Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Fifty-Five

Four orgasms seemed to be your limit before you at last dropped off to sleep. Seán pulled you against his body, enveloping you in his warmth as the two of you slept the morning away.

Only when he got out of bed did you rouse yourself, stretching luxuriously across his bed. "What sort of lesson are we having today, sir?" you asked curiously, watching him pulling clothes from his wardrobe.

His smile was meant to disarm you, and it worked a good deal. "You'll see, kitten. First things first. Come, after last night both you and I need to bathe." You slid out of bed and crawled into the bathroom after him.

Showering together felt wonderful, nevermoreso than when he knelt down to eat you out again. Your hands gripped his hair tightly as he licked and sucked at your flesh, two fingers pumping into you and making you melt under his touch.

Why he was consistently eating you, you weren't sure. Perhaps he was trying to settle you down, after having such a rough day yesterday. It was the only explanation you could think of.

Either way, it was working. That Saturday morning you felt fantastic, especially starting it out with a shower and another orgasm. When he felt satisfied with his work he stood back up to wash the two of you.

Only when you were dried off did he reinsert the tail plug, making you whimper slightly at the feeling so early in your day. But you knew he would have wanted it to stay in, so you didn't protest. Instead you followed him silently down the stairs and into the kitchen for the usual breakfast ritual; him at the counter and you on the floor.

By that point eating out of a pet bowl no longer fazed you. You were being cared for like a true kitten, and your dom was doing what he felt was right, after all; he could do as he pleased.

After breakfast he got dressed properly, returning to you with a leash in his hands, which he attached to your collar. "Are you ready, kitten?" Seán asked quietly, eyeing you with an expression you couldn't decipher. Was he nervous? Impossible. Wary, perhaps. "We're going to be taking a walk today. Do you think you can manage that?"

A walk? In... in public? With me not wearing a goddamn thing?!

You swallowed hard and tried to smile a slight bit, succeeding only partially. The rest of it seemed to be hidden beneath your shock. "Is... this the lesson?"

"I did tell you that we needed to work on public things, didn't I? A walk around the block shouldn't take very long, it's a pleasant day out." Gently he tugged at the leash, forcing you to crawl forward a touch. "Come on, now, kitten. You can do this."

Could you? You weren't so sure. But you were made to crawl forward at his tugging on your leash, headed for the front door. Your heart began to pound relentlessly in your chest, and you feared that it was going to burst.

I can do this... I swear I can do this. I'm a good sub. I know I am. I know it, and he knows it too. He wouldn't have stuck with me for so long if it wasn't true... right?

The sun shone brightly as he opened the front door, warm and inviting. Even being naked shouldn't have been an issue in concern with the weather, but it wasn't the weather that you were so scared about.

You took a few hesitant steps out of the house and onto the walkway, slowly being led by your dom, who kept a close eye on you. He had hedges that blocked most of everything except what was directly in front of his home, and nothing- and no one- was there. So there was that, at least.

Taking a couple more steps until the two of you reached the driveway, you glanced up at him to find him smiling. "You're doing well, kitten. Just around the block, all right?"

Here was a smartly-dressed man, out in the open, with another human being on a leash, all for his pleasure. What could you have even said in that moment? Your tongue felt like stone in your mouth, heavy and immobile. The pair of you slowly made your way out onto the sidewalk.

Never mind the little stones and things that were sure to dig into the skin on your hands and knees, those were a secondary problem. There was an oncoming car on the road, and the worst thing that could have happened actually happened: the driver saw the two of you and screeched to a halt.

Seán frowned at the driver, who was staring at you. Your face burned red-hot, all your bravery failing you in that one moment. "Move along," you heard your dom speak to the driver, who said something in return that you didn't catch. In response your leash was tugged on, forcing you forward again.

But the longer you crawled along that sidewalk, the more people seemed to want to be out and about that day. Everyone had their eyes on you. Your dom held his head up high, either used to being stared at or ignorant to all those eyes on him.

But you weren't. How could you be? They were whispering things, and another driver who had stopped even started to catcall you, making you stop in your tracks and hang your head to hide your face.

The tears were sudden but unsurprising, your entire body shaking as you tried to move. Impatient, Seán tugged at your leash again. "Come on, kitten, let them stare. If they want a show, let's put on a good one."

No... God, no, I can't do this... I can't do this!!

You couldn't catch your breath, one hand pressed over your heart, trying to get it to settle down. Your thoughts were a blurry haze, and you didn't remember standing up until you realized that your dom was suddenly not looking down at you anymore. He frowned deeply, and you were certain he was going to punish you.

Panting against your will, tears streaming down your face, you did the only thing you could think to do before you broke free and ran back into the house: slap him across the face.