Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Thirty-Two

You followed your dom down the stairs, hesitating only once, a little fearful that you might go tumbling headlong down the steps. But you didn't, and he waited at the bottom for you anyways; you felt certain that he would have caught you if you fell.

Instead of having you get up onto your feet, the professor dropped to his knees, taking your face and kissing you deeply. He tasted like the food he had just made, as well as a heavier taste that you associated with his cologne. His tongue pushed eagerly into your mouth, gripping your head tightly in his hands to prevent you from moving away, if you so wanted to.

But he had said that his kisses were earned, so you took them as a reward for behaving so well so far. You squealed slightly, daring to reach up and take his face.

But he pulled away, smiling this time. "I do rather enjoy your little sounds," he murmured, checking his watch. "You have about ten minutes left." His smile widened. "Such a good kitten. I'll bet you've forgotten all about that plug, haven't you?"

You had. It was small enough to allow for that much, and so you nodded. "I did, sir..."

"You see how easily you pass my tests? I knew you would make a wonderful sub."

You were supposed to be mine.

Mark's words made you frown a little before you could stop it from happening. Seán, of course, caught it and raised an eyebrow. "Does that displease you?" he asked in a snippy tone.

"N-no, sir! It's not that, it's not that at all!"

"Then what, pray tell, is on your mind? Spit it out."

Lowering your head a little, you stared at the floor space between the two of you. "M-Mark said... I was... supposed to be his..."

Your answer clearly angered the professor, as he sat back and ran a hand through his hair distractedly. "That son of a bitch thinks he can lay claim to any pretty thing he sees," he muttered under his breath.

"P-please... I'm very happy with you, I don't care what he says. I don't." Reaching out you took one of his hands with both of your own, squeezing it gently.

Seán seemed settled down a good deal by your words, and he relaxed visibly, smiling again. "Are you really? I haven't pushed you to your limits yet, I don't think you've even considered the safeword."

You hadn't, except when he marked you. But that didn't matter now.

His hand swept beneath your chin, tipping your head back as he leaned in to kiss your throat. Planting his kisses all along the tender skin there he left a bruise with his mouth, smirking as he pulled away. "Your ten minutes are up, kitten. Get into position again."

You were already on your knees, so you lowered your upper half and raised your hips as high as they could go while your dom maneuvered around behind you. A hand slid between your parted thighs, finding your clit easily and rubbing it in soft circles. His fingers were already sticky with just the bare minimum of attention. You could not stop the mewling sound that came from your throat at his attentions.

His free hand went to the jeweled end of the plug, tugging at it in a playful manner. "Perhaps I ought to leave it in for another hour," he teased. But you heard him laugh despite his words. "Relax your muscles." When you did, he pulled the toy out slowly, still stroking your nerve bundle and sending a new sort of pleasurable feeling through you as the plug was removed. Once it was out you felt like you could breathe again, even if you had gotten used to the feeling already.

All of a sudden he slapped your backside hard, making you yelp a little. You gnawed at your lip, tempted to apologize for... whatever you had done wrong.

"If I am doing you a favor like removing a toy from inside of you, I expect a thank you."

"Th-th-thank you, sir," you managed, far too focused on what his hand was doing.

But that same hand stopped, your clit between his thumb and forefinger. "I'm not convinced. I expect you to uphold your manners in my presence. When I do you a favor, you thank me. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes, sir! Thank you for removing the plug!" you cried out in earnest.

His fingers pinched your clit, making you yelp again. But he kept on pinching; it was an odd mixture of pleasure and pain, and your clitoris was throbbing within seconds. Your body tried to squirm, and you did your best to fight it off, with only a little success. "A little pain goes a long way," he murmured, his pinching getting longer and harder. "Tell me when you're coming. Always tell me; do not forget that."

It only took a few more minutes of his pinches to bring the knot in your stomach to a head. "S-sir, I'm g-going to come...!" you wailed, fists clenched on the tiled floor, your eyes squeezed shut. The pain and pleasure were both fiery sensations that mixed together well.

And all at once he pulled away. You looked back at him with a pleading expression on your face, and he simply glared at you. "What? You can't expect to be allowed to come every time, you know. How did that feel? Was it good?" You nodded, tears standing in your eyes. "Orgasm denial is common. Expect it to happen often when you disobey or anger me."

Seán got to his feet, walking to the cage still standing alone in the middle of the room and opened the door, gesturing for you to get in. Still you hesitated, glancing up at your dom to make sure he was being serious.

"Get in," he demanded. "Do not make me repeat myself, you know how much I hate that."

With a soft sigh you crawled into the cage. It was lined with soft towels and cloths, and you curled up as comfortably as you could.

He shut and latched the door, padlocking the thing to be on the safe side. "I am a light sleeper. If you call for me, I should hear you."

"Wh-what if I have to use the bathroom, sir...?" It was a pressing question.

He grinned. "There are puppy pads beneath the towels. Don't worry, I've thought of everything. Goodnight," he cooed to you, heading for the stairs and turning off the light, leaving you in the pitch black darkness, in a cage.