Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Forty-One

"S-Seán, we're in a public parking lot..." you murmured, your face burning like fire. He kept your hand pressed to his hardened length, and you had little choice but to feel him up.

"You're such a tease," he muttered. But he released your hand in favor of the wheel, pulling out of the parking lot. "Undo your seatbelt."

That seemed unsafe. "Why?"

"Road head." You had never heard the term before, but you knew it had to be something sexual, and you gnawed at your lower lip. He glanced over at you, expectantly. "Lean over and suck me off, damn it. I'm harder than sweet fuck all, and it's your fault."

Well, that explained the term. Unbuckling your seatbelt, for a wild moment you were certain he was going to crash the car. But he didn't, so you leaned over and undid his dress pants, exposing his thick length, precum already beading at the head.

You lapped at it eagerly before sliding him down your throat. One of his hands went to the back of your head, keeping it low, out of sight. "This is illegal, kitten, but you gave me no other option. Does that excite you?"

It sort of did, knowing that what you were doing was incredibly dangerous and illegal. But you sucked eagerly enough, moaning in response to his question and making him inhale sharply. Bobbing your head up and down you coated him in your saliva so he would slide easier.

It didn't take him long before he pulled at your hair. "Harder," he demanded, avoiding potholes in the road for your sake. The last thing he needed was for you to choke on his dick.

You sucked harder still, whimpering against him and sending nice, long vibrations down his cock. He hissed again, tugging at your hair painfully until he gushed into your mouth. You hadn't been expecting it, and you coughed slightly but still managed to swallow all of his seed.

At long last you sat back up, delicately wiping your mouth and buckling back up. Seán sighed, contented and pleased with you. "You did good, kitten," he purred to you, smirking in your direction.

"I thought you said Sundays were your decompression days?" you asked of him.

"They are. That doesn't mean I can't get off, though, does it?" You supposed not. Soon enough he pulled up at your home, one hand reaching out and taking yours, kissing the back of it. "I'm so proud of you," he murmured, clear happiness in his eyes.

"Th-thank you..." you managed, shy all of a sudden. The realization that you had just spent the weekend with your fucking professor had hit you in that moment- much too late, of course- and you could not help but wonder what was to come.

~☆~

The next few weeks were much the same as that fateful one. You had little lessons during the school days: visiting Seán in his office after your classes every day, and spending the weekends with him in his home.

The weekend lessons were far more intense. The second weekend that you stayed with him all had to do with different types of bondage, from the typical rope to metal contraptions that he had ordered from some specialty shop online, specifically designed for subs to experience.

For the most part you did well with your lessons, never having the need to use his safeword. Though not every lesson was a success, and you were punished a fair few times, spaced out evenly.

Your dom was always strict, never wavering in his attitude and seriousness about his lifestyle, but by the end of a month you had grown used to it.

Sundays were, of course, your favorite. He liked taking you out and delving deeper into your mind, finding out about your various favorite things and what made your brain stick. You could not help but feel loved during those dates, and they always ended with a kiss. Sometimes more, sometimes not.

~☆~

One day, some time later, you came to class to find an envelope waiting for you on your desk, your name in elegant letters on the front of it, sealed with wax. The seal pattern had an eyeball on it. Curious, especially since your dom was nowhere to be found at the moment, you opened it.

It turned out to be an invitation, to a dinner party of all things, to be held at Seán's home. You frowned slightly; did that mean that you wouldn't be spending the weekend with him?

He entered his classroom in that moment, finding you frowning at the invite. "Is something wrong?"

"No, sir, I just don't understand. This is for this coming Saturday," you answered in a soft voice, trying not to reveal your disappointment. You had grown to really enjoy your weekends with him.

"Whatever do you mean? The invite is merely a formality. You will still be picked up on Friday," Seán explained, approaching you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"But then why give me the invite?"

He pointed to the bottom of the parchment, to show that there was a little more detail to the invitation: you were to be the guest of honor. He smiled wide and went to sit at his desk, leaning back in his chair a little. "I cannot throw this dinner party without you, kitten. I trust you enough with something like this. This is an important thing for the both of us. I have other friends with this lifestyle, and I intend to share my good fortune with them."