Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Twenty-Seven

(I shouldn't have to tell you that this chapter gets gross. Feel free to skip it.)

You didn't quite understand the question, not at first. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to piece things together. What did wild animals have to do with his lifestyle?

"I asked you a question." Seán's voice cut through your thoughts, and you shook your head to clear it. "I asked you how animals mark their territory?"

You swallowed. "They.... if I'm not mistaken, they spray or pee on things, don't they? But what does that have to do with--"

He grinned wide, arms crossing over his chest.

OH MY GOD.

Your face exploded in its blush, and you clapped your hands over it, wanting to desperately hide. He wanted to piss on you?! Surely that couldn't be the answer?!

The professor reached down and gently pulled your hands away from your face. "It is perfectly safe. Urine is sterile and not harmful in any way. This is not the first time I will have done this, either."

"So you've pissed on other people?!" You wrenched your hands out of his grip and stood up, disgust clearly all over your face. "I didn't sign up for this!"

His face turned stony. "As a matter of fact, you did. You signed the contract. Marking territory in this way is more common than you think. I know what I am doing."

God damn that contract! If you had known that it would have entailed things like this, you would have given it more thought! Slowly you sat back down, your eyes darting everywhere to avoid looking up at your dom.

He didn't seem pleased. Arms crossing over his chest again he watched you trying not to panic in your seat. "It's a simple process. You will undress and kneel on a towel on the floor while I do my business." Weary of your wandering gaze his hand swept beneath your chin, bringing your head to face his. "You get no say in this matter. The safeword does not apply here, so don't bother using it."

"That's not fair..." you protested gently.

"Are you reconsidering the contract?" His voice had hardened a good deal.

You had no say in the matter. It was going to happen, whether you wanted it to or not. "I-is there... anything else I should know...?"

"Not about this process, no. About your new collar, on the other hand, yes. But for now, undress," he demanded softly, going to the door and drawing the blinds before locking it.

You swallowed hard but put your purse on the desk before standing up and stripping down. Heart beating away in your chest you tried your best not to look at him, too ashamed of what was about to happen.

Seán went to his desk and pulled out two towels. One he laid on the floor, the other still folded neatly on the chair you had occupied. Then he looked down at you. "Kneel."

His commanding tone sent a chill down your back, and you knew you could not refuse. You knelt on the towel as he came close, close enough to touch you. He fumbled with his clothing for a bit before finally exposing himself. "Just sit there. I do all the work."

You nonetheless squeezed your eyes shut and tried to pretend that this wasn't really happening. It started as a trickle at first before it truly became a flow, warm and running down your body. He sighed, and the sigh sounded happy. Was he actually enjoying this?

Really, if he wasn't so close to you, you could have pretended that he wasn't pissing on you. It didn't even smell, it was just warm.

But soon enough the flow died down and he promptly shook himself twice before stepping away, fixing his clothing before grabbing the extra towel and drying you off himself. The professor smiled, his hands gentle. "You've done precisely what I asked of you. I'm proud of you."

Finally prying your eyes open, you didn't dare look down at the towel. You wanted desperately to ignore how warm parts of your body were, but the deed had been done.

Seán McLoughlin had marked his territory on you.

Helping you back into your clothing once you were dried off, he stuffed both towels into a bag. Then he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and spun you, dipping you backwards and kissing you passionately. You squealed in surprise, but ultimately your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed him back, even as he stood you upright again.

Then he grabbed the black box and took out the collar that still laid inside. "Now, then. As for this collar, you will wear it daily. At all times. You may remove it to bathe, of course, and to sleep comfortably if you wish, but I expect this on in your waking hours."

The collar wasn't subtle by any means. It had a gothic, punky feel to it, and you took it from his hands and tried it on. This made him smile. But his smile faded after a few moments of silence. What was he expecting? "Th-thank you, sir..." you murmured softly, turning a faint shade of pink.

"That's better." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, hands at your hips. "Anything and everything you receive from me should be seen as a gift. After all, I could be cruel to you and offer nothing but neglect. I could simply abuse you, couldn't I?" He stroked the side of your face with a warm hand. "But I won't. Everything I do has reason. Everything I give is a gift to you."

This was the man that Mark wanted you to avoid?