she wouldn't be able to use the safety word they had discussed earlier on. She would only be able to shake her head, unable to say anything. He was giving her the opportunity to refuse, or to continue. If she didn't utter the safety word, then she would be accepting use of the gag and trusting him without reservation.

"No," she murmured locking eyes with him. No, not the safety word.

His jaw clenched, and it seemed hard for him to speak at first. She had offered up her complete trust and during their first role play together.

He bent his face to hers, cocking his head as he hovered over her lips. They were both aroused and had barely touched…hadn't kissed even once.

"Yes," he rasped. "Open up."

She moaned and with her mouth open he fell on her hungrily. He bit her lip, stroked her tongue relentlessly. His lips mashed against hers, barely lifting to fit this way and that upon hers. He pulled back with a snarl and pushed the crumpled underwear inside her mouth with little resistance.

Her voice came out muffled around the cotton panties. His face finally turned to actually look at her body and as his eyes ran over her she moaned. The brief kiss they had shared had been hot and all consuming leaving her inner thighs sticky with her wetness. Watching him examine her made the ache in her apex even more unbearable.

Abruptly he stood up and his hands fell to his hips for the waistband of his red boxers. He pulled them down and let them fall to the floor. There was no question that he was aroused, he was hard and ready to take her.

He handled her roughly as he forced her to turn over onto her stomach, her hands becoming even more entangled in the makeshift bondage gear holding her captive. She felt his weight settling on the bed as he situated himself on the mattress. Her legs were pushed wide open and she felt his heated body settling against her skin.

He pushed two fingers inside of her and she let out a muffled sob at their sudden invasion.

"What have we here?" he taunted in her ear as he pumped into her. "You really are a filthy girl…soaking wet and hungry for my cock aren't you?"

She squirmed and felt her cheeks burning as he pulled his fingers from within her.

"On your knees," he ordered her, slapping her ass and making her rise up shakily. "No head down, knees up. Yes, like that."

He had her just where he wanted her as she continued to lay on her face with her arse raised in the air at the perfect angle for penetration. She had barely positioned herself when she felt him fill her in one hard thrust. She groaned around her panties and felt her knees nearly buckle underneath her. She turned her face and watched as he pounded into her from behind. His disciplined exterior was gone as he thrust up into her wet accommodating body. The pace was frantic and hard as he stroked into her and she moved her hips back to meet him as well as she could. It felt so good to feel him hitting new places inside her and so roughly, but her legs finally started trembling and it was all she could do to stay on her knees. He noticed and paused in the middle of sliding back inside of her.

He slipped completely out of her, eliciting a disappointed murmur from her, until she felt him gently turn her hip so that she turned onto her side. He looked down at her for a minute as she panted and eyed him wildly. There was such hunger in his face, and several strands of hair from his coiffed hairstyle were falling over his face. She her arms were aching to come up around him, and she'd grown ravenous for the taste of his mouth after their brief kisses.

There was nothing she could do until it was over, so she merely closed her eyes and sighed as he shifted and laid down behind her. Her lifted her leg over his and pressed the head of his erection against her lips, teasing her with the contact while he gave her left cheek another swat. She strained against her bonds as the sting in her buttock and the feel of him slamming into her nearly made her come.

He pulled her tight against him securing her with a hand clutched against her stomach as he thrust in rapid succession in and out of her. She happily took every rapid invasion of his cock and felt the pressure in along her spine building as she grew closer. Then suddenly he slowed the pace until he was filling her inch by inch languidly. She could feel his harsh breathing in her ear as he took his time in filling her up. Every slide felt magnified as she accepted him slowly back inside of her.

After feeling him pounding into her relentlessly, it was even hotter to feel the agonizingly languid pace he was setting. It was the most intense love making session between them. Both of them groaned as he slowly fed his erection into her hungry body.

"Take it you dirty girl," he bit out harshly against her ear. He slapped her upper thigh and felt her shudder against him. He grinned into her hair and decided they would have to try more of that later.

"You love this don't you?" he said raggedly. "So good..never letting you get away."

He withdrew ever so slowly, only to return unhurriedly to her incredibly sensitive pussy. He pulled out and as he began inching his hard shaft inside of her and his thumb found her clitoris in a feather light brush that made her come hard. She screamed around the knickers as the waves of pleasure vibrated through her body, drawn out by the slow slide of him in the hold of her clenching body. It was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had, her body alive and taut with pleasure for a minute that felt like an eternity of heat and release. Finally she fell limp against the mattress with her breath shuddering out as he let out a guttural shout as he came inside her. Her head lolled forwards onto the mattress as the adrenaline and aftershocks finally began to taper off.

She hardly responded when she was gingerly rolled onto her back, the bra unhooked from her wrists and the underwear pulled from her dry mouth. She heard footsteps and drifted for a minute with her eyes closed until she felt the back of her neck cradled and lifted up.

"Take a little drink," Sirius told her pressing a cool glass to her mouth and tilting it back. She drank all of the water inside and heard the clink as he set the empty glass on the nightstand beside the bed.

She closed her eyes as he hovered over her. Without the rush and arousal to relax her, she began to wonder how he would look at her now that it was over?"

"Feeling okay?" he inquired as he sat down beside her on the bed.

"Just a little tired," she said looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey," he said seriously. "something wrong?"

She laid her hand over her chest protectively.

"I enjoyed it a lot..but you're not going to expect me to just be up for anything now when we have sex are you?" she said still avoiding eye contact.

"I don't. You aren't going to have to do something you're uncomfortable with just because we did this," Sirius said honestly. "Although at some point I'd like to bring up spanking. And only after we talk about it."

"That sounds good," she said in relief. "Talking I mean."

"And spanking?"

She couldn't help loosening up a little and her mouth tilted up at the corners. Sirius shook his head as her hand trailed over his thigh.

"That was…"

"Brill?" she finished as her smile grew wider.

"Most definitely," he said letting out a tiny bark of laughter.

She opened her brown eyes and stared at him. She sat up on her arm and wrapped the other around his neck to pull him to her. She kissed him long and softly just getting her fill of his lips. Her mouth trailed over his nose and his cheek, pecking softly at his lips before he wrapped his own arm around her and brought her mouth back to his own.

He shifted to lay down and pulled her partially on top of him with their legs side by side of the mattress.

"Oh I was dying to do this," Embre sighed as she laid a kiss against his collarbone before laving his adam's apple until she'd had her fill.

"Don't let me..oh god! Stop you," he moaned as she nipped him.

"I won't if you meant it," she said pausing to kiss his mouth.

He watched her curiously as they shared another kiss before she looked back at him, pressed chest to chest with him.

"Meant what?" he said finally.

"That you would never let me get away," she remarked.

"I meant it," he said looking up at her in complete earnest.

"Then I won't stop," Embre told him as he continued to look at her in a way that made her burn all over again. She framed his face in her hands and lowered her face to set to work keeping her end of the agreement.