Spells and Handcuffs (Remus Lupin)

Experience and self-pity

It had been almost two weeks since I'd seen Remus, and it seemed like an eternity. Sirius was getting gloomier. He and Molly both were constantly arguing about something. And it was getting harder to sit in the same room with either of them. In the morning, Arthur Weasley and I looked at each other with relief that we were both going to work and would not be sitting in this house during the day. Hermione's arrival brightened the situation a little, but only briefly. 

With so many people in the house, Kreacher had become particularly unbearable, constantly muttering insults to everyone and sneaking into rooms in the middle of the night. Even to me... A traitor, mating with werewolves and a friend of mudbloods.

The beginning of August was approaching and despite the good weather outside, I felt very depressed and tired. However, I had not forgotten that Remus had instructed me to review the book from Black's library.

666 kinky spells to satisfy your witch with the help of straps.

I had a vague idea of what it was all about, but honestly, the first pages were moving illustrations that shocked me slightly. My cheeks flushed at all I found. Book dedicated to women wanting to be sub, men to dominate. As I flipped through the pages, I found some things quite arousing, others made me blush. There was no romance in this book. It wasn't fluffy declarations of love with soft lovemaking... it was raw. Pure sexuality mixed with power. The kind that intrigued me. Strong women, sensual, beautiful, smart....yet they wanted to be dominated by a sophisticated man. He didn't abuse or hurt her. The control was oddly attractive. The man enjoyed pleasing the woman, making her writhe and beg. Handcuffs, whips, nipple chains, straps, full control of the man. There were a lot of different spells to deepen the experience. And there were stories where the woman turned the tables on the man. It was sexy, rough, being in control, then out of control...

Remus mentioned that not everything was to his liking, but at least to have an idea of what it was all about. Honestly, I was a little worried about how experienced Remus really was. Behind his seemingly meek and calm face was a beast. He was an incredible lover. One I never imagined. My previous sexual relationships - not really that many were with boys at my age. They could not be compared in the least to my current one. How many previous relationships has Remus had? So far I wasn't interested in this, but to be so good, he must have a lot of previous experience. The question was how much? Should that have bothered me? Rather, I was worried that I would not reach his level and would disappoint him.

The only one who could answer my questions about Remus's past at the moment was my uncle. I had to ask him, no matter how uncomfortable it was for me to start such a conversation with him. I found a moment when Sirius was alone in a room and not so gloomy.

"What is my favorite uncle doing? " I began.

"If I have to compare myself with Igor Karkaroff, this is not a special compliment," he said and smiled at me. "If you're going to try to cheer me up, don't bother."

"Actually, I came to calm my worries."

"What worries? " He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"As far as you know, how many relationships did Remus have before me?" I said in one breath.

Sirius was startled for a moment, not expecting me to ask him anything like that. A moment later he recovered from the slight shock and asked me: "What worries you about asking me such a question?"

"Didn't he tell you?"

"He told me everything before he started dating you, then we have an unspoken agreement to pretend that your love between you two is platonic." and he smiled slightly, although there was extreme embarrassment on his face.