Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Eighteen

I have a lot of thinking to do.

What kind of thinking could he possibly have had to do? You knew it would involved you somehow, and your stomach dropped every time it ran through your head. Would it be good? Bad?

Maybe the sex wasn't as good as he imagined it and he's reconsidering everything...

It was a depressing thought. Despite being snapped at about touching yourself, you had thoroughly enjoyed being intimate with him. Even just thinking about it sent a chill that reached your legs, and by the time you went to bed you were already on the verge of touching yourself again.

Again! What was he doing to you?

You ended up masturbating after all, thinking only of Seán. Of the man you were so hesitant to let into your private life. But it was a little too late to be so hesitant now that he had gotten his way.

You climaxed just as hard as earlier that day, thinking about how skilled his tongue was. You would kill to feel it again, but you had the feeling that it would be a reward for... other things. Things that you were too scared to think about.

Painful, humiliating things.

Do I really make the perfect sub? Do I? Am I really that eager to please? I mean, I want to do well in his class, sure... and as for more intimate matters...

~☆~

Stephanie did not show up to class that day, and you wondered vaguely if she was sick. It didn't matter; she would be certain to start asking more questions about what had gone on between you and your "mysterious hot guy", and you didn't have the heart to tell her that you had given into him.

If she found out, fuck... I'd feel awful.

The lesson went on without incident for once; even the professor seemed to have given up on picking on you. Perhaps it was because he got what he wanted? That had to be the case.

But as you expected, he held you back after class was over. "There's something we need to discuss," he explained. "Meet me in my office after your last class. And don't forget about what I said, either."

~☆~

Don't forget about what he said? How can I? Now that I know Mark is a dom too, I can't seem to get my mind off of shit during his class.

It seemed so out of the ordinary, almost out of place, for such a sweet, caring teacher to be a dom. But alas: the ring on his right hand looked identical to the one that Seán wore.

But he caught you staring, and smiled a little bit. Once his own lesson was finished, he held you back much like Seán had. "May I have a word?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm due at Professor McLoughlin's office right now," you explained softly, wanting to escape.

"Professor McLoughlin?" His face twisted a little bit into a disapproving expression. "I suggest you try to keep your distance from him."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "But why? I understand that his class is tough and that he's strict, but I'm pretty sure I'm passing."

"That's not what I mean. He has... a lot of skeletons in his closet." Mark crossed his arms. "I would hate for you to get too involved with him. He and I go way back, but he's far from perfect. He's hiding things, things you're too innocent to know about."

Frowning a touch, you mimicked his body language and crossed your arms. "I'm not quite so innocent, Professor Fischbach. I can handle myself." You almost said that you weren't a virgin, but you figured that that would have given far too much away.

He got close, closer than you would have liked, and grasped your upper arms gently. "Please. As a favor to me. Keep your distance and be cautious."

Slowly you backed away and out of his reach. You didn't like what was happening, not in the least. Hurriedly you grabbed your things and ran out the door, headed straight for Seán's office. Despite Mark's warnings.

What kind of skeletons could he be hiding?

"You're a little later than I expected," he responded once you knocked on his office door. "What happened?"

You hung your head a little. "Professor Fischbach stopped me after his class. He... wanted to talk."

Seán's hands clenched into fists, out of your sight. The smarmy bastard, trying to get between you and him! "And what did you talk about?"

You hesitated a good deal. "Y-you," you admitted. "He... said he wanted me to steer clear of you."

"Of course he would," he spat out, glaring around his office. "What else? What, pray tell, did he tell you?"

Squirming where you stood, you sat down before your knees could give out. "He just... said to steer clear of you. That's all."

Your professor leaned forward, staring into your eyes. Trying to figure out if you were telling the truth or not. You didn't move, not even to blink. He seemed satisfied and sat back again. "I see. Well, things are about to change for you and I."

"How so...?" you asked softly. Your heart began to beat harder. Was this it? The thing he had been needing to think about?

Reaching down into one of his desk drawers, he pulled out a paper and set it before you. "This is a contract. A very specific one."

A contract? What was he trying to do? "Sir, I... don't understand."

"There is typically a contract signed between a dom and their sub. It clearly states what will and will not be done, and that you agree to be my submissive. That you will promise to follow my demands to the best of your ability. And that if I go too far, that you have that power to stop me from truly harming you." He waved a hand in a dismissive manner. "But you already know about my safeword. Which you did not use yesterday, and I was quite surprised."

"Sir, I... I told you I wanted you, as well..." you murmured, hands clenching tightly. Too afraid to look at the paper he had placed in front of you.

"I want you to read that thoroughly. Understand that even I have my limits as to what I will and will not do. If you have any questions, feel free to ask away."

Gingerly you lifted the paper. It felt heavier than normal, being printed on a stockier paper than usual. This was real, he was serious. He wanted you for a sub.

At first you glanced over it, certain words like territory and safeword sticking out in your mind.

That's right... don't doms claim their sub as their territory? They're so possessive...

There was a list of things that he clearly stated that he would not do, much to your relief. They were some of the more gross things that you hadn't even thought were a possibility.

He watched you closely as you read through the contract he had written up. This was not his first time writing one, but he hoped it would be his last.