Crowley isn't 'Good', and he isn't a 'Boy' (so to speak), but somehow, when Aziraphale gives a pleased little hum and threads his fingers idly through crimson curls with promise, he really, really wants to be.
Safe, sane and lovingly consensual play for our favourite disaster puppy, featuring non-explicit nudity and dom/sub overtones.
Little clumsy drabble & full art below the cut:
Even as his demon sits sweetly at his feet, the expression in those golden eyes does not beg permission nor plead for relief. Rather, like they always have, they watch him with curious and patient intensity, and wait to take whatever would be given. Aziraphale throws a glance up towards the windows of the bookshop, and the heavy curtains dutifully swing themselves across the windows, shutting out any unwanted passers by. This isn't for anyone but the two of them tonight.
The hum in Aziraphale's throat deepens by an octave. He spreads his thighs wider in his armchair, carefully removing his tidy reading spectacles to set them beside his long-abandoned teacup, threading one hand deep into Crowley's curls. He moves the other hand to lovingly trace across his lower lip.
"You've behaved so well today..." The words sigh out of him with a smile. He continues to circle his neatly manicured fingertips over Crowley's red, open mouth, shivering when a forked tongue flicks out cheekily to taste him. When resistance wavers and that snaking tongue coils wicked and wet around his finger; when Crowley eagerly leans forward to take him deeper into the warmth of his mouth, Aziraphale's hold on his hair curls into a fist and tugs, forcing him to bare his long, lovely throat.
The once-patient look in Crowley's eyes is gone now - replaced with something both desperately starving and incandescently alive. The angel gives a slow, satisfied smirk.
"Ah ah - don't be greedy now, there's a good boy... I'll give you what you need. I promise."
for the kink thing: Crowley and being 100% totally dominated in bed
Crowley was a bit hesitant to allow someone to dominate him in bed, but after enough asking and talking, he agreed to try it.
Of course, the moment you had him tied up and begging, he was gone, 100% loving you dominating him and being in charge.
He was obviously already super into you and gives you whatever you want in everyday life, but once he gives you the reigns in the bedroom, he’s lost in being your submissive. He strives to please you, to make you happy and to perform any task you ask of him in the bedroom.
A/N: This was written for @chelsea-winchester Courtney’s 200 Challenge “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones. Super late for that challenge. Sorry hun. This was also written for Becka @beckawinchester & Johanna’s @boredoutofmymindwriting 500 Follower milestone challenge with the prompt, “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake and @fiveleaf 100 Follower Challenge with the prompts, Crowley, Hell and Devil’s Trap. The reader roleplays as Crowley’s dominatrix in a demonic sex club. LOTS of kinky SMUT ahead. This is part 2 of the Hot Times In Hell series. You do not need to read Part 1 to understand Part 2. Each story is its own self-contained smutty story. I actually spent a day and a half researching for this chapter. LOL. Enjoy. :) Smut aesthetics under the cut.
The Hot Times In Hell Series
Part 1: The One With the Princess Leia Fantasy
Part 3: In the Name of the Father
(each chapter is a self-contained story)
Also on AO3
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Crowley snapped his fingers appearing outside the decadent club he created. Various demons under his employ were waiting patiently outside the velvet ropes anxious to join the demonic elite inside. The security guards stood by the door, a rather imposing force diligently checking names off a list.
Judging by the shouts and calls from Crowley’s demonic employees, they thought the ring on his finger was just for show; which it wasn’t, you two were indeed married, and happily so at that.
Crowley hardly ever frequented the clubs he owned. Preferring to delegate managing to someone else. But tonight he wasn’t here on business, he was here for pleasure: yours and his.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(Woo woo, woo woo)
Crowley walked confidently up to the gilded doors, nodding to the security guards. Adjusting his suit, he walked over the threshold. He was immediately met with loud music, happy giggles and a red and black strobe light. It was just as he remembered it.
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(Woo woo, woo woo)
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
(Who who, who who)
Crowley was excited about acting out this fantasy. He was in charge every day, every hour, even when he delegated so many duties to other demons. His work and leadership never ended. Sometimes he’d even have to schedule you in, just to have sex with you.
Crowley’s work extended to you. Though he never saw you as work, of course. It was an added responsibility that he had every day, nonetheless. Work a full-day in Hell and come home and be your Dom and attend to both of your needs. He was a careful Dom and very protective and loving with you but he needed a break sometimes. He yearned for a release where he didn’t have to think and control, he could just give over power safely to someone he trusted and loved. Someone who could dominate him in the right way.
He was centuries old and had tried this countless times before but everyone else got it wrong. It wasn’t about pain or torture. He was no slouch when it came to pain but there had to other things there too. It was about gentle seduction, about the gentle pull from a seemingly submissive woman now a Domme to her King. He was both excited and nervous about the prospect. It was a great change of pace from where he just came from, a dull meeting in Hell with two demons constantly badgering him about something. He definitely needed a release.
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(Woo woo, who who)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(Who who, who who)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(Woo woo, who who)
Crowley walked down the hallway, hands in his pockets as he glanced curiously at the scene around him. Over to his left there were some hapless souls in cages dancing to please the manager of this establishment. Over to the right, female demons offered monsters; vampires and demons mostly but some werewolves as well, some beverages. He nodded to various employees not remembering their names or caring much about them, just that they did their job well and their clients were happy.
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(Who who, who who)
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(Woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah
(Woo woo, woo woo)
He walked over to the bar and everyone parted for him. He stopped abruptly when he realized that “Sympathy for the Devil” was playing, how apt really. He smirked as he focused on the song for a bit.
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah
(Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down
(Woo woo, woo woo)
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(Woo woo)
The bartender bows in front of him, standing a respectable distance from him, waiting for his order. Crowley smirked and opened his mouth when a demon to his left snapped her fingers, making Craig appear before him. Crowley stared down at the drink unimpressed. Crowley slowly turned his head, both curious and angry. Warring emotions ever present on his face. The female demon looked down at the ground gulping.
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
“Forgive me for my boldness sir, but the King shouldn’t be drinking by himself.”
Both you and Crowley were jealous to no ends. He had killed several demons just for looking at you much less touching you. You could feel the anger flowing off you in waves. You pressed your hands into fists and started to slide off the bar stool when Crowley subtly stopped you. You hadn’t entered the scene yet so you weren't his Mistress just yet. You glared at him, which he saw from the corner of his eye. Turning slowly to the female demon his voice was gruff and held no room for argument. He gripped the glass so tightly; he thought it would shatter in his hands.
“I appreciate the gesture, really I do,” the sarcasm ever present in his tone. “But you see, I am married,” he held up his hand showing off his wedding band to the woman. “She is my Queen, the Queen of Hell and she WILL NOT be scorned or trifled with by the likes of you. I am NOT the type to cheat on her. I feel myself quite lucky to have her by my side.” He takes a deep breath and tries to take the intensity out of his voice. “Now, I know you’re a newly turned demon, but you’d do well to remember I already have a Queen. Go spread the word, dear.”
The demon swallowed and took in a nervous breath. She kept her eyes downcast the entire time Crowley was speaking but the moment he finished, she looked up nervously and her lips trembled. Crowley’s eyes flashed red to signify he meant business and to leave now. The demon disappeared a second later.
Oh, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who [x2]
Oh, yeah
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Woo, who, who [x6]
Oh, yeah
Woo woo [x2]
You smirked and focused your gaze on Crowley; he turned back around to you, holding it. Your gaze slowly ran down his frame. Gracefully reaching out to the edge of the bar, you slid down the bar stool elegantly. You swayed your hips as you walked confidently over to him. You put your back to the bar with your chest to his face. You were very close to him now; close enough to feel his warm breath on your skin.
You waved off the bartender who was intrigued by the chemistry between you two. You slowly moved even closer to him. You fingertips grazed under his chin lifting it up to meet your curious gaze.
“Are you ready to take orders from your Queen?”
Crowley was warring with himself. He desperately wanted to say yes but it was difficult for him to just relinquish power like that at the snap of his fingers. You took out a long breath as your tongue dove out of your mouth licking your crimson tinted lips.
“Hmmm. It must be hard for the King of Hell to submit to anyone, but I assure you, we’ll get there,” you stated confidently.
You stepped in between his legs and ran your hands up his chest as you slowly slide his tie from his collar. You smirked up at him as you felt the silky material slide between your fingers. Continuing to slyly smile at him, you yanked the rest of it off and bunched it into your palm. You would have liked to put a collar on him now, but there were rules. He was worried about how his demons would react to their King in chains from you, a human. He would look weak and that would put you both in danger. But how to get him to leave, was the question. You leaned over, your breasts on full display for him. You whispered in his ear holding onto his collar.
“Be a good boy for your Mistress.”
His gaze held dominance to it, but you could see it wavering. You bite your lips and looked at him with a hungry gaze. You kicked the stool out from under him and he quickly stood. He quirked his eyebrow, smoothed over his suit and looked down at you. You held your hand out to follow you and he nodded, leaving a good tip for the bartender. His gait was confident as he walked behind you. Your heels clacked on the wooden floorboards, while his shoes made a booming sound behind you. You were both walking to the backstage area.
Nodding to the security guards, you and Crowley slipped past the heavy velvet curtain into another hallway, showered in red lights. You walked through the hallway, the red lighting painted your hair in a macabre glow. You turned your face towards him, throwing Crowley a truly disturbing gaze with the red light. A gaze that made him instantly hard. He could take orders from you with that gaze. Your hips swayed as you glided to the door at the end of the hall.
You opened it and turned on the light. The light provided from the black chandelier just barely lit the room. You yanked on Crowley’s shirt collar, pushed him through the door and back onto the sofa, and quickly locked the door behind you.
With your head up and your hands on your hips, you walked straight over to the candles. You slowly took a match out of the matchbox and lit the candles one by one, your movements slow and calculated. You could feel Crowley’s eyes following you around the room. You turned around to him slowly blowing out the match. Let the games begin.
You let your trench coat fall in a puddle by your knees. You lifted one leg slowly out and then the other. You kicked the coat to your left, giving Crowley a nice view of your stocking covered long legs. You stood before him, feeling powerful. Your breasts were spilling out of your black lace and leather corset. Your hair done up in waves in an old Hollywood style. Your eye makeup was very loud and ostentatiously black, making your eyes seem darker and more commanding than before. Your lips a deep shade of red that contrasted with your completely black outfit. You had on a garter belt and silk stockings paired with your favorite black pumps. You smirked down at him when you saw his eyes shine red.
“Up. NOW slave,” your gaze dark and your tone forceful.
Crowley obliged. You slowly run your fingers against Crowley’s clothes. You looked up at him, tilting your head trying to read him as you slowly took off his jacket and then his shirt. You left him to place his clothes in a neat pile, your hip swaying. You made sure to bend over while doing it so your ass was on full display for him. You returned to take off the bottom half of his clothes. You caressed his cheek with one finger pushing his chin up to meet your gaze.
I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah)
Them other boys don't know how to act (yeah)
I think it's special, what's behind your back (yeah)
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack (yeah)
Dirty babe
You see these shackles, baby
I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
“Welcome to Lady Y/N’s domain. I will take care of you, Pet, and you will learn how amazing it is to let go. You are safe here and loved, but you are not the King, here you are mine, Pet, to be used as I see fit.”
You could see Crowley struggling to let go. You placed a finger against his lips.”
“Shh. Go along with the illusion dear or it won’t work.”
Crowley smirked and nodded his head.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good boy.” You pet Crowley’s head, massaging his scalp a bit. You noticed the way his eyes closed as you caressed him. Your hands left his head abruptly, falling down to his belt. You kept eye contact with him as you slid his belt through his pants. Without any further ado, you slid down his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, surprising him. You kept yanking until Crowley stepped out of them. You left to place them in a pile as well. Crowley was never one for patience so this was unbelievably difficult for him.
You smirked down at his cock, already hard and pointing at you. You pushed him backwards until he was in the center of the room. You slowly walked around him appraising his body, the body that was now yours. He tried to look at you as you walked around him but you grabbed his head and placed it forward.
“You’re mine now. Your mistress is evaluating your body, my body. You keep your head straight and look forward.”
You heard him grumble and you immediately spanked one of his cheeks. He yelped in surprise. You tilted your head in his direction and he nodded and looked down. You stood behind him just because you knew how frustrating it was for him to not see your body. You saw him looking ahead, following orders.
“Are you ready to submit to your Mistress fully?”
You held up the Devil’s trap handcuffs. He eyed the handcuffs and then smirked back at you. You sternly glared back at him.
“Do your worst, Mistress.”
Come here, girl (go 'head, be gone with it)
Come to the back (go 'head, be gone with it)
Vip (go 'head, be gone with it)
Drinks on me (go 'head, be gone with it)
You see what you're twerking with (go 'head, be gone with it)
Look at those hips (go 'head, be gone with it)
You make me smile (go 'head, be gone with it)
Go 'head, child (go 'head, be gone with it)
And get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
You leaned forward grabbed his arm and carefully closed the devil’s trap handcuffs around it before moving to the other wrist. You stepped back looking at a naked, horny Crowley who was completely at your mercy.
“What color?”
“Green.”
“Good boy.”
You stepped into the shadows that painted the room, making Crowley have to strain to see you, which was the point. You stepped purposely to the candles on your left, taking one and slowly walking over to Crowley with it. You tilted you head looking at his gaze and the slightly hairy body that was all yours. Carefully, you walked closer to Crowley, his eyes now glowing from the candle. Your gaze slowly dragged up his body to rest on his eyes. You quirked your eyebrow staring at him, he subtly nodded. You slowly poured the wax down his chest, careful to avoid the hairy patch. He grunted and then let out a long sigh. You quickly massaged the wax into his chest, making small circles into his skin.
You took your finger and brought it to your mouth. Your tongue dove out as you slowly licked some of the wax present on it. You then bent over, your hands in his hair yanking it just so as you licked his nipple and a small patch of wax. You didn’t miss how his head went back when your mouth met his skin. You kept eye contact with him and poured a little more onto his chest.
His eyes turned an intense red. You reached up and dragged the chains that went from his handcuffs to the ceiling. You dragged them down so Crowley was slightly lower than eye-level with you. You stared at him, he stared back. He was used to you being the sweet submissive girl he loved. He had no idea that you could enter this role so well.
Your hands reached around his body spanking both cheeks simultaneously. He quickly withdrew his red eyes and looked down at the ground.
“That’s my good, submissive boy.”
Crowley growled quietly.
Uh, yeah, I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah)
You mother fuckers watch how I attack (yeah)
If that's your girl, better watch your back (yeah)
'Cause you're burning up for me, and that's a fact (yeah, take it to the chorus)
You walked loudly and glared back at him, shaking your head slowly. You walked behind him, again spanking him. Your fingers touched every inch of skin on his chest, shoulders and neck as if you were committing it to memory. You then grabbed his hair and pushed his neck away kissing and sucking on his skin, until a dark hickey formed.
“You’re mine, Pet. Your mistress owns you, but don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. Color?”
“Green.”
“Very good, Pet,” you winked at him. Your heels clanking against the floor as you reached for your cat o’ nine tails whip. You dragged it across your palms and then the front of Crowley’s body to make sure he knew what was coming next.
Whispering in his ear, you asked him a simple question. “You know that some men like legs. Some men like breasts. Some like long hair. Know what I like?”
“No.”
“You stopped dead in your tracks. You reach, grabbing Crowley’s hair and twisting it.”
“No what?”
“No, Mistress. ”
“Very good. Remember that. As I was saying, what I like are men’s butts. You know what I like to do with these gorgeous butts? I like to squeeze them, pinch them, caresses them.” As you said each word, you did it, squeezing, pinching and caressing his ass. And man, did Crowley have a nice ass.
“Know what else I like? I like to rub my bare breasts down your back and over your bare ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
You pressed your breasts into his back, slowly sliding them down his body until they reached his ass. Then you grabbed your breasts and fondled them against his ass.”
“Does that feel good, Pet?”
“Amazing, Mistress, but I want to touch you.”
“Shh. You have to earn that by being a good boy.”
“Now, you know what I like the best, Crowley? I like this,” you spanked him once on each cheek.
“I’ve heard you’re fearless. That nothing scares you. You are the king, after all.” You walk over to retrieve his tie, “I’m covering your eyes so you can concentrate on what you’re feeling.”
You knead each ass cheek before spanking them both twice.
“You like that? Being punished by a woman?”
Spank.
“I give you permission to like it.”
Spank.
You took a feather and slowly dragged it along his body alternating between feather light touches and prolonged strokes. You keep it up until you feel the tension leave his body and goose bumps form on his skin. You then grabbed the whip and spanked his ass again twice on each cheek.
“You like it?”
No response.
“I’ll stop.”
“No, please don’t.”
“Say you like it or I’ll stop.”
“I can’t.”
“Why? You’re ashamed?” You paused dropping your voice an octave. “Finding pleasure in your Mistress isn’t shameful. It’s OK. You’re allowed to like it and still be the King. Let go and let yourself enjoy it. Stop fighting for dominance. You must be so tired of being dominant. Of controlling all those demons. Let it go. Let the tension fall.”
Come here, girl (go 'head, be gone with it)
Come to the back (go 'head, be gone with it)
Vip (go 'head, be gone with it)
Drinks on me (go 'head, be gone with it)
You see what you're twerking with (go 'head, be gone with it)
Look at those hips (go 'head, be gone with it)
You make me smile (go 'head, be gone with it)
Go 'head, child (go 'head, be gone with it)
And get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)
Get your sexy on
You spanked his ass once more on each cheek before you walked around to look into his eyes. You slowly took off the blindfold noticing only hunger was there and not the usual defiance.
You slowly uncuffed him, not missing the surprise in his gaze and grabbed a collar, his collar. The very collar he picked out for himself a week before this. You had joked at the time that you both had collars now. You had gorgeous black lace over yours while his was simple distressed black leather. He sucked in a breath as you held it up to him.
You placed the collar around his neck and attached a leash to it. You yanked down the leash and Crowley moved with it to the ground. You carefully placed your heel on his back, shoving him further down on the ground. Smirking, you slowly walk back and lower yourself on the throne that’s in the corner of the room. You place your hands on either side of the throne and lean forward, leash in your hands. You ran a finger down your throat to your chest.
“On your heels, Crowley.”
He obeyed immediately, staring up at you for further instructions. You sat there for a moment, just basking in the fact that you made Crowley go into subspace.
Continuing to smirk, you held your finger out, bending it in a come hither motion. He crawled over to you, his arms on either side of the chair. You looked down at him sternly and tilted your head in disapproval. He withdrew his hands placing them down on the ground.
“Good doggie.”
You pulled the chain and his head yanked up.
“Take off my clothes slowly, now.”
Crowley nodded.
You slowly stepped up from the chair. You yanked the chain, pulling Crowley to you. He slowly stood before you. Carefully, almost reverently, he peeled off your clothes staring hungrily at your chest. His hands shook with need as he slowly undid the ties in the back of your corset. You held out your leg on his shoulder.
“Take off the rest too.”
He slowly slid off your shoes and your stockings. His hands hovered over your panties. You nodded at him and he slowly dragged them down your legs, taking a sharp breath in.
“Kiss and massage my legs, feet, and thighs, but not my pussy. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Crowley starts with your toes, sucking each of them before kissing every inch of your body from your feet up to your waist. He pays special attention to your thighs, hungrily kissing the flesh there. You can see how much he desires you for each action.
His face hovered over your pussy.
“Please, Mistress. Please.”
You slowly placed a finger inside your pussy. Crowley’s hungry eyes followed it. You curled it, arching your back and moaning. You slowly pulled it out, showing him how wet you already were. It glistened in the dim light.
“Taste my finger.”
Crowley’s tongue dove out of his mouth, greedily lapping up your slick.
“Good boy.”
“Please, Mistress.”
You looked down at him nodding.
“Make you Mistress come quickly. I want to feel your cock inside me. You will get spanked if you keep me waiting.”
You leaned forward on the throne as Crowley crawled closer to your. His lips wrapped tentatively around your clit.
“Faster, pet.”
Crowley kept his tongue soft and flat licking up and down. He moved his tongue over to your clit and pressed on it before sucking it. Your head fell back on your throne. Crowley moved his tongue in different angles, changing his pace from slow to fast, intense to gentle. He watched your eyes flutter closed. You moaned loudly.
He lapped at your clit while his fingers dove into your pussy arching to meet your G-spot. You were already so wet he could slip three fingers in.
You pushed against his flat, still tongue about to command him to continue when he sprung back with a series of fast and vertical diagonal tongue strokes. He licked you senseless with a short burst of energy and the returned to soft slow strokes.
His fingers worked relentlessly inside you, in a sharp contrast to how slowly he was licking you. You could already feel your orgasm fast approaching. His flat tongue pressed down on your clit and he shook his head.
He lifted his eyes to watch you lost in pleasure. His fingers dove into your pussy faster and faster. He sucked your clit into his lips. You were getting closer and closer when he suddenly lapped at your clit, his fingers reaching even deeper inside you, faster still. You came suddenly and sharply crying out his name along with, “good boy.” Crowley worked you through your orgasm and then stepped back on his heels, awaiting your next command.
You laid there wrecked, chest heaving, breathing ragged. You looked down at him with lustful eyes. You yanked his chain back, forcing him down on the crimson carpet. You were on him in a flash. You legs on either side of his strong thighs. Your hips on his hips holding him still.
“Color, “ you whispered in between ragged breaths.
“Green,” he smirked back.”
You sunk down on his cock moaning at the feel of him filling you so completely.
“No touching your Mistress. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
‘“What a good boy.”
You hands pressed down on his chest as your back arched. You moved your hips in a steady circular motion. You moved back and forth until your clit pressed against his public bone. You moaned out his name.
You moved your hands down on his thighs bouncing up and down. You watched his cock enter and leave your body. Biting your lip before you threw your head back. You moved forward, your head on his chest, he desperately wanted to touch you but you didn’t tell him he could, so he just lay there taking what you gave him.
You kissed his neck as you moved your hips back and forth. You let out a continuous string of moans. Crowley in turn was desperately fighting against his nature and the need to flip you over and plow you into the carpet. He growled softly, clenching his fists. You hit him on the chest, growling back. He moaned back at you. You grabbed his head and held him there in place. He watched you arch your back, breasts on full display. You ground against his hips faster and faster until with your other hand, you rubbed circles on your clit, coming in a matter of seconds. You came with another scream of his name.
When you came, you got off of Crowley’s waist. He looked at you both surprised and angry. You shook your head and grabbed his cock, rubbing him up and down fast.
“I said you would come. I never said where. Cum on my breasts now.”
You kept pumping his cock until warm spurts of cum shot over your bare breasts. You kept going until you were sure he didn’t have any cum left. You massaged it into your breast before you placed your finger on your nipple and slowly licked the cum off it.
“You were mostly a good boy but it was hard for you to give over control. Maybe next time, I’ll let you come inside me.” You said with a wink.
Crowley snapped his fingers and you found yourself on his bed in Hell lying against satin sheets.
“I had no idea you were that amazing as a dominatrix. We should have done this ages ago.”
Crowley pulled you into his arms. You drew small circles into his chest.
“So you enjoyed yourself?”
“Yes, immensely. It was nice to forgo control. Although the end….”
“I had to punish my somewhat of a bad boy. You had problems letting go.”
“I know. I‘m sorry, Pet. It wasn't you. It was me. It's hard for me to forgo power, even when I trust and love you. It’s an issue I have to work on. You handled it beautifully.”
“Was me calling you doggie…was that too much?”
“I‘ve been called a lot worse over the years.”
Crowley continued, “you were brilliant, really. Seductive, in control, confident, alluring. I could come just from imagining you.”
“Good boy, “ you said teasingly.
Crowley chuckled. He bent down and kissed your head.
“I love you, Crowley.”
“And I love you too, my precious little tiger. Now get some rest. After all the fun we had, I would imagine a human would be quite exhausted. I’ll watch over you.”
And that’s just what you did, as you nuzzled into Crowley’s neck, dreaming of all the fantasies that were yet to come.
