Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Forty

You spent the afternoon in your dom's arms, lazing about on the sofa in the living room and watching movies for awhile. If anything, it was a good way to pass the time while you waited for your date.

It was still difficult to believe that he wanted to take you out on a real date. Was he trying to do something romantically? Or was this just how he treated his subs?

The dress he had given you to wear spoke volumes about him, but also seemed to raise more questions. Why did he have women's clothing to begin with? Did he purchase them himself, or were they leftover from a past sub? You didn't know, and you weren't so sure you wanted to.

As if to pull you from your thoughts, Seán leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I like this. Right here, right now. You in my arms, the two of us relaxing. What do you think, do you enjoy my idea of a Sunday?"

You could not stop the smile from forming on your face. "I do, I really do." And it was the truth. Sure, it would take some getting used to, calling him by name, but that was considerably easier than the other rules he had put into place for you.

He shifted in his seat and turned to face you, reaching up and removing your collar. "Just for today. Okay?" It felt as though a weight had been lifted from your shoulders with your collar being removed. He probably expected it to be put back on tomorrow, which was fine, but now you felt more... normal.

Once the movie had ended, you realized that the clock had already chimed past five. Seán got up and offered a hand for you to take. "Where are we going?" you asked of him softly, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you up and off of the couch.

"My favorite restaurant. Come on," he replied with a smile.

The drive there was quiet but no less  pleasant. There seemed to be a permanent grin on his face as he drove. "I had a bit of an odd dream," he spoke, breaking the silence. "I dreamt I was colorblind. It was strange to say the least."

"Maybe in another life you were," you replied softly.

"Perhaps. Here we are," he said at last, pulling into the parking lot of a posh restaurant and parking. Then he hurried out of the car to open your door for you, offering a hand again. You took it gratefully, thankful that Seán had even managed to get you a pair of shoes that matched the dress. It seemed like he had good taste in clothing, at least.

The two of you were seated within minutes, in a comfortable little corner of the restaurant. The term "cozy" came to mind, and you smiled gently to yourself. It was about as romantic as it could possibly be.

I don't believe this. I just... I can't! Weeks ago I would have rather drank spit than be seen out on a date with my professor, and yet here I am... happy.

He must have noticed your staring again, for he smiled and leaned over a bit to talk to you. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, I just... can't believe I'm sitting here. With you, in a restaurant. Willingly."

He chuckled. "Yeah, you wouldn't have been too keen at first, huh?" Your professor, dom, whatever you wanted to call him, reached out and took your hand, rubbing the back of it with the pad of his thumb. "But we're here so I can learn, all right? Just because I'm a professor doesn't mean I stop learning."

Only this time the subject matter was you.

The two of you talked about everything, from the most mundane sort of questions to your views on different topics. Seán seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say all throughout the meal, as you seemed to have his undivided attention.

Unfortunately, so did the waitress, who seemed insistent on ignoring you in favor of him. She flirted quite openly with Seán, and even scribbled her number on a napkin. You couldn't help but notice it, of course, and it sent a raging feeling of envy through you. Didn't she see that he was on a fucking date?

While he gazed over the dessert menu, you slyly slid your foot out of your shoe. He was within reach; it was not a large table. But you had the burning urge to get his attention back onto you, regardless of whether or not he was ignoring the waitress's flirting.

"What do you think sounds good, tiramisu, or chocolate--" he began but coughed and swallowed hard, unable to finish as his eyes widened. You were gently rubbing his thigh with your foot, smiling serenely as though nothing were happening beneath the cloth that covered the table. "Kitten. What do you think you're doing?"

You smiled a bit. "What does it feel like?"

"It feels like you're trying to feel me up." He didn't seem to be complaining; rather, his legs opened a little wider for you, and you slid your foot between them, gently rubbing it against his manhood.

"You seem to be taking it considerably well," you noted, your smile turning into a smirk.

"I have never had a date do this, kitten. You have to understand, I--" He damn near choked on his words as the waitress returned. "Can I just have the check, please?"

She seemed almost disappointed but left him with the check and a wink. Your gnawed at your lower lip, working your foot a little harder against him. He was clearly hard.

Leaning over the table again, he hissed at you, "Why are you doing this?"

"To make sure you remember that you're on a date with me," was your immediate reply.

"What are you talking about?"

"That fucking waitress. She keeps flirting with you." You frowned a good deal, unable to stop the feeling of envy coursing through you.

Seán reached down and grabbed your ankle, forcing you to stop. But he rubbed it a little before gently lowering it away from his length. "Enough, kitten. You needn't fear about any other woman around me. You have all of my interest and attention." He paid with cash, and you noted that he left no tip. Your eyebrows went up and he shrugged. "She isn't going to be rewarded for inappropriate behavior." He stood and took your hand, walking with you out of the restaurant.

His motions felt stiff and a little jerky. He pulled you along eagerly, and only when you pulled back did he stop. "What's wrong? Did I upset you?"

Your dom said nothing, opening the car door for you before getting in himself. But he grabbed your face and kissed you deeply, tongue thrashing in your mouth. "I told you, you have nothing to worry about. Except, perhaps, for this," he murmured, taking your hand and pressing it to his crotch. He was unbelievably hard. "This is your fault. What do you plan on doing about it?"