My King pt. 1
warnings: smut, rough smut, d/s dynamics
A shiver went up your spine as you heard the King of Hell make his threat to your comrade standing next to you. You couldn’t help it but be turned on by the intense anger in his voice, way his face bunched up while he was yelling.
The thing was, even before your soul had been twisted and mutilated until you were fully a demon, back when you were alive as a human, you had always enjoyed the rougher side of things. Pain didn’t scare you, it turned you on. Got your engine up and running.
Right after Crowley finished his statement, he snapped his fingers and the demon beside you disappeared in a puff of smoke. You knew he hadn’t been taken out of existence, just sent back down to Hell to await whatever creative punishment Crowley would concoct for him. With being turned on your mind immediately started bringing up images of bindings and torture tools and all the great fun that could be had with those endless supplies.
You remained quiet, and as still as possible, feeling excitement, yet not wanting to draw attention to yourself. The things you had heard about Crowley made you want to be on his good side and gain pleasure from him, not be on his bad side and actually get denied everything you desired. You were somewhat new and trying to find the right balance to win favor.
After he finished dealing with everyone else in the room it was left just the two of you. You had never had the privilege of facing your king one on one before.
“You. I’ve been hearing things about you.” Crowley growled as he stepped towards you.
You swallowed, remaining still, unsure what messages about you would’ve spread.
“No answer? You do seem to be trained then already. I like that. Of course, we’ll have to make sure you’re trained in the ways that I prefer.”
“Sir?” you asked, getting even more confused.
“Hmmm... you already use the title I most prefer, good.”
You went back to remaining silent, keeping your gaze locked on Crowley’s.
“You do maintain eye contact quite a bit. That will be fine sometimes, but we’ll have to make sure you learn when it is okay and when I expect you to keep your gaze on the floor. My pets only get to look me in the eye when I give them permission to do so.”
An urge to look down came over you, but you remained focused and kept your gaze intense. This was all part of the game. Although you hadn’t gone over specifics with Crowley, you did tend to have a good sense of what dominant parties wanted from you. When being a brat and showing some defiance was part of the fun.
Crowley circled you, taking long, slow steps. “You’ve also chosen this meat suit well, the dimensions are much to my liking.”
“It’s not a meat suit, sir. This was my body when I was a human.”
“Mmmm, even better. That means you know it well. I like it when my toys know how all their buttons work. Tell me, what’s your name, pet?”
This time you didn’t hesitate, feeling a surge of confidence from the response you had gotten. It was nice still being in your own body, having remained in it when you died, got sent to Hell, and got twisted into the creature you now were. “Y/N.”
“Y/N. Very nice.”
It sounded like a song when Crowley said your name, so melodic and entrancing.
“You will meet me in my throne room in two hours. You will be wearing no panties, no bra under a nice short dress. You will be ready to learn your new place.” He walked up to you and placed his fingers under your chin, holding your gaze to his, “You are now mine. My pet. I expect you to be kneeling next to my throne when I arrive this evening. If not you’ll lose this position before you even get to enjoy it. Do you understand?” His voice was heavy, dripping with desire that matched your own.
“Yes, my King.”
“Good.” He raised his fingers and snapped, you found yourself in a dark room, decorated with two wardrobes and rows of impact toys hung on racks on the wall. You looked around, also seeing hooks full of ropes, leather cuffs, and every type of restraint you could imagine.
After taking it all in you wandered over to the wardrobes and opened them up in turn, jaw dropping at the selection of lingerie, dresses, and costumes that were stocked within them. Unsure of how much time had passed you decided to make your choice quickly and not waste any further time. You did not wish to lose your chance at serving your new master in your favorite ways.
You selected a skin tight, short, shimmery black dress and admired yourself in the floor length mirror on the inside of the one wardrobe door. It clung to you with every move, showing off your curves and providing easy access to your chest and your pussy, something you figured Crowley would appreciate.
Leaving your feet bare to allow for easiest movement and flexibility you found the only door in the room and opened it, peeking out to get a feel for your surroundings.
