"I love it when I get begged in the bedroom," Crowley growled and ignored me, he continued to feast on me, my eyes unable to stay open from the pleasure and I couldn't stifle my moans. I tilted my head back with every lick he placed on me. I wanted to grap his hair with my hands and pull him closer to me, to gain more passion, but my wrists my locked tight against the chair. As he stuck some of his fingers in again, I gave a tiny whimper before a passionate moan, "H-harder...please my King, I want you to hit me with the riding crop," I politely asked to gain his favour.

"Oh, you do, do you?" He paused and looked me over. I felt as if his voice entrapped me in my host body like one of his spells.

Crowley would usually make one suffer from waiting for him but he couldn't resist me any longer. He practically ripped me out of the chair, snapping his fingers to undo the shackles quickly, he took me in his arms, "Nat, you have the power to even break me..." He whispered softly in my ear, "But you're not getting quite what you want, yet," He smirked as he caught my backside with the crop, I shrieked, not expecting it. He laughed, amused, "Want more of that?"

I felt myself press against the cold wall as he smacked my ass with the crop again, he pushed me against the wall face first using his powers. I gave a small gasp of pain and pleasure when the sting of the leather smarted my skin. I turned my head around, "Please...again," I looked at him with begging eyes.

"Turn around and shut your mouth then, nosey cow," He mock-insulted me and I felt his arm swing back and strike with me the leather again. It allowed another hot moan to escape my lips.

He hugged me from behind and pressed his body right up against mine to tease me, my breasts squished against the ice cold wall, "If you don't fucking like it..." He smacked me hard with the crop, "you can always shout 'Winchester' remember," He discarded it by throwing it onto the floor. Still pressed up against me, he took both my wrists and pushed my arms against the wall, "I am your King!" He shouted at me before teasing my entrance with his member, his chest hairs tickling my back. He was being a bastard again and loved to play sexual power games. I would have loved to have the power right there to turn the tables on him and see how he felt when he was teased.

"Had enough yet, love?" His eyes burning with passion, I guess teasing and sex torture came with the title King of Hell.

I nodded, my eyes were shut tight as I felt his body pressed against mine. My host body felt heat and I wanted him to engulf me with the words he hissed into my ear. "I will never scream that word, even if it is our safe word! I'm done with your teasing!" I desperately exclaimed.

Giving in, he pushed himself into me whilst grabbing my shoulders and letting me move my arms again. I used them to support myself against the wall. He kissed my neck as I bit my lip and he thrusted into me roughly, "You fucking love it, dirty demon whore!" He growled and moaned, his king-sized length slamming into me, both our heightened demonic senses going wild after the extended torture/teasing session.

I smirked at his words, I felt his hands move from my arms to my shoulders. I felt those warm lips that I loved to kiss, on my skin. I gave a gasp as he roughly pushed himself into me, I involuntary curled my fingers into fists against the wall and my dark eyes showed themselves again. I felt him push into me deeper and harder when he caught a glimpse of this.

"Mmmm you're so fucking gorgeous," He said into my ear from behind as he thrust into me, completely lost in the moment and letting his obscenities take over his speech, he nipped at my ear and a masculine whimper escaping his lips and his breathing was heavy. He moved his hands from my shoulders to my hips and gave me no mercy, taking out all of his frustrations and tension that came with running Hell on me, all the pacing about and worrying he had been doing in Hell being released as I let him use me.

I moaned loudly as I felt him grabbing onto my hips, he was playing power games again as he leaned out of me, delaying a bit before he rocked back into me. My moans got louder as he hit my sweet spot deep inside me and he wasn't getting tired. I remember what he said about his stamina.

He made a collar appear around my neck complete with a chain. He pulled on the metal link chain lightly as he continued to slam into me, "You're my bloody bitch darlin'!" He growled as he felt himself almost tip over the edge, the pleasure consuming him, and he made his best efforts to give his me an orgasm I wouldn't forget for a while, his fingernails clawing at my shoulders again, he yanked the chain back but not enough to choke me.

My head was pulled back and my eyes were on his as he hit the perfect spot again, I grabbed onto the wall tight. The orgasm took hold of my very being. I tried to gather air but I couldn't, it was too powerful. As a demon I didn't need to breathe, but I still tried. Finally, I managed to answer, "I will always be your little whore!" I whispered as my orgasm died down. I could still feel the pure ecstasy pounding through my brain, I certainly wouldn't forget this in a long time. Demons were extremely powerful and sex was no exception.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer as he felt the tension rise up inside him, he felt as if every part of him was going to explode, and he released himself into me, making a gasp of relief and sweat was covering his forehead, making his black hair damp, "And that's what you get for teasing me so much!" He flipped the blame on me, cheekily, when it was him all along. "Why would you ever have wanted to go to Heaven as a human, before you became a witch, when your bliss is right here?" He took himself out of me and hugged tightly, "You have taught a demon, a king, to love and be loved in return." He clicked his fingers to clean us both up.

"Would you like to join me for snuggles and a snooze in bed?" He asked me, wondering if I wanted to snuggle up against his warm body or get dressed and have some alone time. I nodded and he teleported us into a four poster bed with memory foam mattress and very warm duck down covers and pillows. I was exhausted and I fell asleep almost immediately in his arms. Contrary to popular belief, demons don't NEED to sleep, but they can choose to if they wish. Even angels could do that.

Note: There will be more chapters and storyline later on. Please review so I can improve!