The elevator to Nathaniel's apartment decided to take more time than usual on the night of Marie's birthday.
Marie grudgingly watched as the digital display of the levels rose annoyingly slow. Her frustration made her bold.
Nathaniel had given Marie the perfect birthday dinner - full of laughs and deep conversation. He had treated her with warmth and respect the entire night.
But right now, adoration was the last thing she wanted.
"You hold back," Marie stated as she stood next to Nathaniel. He immediately turned to her at the unprovoked statement.
"I can feel it. You're going easy on me." Marie was starting to question how far she wanted to take this, but she couldn't stop herself. She wanted to taste blood tonight.
"Fuck me like one of your old submissives."
Marie had never seen a man try to quell his anger more than right now. Nathaniel took a deep breath, closing his eyes so he didn't slam Marie's head up against the walls of the elevator. "Marie..."
"Let me repeat myself, professor." Marie leaned up towards Nathaniel. "I said - "
Nathaniel's movements were as quick as a starved lioness. Marie's back was pushed up against the sidewall of the elevator, the hand railing digging against her spine. Nathaniel's body and hardened muscles caged her in. Marie's head hit the wall with an excruciating smack and both of the sadist's hands wrapped around the poor girl's neck.
It was the hardest he had ever compressed Marie's throat.
"Don't you dare - "
Nathaniel's hands pressed up against Marie's airways harder in emphasis.
" - order me how to fuck you. That's my decision, slut."
Nathaniel let his grip loosen slightly. Marie gasped for a breath, assuming the incursion was over. Nathaniel could only pity the girl.
Catching the young girl off guard, Nathaniel tightened his hold on Marie's throat again - pushing against the side airways with sheer and brute force. Marie's resistance only fueled him further - and herself too. He could hear and feel her whimper under him in strained attempts to push back.
"I know today was nice but don't forget who you're talking to." Nathaniel's voice was eerily calm given the torment he was inflicting.
The doors to the elevator opened and Nathaniel's grasp released. Marie fell forward into his arms, catching her breath and relieving her poor throat.
This - this - was what she wanted.
Nathaniel aggressively grabbed Marie by her arm and dragged her to the entrance of his loft. He quickly unlocked it and threw the girl in like she was an animal being forced into a cage.
Nathaniel's posture and demeanor shifted into his true, raw state. It came to him so naturally, Marie found it beautiful to watch. Every feature on his face hardened and he seemed to tower over Marie more than he already did. It was like a beast coming alive.
And his eyes... Marie could never get enough of watching his eyes shift from their calm steel grey hue to an atrocious storm.
"Go to the washroom. Clean up and undress. You better be wearing something nice under all that."
Nathaniel then gently caressed Marie's face, twiddling with a strand of her dark hair. Despite being a seemingly sweet gesture, it was tainted with malice. Marie knew the professor all to well to know something was coming...
"You will kneel by me in the living room when you're done. You have half a minute." Nathaniel watched as Marie's expression shifted. "Do not make me wait a second more."
Marie bolted.
She rushed into the nearest restroom, not even taking the time to process the gorgeous interior. She quickly removed dress, glad she had decided to wear her best lingerie set.
After kicking her heels off, Marie approached the adjacent washbasin. She grabbed the nearest toothbrush and quickly brushed her mouth down of any remnants from dinner.
What was she at? 15 seconds?
Rinsing her mouth, Marie then grabbed her purse which contained all her last-minute touch-ups. She glossed her lips with a tinted balm and spritzed a few splashes of her favorite perfume.
5 seconds.
Marie shoved everything to the side and hastened out the washroom. Luckily the living room was in view, allowing Marie to make a beeline.
Nathaniel sat atop a main, grand chair before an impressive fireplace - like a King on his throne.
Marie took her faithful position, kneeling next to him with her head down. The only sound in the entire loft was her heavy breathing and the ticking of an ornate clock above the mantel.
After a few torturous seconds, Nathaniel spoke. "If you want to be fucked like my submissive, it's about time you started acting like one."
Brats are a seemingly counter-intuitive dynamic within submission play - with an individual who wants to be dominated often disregarding their master's words.
Marie's smart mouth and defiant personality were some of her many Mor family traits. Her willingness to submit needed to be earned. Marie wanted a man to put her in her place like the slut she was. She wanted to be brought to tears and sobs - and she wanted her dominant to get off on it.
Most guys couldn't handle it - they didn't have the guts to slap Marie in the face and shove her down to her knees, even if she asked. But Nathaniel...
The professor's nonchalance and chilled voice were sending genuine fear through her veins.
The girl had insulted his authority - his ability - in his role as her dominant. While she was right that Nathaniel had held back, Marie should've kept her mouth shut.
If Marie wanted her submission earned, so be it. Nathaniel would earn it... she'll just have to get ruined in the process.
"Stand in front of me," Nathaniel ordered, the sharpness in his voice making Marie tense.
Marie took her place before the professor. He remained composed and collected, leaning back slightly into his chair while swirling his glass of scotch. The iced chattered menacingly through the silence.
He eyed Marie up and down like artwork hanging in a gallery, taking in every second he could of the barely clothed girl standing at his heels. Nathaniel downed the rest of his drink and set it aside on a side table.
"Come here."
Marie only took a few steps forward before Nathaniel's strong arm gripped her waist and pulled her against him. She fell into his lap, straddling him.
Nathaniel didn't kiss her. Instead, he ran his hands all over Marie's body - groping, kneading, massaging every area. He treated it like every inch of Marie was his. Nathaniel trailed from her arms, to her breasts, thighs, ass - everywhere.
He could feel Marie begin to unravel against him. She was beginning to squirm and moan softly, melting against his body with each passing second.
Nathaniel reached behind Marie's back and unclasped her bra with one hand, letting it fall and expose her breasts. A low groan erupted in the back of his throat at the sight.
Feeling impatient, Nathaniel brought his pocket knife out - loving the way Marie flinched from it in his lap. With one deft movement, he clipped Marie's panties off and discarded the material, the blade of the knife enticingly close to Marie's skin.
He anticipated Marie would comment something - thus, Nathaniel immediately held his knife up to her throat. "I don't want to hear a word."
Marie had no choice but to obey.
Nathaniel relished in the sensual moment - of Marie straddling him completely exposed while he remained clothed, absentmindedly playing with his pocket knife in one hand.
Marie fought the urge to lean in closer or shift herself against Nathaniel's hardening erection.
Nathaniel couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the fact he had finally gotten the girl to behave.
"Repeat to me what you said in the elevator, sweetheart." Nathaniel spoke in a mocking tone, the sharp blade in his hand dangerously close to Marie's inner thigh.
Marie swallowed her pride. "I asked you to fuck me like one of your old submissives."
Nathaniel's next words were as cold and sinister as the depths of Hell itself.
"That's the thing, Marie. I don't just fuck - I punish. I ruin."
Their darkened eyes met - mixed with fire and lust and vice.
"And you're going to take all of it."