Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Thirty-One

Seán pulled you to your feet, the sensation of the plug very much at the forefront of your mind. But he took your hand and brought you back upstairs, leaving your clothing lying in puddles on the clean floor of the room. "I will grab them later. For now, you are going to remain unclothed. As I prefer my subs, after all."

He did not last long. The professor pushed you against the wall in the hallway, holding you in place while his knee lifted and slid between your thighs, rubbing you. The pleasure from earlier came back with a vengeance, and you mewled loudly at the sudden friction to your womanhood.

You felt like you were melting. He smirked and rubbed harder, his hand replacing his leg, stroking you furiously. "Never used toys before, have you?" he whispered into your ear, making you shudder.

"N-no, sir... n-never..." you whined.

"You'll find that it makes for better orgasms. As you'll soon find out." Sure enough within minutes of his furious attentions to your clit you came hard, harder than usual, tilting your head back and crying out as your juice gushed all over his hand.

Your dom chuckled as he licked his hand clean. "That is precisely why I've decided to call you kitten. You mewl like one when you come."

You panted slightly, trying not to let your knees buckle for the second time. "Th-thank you... I think..."

"Are you hungry?" Seán asked casually, as though he had not just licked your juices from his hand. "Because I am starving." You hadn't eaten at home, so you nodded. "Good. How does breakfast food sound?" You nodded again and followed him into the kitchen. Anything to take your mind off of the plug inside you.

By now you had rather gotten used to it, but every time you moved, you could feel it. Your face winced a little as you walked; it was such a strange feeling, to be keeping a plug inside of you! But it was a test, and you vowed not to fail.

You went to sit in a stool at the kitchen counter, but Seán looked at you with an expression you did not enjoy. "What do you think you're doing?"

Blinking wildly, you replied, "Sitting down..."

"On the furniture?"

Judging by his tone, you weren't supposed to sit down on the stool, so you slid off of it. "I'm sorry," you apologized, though you weren't quite sure what you were apologizing for.

"I have a set of house rules. The main one being that my pets are not allowed on the furniture without permission. I would prefer that you kneeled by my feet if you need to sit down. Is that clear?"

Ah. That would explain his stern expression. Ignoring the fact that you were being called little more than a house pet, you knelt on the tiled floor beside him.

You felt a hand go to the top of your head. "You tempt me, even as I do the most mundane of tasks. But that is your power, I suppose," your dom murmured as he cooked, petting your hair a little before returning to the food.

I'm not so sure I appreciate being treated like an actual pet. But what can I do? I signed his contract. Pet play was clearly stated in it. He really does take this stuff seriously...

The next thing he did you did not expect, yet a small part of you was still not surprised. Seán dumped some food into a nearby pet food bowl for you, on the floor beside the fridge. "Thirsty?" he asked, filling up a secondary bowl with water. "Eat up. You'll need your strength."

The remainder of the food he put onto a plate for himself, sitting at the island and digging in. But you hesitated; sure, okay, he had made scrambled eggs and bacon for you instead of forcing you to eat real dog or cat food, but...

"I said eat," he warned you. "Do not put it past me not to feed you if you refuse to eat what I give you. Are you allergic to anything?"

"N-no, sir..." you murmured.

"Then I expect you to eat or I shall not feed you. It's that simple." He went back to his own food but kept an eye on you as you crawled to the bowls. Mildly uneasy, you ate slowly, but you nonetheless used your hands instead of simply bending over and eating like a real pet. It was demeaning in the biggest way possible, and if his intent was to humiliate you, he was doing a damn good job of it.

He finished before you did, sitting back and watching you slowly eat your food. You felt a little thirsty, but you weren't so positive about drinking from the bowl. You supposed you could have picked up the thing and drunk from it that way, but that wasn't what he wanted, now, was it? No, he expected you to slurp up the water like a common housecat.

And that's exactly what you did, your face burning in embarrassment as you did so. You did not see him grinning behind you, hands laced together behind his head. "You're doing better than I expected," Seán purred. "Usually my subs protest and fight me at first, despite my contract. But you... you seem to understand what I expect of you quite a bit more."

"Pet play was in the contract, sir," you explained. "You expect me to behave like a cat, and I am trying my best."

"So you are. Come here, on all fours, kitten," he added, reaching down with a hand as though he meant to pet you. You crawled towards him, the blush on your face never seeming to fade as you went. Sure enough he stroked your hair before stroking your cheek. "Such a good little kitten. Come. It's getting late," he spoke softly, standing up and wandering out of the kitchen, back towards the basement.