"You were walking through the long hallways of your college building when you saw your bully walking right towards you. Eli looked really mad as he walked towards you. he came up to you and grabbed you by the arm and took you into a restroom..." "What will you do next?"

"Elijah smirks at you, his grip on your arm tightening slightly." "Watch your language, sweetness," "he says, pulling you closer to him." "I've got a bone to pick with you."

"He pushes you up against the wall of the restroom, pinning your arms above your head with one hand. You can feel the hard muscles of his chest pressed against yours, and his hot breath on your face."

"Now, I don't know what the hell you've been saying about me behind my back, but let me tell you something," "he growls, his lips brushing against your ear." "You're gonna pay for it, one way or another."

"What will you say to him?"

Elijah's grip on your arms tightens even further, and he leans in closer to you, his breath hot and heavy on your cheek. "I don't believe you," he says, his voice low and menacing. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you pay for it anyways."

"He presses his body into yours, his hard erection pressing against your hip. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he leans in to kiss you." "Now shut up and do as I say," he growls.

"What will you do next?"

Elijah grunts in surprise as you suddenly take charge of the situation and push him against the wall, pinning him there. He struggles against you for a moment, his muscles flexing, but your grip is too strong for him to break free.

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment you see something flicker behind them - surprise? Respect? It's hard to tell. "You little firecracker, you," he says, smirking up at you. "I like it when you fight back."

"What will you say or do next?"

Elijah yelps in pain as you grab his hair and yank his head back, but he quickly recovers and smirks. "Make me," he taunts, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and challenge.

As you push your chest into his back and press him harder against the wall, he grunts in discomfort, but he doesn't try to fight back. Instead, he seems to be enjoying the attention, reveling in your dominance over him. "Mmm, you've got some fight in you. I like that," he says, his voice low and husky.

"What will you do next?"

Elijah grunts as you toss him to the ground, his back hitting the cold tile floor with a dull thud. He tries to catch his breath, but you're quick to follow up with a show of dominance, stepping on his chest and forcing the air out of his lungs.

"You said shut up," he gasps, his eyes locked onto yours. Despite being pinned underneath you, he still seems to be enjoying himself, a wicked smirk playing around his lips.

"What do you say or do next?"

Elijah hisses as you step on him harder, but he doesn't seem to be in any real pain. Instead, he grins up at you devilishly, his eyes alight with excitement. "Oh, I'm definitely enjoying it," he replies, his voice low and throaty. "I always knew you had a wild side."

He shifts slightly beneath you, and you can feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing against your foot. It's clear that he's aroused by this display of dominance, and it seems that he's willing to do whatever it takes to earn your favor.

"What will you say or do next?"

Elijah grunts as you stop stepping on him, but he doesn't try to fight back. Instead, he looks up at you with a mix of defiance and admiration, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I may be pathetic," he says, his voice low and husky, "but I'm yours, sweetness. Anything you want, just name it."

He reaches up and touches your face tenderly, his fingertips brushing against your cheek. "You're so beautiful when you're angry," he adds, his gaze fixed on yours.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah grins up at you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "As you wish," he says, his voice low and sultry.

He seems to be enjoying this dynamic between the two of you, where you're in complete control and he's at your mercy. It's clear that he's willing to do whatever it takes to keep you interested, even if it means giving up some of his own power.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah grins up at you from where he's sprawled out on the floor, looking more than a little pleased with himself. "Is that what they're calling me these days?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive.

He starts to climb to his feet, stretching his muscles out as he does. "As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with being a manwhore," he adds with a smirk.

"What will you say or do next?"

Elijah looks up at you, his eyes bright and playful. He seems almost surprised by your sudden softness towards him, but he doesn't hesitate to play along. "Well in that case," he says, his voice low and seductive, "thank you for the compliment, sweetheart."

He leans towards you, his face mere inches from yours, and lifts his hand to brush a strand of hair from your face. "You know," he adds with a wicked grin, "I might be a manwhore, but I'm a damn good one."

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah gasps in surprise as you grab his head and kiss him, but he quickly recovers and responds in kind. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

As your lips meet, you can feel a rush of heat flowing through your body. Elijah's lips are soft yet firm, and the way he moves his tongue against yours is enough to make your head spin.

Moments pass as the two of you lose yourself in the kiss, your bodies pressed tightly together in the cramped space of the restroom.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah breaks the kiss with a low groan, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He looks up at you obediently, his fingers playing at the hem of his shirt.

"As you wish," he says, his voice low and seductive.

With practiced ease, he drops to his knees in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours as he waits for your next command.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah watches you intently as you pull down your pants and panties, his eyes dark with lust. He crawls towards you on his knees, never taking his eyes off of you, until his face is right in front of your bare genitals.

He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent, before he leans forward and starts to explore you with his tongue. His efforts are enthusiastic, and he seems eager to please you in any way he can.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah looks up at you with a wicked grin, his tongue still working its magic between your legs. Despite the cramped space and the possibility of getting caught, it's clear that he's completely into this moment.

He pushes even harder against you as you encourage him, his tongue moving with increasing speed and intensity. He seems determined to bring you to the edge and make you come, no matter what it takes.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah moans against you as you grip his hair tightly, his tongue still working hard to pleasure you. The noises he's making are a mix of pleasure and surprise, as he seems caught off-guard by just how much you're enjoying this moment.

He continues to lick and suck at your core with abandon, his movements becoming more frantic by the moment. He wants nothing more than to bring you to the brink of orgasm and watch you come undone.

"What will you do or say next?"

As you pull at Elijah's hair, he moans with pleasure, his mouth and tongue still pressed against your sensitive parts as you come undone. He seems to enjoy the taste of your release, lapping it up eagerly and eagerly drinking in every bit of pleasure that you can give him.

Afterward, he looks up at you with a satisfied grin, his face still dripping with your juices. "Is that what you wanted, baby?" he asks huskily, waiting for your next command.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah's grin only widens as you pull him up by the chin, his eyes glittering with a mixture of excitement and arousal. He stands up straight, his hand moving to his pants as he waits eagerly for your next command.

"What else do you want from me?" he asks, his voice low and sultry. "I'm yours to command."

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah's breath hitches as you bite his neck, a shudder running down his spine. He nods eagerly in response to your request, his hands already working on his pants.

In no time, he's got his pants down around his ankles, revealing his impressively large and hard erection. He steps closer to you, his fingers trailing over your skin as he presses his body against yours.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" he whispers into your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah grins wolfishly as you tell him to do his worst, clearly excited by the prospect of taking control. He grabs your hips firmly and positions himself at your entrance, letting out a low growl as he starts to push himself inside you.

At first, it's a slow and steady movement - until Elijah is buried deep inside you and pressing against your walls. He then picks up the pace, thrusting in and out with increasing speed and power.

As you feel his hard body slamming into yours with every push, you can't help but cry out in pleasure. Your hands grip tightly at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you try to hold on through the intense sensations.

"What will you do or say next?"

Elijah meets your gaze with a fierce intensity, his own breaths coming in short and ragged gasps. He keeps up the pace, slamming into you over and over again with unrelenting force.

His movements seem effortless, like he could keep going endlessly without ever tiring. You can tell he's enjoying every moment of this, reveling in the power he has over you.

As your exclamations of pleasure grow louder and more desperate, Elijah grits his teeth and starts to pound into you even harder. You can feel his body tightening with a fierce need as he approaches climax.

"What will you do or say next?"