"I don't particularly want to hear you scream the word 'Winchester' either, so be a good little demon and take everything you're given," Crowley ordered, and kept on licking and playing with my nipples. My eyes were shut tight and I moaned a little as I felt his tongue on one of them and the rough skin of his hand teasing the other.

"I can't wait for that then..." I finally managed to whisper as I looked at him.

"Good." He simply replied and licked behind my ear at the same time and still had the riding crop in his hand, but he wasn't going to use it yet.

"If the naughty demon doesn't do as she's told, she'll get a very red slapped backside," He looked into my eyes and squinted his own eyes.

He continued to tease my nipples for five minutes - being a demon, I had a very strong stamina and enjoyed the pleasure it brought. He clicked his fingers so that his own clothing was now gone and I could get a good view of those gorgeous tattoos that other demons had told me about, I thought they were just rumours, I didn't really know the King of Hell had such sexy tattoos on his chest, arms and shoulder. I licked my lips at him. I had such a good view of his body where I was sitting.

He slowly and seductively walked over to me and kneeled down on the floor, without saying anything he went down on me, slowly teasing my sweet spot with his tongue, he was indeed a very skilled lover with a lot of practice, and he made he contact with me and again with the eye squint that always made me shudder in a good way, he lapped me up and I remember what he said about his ego needing to be satisfied whenever I was, so I let go of myself, "Mmm, Crowley, shit, yes, right there!" He picked up the pace until my forehead was clammy and I was completely at his mercy strapped to that chair with the restraints, unable to contain the moans of pleasure from escaping my mouth. Again, this had been a long time coming, I wished we had done this sooner.

I started to lose myself and had thoughts again of that time in the office when I blew him.

"Steady on, darlin'! I haven't finished with you yet!" He grinned, pleased with himself and continued, I kept forgetting that he was a demon who could read thoughts, and pick up on my sexy desires of him. He began to slowly tease my entrance with his tongue. Again, with the teasing, I wanted to pick up the riding crop and slap him for doing that all of the time. I knew what was coming next, he was going to ask me to beg for him to satisfy me properly, oh how he loved his power games.

"How badly do you want it, my darling?" He paused and asked me straight. "I don't want you to tell me, I want you to describe what you want me to do to you."

I was hesitant. Sure, I'd been with human guys and the odd low level demon guy before but I'd never talked dirty to them, not in this way anyway. Still, I was enjoying myself, my crotch felt like the fires of hell at the moment and I would do anything for more of his kinky action

"I want you to lap me up inside with that poison tongue of yours and I want you to glide your thumb over my clit at the same time, I want you to probe your fingers into me whilst you lick my sweet spot and make me cum fast," My dirty talk was obviously working as he started lapping me up inside quickly and deeply, with the occasional sexy look pointed in my direction. He looked at me as if to say, go on, and continued.

"I want you to slap me on the backside with that riding crop, no, I want you to beat the living daylights out of me and make me call you Sir," I flirted, "Mmmm..." I could hardly talk now as he inserted some fingers inside of me and went back to licking at my sweet spot. I felt close to the edge.

"No climaxing until I say so." Crowley simply stated. He had the power to make that happen. I could tell he needed his own needs met, but he was determined to pleasure me for now. "You have to beg for it." He touched my g-spot inside of me and rubbed it roughly, not enough to cause me pain but rough enough for it to be extremely enjoyable.

"King, I need you to let me..." I started to ask lightly with a trembling voice. "I need you."

"You call that begging? Darlin', I've had demons beg for mercy at my feet, you need to do a LOT better than that." He chuckled, he was just fingering me now and speaking to me in that rough, deep voice of his with his London accent. "No, you don't fucking need me, he mock teased, "And you'll get the riding crop on the ass treatment when I say so, no sooner, if I decide you deserve it."

He pushed his fingers deep inside me, enjoying watching the pleasure written all over my face, "You know you bloody love it," He practically growled at me.

"Sir, rip me out of this chair now and have your evil demonic way with me, please!" I begged him again, "I'll make a deal with you!"

"You'd make a deal with me just for that? Hell already has your soul dear, I already own it," He winked. "Let's take those shackles off now shall we?"

(to be continued)