Eliezer’s Ange by Eden Auclair
XXII
cassiopeia is twenty-two
she is a second-year masters in university
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Cassiopeia knocked rather softly on Eliezer’s door with her agenda and manila folders in hand. She was bubbling with excitement, having struck a grand deal with Házel, and couldn’t wait to tell him. She waited a few moments for his deep voice to say ‘come in.’
Inside his office, Eliezer sat leaning back in his chair behind his desk. His painfully erected cock was free from its restraints of his boxers and trousers and his hand was wrapped around his appendage. He couldn’t get Cassiopeia out of his mind and his electrifying fingertips still kindled with an ardent fire from touching her this morning.
“Ange.” He grunted with closed eyes as he pumped himself and imagined her lips. He mentally thanked himself for making his office soundproof from the inside. Though with each stroke and each pump and every word that left his mouth between French and English, he missed the soft knocks that belonged to the only woman taunting his mind this very moment to come.
“Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia,” he chanted in a low voice, feeling ready to let go, but-
“Christ, what is wrong with this man,” Cassiopeia murmured, twisting the knob softly and entering his office and quietly shutting it behind her. And then her eyes flickered over to him with a bright smile.
“Elie- AH.” Her shriek pierced the air and her notebooks tumbled to the ground. Eliezer froze and his eyes snapped open. And cut to her direction. His lips softly parted and his eyes darkened as he caught sight of the one and only.
“Cassiopeia.” His eyebrow arched perfectly and his lips tugged into a smirk. Meanwhile, she was paralyzed, a beetroot-red blushing mess, from her neck to her face; everywhere was flushed.
“Elie-Eliezer” He watched her larynx move as she swallowed nervously. “I’m sorry,” she rushed out. Had she heard that it was her name I was calling? Moaning? Had she heard how absolutely fucking mad she drove me? Eliezer’s mind was racing as he stared at his frozen ange.
“God, I’m so sorry.” She whispered, inexplicably embarrassed with her eyes still horrifically widened.
“Cassiopeia.” He breathed calmly, lifting his hand from his painfully hard erection. She couldn’t hide the fact that she had been utterly entranced by Eliezer and his impressive length. His fingers glistening with his liquids enticed her, that much was evident when she licked her lips and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. He grunted, feeling himself harden even more if that was even possible, and she snapped out of her trance.
“Eliezer, please…” fuck me, “forgive me,” she said slowly, shaking her head slightly to clear her mind before swiveling on her heels and bending over to pick up her things. Eliezer swore in his mind. He wanted to see her lustrous irises filled with desire for him. He wanted to see how she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. A low growl escaped his lips when her trembling exhales sent blood right to his cock. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up and bring her to his desk. He wanted to rip her top off and bend her over. Feast on the sight of her red lace bra-clad breasts pressing against his desk while he wrapped his hand around her throat with his thumb in between her plump lips as she sucked and swirled her tongue. Meanwhile, his other hand would bite into the flesh of her generous curves through her skirt and he’d grind his cock against that full ass of hers. He’d have her whimpering, begging him to fuck her raw just as he wanted to do to her.
God, he is gorgeous, a voice hissed in her head. Sculpted by God himself. Cassiopeia didn’t know where her racy thoughts came from, but in the very next moment, thoughts of Eliezer thrusting his very well gifted length inside of her while she begged for more and more clouded her mind. Jesus, how does he walk with that thing? It had to be seven inches. Her eyes widened. Christ, what is wrong with me? She shook her head slightly.
“Fucking hell.” Eliezer whispered as his eyes fell upon her lace red panties peeking through the small parting of her legs since she was on her knees, still gathering her stuff with trembling hands. Like the dishonorable man he was, his tongue flicked out, wetting his lips as his eyes stayed fixated on the one place he wanted to devour before tracing the curve of her ass. He rose up to his towering height, pulling up his boxers and covering his cock one-handedly, as well as his dress pants, however, leaving the zipper and button undone. He turned to lay his eyes on his woman, he watched as she breathed out shakily, slowly standing back up.
“Cassiopeia,” he growled, storming over to her. The girl in question spun around on her heels and her eyes widened seeing the brooding man taking thunderous steps toward her with a dark and promising glint in his eyes. With each step he made closer to her, her feet faltered tiny steps back. Until, of course, she backed into the wall. Her eyes shined with an inviting sheen of lust and she involuntarily bit her lip when he all but snatched the notebooks and files from her hold, shoving them on the shelf of the bookshelf next to them.
With his fingers still covered in his come, he brushed his thumb against her quivering lips and smeared the remnants on his other fingers on her cheek as he cupped her jaw. Her eyes darkened erotically and he smirked when her breaths came out as soft pants. “I want to see my come on your tongue, baby,” he rasped, pushing his thumb past her lips and she met his gaze coyly.
“Fuck,” he groaned.“You filthy fucking girl.” His eyes darkened until they were nearly black when she eagerly sucked his thumb and moaned. She gasped breathlessly as he pinned her wrists to the door above her head with his other hand. He glowered over her, loving how she tilted her head up for their eyes to clash.
“Enough.” He bellowed, snatching his thumb from her mouth, the swirling of her tongue having a direct effect on his cock. “Greedy girl,” he hummed appreciatively when she whimpered from the loss.
“My sweet, little ange,” he teased her with his lips brushing against her earlobe with every word. She couldn’t think properly, she could hardly keep up with him for the very next moment, his searing breath left the column of her neck and his face was right in front of hers. Their lips were mere centimeters apart and their erratic breaths danced together. His hold on her wrists tightened while his other hand trailed down the length of her body, reaching her full ass and letting his fingers bite into the flesh there. Eliezer groaned, feeling her perky breasts against his chest through their clothes with every breath she took.
“Eliezer, please,” she begged softly as her eyes fluttered closed and she arched her back.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his eyes tracing every soft feature of hers. She merely thrust her hips against his erection, moaning mellifluously. He growled, moving his hands to her hips, pinning them with a bruising hold. Her hands immediately found his luscious hair, threading through and tugging hard. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him with dark, lust-filled irises and a pout settled on her lips. She craved Eliezer so deeply and the past four years had been their slow-burning foreplay. She needed him now.
“Kiss me,” she whimpered.
Those were the mere words Eliezer needed before he let go of everything—every ounce of gentleness he held for his woman. He wasted no time in crashing his lips against her in a demanding and passionate kiss. Their tastes fused together—of scotch and peach tea. Soft moans came from the back of her throat when his tongue ran across the seam of her lips, begging for her permission to enter.
“Elie- mhm,” she mewled when he took her bottom lip between his lips and bit softly. Her lips parted and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Fuck, she tasted so sweet. She moaned as his warm tongue explored every inch of her mouth and speared with her tongue. Sheer, heady arousal pooled deep in her stomach when his lips left hers and found the soft shell of her ear and column of her neck, leaving her a mess of moans and soft whimpers.
“More.” She begged to the ceiling with her head tilted up and her brows scrunched together. He found her sweet spot just below her ear and he smirked against her skin, biting and sucking harshly. Cassiopeia began pushing his blazer off his shoulders and pushing her palms against his taut chest, making his steps falter backward and pull her along with him. She is divine. Eliezer’s shoulders shook with silent chuckles seeing her so needy and lost in lust.
“Cassiopeia.” He groaned when she nipped along his jawline. Each second burned into the other and in the very next moment, Eliezer had her bending over his desk with his blazer strewn across the floor—the sight being one he had wished for so many times since knowing her.
“This is all you.” He glowered tauntingly, grinding his cock against her ass.
“Eliezer!” She all but screamed when he spanked her. Her hands clasped together in front of her while his other fisted her hair and pulled her head up.
“Please kiss me,” she said breathlessly. He more than happily granted her wish, pulling her lips in for a sweet kiss and continuing his sinful ministrations against her ass.
He grabbed her hips and spanked her again before massaging her with his palm through her skirt. His hand left her ass then and trailed up her body, finding its way underneath her top and cupping her full breasts and teasing her tightened buds; all the while he kept a hold on her hair and kissed her fervently. In one slick movement, Eliezer pulled her up to her full height and pressed his lips along the column of her neck, adding another hickey to join the ones he’d already left, and spun her around. Her dilating wintry irises clashed with his smoldering sapphire ones and he picked her up, setting her on the edge of his desk.
“Eliezer!” She gasped when she caught sight of herself in his full-length mirror in the corner and saw the collection of dark purple flowers littering her clavicle and just above her cleavage. Insatiable man! When did he have time to do that?
“You haven’t seen the worst of it,” he chuckled lightly, pressing his lips to hers again; this time he didn’t need to ask for permission to slip his tongue into her sweet, warm mouth.
“Tell me what you want,” he taunted when she whimpered in his mouth, having lost the battle of their tongues and dominance of the kiss.
“This, only this,” she mustered as he kissed her roughly.
“Fuck, woman.” He hissed, biting her lip when she took his hand in hers and brought it under her skirt and his hand brushed against the soft skin of her thighs. And then his movements haltered all at once and he nearly choked when she brought his hand to her dripping core through her panties.
“Pretty little baby, you’re drenched for me,” he breathed harshly.
“Touch me, Mr. Badeaux.” She uttered the very words that drove him wild. This woman will be the end of me.
“More, more, more,” she begged and whimpered when he ran his long finger along the slit of her soaking cunt through the lace.
“Tell me, Cassiopeia.” He added more pressure, but she only moaned.
“Eliezer,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Beg for it.” He said it so nonchalantly as he continued his slow torture on her. He wasn’t going to touch her until the words left her lips until she begged him—only then would he have her writhe underneath him.
“Eliezer, you stupid asshole,” she panted when he went slower. “I want your fingers... i-inside of me,” she stuttered. Her eyes screwed shut as he moved her panties aside and ran his finger along her slick heat.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, so ready for me,” he groaned. His fingers teased her, always so close to where she craved him the most, but never there, and it drove her mad.
“Eliezer, please,” she sobbed. Her stomach was tight and she was desperate for a release.
“Elie- oh.” She moaned unashamedly as he thrust his long finger hard and fast inside her pussy.
“You’re so tight, I can barely twist my finger,” he grunted. “How are you going to fit my cock, sweetheart?” His words made her clench excruciatingly tight around him.
“Faster, Eliezer.”
“Yes, moan my name for me,” he growled, growing harder with each passing second.
“Ah, Eliezer,” she moaned softly when he added a second finger.
“Louder, they can’t hear you from in here.”
“Look at me Cassiopeia!” He demanded, easing in a third finger. She whimpered in pain before her expression changed to one of pleasure and her eyes snapped open, meeting his desirous stare. “Yes, sweetheart, ride my fucking hand.” He grinned wolfishly when she rolled her hips. His other hand wrapped around her throat and he thrust his thumb past her plush lips. She responded keenly, sucking and swirling her warm tongue around his thumb whilst keeping eye contact with him.
“Fucking beautiful.” He swore when her walls clenched around his fingers. He knew by her scrunched brows and glazed over irises, she was close.
“Eliezer, Eliezer, Eliezer,” she chanted all too consumingly loud, keeping her eyes locked with his.
“Come for me,” he growled, thrusting his fingers roughly once more and that was all it took for her to scream out his name, creaming his fingers before she buried her face in his neck and let a soft moan escape her lips.
“So fucking delicious,” Eliezer growled and Cassiopeia picked her head up in a flash of a second to see Eliezer sucking his fingers covered in her pleasure.
But Cassiopeia still had a burning desire and passion to have Eliezer Badeaux. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she slowly slid off his desk and began grinding her hips against his hard cock and he glared down at her with an arrogant smirk, though he couldn’t help the throaty groans leaving his lips. His seductress, his temptress, his love was opening every door for the hungry beast inside of him.
“Careful, Ms. Leilani.” He growled dangerously low, but Cassiopeia paid no heed to his daring tone. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“But I want to finish, and I will,” she stated in a sultry tone, making his eyes widened fractionally.
“Cassiopeia, do not fucking tempt me-”
“Or else what?” She taunted challengingly.
“Or else you’ll be screaming until that throat is raw and you can’t speak, sweetness,” he answered, pinning her with his eyes. She arched a brow as if she were contemplating the thought but Eliezer knew better with the mischievous smirk plastered on her lips.
“Fuck me then,” she murmured simply.