Note: This is written based on the episode of Supernatural which was Season 9, episode 10 so don't read if you haven't seen it yet. It is written as if my character replaces Cecaline the demonic office worker - not sure how to spell her name correctly!

I take no credit for lines actually taken from the Supernatural episode itself.

Rated M for a reason. Please review if possible and check out my other fics! I'll write the next chapter shortly.

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I waited on the stairs. It had been months since I had laid eyes on him but I felt the attraction once more. He was sitting on a sofa in the office lobby with Dean and Castiel. He had the same sexy black suit on and the grey tie as when I first met him in Hell. I bit my lip when none of them were looking and waited, staring at him until I saw him about to look up to the stairs and I looked away as if I was looking at the car park.

"Mr Crowley? She'll see you now." The human security guard announced.

Dean and Castiel rose to their feet with Crowley.

"Just...Mr Crowley," The security guard explained. Crowley smirked and started to follow the security guard, whose name had never been revealed to me.

"I'll be listening. To every word you say," Castiel warned.

"Promise?" Crowley smiled and continued following the security guard up the stairs to my office. I sat at my computer and Crowley sat at the other side of the desk. I was his personal assistant, his secretary if you like. I met him in Hell when I was an...apprentice crossroads demon, if you can call it that. I used to be a witch and I was burned at the stake in England in the 1700s. I knew Crowley when he was alive. We were 'prison-mates' in Hell and when he became King of the Crossroads Demons, naturally he recruited me.

"Nat, how are you?" Crowley was genuinely interested in my welfare. Since Lucifer had been locked away, I had hardly seen him and I could sense the tension between us but nothing had ever happened, not even a kiss.

"Better than you. That was Dean Winchester and...Castiel?" I asked with caution. I didn't want the hunter and the angel suddenly running upstairs to kill us if they got spooked by anything. Normally, I didn't go anywhere near either type.

"Yes, I know. Without the tie, he's barely recognisable..." Crowley explained.

"And with a different trenchcoat too." I mused. "Speaking of ties, your collection is always exquisite. Like the one you're wearing right now." I winked.

"Nat...I don't know what to say. Do you...have a 'thing' for me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think? All those times you used to order other crossroads demons about but didn't yell at me? All the times that our eyes met but we never said anything to each other? Didn't you feel it?" I dared to say, to my King. I waited for his reaction.

"Of course. But I never thought such a...HOT demoness like youself..." He emphasied 'hot' with his deep voice and British accent, "..would ever be interested in an old man like me, thought I'd be kidding myself in fact," He stated.

"Old? You're gorgeous Crowley, I mean...Mr Crowley, sir...my King." I bowed my head to him, as well as fancying the pants off him since we were both human, I did revere him as the one true ruler of Hell. I was turned on by power and boy, did he have a lot of that, "So may I ask, where you've been all these months?"

"I've been tied up," He looked at the floor.

"Would you like to be tied up again?" I flirted.

"Speaking of that, can you help with this?" Crowley showed me his demonic handcuffs, "Can you get me out of these, darling?"

"Not without the key I'm afraid. I rather like the idea of a demon with your power being tied up." I looked at him through the gap at the top of my glasses and lowered my head a little, like when some librarians speak to you.

"Listen. Castiel can't hear us as I know this room is warded against angels," He raised one eyebrow, "I can't do much with these cuffs on though."

"Oh I can think of a few things..." I purred. I had wanted to get my hands on him for centuries. Now that was serious sexual tension. That was torture in itself. He used to belong to Lilith and I wouldn't have dared try and take him from her, she knew and saw all that happened in demonkind after all, second in command to the imprisoned Lucifer.

"Well, we'll have to make it a quickie, my love," Crowley flirted back.

"So smooth..." I rolled my eyes in mock disgust. I was secretly delighted to finally seduce my King. Or did he seduce me? I took off my black glasses and placed them on the desk, I slipped under the desk and carefully unzipped his expensive black silk trousers and carefully took out his erect cock, Crowley sighing in delight as I did so. I remained unseen by him under the desk as I handled his manhood. I took half of his length into my mouth, lubing it with my saliva, he moaned a little and I think it made it more kinky him not being able to see me. I took his length out of my mouth for a moment, teased the head of his dick with my tongue and after hearing him involuntary whimper and whisper, "Don't...stop," I continued, using my hand for a moment to grip hold of his cock and tug him off, I could just imagine him in my mind gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes up.

"It's been...months," He moaned, as I gave him no mercy and switched between sucking him dry and giving him the best hand job he'd ever had in his life. I kept pulling and pulling on his large cock and I licked all up the length of it, giving him special attention. If Cas could hear us now, he'd probably get a boner himself. I giggled at the thought.

"So playful. So seductive. Why didn't we do this sooner? Ugh..." He moaned, his orgasm sending pleasure throughout his body. "I have...needed this for SO long," His rough voice and Londoner accent turned me on even more as he fought against making too much of a noise lest people in the next office would hear us. He sighed, moaned, groaned and whimpered. Sounds I had not heard in a long time either. The King being vunerable was just so hot. He had offered himself up to me on a plate. I felt his muscles flex as he completely lost control of himself.

"Darlin' I..." He was unable to finish his sentence as he moaned, "You might want to..."

"I know, it's fine," I could tell what he meant. He came violently into my mouth and I swallowed it. Anything for my King, anything to please him, and I enjoyed it myself. Wiping my mouth, I emerged from under the desk and Crowley gave me an exhausted, completely content look with his hazel eyes.

"That was made even more sexy by the fact you couldn't move your hands at all," I mused, feeling as if I had gone to bed with him.

"Darlin', I'm impressed." He simply said, unable to compose himself after the release of all that tension and stress that had built up for months.

He handed me a picture of a car and said, "I need you to find this car...and I need to pay you a personal visit when we both have more time," He purred seductively.

I found the car for him, printed out the details and smiled to myself, "There you go, good luck."

He left in a hurry like a naughty teenager afraid to get caught in his girlfriend's bed by her parents, "Looking forward to it, sexy!" I called after him, not caring if anyone heard.

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Notes: I have Sterling feels after writing this.