Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Forty-Two

Share his good fortune with them? You were only aware of one friend in particular, and that was Mark. "Did... did you invite Professor Fischbach?" you asked before you could help yourself.

He sighed and nodded. "I always do. It's only fair, he's invited me to his parties before. It's been years since I held one, so I expect everyone to show up, if only out of curiosity." He threw you a wink. "You're my guest of honor. They'll be curious. Most of them don't know that I've got you, now."

By that point the other students had begun to file into the class, and you fell quiet, tucking the invitation into your notebook before anyone else could see it.

Stephanie slid into her usual seat beside you, flashing you a little bit of a smile. It had taken her a long time to come to terms with what was going on between you and the professor, but she seemed to be taking it much better, every day. So you returned the smile brightly. "How did your art test go?" you asked, wanting to make conversation.

"I'm pretty sure I passed. But that's not what got me so happy this morning," she added with a smile. She lifted her leg in a gentle manner, not only showing off her skirt but also the chain around her ankle. "Isn't it pretty? I just got it yesterday."

It was silver, and complimented her pale skin nicely. But something about it perturbed you, and you could not place just what it was. "It's gorgeous, Steph," you replied. "You've got good taste."

Her smile widened. "Thank you."

~☆~

Both of your classes that day went off without a hitch. At the end of your math one, however, Mark pulled you aside, holding up his invitation to your dom's party. "I take it you're aware of this," he murmured to you once the rest of the students had gone.

You nodded, keeping your distance from him, eager to get to Seán's office. "I'm the guest of honor," you explained, feeling more than a touch of pride. You weren't quite sure why, but you felt important nonetheless.

"The sub is always the guest of honor," he replied, eyeing your collar. "You don't know what these dinner parties are, do you?"

The way he spoke made it sound as though the party had sinister intentions for you. Swallowing and working your mouth over, you shifted your weight a bit. "All I know is that I'm expected to be there, so I'm going to be there."

Mark sighed and put the envelope in his briefcase. "I was afraid of that. But I'm not going to explain it to you; either he will or you'll figure it out on your own. But I will say this: there's a reason for a party like this. Prepare yourself, all right?"

~☆~

He's making it sound like Seán wants to cook me and serve me up as the main course...

You frowned all the way to your dom's office, and of course he noticed. "Is something the matter?" Seán questioned you, pulling you inside by the arm with a gentle motion.

Out of habit you began to strip. You had been fucked so many times on his desk it was like a stress relief at the end of the day. "It's Mark, sir. I think he was trying to explain what the dinner party really means. All he said was that I should prepare myself."

He kissed you deeply, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and locking your wrists up behind your back. Then he bent you over his desk, feeling your curves, touching your skin all over. You had become his drug, and Seán McLoughlin was a hell of a junkie. "Well, in a way, he's right, kitten. A dinner party is more than just dinner. You'll understand when the time comes."

Out of instinct- or perhaps habit- you relaxed your muscles, feeling the familiar sensation of a plug going inside of you, already lubed up. It brought out a soft whimpering sound from your throat, and he smirked behind your back. "S-sir, I..." you began, but stopped when he landed a harsh slap to your ass.

"Enough talking. I've waited all day for this, and your constantly flapping mouth will only ruin it." His words might have been a little cruel, but they were nothing new. Within moments he was pounding into you, pulling you into each thrust. You opened your mouth to let out the precious mewling sounds that he adored, making him grin where you could not see. "That's a good kitten..."

It did not take long for you to start pushing back against him, wanting him desperately to go harder. "S-sir... please... please, I want to...."

"Use your words, kitten. Tell me what you want."

"I want to c-come...!" you finally managed.

Orgasm control was something that had taken you a long time to learn. Having to understand that you could only climax if and when he said you were allowed to was a difficult lesson. Too often did you go without coming, and you only hoped that this was not one of those moments.

Thankfully, he seemed as eager as you felt. "Go ahead, kitten. You can come." As if to encourage you, Seán reached down between your thighs, stroking your clit in furious circles.

You squealed and cried out for your dom, coming almost instantaneously all over the side of his desk. He had learned quickly what got you off, and the plugs were certainly a big part of it. He pulled out as soon as you were finished, gushing across your back like he usually did.

This wasn't a lesson, per se, but simply more of a little rendezvous to tide him over until the upcoming weekend. Regular sex was boring to him, for the most part, hence the toys and restraints, even for what he considered something quicker than usual.

In mere minutes you were both cleaned up and back into your clothing, panting slightly as you headed for the office door. "Kitten?" your professor called out before your hand could grasp the handle. "I'm proud of you. You've come a long way."

That brought a smile to your face.