It had been a long week by Bambi's standards, and by the time she was finished covering her tracks and got time to actually get to Hell, she was exhausted. After seeing Earth and staying there for long durations, Hell always seemed a little...eerie when she was alone. It wasn't the human screams of agony or the cackles of their dastardly attackers. There were demons everywhere, and the majority of them wanted nothing more than to viciously devour her. She was a living breathing human after all. Yawning, Bambi opened the door to Crowley's office while knocking and there sat the bastard, a frown curdling his face. She was unprepared for that look, so she froze there in the doorway like some pathetic sitting duck.

"Close the door," his voice boomed.

She stayed glued to that spot.

"I said, close. The damn. Door."

Bambi turned and shut the door slowly. Before she could do more, the locks clicked into place by themselves. "Why were you spying on me?" Bambi asked as she sat down with a monotonous expression.

"You know the answer to that."

"It's my personal time. You had no right, and you know it."

"We need to talk."

The air felt like it had escaped the room, and Bambi started to get tunnel-vision. Usually when he "needed to talk," it involved something bad. Very, very bad. By the end he was usually sending her on a three day trip with Alastair. He was dead though...so what would Crowley do? The thought of being sent to Lilith or someone worse made her tense up.

"About what?"

"The question is, what do you want? But I think I've already seen the answer," he remarked, showing a picture of her at the bar kissing Bobby's cheek.

Bambi frowned. What the Hell was going on with him? He usually never cared who she hung around with or saw outside of work. Why did he suddenly care? And how did he get that fucking picture?! "But that was-"

"Quiet!" he roared, using his power to make her chair levitate and drop with a thud. "I know what it was. You like that fat bastard...but not as much as you like me right, love?"

"What?" she paled. Impossible. How the hell did he know about that?

"You aren't nearly as discreet as you think," he stood and sauntered around his desk to lean in front of her. "You think I don't notice? The way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. The way your cheeks flush when you're reporting in. Do you think you hide it?"

Bambi, by now, was a sniveling mess in her chair. She could hardly move even if she had to. He knew the whole. Fucking. Time. Of course he did. It was Crowley! Well, that was rather embarrassing if she did say so herself. By now she was probably eight shades of red darker.

"So now the question becomes, do you leave and pretend this never happened, or," An eerie smile crept across his face, and his eyes narrowed. "You can find out what I'm really like. How much better I am than any drunk you find in some bar. But if you stay, you will do what I want, you will be mine."

Bambi nodded. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel him next to her. She would have done anything to make him happy just as it was when she was a child. Anything.

"I-I want...to stay," she whispered shakily, his body so close to hers. Crowley was like a fucking drug.

"That's my girl," he growled in her ear, his breath heavy. "Let's start, sweet cheeks," he leaned in immediately, slamming his mouth onto Bambi's. His tongue was urgent and demanding, his teeth grazing her lips threateningly. One hand snaked up under her thick black hair and wrapped around the nape of her neck. He tasted like alcohol and blood and sulphur. "First things first: Stand up."

Bambi slid up off the chair and stood.

"Now your shirt and skirt."

Once again, Bambi instinctively obeyed.

"Perfect. Now turn around." She felt the heat of his gaze on her body. "Bollocks…good girl."

Bambi heard Crowley stand before he wrapped his arms around her. She tensed when she felt his erection flush against her back, his hands on her bare flesh. He reached around and unclasped her bra a little too easily for her comfort, as if he'd done it a million times before. That was so creepy...maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Bambi crossed her arms, covering her naked breasts.

"Did I tell you to do that?" Crowley growled.

Bambi's stomach fell to the floor at the darkness in his voice. "N-No."

"Say my name when you address me, love. You know what it does to me under the trousers," he hissed in her ear like a fucking viper.

"No, Crowley."

"No. I most definitely did not tell you you could do that. Put your arms down before I saw them off."

Bambi did as she was told, nervously straightening her arms.

"There's a good girl, sweet cheeks. Put your arms behind your back…Turn around and get on your knees." Crowley unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them along with his boxers, to the floor. He sat back down, legs akimbo. Holy mother of Sin, he was massive. That whole double digits thing wasn't a lie; every meatsuit he took had that requirement. Bambi knelt, a bit uncomfortable with her arms behind her back; she had nothing to hold onto for balance. "Why don't you show me what else that pretty mouth is good for other than your incessant blathering?" Crowley grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards him as she instinctively opened her mouth. "I want you to go all the way down, and then I want you to stop and wait for me to tell you when you can come up. Got it?"

"Yes, Crowley."

"Begin."

Bambi opened her mouth and began licking around the tip, then sucking gently, working her way down. Gradually, her jaw loosened as she pushed further, finally feeling the tip against the back of my throat. Bambi tried as hard as she could not to gag, to hold her breath, but it was nearly impossible. She, of course, failed, coughing slightly and pulling back up.

"That was horrible, love. Again."

Bambi nodded, opening her mouth and pushing down, feeling the strain against the corners of her mouth, then grazing her throat as she held her breath. But it was impossible. She choked. "Fuck. I-I can't."

"That's a lame ass excuse."

Bambi glanced up, and she saw darkness in his eyes. She was more than a little scared. She was even more terrified-and much to her shock, excited-to see a cat-o-nine tails conjure in his hand. The thing looked horrifying and gruesome with blood caked on it. The leather had glass, thorns and shards of weapons in it. An exited shudder slipped out of her mouth. "Stand up," he commanded gruffly. He came up behind her, shifting her hair while kissing a trail down her neck. His fingers slid down her abdomen in between her legs. "You are a filthy girl aren't you? So wet."

"I can be your filthy girl," she whispered, trying to gain any amount of control.

Crowley chuckled as he withdrew from her. "I like that, sweet cheeks. But first things first."

Suddenly, the searing heat of the whip attacked her back. Bambi bit her lip to keep from screaming. Another hit, and the pain was twice as bad as before. It was so bad, she fell to her hands and knees. Blood dripped down her back, arms and legs. Another lash tore through her back, causing rivulets to pour down her limbs. A sob ripped through her chest as she cried out. She wasn't sure she could take any more. He pushed a finger into her, and Bambi inhaled sharply. The contact...the pressure...finally. Crowley grabbed her hips, pulling her close. He waited. She could hear his breathing, heavy but unhurried. Suddenly he slammed into her mercilessly. Bambi screamed. She couldn't tell what felt good and what felt bad anymore.

"Quiet!" he smacked her ass, and then slammed into her again.

Bambi tried to relax, but every time he pushed into her, she could feel a moan trying to escape. The feeling of his cock, stretching and filling her was overwhelming. His voice...his touch...his smell. Bambi's whole body was on fire, and she could barely breathe. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling tight.

"Oh yes, that's a good girl. Your cunt is magnificent. So tight…yes. Take it." He leaned over Bambi, gaining more leverage, and thrust into her, further now, little grunts of pleasure falling from his lips. His chest pressed into her cuts, making her back burn. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her pale flesh. "I want to hear you scream my name." His breath quickened along with his thrusts. Bambi consciously tightened her muscles around his shaft, forcing her orgasm out of hiding.

"C-Crowley!" Drowning, her breath gone, all that was left was bliss. Her voice disappeared, the climax too much, her body on sensory overload.

"Say it again!"

"C-Crow...ley," Bambi gasped, desperate to comply, desperate to make every nerve in his body explode.

"Fuck!" he collapsed on top of her, still moaning. After a long silence, he finally said something. "You alright, sweet cheeks?" he asked, smirking at his work.

"No...I don't know. I-" Bambi stopped, her mind was unable to process what was going on.

He pulled out of Bambi, and she felt an immediate sense of loneliness. "Get into bed."

"What be-" Bambi gawked as she looked around the room. They weren't in his office. This was a bedroom with black walls lit by torches. It looked like some freaky torture chamber. Shit. How long had they been here? Why was this room unfamiliar? It must be Crowley's room, she thought as she sat down on the large bed. It was a firm mattress covered with black satin sheets. She crawled back and got under the blankets, laying her head on a soft, downy pillow on her stomach.

She felt someone sit behind her and saw Crowley. "So...you want me to be-"

"Yes, I want you to be mine...to belong to me. I don't want to give it a dumbass label, so suffice it to say you're mine. You will obey me, and I'll make decisions for you. We'll discuss it further tomorrow," he said before pressing his hand to the back of Bambi's neck. Her eyes suddenly felt heavy with sleep, and Crowley's presence left her there.