This chapter assumed my OC wasn't killed by Abaddon :P

I was typing away in the office, it was late evening but I had no family to go home to, I was a demon after all. I had an empty house. So I carried on getting my work done, trying to find desperate people who would sell their souls to us in a heartbeat, people who wanted to win the lottery, become famous, have their departed wife or husband back for another ten years etc. I found them mostly by looking online on social networking sites but also from the news columns.

I received a text - "It's your King, let me into the building. Why have you warded the door against demons? Kisses, C."

I rolled my eyes at his texts that looked at the end like a teenage girl had written them.

I went downstairs and put a line through the demon warding on the front glass door. I would explain that to the human bosses later, I'd just say some vandals had grafittied it.

"Thank you, darlin'," He smiled and stepped into the building.

"So...how did you get away?" I enquiried.

"With my superior wit and intelligence...actually...they let me go," Crowley replied.

"Why would they do that? They're the infamous Winchesters and Castiel, I would have thought they'd kill you. I'm glad they didn't," I smiled at him.

"How about I repay that favour?" He winked and my cheeks just turned red. For a demon, I was quite introverted, preferring to spend days and evenings in my office than venture outside. I was scared of bigger, nastier demons such as Abaddon's pets. I wasn't evil/twisted myself. Crowley had turned me into a demon using magic in Hell rather than allow me to be tortured. Being a crossroads demon was a special priveledge.

"Well, I MIGHT let you," I flirted.

"Oh, might? Who says you get to call the shots, eh, dear?" He whispered in my ear. We needed privacy and not somewhere where people could see. Crowley sensed my thoughts, "How about we go to that house of yours, or..."

He clicked his fingers and we were in a warehouse. "This is where they cut me loose."

The windows were painted over so it was dark apart from a tiny light bulb on the ceiling far above and there was an extractor fan at another window. It was a bit like some of the nicer places in Hell. Well, nice for Hell anyway. There was a chair with all sorts of open restraints around it.

"Get in the chair." Crowley said quietly.

"What, right now? Erm..." I looked at Crowley and then to the chair. Even in life I had never done anything like this. Back when I was human in the late 1600s, it was frowned upon even to fornicate with your own husband.

"I said, get in the DAMN CHAIR, WHORE!" Crowley raised his voice. That turned me on so badly. I loved it when he shouted, "Don't be a stupid bitch, and do as I say." He growled.

He made me laugh when he did that, but I daren't laugh at that moment in time.

"Hands on the handrests, hold them out," I did as he asked as he restrained my wrists, locking a leather bridge-shaped solid restraint over each one and locking them.

"Oh, Mr Crowley, I want you right here and now," I gasped.

"Stupid bitches don't get to decide what I do to them," He answered in a mock nasty way, but I knew he was joking...I think. He placed a collar around my neck, not the same one used to hold him but a replica he especially made. He said nothing and restrained my ankles the same as he had my wrists. He gave me the eye squint and kept up the pretence that he was very angry at me.

"You're a filthy, naughty, slutty demon who needs to be punished!" He shouted and clicked his fingers so that I was wearing nothing. He, as usual, kept his suit on, to show he was the one in control and I didn't get to see his flesh until he wanted me to. He leaned down to me and kissed me meaningfully. He whispered in my ear sensually, "You're going to beg me to satisfy your needs. When you've begged me enough, I will consider it." He gave me a eye squint and then bit into my shoulder until I squealed, but I was enjoying it. As a demon, I had experienced far worse of course. "Demon blood. Not as tasty as human blood, but it'll do! I bet you loved that, didn't you, dirty slut," He smiled to show he was just playing around. If a high ranking demon drank a lower ranking demon's blood, it made him even more strong and powerful. If they consumed enough of it, it would make the strength and power permanent. But the King didn't need any more power. At least I didn't think he did. Human blood usually did nothing, not like it helps a vampire to gain strength.

After I had finished adjusting to the pain, I hadn't felt pain in such a long time, I had been stationed on Earth for a while, I decided to talk back, "The word around is that you're desperate for human blood, is this true?" He tutted, "Shut your fucking mouth, or I'll shut it for you." He was still mock-angry and playing, and this served to turn me on even more. I LOVED IT when he shouted.

"I was going to be gentle, I was going to be easy on you, but I've had enough now," He took a riding crop from underneath the chair, sneakily stashed in secret behind my feet. Without warning, he slapped me on the thighs with it, harder than any human ever could, and I noticed his boner was starting to strain in his trousers, causing others pain actually turned him on even more. I was loving it, I wished we had done this sooner and I wondered how many women, or even men, he'd practised on to get this advanced. He must have been a very experienced and demanding lover.

"You fucking deserved that one." He growled, "Don't talk back again or I'll take you out of that chair, bend you over my knee and give you a good spanking with it,"

That's what I really, really wanted more than anything, but I daren't, not just yet. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'll be good, Sir. Please don't spank me, Mr Crowley," I submissively begged, "I'll be good I promise."

Again, without warning, he rubbed some of his saliva onto his left thumb and used it to play with my right nipple, and roughly sucked on the other nipple. This made every part of me tingle and a whimper followed by a gasp escaped my lips unintentionally.

"The lady loves it, well she's going to love the kinky shit I've got in store later this evening," He purred, seductively and then carried on what he was doing. "However, my ego needs more than tiny noises. I want to hear what you're really feeling, or you get the riding crop, every time." I opened my eyes for a second and mentally undressed him, imagined myself exploring every part of his meatsuit's chest and stomach region with my tongue. He must have picked up on this as his eyes flashed red, I'd learnt a few years ago that when a demon has kinky thoughts all of a sudden or has a sudden rush of heat/blood to their genitals, they involuntarily flash their black or red eyes etc. I must have been doing the same as he smirked, "You're a terrible influence on me, darlin'. Talk about going starry eyed..."

(To be continued)