Eliezer’s Ange by Eden Auclair
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cassiopeia is twenty-two
she is a second-year masters in university
“Eliezer, hi.” Cassiopeiaopened her loft’s door and greeted him with stars glistening in her eyes and crimson-stained cheeks.
“Evening.” Eliezer stepped inside and closed her door before wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, and pressing a chaste kiss to her temple.
“Hello,” she said breathlessly with a full-blown smile. Eliezer pulled away slightly and stared down at her with a look of pure adoration as she looked up at him with eyes alight with warmth and love. He chuckled at her elated, yet flustered expression, and a nervous giggle bubbled out of her as she buried her face in his chest.
“How are you?” Cassiopeia smiled, feeling the familiar rumble of his chest as he spoke.
“I’m okay.” Her soft, angelic voice was music to Eliezer’s ears.
“Ready for our trip, ange?”
She nodded enthusiastically, picking up her head and staring at him with bright eyes. “I just have a few things left to pack.”
“You don’t have to rush, our flight isn’t until midnight and it’s only 22:16. We have time, I only came now because I’ve finished packing and I’m ready and if you needed help, I wanted to be here for you.” With you, he chuckled nervously, rubbing the nape of his neck
“I’ll make you a peach hibiscus a-”
Cassiopeia shrieked and his eyes widened. “Yes, please, iloveyou, I’ll make a coffee for you too,” she said excitedly knowing he drank it at all hours. “Shoot, I still have to pack my essentials,” she rambled to herself, which Eliezer found adorable.
“Breathe, Cassiopeia.” Eliezer chuckled, hoping to hide the shiver that those three little words elicited in his body.
“How long is the flight to Japan again?”
“As I was saying before...” He said with mock disappointment and she smiled cheekily, “I want to get to the jet by 23:30 the latest, which means we should leave here around five past 23:00. Our flight is twenty-five hours and fifty-five minutes with two stops. So we’ll land in Tokyo around two hundred hours Thursday.” Cassiopeia nodded, practically bouncing with excitement for this trip, especially since it was summer and they would be staying for a week.
“We’ll be flying for an entire day?” Cassiopeia questioned with wide eyes filled with wonder and awe.
Eliezer chuckled, nodding, “I fought Aurele to fly us over faster, but it seems the old man has taken a liking to you, favoring you over me and anything I have to say,” Eliezer grumbled under his breath. “He goes, ‘the lady is coming along is she not? I’ve learned my dear Cassiopeia loves the long flights the most, so because I want to give the lady a relaxing flight, I will take any route I see fit,’ and he huffed and walked away from me. He walked away from me! He’s never done that to me until you came along.” He frowned.
“Aw, I love Aurele, he’s the sweetest.” She giggled. “I can’t wait for the flight.” She squealed happily, and Eliezer sighed with a smile. “But are you jealous, Eliezer, that Aurele loves me more?” She teased. “Are you sad, angry, that you, the most powerful and unstoppable Eliezer Badeaux...” Cassiopeia was kissing his feet and she knew it, finding it amusing—the darkening of his eyes and his slow-growing smirk. She tip-toed and leaned into him, “Are losing your power?” She delivered her final blow, the words leaving her lips like the ghost of the words. And she laughed hysterically when his face fell.
“Do you need some ice for-”
“Ah!” She yelped when Eliezer picked her up in his arms and pinned her against the wall in her living room.
“Oh, Eliezer.” Her hands went around his neck as she whimpered pleasurably.
“‘Oh, Eliezer,’ is right.” He grunted in a husky voice, his hands tightly gripping onto either side of her waist. “You want to repeat that for me?”
“Elie- Eliezer.” Her bold voice faltered to a breathless moan when she felt him kissing down the column of her neck ever so lightly. He didn’t stop until he reached her collarbone, only visible because of her low-cut lace bodysuit. In short, Cassiopeia felt utterly drunk off his kisses. They left her breathless and lightly trembling against him and her hands were clasped together tightly behind his neck. His lips rewrote poetry in whispers against her, barely brushing her skin.
“Please,” she begged softly for more. His hands trailed down her body and found the soft skin of her thighs and her head fell back as she let out another moan feeling him softly bite her neck, sucking harshly.
“Ethereal little princesse.” Eliezer growled out, momentarily pulling away from her to stare at the beauty latched onto him—her head thrown back against the titanium white wall of her loft, eyebrows knitted closely together, wild eyes fluttering and her plush cherry lips softly parted.
“Why did you stop?” You always stop, she groaned, tilting her head down after a few moments of feeling the absence of him and missing his lips against her skin. Her wild eyes met his and stayed locked with his sapphire irises. Up close, she could see the beauty in them with the specks of forest green mixed in with his otherwise dark blue eyes. A much darker ring surrounded his irises, but his sapphire eyes, though bafflingly light at the moment, were dressed with thick black lashes like dusted soot brushing against the top of his cheeks. His deep and throaty chuckle broke her out of her thoughts, halting her from memorizing every detail and contour of his face. Slowly, he walked backward until the back of his legs hit the creamy suede loveseat she had and he fell into it.
“Hello, belle.” He chuckled, seeing her wide eyes filled with surprise and clutched onto him tighter in fear of falling before. A knowing smirk crept on his lips and she froze for a second before rolling her eyes and playfully shoving his shoulder.
His smirk only grew and Cassiopeia groaned again. “You’re so cheeky, Eliezer.” She rushed to hide her rosy cheeks in the crook of his neck. “I didn’t know, okay? Plus, I was maybe a tiny bit drunk.”
Eliezer laughed throatily. “A tiny bit?”He threw his head back in laughter. “I found it endearing, really.
“Don’t ever hide from me. Vous êtes magnifique quand vous rougissez.”
You are beautiful when you blush.
The words of his mother tongue left his lips smoothly and she couldn’t help but feel a certain warmth pool deep in the pit of her stomach. She adored him speaking in French, for every time he did, the words rolled off his tongue like soft silk despite not speaking or understanding the language. She intertwined their hands together on either of their sides on the loveseat before leaning in and kissing him softly on his cheek.
“Je veux plus, mon amour.”
I want more, my love.
Eliezer couldn’t help but grunt quietly in pleasure. His hands clenched her tightly, not once thinking of the repercussions of holding her too tight. All his mind could focus on was the fact that she was kissing him, letting her lips leave gooseflesh in their wake as she moved her lips along his jawline and slowly down the defined column of his neck. And Christ did his body ache for her—her touch, and her love.
“Eliezer.” His name became lost in a sweet moan leaving her lips as he harshly pulled his hands from hers and grasped her waist in a bone-crushing hold.
“Vous serez ma mort, mon ange,” he murmured.
You will be the death of me, angel.
His fingers bit into her flesh through her bodysuit, crushing her against his body so there was absolutely no space between them. Her head rested against his shoulder and he wondered if she could feel what she did to his body. She was sitting on top of his full-mast cock and he could feel her just slightly move her hips in rather the most delectable and delicate way if he hadn’t been so hard. Eliezer breathed ruggedly as he felt Cassiopeia undoing the button of his dark purple dress shirt.
“I love this color on you, Mr. Badeaux,” she said sultrily, stopping at the button and lifting up her head as her hands went to his shoulders. “But I love it even more off of you.” Eliezer sucked in a harsh breath, realizing Cassiopeia was the one pulling the strings; he might have been the one to light the fire between them, but she had certainly taken the reins. He felt that merely one little touch from her and he’d crumble, he’d fall utterly to his knees and she’d have him at her mercy. Cassiopeia Leilani the seductress was enticing and enthralling all the same and the more Eliezer saw, the more he fell for her. He hissed softly, for hearing her call him his last name so coyly aroused him even more, making him worry he’d lose all control and, irrespective of the repercussions, drown in temptation. Another hiss left his lips when she felt her soft lips pressing against the skin of his exposed chest.
“Cassiopeia,” Eliezer said through gritted teeth when she began nibbling softly. Eliezer couldn’t help the small grunts and groans leaving him as she continued her ministrations.
“Eliezer.” She rasped knowingly with a provocative smile etched on her lips.
“Sanglant vixen.”
Bloody vixen.
He murmured as his fingers lightly trailed the length of her arm, eliciting gooseflesh on her silky skin, before they found their way back to the small of her back, resting one underneath the other.
Eliezer smirked devilishly at her, making her eyebrows crinkle as she kept her eyes locked with his. And then, ever so slowly, he thrust his hips up, grinding against her just where he wanted. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted softly. A needy moan left her lips and she fell back, feeling a desire she hadn’t ever felt before taking control of her body and if it weren’t for his hands resting on the small of her back, she might’ve just fallen back completely.
He growled once she regained what little control she had left and locked eyes with his. Her hooded gaze drove him absolutely insane.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” His throaty voice sent sparks of desire through her body, making her desperately crave a release. She barely processed his question, only nodding her head and moaning softly with scrunched brows and her jaw ajar when he thrust his hips into hers once more. A wicked grin slowly grew on her face moments later and his eyes filled with amusement as he watched her closely. His hands left her back and went behind his head, and that was his mistake.
Cassiopeia struck again, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into him, letting their breaths dance together and grinding slowly and sensually against his cock through his trousers. His lust-filled irises and parted lips gave her the little push she needed to continue mercilessly, feeling the pressure build up deep in the pit of her stomach. A prideful feeling bloomed in her chest hearing the soft, yet raspy moan she elicited from the back of his throat.
“Cassiopeia.” His voice took on a begging tone for her to stop because he felt himself too close to a release, in his fucking boxers. But she knew the game she was playing and she was playing it well.
“Cassiopeia!” He yelled thunderously, feeling his vision clouding with stars. “Cass-” Her name died on his lips as she pulled away just as he was about to come.
“Merde.” He hissed, seeing her now biting her lips with her arms crossed over her chest as she stood on her own two feet in front of him.
“Darling.” His tone was malicious and his nostrils flared. Cassiopeia only smiled innocently.
“Something the matter, meu coração?” She arched an eyebrow, her smile only widening when she saw him at a loss for words.
“Baby girl...” His eyes darkened.
“Ange, vixen, darling, baby girl, you’re full of nicknames tonight aren’t you, baby?” Her eyes twinkled. That’s it. She’s the devil reincarnated. Eliezer stood up and her eyes felt on the bulge in his trousers.
“Oh, meu! Look at the time. I have to finish packing and get dressed.” She chimed over-enthusiastically. His jaw clenched and he stepped towards her, but before he could wrap his arm around his waist, she took off sprinting in the direction of her bedroom and the loft was filled with her full-blown laughter.
“Bon Dieu.” He hissed, falling back into his seat as her laugh aroused him even more. His body burned with desire, craving Cassiopeia, desperately. And he promised himself he’d soon fulfill his craving all whilst pleasuring her, taking her to heights she’d never before felt; he’d ravish her.
In time.
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“Eliezerrrr,” Cassiopeia whined in the passenger seat. The man in question wanted to chuckle at the cute pout tugging at her lips as he watched her out of the corner of his eyes. But he kept a blank expression on his face and flickered his eyes back onto the road. They were driving to his jet and he had been giving her the silent treatment since she came out of her bedroom, rolling her suitcase behind her with her backpack hanging off her shoulder. He was taken aback by her earlier seduction, putting him in a trance. It was a masterpiece from a museum watching her pull the strings. It was everything he spent his nights lying awake thinking of.
But he was angry too, and he wasn’t sure what infuriated him more—Cassiopeia bringing him to a high and stopping before he could reach it, or her outfit which he deemed ‘too sexy’ for business, much less a flight. With a sheer and shimmering bodysuit with over-exaggerated bell sleeves and the back being an unruly low v-cut and a tight-fitting lace pencil skirt that accentuated her ass, Cassiopeia left almost nothing to his imagination, driving him mad out of his own mind while he drove. He hadn’t been with another woman since the moment he locked eyes with her wintry irises in that twenty-four-seven grocery shop, only using his hand for the past four years, imagining it was her lips, or her tight, warm-
“Eliezer.” Cassiopeia’s wobbly voice snapped him from his sinful thoughts and Eliezer almost laughed hearing her on the verge of crying. Deciding to put some of his misery and hers to ease, he moved his right hand from the center console and onto her exposed thigh. She gasped, feeling a fire kindle and resonate within her body. And the soft sound escaping her lips alone was enough to make him grit his teeth and clench his jaw. He was so close, too close, to losing every last ounce of control that he had.
§
The girl sighed as she fell back into a creamy leather seat in the jet with her eyes fixated on her phone as she put in her Airpods and pressed play on Clouds by Traces. Eliezer was still giving her the silent treatment, only murmuring an urgent ‘go, ange,’ for her to enter the jet while he grabbed their suitcases and rolled them aboard. She figured he went to the luggage room of the jet to set their luggage in and decided to drift to the sleep her body was slowly succumbing to.
But her eyes snapped open just moments later as her body felt his presence enter the cabin. She watched him closely as he moved around skillfully, taking out a bottle of white wine and a pristine wine glass from a cabinet, not waiting on their attendant. He poured himself a little less than half a glass of his 1811 Chateau d’Yquem wine before putting the bottle back on the shelf and taking a seat across from Cassiopeia with his eyes set on her.
Eliezer simply stared at her, admiring her and sipping his wine as he memorized her curled-up body and her tired, yet wide eyes. He decided then that she had never been more ethereal.A frown tugged at her lips as he stayed quiet, only raking his eyes hungrily over her. Talk to me, she wanted to scream, beg even. Instead, she broke her gaze from his perfectly sculpted face and cast her eyes out the window beside her.
“Cassiopeia.” Eliezer’s deep baritone voice barely caught her before her eyes fully closed, and please by Chelsea Cutler and Jeremy Zucker lulled her into a deep sleep. Cassiopeia was succumbing too deeply to her melancholic feelings always clouding her mind and heart and she had her music blaring in her ears, it was a wonder she even heard Eliezer.
“Yes?” She questioned tiredly in a soft voice. Her wintry grays, equally as tired as her voice, met his sapphire ones as she looked at him through her lashes. Eliezer felt pain of his own, prickling at his heart.
“Come here, mon bel ange,” he said huskily. A speck of elation sparked in her eyes and though hesitant at first, she slowly rose from her seat and made her way to him after setting her sleek cell and Airpods on the mini white ceramic table next to the seat. Eliezer’s eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of her skirt that had so deliciously, yet dangerously ridden up.
“Forgive me,” he looked up at her once she stood before him, “for saddening you, mon amour,” his hands found her waist and he pulled her between his parted legs. “Vous me rendez fou.”
You drive me crazy.
His hands trailed down her body, lingering a bit longer on the plump curve of her ass as they held each other’s gazes.
“I… I,” she stuttered for words. His touch was searing and crimson-stained her cheeks. “Eliezer, y-”
“Eliezer!” She shrieked incredulously when Eliezer caught her by surprise, throwing her over his shoulder.
“Ces vêtements, ma chérie.”
These clothes, darling.
He made a ‘tsk-tsk’ sound with his tongue. “Vous feront obtenir une punition, bébé.”
Will make you get punished, baby.
He smacked her ass lightly, eliciting a gasp from her. He began walking, in whichever direction Cassiopeia couldn’t tell and moments later, she heard a door close.
“Elie?” Her voice trembled as did her thighs once he gently threw her on the edge of the bed and hoisted her legs on his shoulders. She stared up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks whilst he stared down at her with dark and hungry eyes as if he were a beast, ready to devour his dinner.
“Yes, Cassiopeia?” He taunted as he kissed and nipped the tendon right above her ankle. She could only gasp in shock, suddenly clutching the bed comforter in her hands. He chuckled seeing the arousal swirling in her irises and he began kissing up her leg, to her calf, licking and biting. His teeth grazed against the tendons at the back of her knee, eliciting a soft moan from her and she just couldn’t stop the quiver of her body. He only smirked, continuing in spreading her legs as he stood between them.
“More, please.” Cassiopeia became lost in the lust, making her shamelessly beg. He licked the corner of his lips so erotically before lowering his face and pressing feathery and lingering kisses until he reached the most tender part of the inside of her thighs. Eliciting a rather tumultuous and mellifluous moan from her, her back arched off the bed as he continued his assault of sucking and licking her silky skin. A whimper left her lips from his sudden absence when he pulled away and an arrogant smirk curled lips. His eyes greedily raked over the marks he left on her skin.
“Christ,” he rasped out, taking her legs off his shoulders with new plans in mind. Immediately, Cassiopeia shifted back into the bed, biting her lip and staring at him through her lashes. He chuckled lightly, crawling onto the bed himself until he was nearly on top of her, only holding himself up by balancing himself on his arms on either side of her head. He leaned into her, dangerously close, while she stayed frozen in her spot with her eyes merely focused on his lip. Their breaths danced together as he inched closer and closer and her eyes fluttered closed as she lifted her head off the pillow just slightly And their lips merely brushed-
“Mr. Badeaux? Ms. Leilani?”
Cassiopeia’s eyes snapped open. Only to find Eliezer’s glaring irises on her.
“What the fuck?” He growled angrily and she only whined softly from their sudden interruption as her head fell back on the pillow. The flight attendant just had to come this very moment didn’t she, she thought sarcastically.
“Mr. Bade-”
“What the fuck do you want?” He rudely cut off the voice on the other side of the door in an irritated tone.
“Be nice!” Cassiopeia whisper-yelled, smacking him lightly on the chest.
“Sorry,” he muttered, sounding and looking equally unapologetic as he rolled his eyes.
“I-I’m here to…” Her voice was drowned out by Eliezer’s sharp sigh and the expletives he strung out, one after the other, unsubtly so, as he rolled out of the bed.
Huffing, he went to the suite’s door, leaning against it and crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes fell upon Cassiopeia, who was still laying cozily in the bed with half-mast eyes and an innocent smile. Just like a little house cat. He grinned. His eyes lingered with longing on her exposed creamy thighs against the white comforter and he cursed himself. He felt himself already painfully aroused, painfully hard in his dress pants, and he couldn’t bring himself to detach his eyes from his beauty.
This was going to be a long flight,he internally grunted and cursed in the four languages he knew.