Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Twenty-Nine

You ran from Mark's classroom, tears nearly blinding you. His words had struck you hard, but why were you running towards what you feared?

Because you signed the contract.

Seán smiled as he answered the door, allowing you inside, but the smile faded as he caught sight of your expression. "What's happened?" he demanded, grabbing your arm.

You pulled free from his grip, ignorant to the fact that you would probably have been punished for it. "What happened to your last partner?" you asked before you could stop yourself.

He sighed through his nose as he went to his chair, sitting down and considering your question. "I don't know," he finally replied, shrugging and eyeing you a little. "I don't know what happened to them. They just up and vanished one day and didn't leave so much as a hint as to where they went."

Mark suspected foul play. You knew he did, and you were beginning to wonder if that was what you were so worried about. Shaking, you sat down and looked at the floor between your feet. You did not bother looking back up, not even when he stood and walked around his desk to lean against it in front of you.

Only when he lifted your head did you looked into his baby blue eyes. They were softer than usual. "I do not know what had happened to them. I have treated them in much the same manner as I treat you. I suspect that they were simply overwhelmed or fed up, and left without a trace."

Your mouth worked over. "M-Mark... he.... he thinks--"

"I know damn well what he thinks," Seán hissed, removing his hand from your chin. "He thinks I either killed them or drove them mad. I did nothing of the sort; don't you think I would have given up this lifestyle if I had done such a thing?" You weren't sure, and you knew your face must have said as much, for he sighed. "I would have. If I had accidentally killed someone, I'd have turned myself in back then. But that was years ago. Nearly seven years in between subs."

Seven years! So Seán was probably not as young as he looked. Either that or he started out very young in his ways.

His hand reached out and stroked your cheek in a loving sort of manner. "I'm very proud of you for wearing the collar. I was afraid that you would forget and I was fully expecting to have to punish you. But you remembered." He leaned down and kissed first your cheeks, then your forehead, and at last your lips, where he lingered for a little while. "Perfect."

When he pulled away- you didn't dare break the kiss yourself, you wanted them to last- you gnawed at your lower lip. "Sir? What do I do about Mark? He knows."

"Of course he does. My ways are traditional, in a sense. Had you become his sub, his idea of a collar would have been a piece of jewelry. He is more subtle in that way, I suppose. Tries to hide his lifestyle." Seán straightened up. "I am proud of it."

That much was obvious. Your hand went to the collar, fingering at it a little.

Only when he cleared his throat did you look back up at him. "Do you have any plans this weekend?"

Shaking your head, you sighed a slight bit. "I usually don't, sir."

"Good. I will pick you up tonight from your house, and you shall stay with me this weekend. It's time you had your first real lesson."

Stay with him! Your heart began to race, and your hands clenched into fists in your lap out of sheer nervousness. "S-sir..."

"You live alone, don't you?" You nodded and he grinned. "Then it's settled. Now go home and eat dinner or something; I already have your address, and I shall expect you to be ready when I pick you up tonight."

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Your body was shaking as you drove home hurriedly, as fast as you could manage without speeding anyways. Once home you ran to pack a small suitcase, setting it by the door at the ready for when he arrived.

You wanted desperately to focus on your homework, but your mind had other plans. Big ones, apparently. You did not know precisely when Seán would arrive, but you knew that you would not want to keep him waiting.

Within an hour there was a knock at the door. You jumped up from your chair and answered it; your dom stood there with his hands in his pockets, grinning. "Are we ready?" You nodded and made to grab your suitcase, but he stopped you from bending down to pick it up. "Don't. That won't be necessary."

You hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"You won't be needing any clothing," he explained with a smirk.