Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Forty-Seven

The following Monday was about as typical as you could have expected. But the day prior had not been; all Sunday you were in a state of despair, fretting over your dom being invited to one of Mark's parties in the future. He took notice of this, of course, and had spent most of the time trying to reassure you that it was not cheating. But you couldn't help but wonder if Stephanie was aware of the dinner party, or if her dom had conveniently forgotten to mention it.

There was only one way to find out.

You caught up with her on your way to Seán's classroom, and you put on the best, most sincere smile that you could manage. You must have been successful, for Steph saw you and returned it brightly. "Good morning!" she chirped.

"Hey, Steph, how was your weekend?" you asked casually.

"Oh, it was great! I spent most of it with this guy, and I'm exhausted," she replied with a mischievous smile.

You could only laugh softly, looking down as you walked. "Steph, you don't need to try and lie to me. I know about Mark."

Her blue eyes widened a little bit, glancing at you before looking away again. "O-oh... I see..." she murmured, clutching her art supplies a little tighter. "W-well... um... I'm not really sure what to say," she admitted, a blush across her face.

"Steph, it's no big deal. We each have a dom, right? It's our duty to be the best sub that we can to make them proud." She nodded in agreement as the pair of you stepped into the class. It was otherwise empty. "So... did you really spend all weekend with him?"

"Well, mostly. Saturday night he had to do something elsewhere, so I wasn't with him then."

You tried to keep your expression as steady as possible, if only for her sake. You weren't sure how she would have reacted to knowing what her dom had done with you that night.

Quite frankly, you were still a little surprised, yourself.

At that moment Seán walked into the classroom, smiling at the two of you. "Very important lesson today," he commented. "I hope you're prepared," he added, looking over at you.

Prepared? Prepared for what, exactly? What was your dom planning on doing?

I remember his safeword. It's all right. Besides, it's not like he's planning on fucking me in front of the class.

Stephanie leaned over with a bit of a grin on her face. "By the way, nice collar. Are those stones real?"

You tried to laugh quietly, succeeding only partially. "I'm not sure, myself. He wouldn't tell me."

Seán's lesson did not start out as you expected. He held up his right hand to the class and removed his polished gray ring. "Who can tell me what this is?"

Only a select few people raised their hand, mainly you and Steph. "The Ring of O," she replied when he pointed to her.

"Very good. What does it stand for?"

"It's a symbol meaning that the wearer practices BDSM."

He smiled. "Anything else important about it?" he questioned her as he slid the ring back onto his finger.

"It's on your right hand, which means you're a dom."

I don't like where this is going...

"Precisely." Then he did something that made your stomach drop: he held out a hand for you to take. "Come. Up onto your feet, kitten."

Your face erupted into a fierce blush as you were gently pulled out of your seat in front of the class. All eyes were on you. "S-sir...?" you asked in a small voice, fearing that it would go unheard.

It did. He tugged gently at your white collar, addressing the class again. "Who can tell me what this symbolizes?"

Once again Stephanie raised her hand, unsurprisingly. "It means that she is the sub in the relationship," she answered.

Oh my god what in the flying fuck is he doing?

Seán grinned. "Yes, very good. She is my sub. Which means that she is required to do as I ask at any given point. That includes now. Kitten," he added, turning you to face him, "this lesson will be in public. Strip down."

There was a large amount of chatter amongst the class. You glanced at Steph, whose eyebrows were up high with a blush of her own across her face.

Your hesitance did not go unnoticed. The professor's eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "When I give a command I expect you to follow through, kitten. You should know this by now. Strip. Down."

Your entire body began to shake as you fumbled your way out of your clothing. The classroom door was closed, at least, but that did not stop the twenty pairs of eyes from staring at you.

You felt your lower lip begin to tremble; why was he doing this? Why couldn't he at least have given you some sort of forewarning before making you do this in front of the class? At least then you would have been able to prepare for it! You hadn't expected him to give a lesson in BDSM involving you!

He smiled and grabbed your desk, pulling it out of the row and in front of the class. "Now, class, lessons are very crucial to the sub. When done properly, they provide pleasure for both parties. When done improperly, it can damage the sub." He went on, talking about the psychology behind the dom and sub relationship as he pulled out his handcuffs. You turned around so he could cuff your wrists behind your back like he always did.

I've never felt more exposed... I... I can't...

Slowly he bent you over your desk. His hands immediately went to your hips, rubbing them in a manner that you thought was meant to be soothing, but in that very moment all you wanted was to be back in your clothing.

You had not realized that the tears were flowing until they were running down your face. But Seán still spoke to the class, exposing himself where you could not see and slowly pushing himself inside of you.

They stared at you. At the two of you doing something that should have not been done in a public setting. You gnawed at your lip, trying to relax and enjoy the lesson as you always had, but you were all too aware of the staring.

"S-Septic!!"