Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Forty-Five

Half an hour later found you in a heap, already feeling used. Sure, they had both taken you at the same time, and it had hurt like a son of a bitch, but they hadn't even let you come!

Bob cleared his throat as the two of them fixed their clothing. "Well, I'd say you took us pretty well. Sorry about the, uh... bite mark." Ah, yes; he had bitten you and drawn blood. You winced but said nothing about it.

What could you have said, anyways? That next time you would be better prepared for it? You weren't so sure you performed well enough; your dom DID say that it was basically the ultimate test, and you couldn't even come to something you should have been prepared for.

They left you with a smile each, and you debated on getting up and returning to Seán's side, if only for a little comfort. But the door opened again and Ethan walked in, his suit jacket over his arm. "Hey, um... hi. I'm next." He sat beside you and eyed you carefully, gently touching the bite mark on your shoulder. "Oh, ouch. That was from Bob, huh? Don't worry, I'm not a biter," he said reassuringly, smiling as he set his jacket aside.

Ethan proved to be considerably gentler, but he seemed fond of tying up his partner. There was already rope waiting for him beneath the bed, you realized, and as he began to wrap it around your body in specific places, you realized that this was quite possibly the single most humiliating thing you had ever been through so far. Being passed around Seán's friends like you were a beer or something! Was that what he considered a party?

At least Ethan let you come. He had a knot in the rope specifically at your clit, and as he pounded into you, he pulled at it, adding more and more pressure to the tiny nerve bundle until you finally began to beg him to let you come. He seemed more than happy to oblige, tugging harder still and gushing across your belly as you climaxed at the same time.

His hands were gentle as he untied you, murmuring words of comfort into your ear as you were slowly let down from your high. "Mark's coming up last," he said as he fixed his clothing again, watching you lie panting on the bed. "I think Seán did it on purpose. He told me that Mark had an eye on you too, but he's got his own sub to worry about now."

You sat upright, wanting to ask questions, but Ethan was already out the door.

~☆~

About fifteen minutes passed before there was a soft knock on the door. Mark entered with a slight smile on his face, entering quietly and pulling off his jacket, setting it on a nearby chair. "So Bob bit you, huh? Does it still hurt?" You nodded a bit, and he sat down beside you to inspect the bite. "It should heal all right. Bit of a scar, though. But that's Bob for you."

You sat up and looked at him with pleading eyes. Was this really about to happen? And was Ethan telling the truth?

"Don't look so worried. I'm not a biter like he is, at least not as hard as that." He grinned a little bit, winking at you as he stripped off his shirt. "I think Seán and I are very much the same in terms of how we treat our subs. Or at least that's what I like to think." But then why would he accuse your dom of foul play with his last sub? You didn't know, and you didn't bother opening your mouth to find out.

By this point you just wanted it to be over. You felt more than a touch used, and your heart began to pound as Mark got closer to you, taking your face into his hands and kissing you.

Was this part of the deal? The kiss felt terribly loving, and you couldn't help but wonder about his own sub. What would they have said to such a kiss as this one? Would they have gotten upset? Surely so...

He eased you onto your back, face buried in the crook of your neck now; he was kissing and nibbling at the skin there, leaving his own mark, in his own gentle way. "You don't have to be so quiet, you know," he murmured. "Just relax. I want you to enjoy this. If there's anything you need to say, tell me. I won't judge."

Your eyes closed on their own, and your hand trailed up the back of his neck, pulling his head closer.

They're here for me. I'm the guest of honor. The least I can do is make it enjoyable for them...

"Ethan... said you had a sub. Is it true?" you asked before you could stop the words from coming out of your mouth.

He hesitated, pulling away and brushing a shock of dark hair from his eyes. "Yes. I do have a sub, now. She's a pretty thing, but still new to this lifestyle. She's pretty headstrong, but she seems eager enough."

Headstrong...

You flinched badly, making his hands raise in a defensive manner. "It's Stephanie, isn't it? She's your sub."

Hands lowering, Mark's eyebrows knit together. "How did you know?"

"Her ankle bracelet. I saw it. I... I was told about how you prefer to gift jewelry instead of a traditional collar."

He sat down beside you again. "Huh. Well, you're right, it's her. Is that a bad thing? Is there something I ought to know about her?"

Only that she might still have the hots for my dom...