BUREAUCRACY IN ACTION
Notes
Smuttville.
... the explicit version on archiveofourown... "Bureaucracy in Action" by goodgirl_astray
I've never been in a D/s relationship, I just sometimes had fantasies and I read about such relationships. Don't be shocked if you know something about it and I'm not getting it right. It's going to be, as in the previous smutty chapters only mildly D/s. I can't imagine Naomi fully sub, nor Crowley permanently Dom. Their relationship has too much of a mental parity, his brilliant mind, her thousands of years of experience. I see their relationship more like James Bond working with a sexy Russian spy to save the world from a bigger threat than each other :)
There are still a few weeks till Season 10 and I'll just use some pretext for more Crowley x Naomi interaction, without in any way trying to guess what the new season will bring.
Disclaimer
Supernatural is a television series, created by Eric Kripke, produced by Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland Sound and Vision and Warner Bros. Television, distributed by Warner Bros. Television
The Deal
For a moment he thought he went too far. That he demanded something she was not yet ready to admit she wanted.
"No one can know," she said.
Crowley almost exhaled at her surrender. Her demand was easy to carry out. Having her was all he wanted out of this deal. He didn't need to brag about it. Besides, he was sure that no one would truly understand how much it meant to him that she obeyed him. It was in part the delicious evil of smearing an angel, corrupting a being that had been created at the beginning of time, a being created to be pure and strong. It was in part because her mind fascinated him as much as she seemed to be fascinated by his mind. She knew answers to questions he wasn't even thinking of asking. She would be a precious resource in his aim to consolidate his power. She would be able to tell him things long forgotten by the rest of the world. He would pay her price of silence. It would make the secrets she shared with him even more effective, if no one knew the source of his knowledge.
And, oh, yes, the sex with her was fantastic! Beyond being an exercise in evil, Crowley enjoyed her body as much as her mind.
"No one will know," he said.
"Crowley, if someone finds out that I'm alive, you will free me. If someone finds out the details of our... collaboration, I will kill you. Do you accept the deal?"
A thrill went through him at her words. Her tone had been plain, but there was no trace of hesitation in her. Not even when she paused before settling for the same term she always used to describe their relationship. A collaboration. She was going to kill him if he made public the full nature of their... collaboration. Crowley wondered if there could be anything sexier than a beautiful woman threatening to kill him.
He pulled her in his arms and kissed her. Before he could worry about the gesture being too romantic their bodies reacted to each other. The sensation of ice and fire swept through them. Oddly enough, it made them tighten the embrace instead of either pushing away. He was the first to recover.
"I'll take his holiness to the Winchesters. Be at this address in 24 hours," he said, producing a business card out of thin air.
He didn't have to threaten her not to disobey him. He knew she wouldn't go back on her word in regular circumstances. In these highly unusual circumstances... his dungeon was probably more of a sanctuary than anything else. And they both knew it.
Just because the truth was that he was offering her safety, did not mean that he had to make it easy for her to get in. The address he had given her was that of his favourite manor. Better guarded than the Winchesters' bunker. With more powerful and more subtle angel detection systems than any other place on Earth.
The next day, he was not surprised to find her there, waiting for him. Neither was he surprised of the dirty look she threw him. It pleased him a great deal that she wasn't just anywhere in the house. She had passed his guards without killing any, passed every protective sygil he had in place without triggering them. She looked worn out and her clothes were a bit on the ragged side, but she was in his dungeon.
"That was uncalled for," she said, referring to his wards.
"What did you expect, darling? You're dealing with a demon," he said smiling his most annoying smile.
"Indeed," she said.
Crowley sat next to her on the wooden cot.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked as mildly as he could, smelling the answer before she spoke.
"Of course I am," she whispered. "Not play-afraid, Crowley. Afraid-afraid."
He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward him. He needed her trust for all the things he had in mind. The serious ones and the fun ones. The only way to have her trust was to be trustworthy. That's why he meant every word he said next.
"I'm never going to harm you. Maybe it's that soul-bond talking, but that's exactly how I feel now. I like playing games with you because you're strong. And you managed to surprise me more than once."
"I've done such terrible things, Crowley. Being around you... they seem logical and I'm less ashamed. How can the right thing be so far from what I was taught about right and wrong?"
He didn't know whether she was talking about her choice to use Sam to capture Lucifer the first time, or if it was about having plotted behind her commander's back. For all he knew she cDisclaimerould think of the slaughter of infants she had overseen two thousand years earlier.
"Times are strange. Humans don't have monopoly over making choices. You are not the only angel to have exercised free will. You make a choice, you have to assume it. That's how it works. You have to know what you are and accept it."
"What am I, Crowley? What am I now?"
He sensed her need to surrender, to give up control and any ability to choose. He sensed her yearn for him to make her forget the world. For a while.
"Now, you are mine."
"Yes," she quoted their deal. "Yours to use. Any. Way. You. Want."
Well, the serious matters could wait. The dangerous Archangels could be ignored for a while. They deserved these moments. He would never again make the assumption that they had time. Never again let the opportunity to enjoy her pass him by. He believed that their end was still far, but they had been apart for too many years to put the mission before their pleasure.
"Good girl," he said, approvingly. "That's very important for you to keep in mind. Do you remember the safeword?"
"Colt," Naomi whispered.
Crowley relished her shyness. She had had to be strong all her so-called-life. Even when she was obeying orders, she had to be strong. She could never break down. She never had a magic word that would stop all the scary things. Crowley was certain that she would use the safeword before she ever got really scared by their games, just to measure the trust she could place in him. He leaned to whisper in her ear, his breath caressing her skin with every word.
"From now on, nothing else you say, not fighting me, not begging me, NOTHING else will make me stop."
They were so close, he could see her getting goose bumps on her skin. He was monitoring all of her reactions and he noticed the change. There was no longer pure fear. He could sense expectation. Eagerness. The game was on.
"Take off your clothes," he told her.
Naomi stood up without hesitation and got undressed. He watched aroused and amused how she took everything off, without any lascivious movements and without any trace of self consciousness, then folded them neatly, one by one. She met his gaze with the same serenity as the first time he had seen her naked, all those years ago. In Mesopotamia.
"Oh, you're not fooling me with this pretence of being a good girl. You're obedient now, but we both know you have been a very, very bad girl."
For the game to work he had to get to her with more than a whip. He had to shake her with some realities. She hadn't intended to free Lucifer, but opening the Cage to save her commander, only made things twice more difficult for Crowley. The King of Hell had been enjoying Heaven without its usual leadership.
Not to mention that, game or not, there were many things he had to learn from her. Crowley loved mixing business with pleasure almost as much as he liked mixing business with pain or mixing pleasure with pain. He was going to mix all three with this being.
... ... ...
He brushed his fingertips over her arms before snapping the grace suppressing manacles on her wrists. Naomi hissed as if in pain when her power suddenly vanished. Crowley knew the sensation well. In his case, unlike for her, the shock had not come accompanied by pleasure. Being without his powers had been a nightmare that he was not soon going to be forgotten or forgiven.
... ... ...
There were so many things he wanted to do to her, it was difficult to decide what to do first. As usual, when in doubt, he started talking. Words were always useful to him. His voice was a tool every bit as effective as a whip. Also, he was unpleasantly aware that touching her would cost him the ability to prolong the game. He physically yearned to get lost in her, and it was not acceptable. He reached for an elegant riding crop he had on the wall.
"Let's start with the important question. Why did you open the Cage?"
He caressed her back with the fine leather tip.
"To free Michael," she answered, and yelped when he flicked the crop on her ass.
"Naomi, I am not an idiot. I will ask more clearly. Why did you need to free Michael? And why now?"
She hesitated, and he had the satisfaction to give her a few more lashes. His hands were itching. He wanted her over his knee. Wanted to spank her until his palm would sting. All the more reason to not touch her or he'd forget about the game.
"Why do you have to ask me in this manner? I would tell you anything you want to know if you just ask."
Crowley didn't say anything. He wouldn't lie to her and he did not want to tell her the truth. The truth was that he could imagine the answers and he wanted her to utter the words when she was his in ways she would never forget.
"Why did you need St. Michael free, Naomi?" he asked again.
"Because with him, there is a chance to save Dean," she admitted.
He resumed caressing her, at first with the crop, but he soon threw it away and reached for her with his hands. He was gentle and bold in his touches. He wanted to obliterated with new pleasures any memories she had about conceiving Dean. It was stupid and he was well aware, but Crowley couldn't lie to himself. He was jealous. Of a past that he couldn't be sure would remain only past, now that Michael was free. And Michael had tasted her... If Crowley himself, with a world and an underworld of beings at his feet couldn't stay away from this one being, how could he believe that Saint Michael will.
"Do you have a time frame for that?" he asked, his fingers reaching between her legs.
"Mnot rrreally," she said... ...
"Awww, you like that," he said, with a smug grin.
"Yeah," Naomi admitted in a throaty sigh.
"What else would you like?" he asked, never stopping from his exploration of her body.
"I want you inside me," she said.
Crowley almost stopped from what he was doing at this very open admission.
"That riiiight?"
His tone was barely a question. He was using his voice as another way to touch her. To please her. To enslave her. She shivered at the sound of his voice and all the promises it contained.
"Yeah," she confessed her weakness again. "I'm here, aren't I? I sealed the deal..."
If he would stand not touching her for a while, he would've said that sex wasn't what she had asked from him. But he didn't want to wait, either. They were going to discuss the whole business with Lucifer, the healing of Michael and of Dean. Later. Much later.
At the moment his vessel had only a limited supply of blood and most of it had run away from his brain. ... ... ...
They had their soul bond, but they also had a wonderful vessel-to-vessel connection.
... ... ... ...
A few minutes later, he led her to his lavish Roman style bathing chamber. It was in the part of his manor off limits to his minions, to ensure the King's much needed privacy.
He took pleasure subjecting her to near climax while he instructed her to touch herself in certain ways. He sat on the steps of his bath, only his feet in the warm water, dressed in beach shorts and a t-shirt just to make her feel more aware of being naked before him. He stopped her on the brink of orgasm twice and when he told her to stop for a third time, she didn't so, he stepped in and pulled her hands away from her body.
Naomi looked at him, the blue of her irises barely visible because of her arousal. She was panting and frustrated, but he couldn't enjoy torturing her because his own body was making some very unceremonious demands of him. He backed her into a deeper part of the pool.
... ... ... ...
He was sweet and slow, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her lips. When he kissed her closed eyes, tears rolled down. This time, they didn't burn his skin. They tasted like heaven. This time, she didn't scream her climax. She just held on to him, more tightly. This time, she meant it when she said
"I love my King."
Like a spell, he came again.
He deserved to be loved.
Author's note
People, I went a bit off the deep end with the porn. Sorry about that. I guess it's been a while for me and these two are a lot of fun to play with.