Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Fifty-Three

You were debating on skipping Mark's class. All you wanted was to go home and cry out your agony. But you were an adult, and you knew that skipping his class would have consequences in the long run, mostly consisting of missing important information for future tests and the like. So you at last got up off of the floor and gathered your things, wondering vaguely why your dom had not stayed behind, knowing you would return. Was he waiting for you in his office?

I don't care. I'm not in the fucking mood to see him right now.

Sullen, you dragged your feet towards your math class, your head hung low, staring at the floor as you walked. All throughout the lesson your note taking ability seemed to have gone downhill, and eventually you simply closed the notebook and tried to listen instead. When that wasn't sufficient enough you laid your head down, feeling the tears making their grand return.

Eventually you heard everyone else getting up to leave, but you remained where you were. Sure enough, Mark approached you and knelt beside you. "This just isn't your week, is it?" he murmured once everyone else had gone.

"He showed the class more porn," you replied in a dull voice.

"... so? He always does that."

"It was of me and him doing a lesson. He recorded us without telling me." The tears began to roll down your cheeks again, and you hastily wiped them away with the palm of your hand.

Still he did not seem so surprised. "Recording is fairly common for doms. Especially when we want to figure out where things go wrong during a particular lesson. But I can see why you're so upset; he should have told you." Patting your shoulder he tried to smile. "Aren't you due to go to his office now? Hmm? Go and talk with him about this. Tell him how you really felt."

You truly did not want to confront your dom. God only knew how poorly that would go. But Mark had a point, and you slowly stood up and gathered your things again, walking out of his class and trudging your way to Seán's office.

When you knocked, he did not open the door. Instead, he simply called out, "Enter." This wasn't so unusual, really, but it still made your heart pound in your throat.

When you entered slowly, shutting the door behind you, he glanced up from his paperwork but did not speak. You sat down and took about thirty seconds' worth of awkward silence before you at last broke. "I th-think we need to talk," you said quietly, your nerves failing you.

"I'm listening."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Your voice was small, so much so that you feared your words had gone unheard. But you heard him sigh through his nose, so he must have gotten the message. "You... you recorded us doing a lesson, why didn't you tell me?"

"I did." He finally set his pen down and sat back in his seat, eyeing you. "You obviously did not pay enough attention, but it is in your contract. It states that there would be documentation of our lessons."

"You recorded us without telling me!" you cried out in protest.

He slammed his hands down on the top of his desk, making you flinch and shriek a little. "It was in your fucking contract! I have recorded every one of our sessions, it is clearly stated that there would be documentation!"

"Show me. Show me where in my fucking contract it states you would be recording us."

With a hard yank he pulled out the drawer on his desk, rifling through the papers within before pulling one out, damn near throwing it at you.

Sure enough, it was typed, clear as day, that there would be documentation of the lessons. With tears once again pricking at your eyes you slowly pushed the contract back towards him. "I... I didn't..."

"Pay attention? Obviously."

"But why would you show the class?" you asked, teary-eyed.

"Porn is porn. What better way to demonstrate BDSM than with one of our own lessons?"

The tears were no longer going to be held back, as they streamed down your face. "I'm so fucking humiliated..." you murmured, more to yourself than to your dom.

Unfortunately, he still heard you. He set down his pen loudly, glaring up at you. "Are you quite finished with your attitude today?"

That made you flinch. Why was he being so terrible? "S-sir, please, I just--"

"If you honestly did not want me to show the class, why didn't you use the safeword? Why did you simply run out?"

You couldn't answer, your vision blinded by tears. They were hot and endless, and for the longest time your dom simply ignored you and went on with his work. When it was clear that your crying wasn't about to stop he set the pen down again with a sigh. "I'm s-sorry..." you murmured, voice broken.

"Kitten..." he began, the harsh tone of his voice all but gone. "I'm not sure what to tell you, really. The contract clearly stated that I would be recording. You can't be upset at me for you not reading the contract completely."

He was right, of course, but that did not stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks. Even when he at last got up and went to you, pulling you to your feet and embracing you.

At first your body went stiff, not wanting the contact. Clearly still upset at him. But his warmth and care got through to you, and you finally collapsed into his arms. "If it upsets you that much, I won't show the class another of our lessons. All right?"

All you could do was nod.