"You DO NOT authorise soul deals without authorising it with me first, do you understand, Ms Greenwood?" Crowley sternly asked her at the royal court meeting the next day. This was his way of getting back at her for disappearing on him as a joke. He loved the thrill of the chase and Amber knew it but he wasn't about to admit this freely to her.
"Understood, my King. It won't happen again." She lowered her gaze to the floor, in mock reverence.
"You may leave now. Don't give me reason to bring you in here again." He looked at her, his eyes travelling up and down her body but not in a manner obvious to the rest of the court. Her low cut black dress, diamond earrings and necklace, and heels did not go unnoticed by him. Yesterday she had been in casual clothing and she had dressed up especially for the occasion. Simply to tease him.
"Escort her out," Crowley beckoned for one of his guards to take her back to Earth so she could once again carry out her duties.
Once back in her luxury apartment, Amber wasted no time in texting Crowley, *So you saw what you're missing huh? Too bad I'm seeing your guard.* she chuckled to herself as she mischievously sent him the text. She wasn't seeing his guard at all.
*The way he puts his hands on me, does things to me that you just couldn't* she fired off another text like a naughty schoolgirl.
*When I get my hands on that body of yours I'm not going to show you any mercy, my naughty little demoness* came the reply *Stop fuckkng teasing me and get that pretty little ass of yours here right now* Crowley's second text came through.
*I'm so wet just thinking about your guard, Crowley, I think I might just have to take care of the problem myself* Amber cheekily replied.
"Oh no you don't" Came Crowley's deep accented and rough voice. Amber looked up - she hadn't noticed the devil's trap on her ceiling, in marker pen.
"Don't bother trying to get up, it's futile," Crowley looked straight into Amber's green eyes with his own emerald orbs. She flashed her eyes red and he returned it, both knowing how hot the other found it.
"You need to be punished, Amber, for leading the King on,"
Amber smirked, enjoying the domination.
"You're a fucking dirty little bitch and I bet you're going to love every second of this," Crowley walked over to her.
Amber crossed her legs and smirked back, "My, my, don't we have a potty mouth today?" She sat otherwise quietly on her white leather sofaunderneath the devil's trap.
He walked over to her and placed his finger on her lips, then he walked around to the back of the sofa and whispered in her ear, "Darling, Iet's just see what profanities come out of that pretty little mouth tonight," he clicked his fingers and the TV switched off and the lights dimmed. Crowley carefully took his tie off and tied Amber's wrists with it. "You, gorgeous, are going nowhere,"
"Why would you think I would run away?" Amber asked, smirking herself.
"You have a track record, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice lowered a few octaves on purpose.
He took her feet gently and positioned her so that she was laid across the sofa rather than sitting on it, her hands still tied together. He then gave her a very sly look like he was calculating his plans, and shuffles on top of her on the sofa, he kicked his shoes off. She was wearing the black dress and high heels. He stroked the side of her face with the back of his right hand, supporting himself with his left. Amber's pupils were dilated and so were his. He looked into her eyes before tasting her lips and raising one of his eyebrows momentarily, "Who do you belong to?" He wasn't asking, he was demanding that she say it out loud. She said nothing and winked. He kissed her neck, "I'm waiting. Do not keep the King waiting, little demoness," he played as he kissed her the space above collarbone, sending shivers down her spine and goosebumps appeared on her vessel's skin.
"I belong...to..." She said slowly, teasing him back. He waited in anticipation for her answer.
"...your guard, Gerald," She giggled a little bit, wanting to ignite his sexual anger on purpose. When he was playfully jealous and angry it drove her wild.
"Right, for that...you won't get anything tonight. You need to be trained, you need to learn." He clicked his fingers and he was gone in an instant. Amber was used to these games they played. He wouldn't give her anything or allow her to give him anything until she completely submitted to him. She would next time, for sure.