CROSSROADS

I laid on the bed with my arms still stuck above my head, my face turned away from the demon who was sitting on the side of the bed. I felt the bed shift as he stood and pulled his pants back up. The sound of his belt jingling as he buckled it, made me shudder. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door without saying a word. I heard the water running in the sink for a few minutes and then shut off. Crowley walked back out wiping his wet hands on a towel.

"Ready for another go?", Crowley breathed. When he made eye contact with me, he grinned and I looked away. He chuckled as he walked close to the bed. "I'll take that as a no". He stopped next to the bed and then looked over at the spear lying on the night stand.

"You lot were planning to stab me with this, is that right?" I stared at the ceiling and refused to respond. He ran his finger down the long piece of metal until his finger stopped at it's tip. He smiled down at the spear as if it was the greatest treasure in the world.

Crowley picked up the spear and sat down next to me on the bed. I started to pant hard in fear of what he had planned for me next. He reached over with his free hand and cupped my breast, squeezing it gently. He caressed my breast as he stared at the spear, turning it over in his hand, letting the light glint of the tip.

"If you were anyone else", Crowley growled, squeezing harshly now. "I would cut these off and hang them on my wall!" I groaned in pain refusing to look at him. He went back to gentle caresses as he smiled down at me. A tear rolled down the side of my face and Crowley caught it with his thumb before it fell into my ear. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and moaned when the salty tear burned his tongue for a moment. "But, you're my new pet. I can't very well slice you up, now can I? We're having so much fun, aren't we?"

He slid his hand down my rib cage and over my stomach. He stopped when his hand was in my curls. He rubbed my mound in gentle circles before his hand slid lower. I trembled as his fingers caressed my folds. I wanted to throw up, but I don't think Crowley would take kindly to that. He wasn't averse to violence when he got angry. I swallowed it back with a whimper. I tried to squeeze my legs together but they flew open against my will and I gasp when his fingers found my clit.

"NOOOOO!", I screeched. I turned my head away from him and he pushed the tip of the spear into the side of my breast, drawing a trickle of blood to run down my rib cage.

"HUH-UH...Darling. You will NOT look away from me again!", Crowley growled, as he twisted the spear to make his point. "Do I make myself clear?" I screamed as the sharp tip dug deeper into my breast. More blood oozed out and ran down to the sheet beneath me. I jerked my head back around to face him, but kept my eyes closed, sobbing. "Now open those beautiful eyes, Sweetheart", Crowley cooed. When I hesitated, Crowley twitched the tip of the spear and my eyes flew open before I could stop them.

"That's a good girl!" the demon purred. He pulled the spear out and laid the flat of the spear on my nipple. The coldness of the metal made me flinch. The fingers he had between my legs started to move, rubbing gentle circles around my clit. He made me keep eye contact with him by jabbing me if I looked away. "I can give pleasure as well as pain, Love". My breathing started to pick up and he could hear my heartbeat accelerate. I knew what he wanted, but I'd be damned if he'd get it. But saying it was a lot harder that doing it.

I couldn't let him do it! Not that! I wouldn't let him make me cum! PLEASE GOD! NOT THAT! Crowley dipped his fingers lower to gather my pooling wetness. Then went back to circling my clit again. Rubbing my nub with slick fingers almost made me come apart right there, but I forced it back down with everything I had. His eyes bore into mine like he was seeing my soul. I refused to cry out and I think it was annoying him. He started rubbing faster and I couldn't stop it. I shattered with a scream and a sob.

"That's a good girl!, Crowley beamed at me. "You did so well!" I sobbed as he continue to rub me. He slowed and finally stopped, just letting his fingers rest there for a moment, feeling my muscles twitch under his hand, as my orgasm ebbed. I hated him! But more than that, I hated myself for letting him force that out of me.

He pulled his fingers away and sucked them clean with a moan. He looked at the spear in his other hand and licked the blood from it's tip. I couldn't help it, I looked away and wailed. He didn't stop me this time, and for that, I was grateful. I didn't want to look at him anymore. He kissed me on the head and climbed from the bed. Crowley left the room, taking the spear with him. My arms and legs were released and I turned on my side and curled into a ball, hugging myself.

I laid there for a long time, just thinking about what he'd done. I knew he didn't do that for my pleasure. By hurting me and than making me orgasm he was trying to break me. He wanted me to beg for the pleasure so that I would avoid the pain. I wouldn't do that. Not now, not ever. I would fight.

Until the end.