Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Elsie
I try to focus on the food in front of me, instead of the bulk of a man who just sat down next to me.
I'm not sure what he did to the food, but man, these taste so good.
I can't help but let out my appreciation with each bite.
Lost in my own head, he breaks my focus when he snaps, "If you keep making those moans, I'm going to put something else in your mouth, giving you a reason to moan like that. "
Did he just say that to me? Who the fuck does he think he is? You know what, I'm going to show him. I don't respond at first, instead, I look him in the eyes while I open my mouth. Matt's knuckles tighten around the plate he's holding to the point I'm not sure if he'll break it or not.
Something about getting this man to react and show emotion fills me with pride and something else. I don't mind that he wants to take care of me, but for some reason he seems to think he can boss me around. I don't think so.
I will show him that no one but me is in charge of Elsie Woods. Keeping my eyes trained on him, I take a huge bite of the taco, and while I'm chewing, I make sure to let out a loud dramatic moan. Even rolling my eyes to the back of my head.
The clatter of his plate, along with the dragging of his chair should've been a warning, but he moves so fast I don't even have time to process what is about to happen next. Matt grabs my hair, tilting my head up at him. In this position he's towering over me.
His brow is furrowed, making his eyes crinkle, and I can see his lips tighten underneath his large beard. For a split second I'm not sure what to expect, then Matt makes another demand of me. "Take out my cock."
The same thing happens to me that always does when he tries to command something of me, my bratty side comes out, and has me whispering, "No."
I try to shake my head at the same time, but the way his hand is in my hair, I'm not able to.
He doesn't say anything to me. Instead, he just stares at me as his other hand comes around to the front of his pants.
I'm transfixed as I watch him unbutton his own pants.
Before going further, his deep voice washes over me, "Elsie, if I have to take out my own cock, you won't like the punishment I'll give you. "
A small smirk graces my lips at his words.
Taking a moment to decide what I want to do, because I'm split right down the middle.
One half of me wants to be his good girl and see what he has to give me, but the other part of me wants to show him that he's not always in control.
Also, what kind of punishment would he give me?
He says I wouldn't like it, but something tells me… I just might.
Matt seems to see through me, like always, and can tell I'm weighing my options. This time it's his turn to give a little smirk, before he bends over mumbling in my ear, "Come on, Elsie, be my good girl and take my cock out."
He's got me right there. My hands go to his waistband, fingers trembling as I pull down his zipper.
The moment the tines are separated, his cargo pants fall, leaving him in his very tight, black boxer briefs.
But what I really see is how they are plastered to his cock.
His very large cock. One that I'm not sure I'll be able to fit in my mouth.
"Don't worry, baby girl, it will fit." He says as if he's reading my mind, before putting his thumb on my lip. I'm not sure what to think, before he's pushing down on my lip. My body listens to him before I'm even able to, opening my mouth without any resistance.
"I need you to pull down my boxers now, baby girl," he instructs, releasing my lip.
This time I don't fight him, grabbing ahold of the waist band of his boxers, I pull them down until his cock springs out from beneath them.
And I know this is a weird thing to say, but it's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.
That's not something I've ever thought about with any other man.
Not being able to hold back, I lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on the head.
Matt lets out a little sigh, grabbing my attention. I look up at him, and he's looking back at me with the softest expression I've ever seen.
"You are such a perfect baby girl," he sighs once more.
The need to please him becomes really strong, making me engulf his cock with my mouth, taking him as far as I can down my throat, making Matt groan even louder.
His hand tightens in my hair, spurring me on, I continue to slide him in and out of my mouth.
Drool begins to slide down my chin the faster I go, before he can go too far, he steps back, his cock falling out, along with a string of saliva.
"What did I do wrong?" I ask him, my voice going up at the end, feeling a little neurotic at the thought that he wasn't enjoying it. I mean he was making so many noises, he had to have liked it.
Matt must've read the anxiety building up within me because he replies quickly, "Nothing was wrong, baby. I just don't want the first time I come inside you to be down your throat."
My shoulders slump in relief, but his words give me a little bit of confidence too. "Where do you want to come?"
"With your fucking pussy wrapped around my cock." he replies right away.
Those words make me feel like a queen, bold and strong. I stand up from the chair, then I say, "You have to catch me first." Before taking off, running as fast as I can toward the stairs.
My pulse kicks up when I hear his footsteps behind me, taking the stairs two at a time, I hear him taunt, "You can run, baby girl, but I will always catch you."
I let out a chuckle. But the jokes on me, right before I'm about to cross the threshold of my bedroom, large hands wrap around me, throwing me up over his shoulder. "Got you, baby girl. Now I get to do unspeakable things to you," he vows. And I find myself praying that he does exactly that.