It only takes about fifteen minutes to get everything ready. I place the stove on low to keep everything warm, while I go get her. Taking the stairs two at a time, I find her in the room I chosefor her, unpacking her suitcase. "Elsie, dinner is ready. Come down and eat."
"I'm not hungry." she says curtly as she continues to unpack, keeping her back to me.
"You haven't eaten since this morning."
"I said, I'm not hungry," she says, turning toward me. Her lips are tight and I can see that she's ready to argue with me.Nope. Even if she's not going to take care of herself, I'll make sure she does. Basketball is important to her and I'm not letting her deteriorate while we're here. She'll be ready for next season, especially if I have my way.
We stare at each other in a silent standoff, before I make the decision. I walk toward her, my arms go around her waist, and before she's even able to realize what is going on, I quickly throw her over my shoulder. Immediately she begins hitting me in the back with her fists, and I'm not going to lie, she gets me good.
After the first few hits, I smack her ass with my whole hand, demanding, "Stop that. I'm just taking care of you."
"I don't need you to take care of me. I'm a grown woman." She yells as I walk us down the stairs toward the kitchen.
"Well, right now, you're acting like a brat and not doing what a grown woman should do. Especially someone who trains the way you do."
When she hears me speaking the truth, she knows I've got her, shutting her up. She might not be saying anything, but I can feel her stewing.
I place her in a chair at the table, then squat down so she can look me straight in the eye when I say the next thing, "Stay here. I'm going to make you a plate. You will then eat."
Not wanting to hear any type of reply, I turn my back on her, heading toward the stove. Reaching for a plate, I grab some tortillas and begin making her a few tacos. Once I'm finished, I place the plate in front of her, "I know you like tacos, so eat up."
I can tell she wants to say something sassy to me. She wants to tell me off. Every wheel is turning in her head, but she seems to realize it's not worth it, because she focuses on her food. When she takes the first bite and a little moan escapes her mouth for some reason my chest swells with pride, while my cock swells with desire.
Shifting my pants, I hurry to turn back to the kitchen to make my own plate. I'm not ready for her to see me hot for her, outside of the times I'm worshipping her. If she realizes how much power she has over me, I'll befucked, with a capital F.
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?Whothefuckdoes 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.
