Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Thirty-Four

You spent the afternoon with your dom on the couch, watching television and talking about anything that came to mind. Well, almost anything. You still had questions about certain things, but you didn't feel comfortable enough to delve into those topics.

The main one being Mark.

He had proclaimed that you were "supposed" to be his. What could that have meant?

"Is something on your mind, kitten? You look pensive." Your dom brought your attention back onto him, and you gnawed at your lower lip a little bit. "Well?"

"It... it's Mark. When he said I was supposed to be his... what did he mean?"

Clearly your question was a bad one, as Seán looked unhappy. "Do you really want to know?" he asked softly after a few long moments. When you nodded he sighed. "From your first class with him, he had decided that you would be his sub. But he always makes this a habit, picking out a new one without consideration for others."

From the way he spoke it sounded like Seán had gone under Mark's nose and stolen you away for himself. You looked down at your lap, hands folded neatly in them. "So... that's why you picked me? Because he wanted me, too?"

Your voice betrayed your feelings. Your dom pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck. "It's not like that at all, kitten," he reassured you. "I wanted you from day one, as well. It's just that Mark usually gets what he wants, and this time I beat him to the punch."

It made you feel at least a little bit better, and you relaxed a good deal under his touch. His arms were loosely wrapped around your body, face still buried into the crook of your neck.

"I feel as though I could sleep like this," he murmured, lips grazing your skin. "I'm so comfortable with you, kitten."

That made you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. But it did not last long as he suddenly tugged your head down into a kiss. You accepted it happily, letting him in once his tongue poked your lower lip. Permission would never be a question, of course; your dom had permission to do whatever he pleased.

Speaking of, he stood up, scooping you into his arms and making you squeal. He carried you through the living room and towards another flight of stairs, this set going up instead of down. "We're going to have another lesson," he explained as he carried you into his massive bedroom. "And then I think it'll be time for a nap. What do you think, kitten?"

You smiled. "Another lesson sounds nice, sir."

"Good to hear." He laid you down on the bed gently, kneeling down and reaching beneath the bed, pulling out a good deal of rope. Your stomach began to churn a little, but not in a bad way. "Just a little tying up," he explained, pointing towards the ceiling. "You see those hooks?" You glanced towards them and nodded. As you looked he knelt down again, bringing out a metal bar which he latched onto the hooks. It hung low enough for you to touch. "Lift your legs."

Adrenaline coursed through your body as you did as you were told, hands behind your knees for support. Seán wrapped a length of rope around your ankle before tying it to the bar above, doing the same with the other leg. They were stuck that way, spread open wide. You sat up slightly, using your elbows as support, turning a fiery shade of red. "S-Sir?" you began, unable to form any questions on your tongue.

"You remember the safeword, don't you?" your dom asked. When you nodded, he seemed satisfied. "Good. The moment you say it will be the moment I untie you. If this is too much, you must tell me. I don't want you to get overwhelmed." He knelt down for the third time and brought out what looked like a tiny chain, with little metal contraptions on each end. "These are clamps. Remember when I was pinching you? I had to test your ability to withstand that pain. I'll be right back," he added, leaving you, your legs suspended in the air.

To say that you felt exposed was an understatement. The prospect of the clamps made the adrenaline churn even harder, and you weren't much surprised to find that you were soaking wet.

Seán returned with a glass of ice water, of which he took a sip from before setting it down. Then he dug out an ice cube and approached you, between your legs. He reached over you, pressing the ice directly to one of your breasts. The sudden cold made you squeal, squirming a little bit and unable to help it. He didn't get upset or angry, but he did seem mildly annoyed. "Hold still, I'm well aware that it's cold."

The nipple hardened instantly with the ice pressed to it, and quickly began to grow numb with cold. After a few minutes, with the ice slowly melting and dripping down your breasts, he switched to the other, numbing that one as well. Then your dom grabbed the clamps, attaching them as gently as he was able.

The chain hung between them. The ice helped to numb the pain a good deal, but you knew that it would soon wear off. You winced as he smirked down at you. "Lovely," he murmured, rubbing your legs a little. "How do we feel?"

"Sc-scared... a little..." you admitted. "The p-pain..."

"You're doing fine." A hand reached down between your suspended legs and began stroking your clit. "This is a nice look for you, you know. Being tied up in my bedroom with clamps to your breasts." Your face burned hot as you mewled a little; his hand was already slicked over.

The numbing cold had worn off faster than you would have liked, leaving only pain mixed with the pleasurable feeling that was between your thighs. Your entire body shook as he reached over, lifting the tiny chain between his thumb and forefinger to tug at it gently. This made you cry out as another wave of pain washed over you.

But would you use the safeword?