Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Twenty-Two

You stumbled out of Seán's office in a bit of a daze. You hadn't expected sex to happen, but you were sort of glad that it did.

Good god, am I turning into some sort of nympho? Next thing I know I'll be craving him...

It was a possibility, after all. Being a part of the BDSM lifestyle surely had some strange side effects, wouldn't it? There was always a chance that you would become addicted, dependent on your dom. Your professor.

I wonder what he'll test me with this time... I guess I'd better get used to doing things in public.

You spotted Stephanie as you walked to your car, and you raised a hand to hail her down. "Steph!" you called out loudly, making her turn around.

Her face fell. She clearly did not want to see you. But you forced a smile as you approached her anyway, teeming with the confidence that felt false, deep inside. "So how do you think you did on that quiz this morning?"

Straight to the point? Stephanie winced slightly, keeping her blue eyes on everything but you as she spoke. "Like he said, it was an easier quiz this time," she muttered, not looking happy.

Your stomach began to drop, but the words poured from your mouth before you could stop them. "Listen. About... whatever you thought you saw this morning... I'm not sure what Professor McLoughlin told you, but it wasn't what you think it is."

She frowned a good deal, pushing her bleached hair from her face. "Oh, really? Cause it looked an awful lot like you were touching yourself for the professor."

Her words were sharp, and you sighed deeply. "I..." you began, but what could you say? You had no excuses or any good alternatives.

Her eyes narrowed. "You disgust me. You can't even confess to it? I heard you the other day, you know, talking to him. The door was wide open. I thought I would wait for you to be done talking, but I didn't think you... you would..." Her voice cracked, and her lower lip shook visibly. She looked away from you, tears standing in her eyes. Your heart broke for her; she knew? She must have! "It's him, isn't it? Your "mysterious hot guy" that you were so unsure about?"

You hung your head a little, staring down at the asphalt. "Yeah. It's... it's him. Steph. I'm sorry, I didn't--"

"Didn't want me to find out? Fuck you," she spat. The tears finally spilled over, and she was struggling to speak. "I can't fucking believe this, even after I told you I w-was... I was..." Her face broke and she sobbed, but just once before she straightened back up.

"Steph, I'm sorry! I didn't pursue him, it was the other way around!"

That obviously didn't make her feel better, as she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, go to hell!" she cried, sobbing again as she stormed away, leaving you with a twisted feeling in your stomach.

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What else could I have said? She obviously heard us talking the other day, when he pulled me aside after class... now she knows the truth. Well, the important parts of it anyways. She doesn't need to know he's a dom.

You drove home in a state of unease. You wanted so badly to call her and try to explain a little more, or to at least try to cheer her up a bit, but you knew that heartache was difficult to overcome. It would be some time before she would be okay.

Still... I'll do something tomorrow. For her. I don't know just what, though.

Your phone went off, buzzing with an oncoming text message. It was from Seán, seemingly with more instructions.

[Come to class early tomorrow. I will have work for you to do.]

Work to do? You breathed a small sigh of relief. At least it didn't seem to be something sexual. But you stared at the message anyways, debating on talking to him. [I spoke with Stephanie before I got home. She knows I was touching myself in front of you. She heard us talking the other day, too; she was outside the door.]

His response stung: [So?]

You frowned a little. [Sir, she's in love with you.]

[Again: so? I am not interested in her love. I have had many students confess to me. This is nothing new.]

Your heart hurt for her. Was it his intention to be so cruel? You couldn't tell. All you knew was that he most definitely was not interested in her. Which would only serve to break her further.

There was no way you could tell her this.

Much to your surprise, he texted once more: [Forgive me. That came out rude. I meant to say that I am only interested in one person, and you should not be concerning yourself with how others feel about me. Be confident in knowing that you have me.]

You sighed and set your phone aside for the time being, soon enough going to bed. You set an alarm sooner than usual, wondering just what kind of work Seán would have for you to do the next morning.