Marie sunk lower into her steaming bath, which Nathaniel and Theodore had so graciously set up for her, completely overcome with giddiness and bliss.
I mean, she just got fucked by two men.
What more could a girl like her ask for?
While the hot water and bath salts helped soothe Marie's muscles and tension, she figured she'd hop in the shower before returning to Nathaniel, who had a few more things to discuss with Theodore. Marie swiftly cleansed and conditioned her hair thoroughly before scrubbing her skin clean of any remnants of her prior risqué acts.
Drying herself off, Marie couldn't help but compare the woman she saw in the mirror to the girl she was at the beginning of the semester. While on surface-level she still appeared the same - a young, dark-haired college student with her mother's sharp features - Marie knew this same girl had grown immeasurably in maturity and confidence. And love.
Marie slipped into one of Nathaniel's blue button-down shirts she had quietly stolen, which barely covered her like a provocative dress. When she left the bathroom, she found Nathaniel sitting in the living room with another drink in his hand - deep in thought.
"Did Theo leave?" Marie asked quietly, coming up from behind Nathaniel and leaning over the back of the couch to wrap her arms around his chest. She heard and felt his tension immediately soften beneath her touch - one of the many effects the young student had on her over-worked professor.
"Yes, he left." Nathaniel's voice was like velvet to Marie's ears.
Marie pouted. "I didn't get to say bye."
"He came down your throat. That's good enough."
Marie giggled, the sound tickling against Nathaniel's ear as she held him tighter. But her eyes slowly landed on the glass of scotch in the professor's hand.
"How many drinks have you had today, professor," Marie asked, toying with Nathaniel's title.
"This is my third," he admitted. Without hesitation or opposition from Nathaniel, Marie took the still-full glass from his hand and placed it aside. She then made her away around the couch of the living room, taking her true place straddled against the professor's lap.
Nathaniel gave a boy-ish smile. "I like the wet hair."
"I liked tonight."
Nathaniel's smile remained but the look in his eyes shifted. "Don't get used to it."
The professor grabbed Marie's neck and pulled her lips down on his. He made his possession and devotion known through his movements, squeezing her neck at the exact pressure he knew she liked. Marie couldn't help but moan into the kiss, begging for more.
"You're mine," Nathaniel affirmed.
Marie smiled. "I'm yours."
A few moments of quiet intimacy passed. Marie caressed Nathaniel's face, starting by running her fingers through his hair before trailing down his structured facial features. It was moments like these, where Marie could finally slow down and think and feel, that her life felt so surreal.
Marie slowly began feeling a sense of guilt creep up in her. Nathaniel had trusted her with this night in a way she had never reciprocated. Marie figured she should offer a similar arrangement...
"If you want - "
"Shh," Nathaniel quickly hushed. "I've already done it all, Marie. I just want you."
"I feel the same way."
Nathaniel planted a soft kiss on Marie's lip, letting her smile against him.
"Are you worried?" Marie asked in a small voice. She didn't want this to end. For the first time in her life she felt... safe.
Nathaniel dodged the question with sarcasm. "Worried my friends might try to steal you from me? Yes."
Marie sighed. "Nathaniel... are you drunk?"
"I may have had a little more to drink with Theo before he left."
Marie fought the urge to roll her eyes. Men.
"I'm being serious," she urged.
Nathaniel nodded, finally backing down. "It's going to be okay. Theodore and I talked some more while you showered."
The definitive and overly absolute tone of Nathaniel's words didn't sit right with Marie. "About what?"
"Boys talks. I'm sworn to secrecy." Nathaniel stifled a chuckle.
Marie wasn't having it. "Seriously, Nathaniel."
"Fine." The professor pushed a damp strand of hair away from Marie's face. "We talked about you."
The young student immediately opened her mouth to inquire further, slightly taken aback by Nathaniel's answer.
But Marie was stopped by Nathaniel shushing her against her soft lips. "Shh... everything's going to be okay. I promise."
Marie stilled. Promises were only a catalyst for pain and hurt - she couldn't have the professor making such definitive promises he couldn't keep.
"Nathaniel - "
"I said, I promise."
The look on the professor's face made it clear Marie was not to push the issue any further.
"You reminded me - during a time where I needed it the most - what was missing in my life."
"After darkness, I hope for light," Marie repeated Nathaniel's own phrase, her hand resting on his thigh.
"Exactly." Nathaniel's eyes remained intently on Marie's, dark grey against a warmer brown. "As cheesy as it sounds... you are quite literally my light, Marie."
Marie, overcome by either drowsiness or Nathaniel's soft words, let her body nestle into the professor's chest and arms. She smiled as Nathaniel's arms held her close, allowing herself to take in his warmth and unique scent. Unbeknownst to Nathaniel, as dark as his intentions and desires were, he was just as promising a light to her as well.
"Don't do anything stupid."
"Do I look like a stupid man to you?"
Marie stalled. "You look a bit tipsy"
"Let me take you to bed and I'll prove otherwise."
Marie didn't get the chance to even let out a sound. Nathaniel grabbed her and lifted themselves off the couch, letting Marie's legs wrap around his waist as he balanced her against his arms. The young student let out a small yelp in surprise before faltering into a giggle.
Nathaniel carried Marie up the stairs of his loft, stopping by the main bathroom. He set Marie down on the countertop next to the sink, the smooth marble cold against her bare skin.
The professor pulled out an unused toothbrush from a vanity drawer and handed it to Marie. "Brush up while I shower, alright?"
Marie nodded, smiling. It was domestic moments like this that tickled a part of her heart she never imagined anyone ever could.
Nathaniel stripped from his clothes, letting Marie run her hands over his chest and muscles. She pouted at the professor as he pried himself from Marie's grasps, who was unable to hold back a chuckle.
Squeezing some toothpaste on her brush, Marie got to work while gazing through the steamed glass-paned shower and letting her legs dangle off the edge of the countertop. The hot water glided over the professor's toned back and muscles, accentuating his already mouth-watering figure.
Somehow Marie had forgotten about the toothpaste and brush still in her mouth, her hand now still as she almost drooled onto the counter.
"Marie?"
"Hm..."
Nathaniel exited the shower, drying off before wrapping the towel around his waist. He walked up to Marie and rolled his eyes playfully before wiping some of the mint paste off the side of her mouth. Nathaniel grabbed Marie's toothbrush from her hands and pulled her down from the counter, turning her around to face the mirror.
"If you can't do it yourself without getting distracted, I'll do it for you." Nathaniel used one hand to hold Marie's jaw and the other to brush her teeth carefully but thoroughly, making sure to not let any spit or paste fall. Marie let her back melt into Nathaniel's bare chest, allowing the professor to take care of her.
"Open wider," Nathaniel instructed, his eyes on Marie through the mirror.
Marie obliged with a wink... which only earned her a quick smack across the ass.
Ignoring her yelp, the professor rinsed the bristles of the brush and washed any remnants from Marie's mouth. When he looked down at her wet lips and bright eyes, a rush went through Nathaniel's head and heart that could only be compared to the chemical rush of a drug. It made his conversation with Theodore - while Marie was gone - stick with him more...
"Ewww," Marie jokingly cooed as Nathaniel used the same brush for himself, only stopping to add more toothpaste.
Nathaniel nudged Marie, but with his larger frame, almost knocked her completely over. "Do I have to remind you what just happened a few hours ago?"
"No, professor," Marie giggled, wrapping her arms around Nathaniel's waist as he brushed his teeth. He could only shake his head in humor as he looked down at her.
"I noticed you liked it when Theo was... rougher," Nathaniel pointed out, pausing to make sure his words weren't muffled.
Marie sulked. "...Yes."
"I do this because you let me, love," Nathaniel reminded. "I can take more control."
The sound of that put a grin on Marie's face.
As the professor rinsed his mouth, Marie's hands started trailing slightly below and under his towel. She could hear his breath immediately hitch and muscles tense.
"Keep teasing me like that I'll show it to you," Nathaniel warned.
Emboldened, Marie got on her tiptoes and kissed slowly down Nathaniel's neck. A low groan resounded in the back of his throat, which Marie could not only hear but feel from his body to hers.
In a split second, Nathaniel grabbed Marie from the legs, ignoring her surprised gasp and scream. He hoisted her over his shoulder, letting her squirm and struggle all she wanted.
With no gentleness or concern - for now - Nathaniel threw Marie onto the bed of the master bedroom. She writhed from the impact but the professor didn't care. He saw the look in her eyes when he taunted her.
"You wanna fight back, huh?"
"Maybe," Marie giggled. She attempted to make it off the bed, but her attempt was futile. Nathaniel threw her back on, only needing to use a fraction of his weight, and pinned the girl back down.
"Come on, you know I'm so much stronger than you." Nathaniel's deep voice penetrated Marie's thoughts as he held her down, not a single hint of strain in his voice.
Marie would be the first to admit that she was a tough woman - emotionally, mentally, and physically. So finally meeting a man that could handle her in all three capacities... that sent sensations to her heart as well as less innocent places.
"Please," Marie whined, twisting and turning her arms under Nathaniel's strong grasp in vain.
"Please what."
"Please, sir."
"What are you begging for, whore."
Marie winced at the word but Nathaniel saw right through the act with a wicked smile.
In reality, the student loved the demeaning words and tone. It was an odd disposition to find degradation attractive and arousing. The difference was all in the consent. When non-consensual, it's blatant harassment. But for Marie and many others, it was a sense of release. The extremity and tabooness of it all was wickedly alluring.
"Aw, don't like mean words?"
The student's playful yet innocent smile only made Nathaniel was to ruin her more. Cutting Marie's laughter off, he wrapped a hand around her throat with vigor.
"What are you?"
Marie didn't respond, until she got a hard slap to the face.
"Say. It."
Marie submitted. "A whore, sir."
"Who's whore?" Nathaniel demanded, his grip tightening and purposefully making it harder for Marie to respond.
Struggling, she managed to find her words and answer. "Yours, sir."
"That's better."
With his hand now off Marie's throat, Nathaniel watched as the young student regained her ability to breathe. It was the control that really got to the professor - and the student's allowance to submit that to him.
"Open," he ordered.
With Marie's mouth open, Nathaniel gripped her jaw and spit in her mouth - loving the way her eyes lit up from the act.
"Swallow... good girl," Nathaniel praised, sealing it off with a passionate kiss. He planted smaller ones from Marie's mouth to her neck, letting the desperate student gasp and squirm under him.
Nathaniel finally came back up, his mouth to Marie's ear. "I'm not done with you."
Marie could only surrender to Nathaniel's judgment, but there was nothing but lust running through her veins. The professor trailed down her body until his mouth hovered right over Marie's clit. He looked up, into her eyes, one last time to make sure the student knew what was in store.
Nathaniel's mouth and tongue devoured Marie with full expertise and no hesitation. Instinctively from the direct stimulation, Marie moved and attempted to push her legs closer together. But the professor made sure to keep her open, using his broad shoulders to force Marie's legs in place.
"Sir, please, I'm already close," Marie breathlessly groaned. She gripped the satin sheets, her head thrown back and pushing into the pillow from ecstasy.
The professor didn't even bother responding, instead only giving more of what both he and Marie wanted. Seeing Marie's back arched from the bed, eyes fluttering and mouth open, all while her body reacted to his mouth by writhing and twisting - fuck, Nathaniel could stay here forever indulged in her taste.
On the brink of orgasm, Marie's hands found their way through Nathaniel's hair. She couldn't help but make an attempt to push him against her, her body hell-bent on receiving its climax.
Nathaniel was having none of it, immediately grabbing Marie by the wrist from above, pinning them against her, and pushing her harder against the bed to restrain any movement.
Then, he stopped.
"Why should I let you come?" the professor mused. "You were fighting back so much earlier..."
"No, please, sir!" Marie was beyond desperate.
Nathaniel pretended not to listen or care, kissing the inside of Marie's thigh instead. "Hm, what was that?"
"Please."
"Beg."
"Please, I want to come. I'm right there, sir."
The professor shook his head, amused at Marie's whining. "I don't care. Make me believe it."
Marie could only whine more, pathetic pleads and cries escaping her lips. Nathaniel just continued teasing around the area of her clit torturously.
He pulled away. "Do you love me, Marie?"
"Yes." Marie was breathless. "I love you."
Nathaniel slapped the side of Marie's thigh, the sharp pain making her flinch. "Again."
"I love you, sir."
It was these four words that changed the professor's heart and mind for the rest of his lifetime.
Finally, Nathaniel gave Marie the climax she had been on the brink of. She completely let go, tears brimming in her eyes as her body convulsed with pleasure. Nathaniel kept her still, his mouth not leaving her clit until he pushed her to the complete edge - making sure Marie would remember this moment and the words she had spoken to him.
Overcome with tiredness, Marie's body and mind quickly gave into the comfort of the bed. She felt herself sink into the warmth of the comforter as Nathaniel got Marie under the covers.
Before her eyes fluttered shut and she gave into slumber, the professor reminded Marie of one last thing.
"It's you."