Sweet torture - Crowley (Smut)

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Crowley tightened the leather bonds around your wrists, making you whale in pain. You were naked but covered by bigger pieces of leather wrapped around your breasts and bottom. Your arms were chained upward to the ceiling and your legs were chained down as well. "So. This can go one of two ways. Easy or.. Very hard." Crowley snickered, running his fingers along your exposed stomach.

"Go to hell." You struggled as you tried to loosen to the grip around your body.

"Oh sweetie, you see, I own hell." Crowley walked over to the lever, pulling it down and sending electric shots down your whole body.

You screamed bloody murder as you felt a hundred knifes stab your body. "This would be more enjoyable if you would tell me where the Winchesters are." He gave you a frustrated and very stern look. Almost eyeing your soul instead of your face.

"Fuck off!" You were not about to sell out the Winchesters. You hunted with them, and they've been nothing but good to you.

"Suit yourself." Crowley again gave you a sly face, he was enjoying this. Watching you wiggle from the pain he caused.

"AHHH." Your vision diminished for a dim second as you fainted. You woke up minutes later with Crowley in your face, "You're doing this to yourself. Just one word and this is over." He tried to bargain with you. 'How easy does he think I am?' You thought inside your head.

"Maybe I enjoy being tortured by you." You smirked, breathing heavily and desperately wanting to wipe the sweat the off your face.

"I figured." He lifted an eyebrow, bringing his lips to yours. You felt evil float through your body. You moaned feeling him run his hands along your thighs. He walked away, returning seconds later with a tray of kinky things yet something a serial killer would keep in his closet. He pulled out a whip, "Classic.." You muttered under your breath, catching Crowley's glare. He walked over to you, making the air colder. He stroked the whip and whipped your thigh. You yelled, tearing up at the pleasurable pain. "I find that 'Classics' are the best." He whipped your thigh again. "FUCK." You cried.

"Not just yet." He walked back over to the tray, grabbing a dildo.

"Wow, quite forward you are Mr. Crowley." You giggled trying to hide the need and fear.

"Mhhm." He replied, dragging it along your stomach. "Open." He shoved it into your mouth, making you gag. "C'mon, this isn't even big." He put it deeper, taking it back out.

He walked towards a pole and pressed a button, the chains for your legs pulled apart until they were spread as they could go. He walked over again and pressed the tip of the dildo against your sex. You groaned giving an accidental pleading face. "Hmmm." He shoved it in quickly, pulling it out just as soon. "CROWLEY." You screamed his name hearing it echo through the empty rooms down the hall.

He repeated his this sweet torture over and over again until you felt your walls tremble with wetness. You climaxed. You came harder than you ever had in your entire life. And you've had plenty of orgasms in your life. Crowley laughed, "That's all it took?," he walked back over to the tray grabbing what looked to be anal beads. "These. These are vibrating anal beads. And trust me when I say this, you will be soup when I'm done with you." You giggled a bit at his odd example.

He walked over to you again, making your heart jump a million times per second. He grabbed lube and spread it evenly over your bottom, pushing a finger and making you moan. He looked up to see your face. You noticed he enjoyed your pleasure more than his. "Is this some fifty shades of grey shit?" You commented, yes you've read the book. Who hasn't? It was hot as hell.

"Hmm. I guess you could say my tastes are very singular." He quoted, obviously he's read it too. You giggled a bit.

He took you off guard and put the beads inside your ass. "CROWLEY." you whined, pulling on the chains again. He left them in the same position but turned the vibration on. You moaned Crowley's name over and over again. You could feel another orgasm build in your fiery pit. He watched you from the side, running his hands along your exposed skin.

"Since abusive action doesn't make you come clean, maybe orgasm after orgasm will. You'll be so sensitive even the slightest touch will send you over the moon." Crowley laughed, making you become more weak at his words than you were before. You felt close as Crowley pulled them out, you whined.

"Oh," he walked up to your ear, "And lots and lots of teasing."

Wow. Crowley is.. Crowley is hot. Okay. I can literally see this happening. Holy Jiminy cricket. Next one is CAS !

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