Deviance | 18+ | ✓ | REWRITING

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The second he got out of his car and his eyes fell on Marie, Nathaniel's jaw almost dropped.

Nathaniel, the dominant, brought to his knees by a student. It was a day he thought he'd never see.

Marie's dress highlighted her figure perfectly and the heels only accentuated her femininity, making her appear more mature. It was a stark contrast to the usual sweatshirt and shorts combo Nathaniel saw her in most days.

"Aren't you worried someone will see us?" Marie asked, basking in her satisfaction of her effects on the professor. Nathaniel looked equally delicious, his crisp dress shirt complimenting his black slacks.

"Let them see." Nathaniel opened the passenger door for Marie, letting her gracefully slide in.

Marie never sought out an expensive lifestyle, comfortable with her middle-class upbringing and basic day-to-day necessities being met. But the feeling of being treated to luxury made her feel earned. Marie let her hands run over the expensive leather seats of Nathaniel's car, breathing in the new car scent.

"Are you not going to ask me what I'm in the mood for?" Marie teased as Nathaniel got into the car, adjusting himself and putting the car in first gear.

"No, I'm not."

Marie couldn't help but smile. Finally. A decisive man. "Where are we going then?"

"You'll find out when we get there."

"The bar is pretty high - I turned down getting drinks with Ashly and Caleb for this."

"There's a lot I can do that your friends can't - and you know that."

Something about Nathaniel's cockiness and confidence was enough to make Marie cross her legs and apply much-needed pressure between them. Watching him drive effortlessly and the muscles under his shirt shift every time he turned wasn't making it any better. Fuck, already?

Emboldened by her rush of arousal, Marie adjusted her seatbelt forward and leaned over to...

Nathaniel's quick reflexes grabbed her wrist with one hand, the other remaining on the steering well. "Marie."

"What?" Marie replied, feigning innocence. "No road head?"

Nathaniel's soft chuckle sent butterflies tumbling in Marie's stomach. "Unless you're willing to die for it."

Marie's angelic laugh filled the enclosed space with ease. Nathaniel couldn't help but envy her youthfulness and the daring gleam in her eyes.

"You're just old and senile," Marie retorted back.

Unfortunately, the student severely miscalculated her attempt to push her professor's buttons, picking the worst time to do so. Nathaniel jerked to a stop at a red light, allowing him a brief moment to retaliate to Marie's out-of-pocket remark.

He immediately fisted Marie's hair and brought her face closer to his, over the dividing armrest and gear stick between them.

His other hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed - hard. "You wanna say that again to me, Marie?"

Marie's voice trembled. "No, sir. I'm sorry."

Nathaniel released his savage grip, leaving Marie sinking back into her seat and clearing her throat from his hold. A few onlookers in the cars around them had seen the act.

"You wouldn't punish me on my birthday," Marie tentatively approached. She loved the fact she could never predict Nathaniel's motives or decisions. It excited her.

"You don't know me very well then, sweetheart."

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