05

Marie stayed quiet, just as Nathaniel wanted. He needed to get the student out of here – before he couldn’t hold back any longer.

But she finally replied. « Why do you study what you do ? »

The professor’s answer was a dangerous one. Which is why he completely dodged the question.

« It’s getting late, Marie. You should head out. »

« But – « 

« Miss Mor, I’ve never indulged this much with a student but whatever you think you want from me, you don’t. You need to leave. »

Nathaniel’s voice was tense, a sharp and cold reprimand. It left no room for debate or defiance. And it turned Marie on. And she hated it. She hated herself for the intense attraction she felt towards the professor and it translated into frustration.

« I only wanted my grade changed, nothing else, » Marie retorted, letting an aurora of uncertainty hang in the air for a moment. Lie.

« Your reaction to me eventually giving you an A was anything but satisfied, Marie. »

Just like all women born in the Mor family, Marie had a smart mouth. « And I barely had to do anything to get it. »

Nathaniel stood up from his chair, his broad shoulders and strong build elicited a forbidden feeling in Marie. His forearms were flexed as he gripped the edge of the desk, grey eyes aflame.

« Don’t tempt me, Marie. »

« Or what. » Marie was now standing, closing some of the distance between the two as they stood on opposite sides of the desk. They could feel each other’s heavy breathing and bodily warmth…taunting. Marie’s next words were the ultimate catalyst.

« You would never lay a hand on a student. »

The air stilled. Nathaniel’s features hardened, both his fist and jaw clenched. It sent chills of fear down Marie’s spine.

The professor intimidated and dominated those around him – in private and within his work. Never had a student come into his office to made demands and taunts like this.

Just put the girl in her place and move on.

No one would have to know. Nathaniel wouldn’t allow anyone to know. If he wanted to punish his student, he would. While usually a strict adherent to his career and the rules that followed, the professor couldn’t care less at the moment – his arrogant dominance clouding his thoughts.

A trait that ultimately got him to where he was today.

Nathaniel removed his weight from the desk and made his way over to Marie. She held her breath as he passed her. Marie didn’t dare look so she only heard the blinds of the window close with such force it made her flinch.

Nathaniel returned back to his seat behind his desk, his eyes never leaving Marie’s. He undid the first two buttons of his white dress shirt and adjusted the folded sleeves.

« Get over my knee, Marie. »

Marie’s eyes widened.

« Do not make me repeat myself. » Nathaniel’s order cut through the silence. « Move over here and get over my knee. »

She should’ve run. He should’ve made her.

Instead, Marie took a few small steps towards Nathaniel, making her way around his desk. It was too slow a pace for the professor, whose arousal and adrenaline had thrown his judgment out the window.

When Marie was finally at arm’s length away, Nathaniel wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her forwards over his knee. Before Marie could even process what was happening, Nathaniel muffled her cry with a strong hand over her mouth.

Nathaniel always practiced self-control.

Not today. Not with Marie.

Marie’s skin felt like it was a thousand degrees as pleasure pooled between her legs. Nathaniel had hardly touched her. With one hand covering her mouth, the other was on the small of her back, balancing her.

All she could hear and feel was his measured, controlled breathing and the coolness of his belt buckle against her side. It was so, so wrong but Marie wanted this bad.

« Promise to be a good girl and stay quiet for me ? » Nathaniel’s hardened voice was ecstasy to Marie’s ears. Marie nodded as best as she could and Nathaniel slowly released her mouth to make sure she didn’t make any sudden noises. He wasn’t particularly in the mood to explain this situation to his colleagues in the next few rooms – as much as he wanted her cries to fill his office.

Nathaniel hesitated, which he rarely did. But the professor was treading on a very thin line and he knew he had to be careful.

« Is this what you want ? » His voice was barely a whisper to Marie, who lay over him, her face reddening.

Marie, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate for a second.

« Yes. »

With the same hand he used to shut her up, Nathaniel aggressively fisted a handful of Marie’s hair. Marie pursed her lips to conceal a cry, which escaped as a pitched whine. She knew her mistake.

« You will address me as ‘sir’. If you don’t, I will make this much more unpleasant than it needs to be. »

« I understand, sir. »

Nathaniel gently released Marie’s hair and she let a short-lived sigh of relief escape her lips. Nathaniel brushed some of Marie’s hair to the side so he could gauge her reactions as he continued. With her dress already promiscuously short, Nathaniel only had to adjust it slightly to expose herself to him.

He let his index finger slip between her lace thong and her skin, slowly tracing along her hip. He restrained himself from ripping it off her.