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It had almost been a year since Cassian returned to Velaris when he finally saw her. Sure, he had heard her name, seen her picture, she was an amazing up-and-coming defence lawyer, one everyone was watching. She was doing amazing things so young. A prodigy.
Nesta Archeron.
Cassian ordered a coffee -black- and stood idly while he observed her from a distance. She looked the same, but different. She was older, 26 now if he had to guess, but still as breathtakingly beautiful as he remembered her being over four years ago. The last time he saw her.
Her hair was looser, but still up in her usual braid, framing her delicate but sharp face. She no doubt could still bring a weaker man to his knees with just one glance, but he was no weak man.
He watched as she glances up from her paperwork to look over as someone frantically cleaned up the coffee they had spilled all over their table. She looked tamer, more relaxed than he had remembered, and this sparked his curiosity. This Nesta looked more approachable than the hell in heels he was so very well acquainted with, the one who would snap and bite at him to leave her alone, calling him a heathen with no basic manners.
She had filled out more in all the right places too. She had been a girl last he saw her, this, this was a woman he was looking at now.
He grabbed his coffee and approached her booth, “Hello there Nes, what a pleasant surprise seeing you here." he lifted his coffee to his lips and took a mindful sip of the hot beverage. Watching her.
She was good at hiding the surprise on her face, if you didn't know her, "I could say the same." No trace of anger or annoyance he noted. But interest.
She invited him to sit, and they talked. For two hours they sat in the booth she occupied and exchanged stories of what they had been doing the four-plus years since they had last seen each other, and it was pleasant Cassian thought. Much more than he ever thought Nesta Archeron could be. She still had her snark, not wavering in the friendly banter he initiated with a sassy or sarcastic remark. Underneath her womanly exterior, she was still a brat.
Every Friday they would meet at the coffee shop, firstly by chance, then because they genuinely wanted to see each other. Friday coffee dates turned into texting, which turned into other meetups, which lead them to a first date.
"I have to say, I'm honestly surprised. You two hated each other, couldn't be in the same room to the point where we would have to schedule who would get to come to what event to keep you two from fighting. Now, I hear you're going on a date with her," Azriel had said when he told him.
He wasn't surprised by the reaction, because what his brother said was true. For all the time they knew each other they fought like cats and dogs. He knew it wore on their friends, upset them that they had to choose who got to come to who's birthday or a night out. But it was different now.
And it was four months after that first run-in at the cafe, that Cassian now found himself in Nesta's kitchen, cleaning the dishes after cooking her dinner on their second date. He had promised he would cook for her after telling her he had a passion for it.
Cassian chose her apartment as the backdrop, not trusting himself alone with her like this without an escape route. He was scared of his own thoughts while he was around her, and he needed to know he could get away from her if he found himself on the edge of not being able to hold back.
Cassian had always had more diverse tastes than most when it came to his sex life. During his college years and his first initial ones with the department, he had been under a large amount of stress. During his second year with the Velaris State Fire Department, he had met another firefighter, Tanwyn, who introduced him to the world of BDSM. It had been a godsend.
He was able to release his anxiety and tension in a healthy and safe way. Consent was always a priority. It was freeing, even though he had started as her bottom. She had emphasized to him, that even though he knew and expressed his Dominate needs, that he had to experience what it would be like for the submissives he would play with.
So he spent a year with her, playing and learning before he was ready to take control. 10 months later he was transferred after a nasty accident with a partner, it was decided it was best for his mental well being and he agreed.
Tanwyn was remarkable, she had set him up with an amazing Dom in the new city who would mentor him, train him, and he was forever thankful for it.
This is where he spent the next four years. Mastering the art of BDSM, learning dungeon etiquette and playing with multiple experienced submissives until he was an active and educated member of the community.
He decided to return to Velaris a year ago now, Rhys and Feyre had just had a baby after a year of marriage and he could bear to be away from his family any longer. So he moved back. Eight months later he met Nesta again. And here he was, watching her now moan around a spoonful of chocolate ice cream he set in front of her.
He watched as she licked the last bit of the sweet treat off her spoon. Her wet pink tongue curling around the metal, savouring the last spoonful, oblivious to the thoughts in his head.
"What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and putting down the spoon.
"You're gorgeous," Nesta couldn't help but blush in response.
'Hm, you like that, don’t you, me giving you compliments' and he couldn't help himself as he rounded the island and spun her in the stool to face him. She gave him a questioning look but he dismissed it, cupping her face and running his thumb along the corner of her mouth.
"You got a little something there," he explained, wiping the chocolate ice cream from the corner of her mouth and bringing it up to his lips. All the while not breaking eye contact. He smiled internally when her throat bobbed. 'Oh, the things I would do to that throat.'
"It's early," he said, pretending that he hadn't noticed the effect he had on her, "Would you like to retire to the sitting room, we could watch a movie?"
Nesta nodded, and he enjoyed every second of the dazed look on her face. He wasn't the boy she had last saw, no, he had changed just as much as she had, and she was taking notice. The confusion mixed in with the signs of arousal she was letting off.
Cassian stepped back before offering his hand to her, leading her out of the kitchen and into her appropriately decorated living room. She was letting him lead her around her own house, giving him power over her and she didn't even realize. He willed his cock to settle.
He breathed in deep as he caught her waiting for him to sit before seating herself. He prayed he could control himself, to not ruin this night, but it had become harder and harder as they got closer.
Nesta was by no means docile, she was a lawyer and a damn good one at that, but she had submissive tendencies that he didn't think she was even aware of, and he couldn't wait to explore that more.
He wondered if she yielded to other men like this, or if it was just him. Did he have that much of an effect on this woman that she would submit to him unknowingly or did other men not heed the signs.
He had seen her take down men and reduce them to a quivering mess, hell, he had been on the wrong side of a glare from the beautiful women. But right now, she responded to him with the grace of an experienced submissive. And it took everything in him to not fuck her right there.
He gestured her to sit and Nesta obeyed, taking a seat a few inches away. Cassian shook his head.
"C’mere,” he urged and Nesta complied, scooting closer until she was sitting so close to him their thighs touch, no space left between them.
“Yes, Sir,” Nesta mocked, giving him a light-hearted smirk. Cassian breathed out and closed his eyes a moment longer than necessary to blink. She didn't know it, but she was playing with fire. Unaware of how difficult she was making this for him, to hold his composure. She was basically begging for him to-
"I've enjoyed these past few weeks,” Nesta whispered, leaning in, her face only inches away, eyes snapping from his eyes to his lips and back again, making it obvious what she wanted. He had kept his distance sexually, feeling out what she wanted and needed, what her previous experiences had been like. She hadn't been outright with what she wanted, but there was no misinterpreting what she was asking for.
He looked back at her with matching intensity for the longest time while his entire body throbbed in desperate need to lean in, to claim her plump red lips in a passionate kiss.
"So have I," he finally said, watching her chest rise and fall in anticipation. Her fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch his skin, to see the stark contrast between her pale hand and his smooth dark cheek.
"Cassian," she breathed out, her voice thick with need.
"Yes, Sweetheart?" And reached out to touch her, sliding his finger down from her ear, to her neck, to her shoulder and down her arm. She shivered, and he could see her nipples harden beneath her clothes.
"Kiss me," she begged, leaning father into him. Her eyes fluttering as she willed them to stay open, but was losing the battle.
“Close your eyes,” Cassian willed her and without hesitation, she obeyed, like she had been waiting for the order. Cassian felt his heart beating in his chest, his need to strengthen it almost frightened him.
With the arm that was resting on the back of the couch, he brought it to the back of her neck and placed a ghost of a kiss on her lips. It was gentle and had Nesta's body pleading for more.
Cassian watched her as he broke the gentle kiss, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was beautiful, and the sight sent blood rushing to kiss cock, urging him to say 'fuck it' and push himself into her tight heat.
"Cassian," she moaned, her eyes cracking open, lids too heavy with want to open them completely.
"Yes, Sweetheart, what do you want?" He urged, he wanted to hear it from those pretty pink lips exactly what she desperately wanted.
Nesta's pupils were blown wide when she finally made eye contact, and Cassian marvelled at the effect not only he had on her, but the effect she also had on him. She made him want to submit to his own primal instincts.
“You,” she begged, swallowing hard, “I want you, so bad.”
“How?” he pushed, allowing the hand that had wrapped around her waist to slip lower, running up her bare thigh and under the navy blue dress she wore. She whimpered, biting her lip, and he growled low in this throat as she spread her legs in response.
“How, Nes?" He pressed, rubbing circles into the skin of her thigh, "How do you want me?"
"Just don't stop," and Nesta shuffled to him, closing the distance Cassian had made after he kissed her.
“Don’t stop what?" He asked as he grazed the material of her panties, following the outline of them from her hip down to the heat between her legs. And she couldn't contain the moan as he did so. Cassian continued to tease her, leaning into her ear and whispering, "Don’t stop kissing you? Don’t stop touching you?"
“C-Cassian,” Nesta choked out a moan, pushing her legs open farther and into the hand that was toying with the material of her lacy thong. Cassian chuckled at the response. "Nnnn, please, Cassiannn-"
He cut off her cry with a brutal kiss and began to explore Nesta's mouth with his tongue, running a thumb along her centre over her panties, and thwarted every single one of her attempts to take control over the kiss.
After a while, she began to surrender to him, and instead of fighting to lead the kiss, to dominate him, she followed his lead and gave in to every stroke and flick of his tongue.
Cassian groaned into the kiss, pleased, and Nesta willingly melted into his embrace and Cassian swallowed the low drawn-out moan that came from the depths of Nesta’s chest.
He took advantage of the moment and eased her onto her back and onto the cushions of her plush beige couch, twisting her body so he settled in between her legs, not once breaking the kiss. Nesta sighed at the sensation of his muscular body pressing her into the couch, arching her back, needing the full-body contact.
Cassian reeled in his aching need to claim, to own her body, running his fingers through her soft hair that she had thankfully left loose, out of her usual braid, grinding his erection against her heat.
He caressed every inch of her and her mouth, and Nesta gripped onto his shirt, fisting her hands needily into the fabric to ground herself as she moaned and lifted her hips again, needing that sweet sweet friction.
Cassian sucked in another breath to hold himself back, to lock down the control that was slipping with each flick of his tongue in her mouth and every whimper he forced from her body. His cock was acting like a horny teenager around the women, he has been part of the BDSM scene for years now, he was not a fucking amateur, he was an experienced Dom and should have more self-restraint.
He knew it wasn't fair to lead her on into a situation she wasn't fully aware of. But it had been so long since he played. Four months to be exact, since he started talking to her. He was embarrassed to admit that he had spent those four months jerking himself raw at the thoughts of ravishing her. His cock should be spent, but it hardened even more at the thought of bending her over the couch and fucking her relentlessly.
Giving himself one second to indulge in that fantasy, he cleared his head and grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it up to her waist and pressed his thumbs into the juncture of her hips, which made her buck involuntarily, "Ah-" she cried into his mouth.
"Such pretty sounds," he praised, breaking the kiss and admiring the blush on her face from her arousal and the praise.
She wept in response, biting her lip to keep from crying put again as he sucked at her neck, "Ah-ah," Cassian chastised, pulling the side of her panties up, letting them slap against her skin, "Don't hide it if you do I'll stop."
"Fuck, Cassian," she screamed, her fingers turning white from how hard she was fisting them.
"Good girl," he smirked against the skin of her neck, placing a gentle kiss there as a reward.
He gripped her hip tighter, while his other hand slipped between the fabric of her panties and skin as he assaulted her neck. Nesta gasped as his index finger came in contact with her opening, sliding it between her lips, soaking his finger, "All that, for me?" Her toes curled in response, not being able to verbalize her pleasure.
Cassian nipped at her earlobe and pushed her panties out of the way to gain more access to her throbbing pussy, her opening clenching and releasing in a desperate need to be filled, "Cassian, please-!" She screamed as he pushed his thumb down into her swollen clit and circle it roughly, the juices leaking from her pussy soaking the material of the couch below her.
She cried as she began to thrust upward into his hand, and Cassian's cock twitched in response. The things he would do, to be able to sink his cock into her, to use her needy little cunt for his own please until the woman below him was sobbing, her body shaking as she clenched around him in orgasm. But he wouldn't fuck her until they talked about his sexual preferences.
Taking advantage of an upward thrust, Cassian slipped a finger inside her dripping opening. She shrieked, releasing her hold on his shirt to grip his scalp, fisting clumps of hair as she road his finger.
"I want you to come like this," he ordered her, adding another finger and savouring the beautiful sound of her cry as he hit that sweet spot inside her. The sight of her rolling herself hips, fucking herself on his digits like a wonton whore was enough to make him cum in his pants.
"I wish you could see yourself," he told her, licking the shell of her ear, his warm breath heating her skin, "So pretty while I fuck you with just my fingers, legs spread wide open, and so so needy, you're pretty little cunt just swallows them up so greedily."
"Cassian, please, please," Nesta begged him, eyes watering, "I need to, please."
"You need to what, Sweetheart?" He pressed, "Tell me, what do you need."
"Please, please," Nesta felt delirious, she felt like her soul was separating from her body as she laid there under this man, begging him for pleasure, "I need to cum, Cassian, please let me cum, more, I need more." She babbled incoherently.
"Then cum for me, Nes," he demanded biting her neck, pumping his fingers faster and faster inside of her at an unforgiving pace, his thumb never stopping the stimulation on her clit as he felt the signs of her pending orgasm.
"Now," and she shattered. Eyes closing and mouth falling open in an ear-splitting scream as she came, her muscles tightened and she dug her nails into his scalp so hard he thought he may bleed.
Cassian didn't stop until she tried to push away from him, overstimulated, watching her eyes flutter open and look at him. Her chest heaved, and she saw spots in her vision from the intensity of the pleasure he gave her.
"You alright?" He asked her, sitting up fully and rubbing her legs soothingly.
"M-hm," she gabbed, trying desperately to catch her breath.
"Take your time," he reassured her. He fixed her panties and pulled her dressed back down after a moment.
"Nesta, talk to me, can you sit up for me?" He asked minutes later, trying to identify what she may need. Even though this wasn't a scene, the aftercare was important, and she looked wrecked and was shaking in the aftershocks.
Hesitantly, she nodded, reaching for his hand for assistance and he obliged, lifting her up and to his chest. She signed into him, nuzzling her cheek into his shirt. He never took Nesta Archeron as a cuddler, but he loved it nonetheless.
'You liked that didn't you, Kitten.' He thought
He rubbed her back until her body calmed, content to just lay there with her even though his cock was currently pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. Purr, purr.
"Wow," she said after five minutes, pulling back and looking up at him.
"Yeah?" He questioned.
Nesta smiled back almost drunkenly and nodded.
Nesta stretched and look down when she felt his erection against her, and looked up at him through her eyelashes in question, "Not tonight, Kitten, tonight was about you." His voice not leaving room to argue. She didn't, enjoying the haze of her orgasm too much to fight.
Nesta let the use of the nickname roll around in her head and decided she didn't hate it. Cassian took note.
"How gentlemanly of you," she teased, coming back to herself.
"I live to please."
"After that remarkable performance, I believe that."
They sat in silence, looking at each other before Cassian broke the silence, "I should go." Nesta frowned.
"You won't stay?"
"If I stayed Sweetheart, I won't be able to stop from doing all the nasty things I want to do to you."
"Who says I wouldn't want you to do all those nasty things to me," she purred.
'She doesn't know what she's asking for, call the fuck down before we screw his up.'
"Another time, I promise." She nodded, knowing he wouldn't back down and untangled herself from him.
"I can walk you to the door," she offered, getting up and fixing her hair that had become tangled.
She ushered him to her door and Cassian slipped into his shoes and grabbed his jacket, Nesta ogling his still protruding erection, "I'll text you tomorrow, yeah?" He told her, grabbing her chin.
"Okay."
He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss before he finally turned around to leave, "Goodnight, Nes."
The door closed, and he was gone.