Crowley let her body ride out its pleasure, before swinging her leg back over her pet, sitting to the side as she watched him writhe with denied pleasure. The look on her face was one of pure glee, as she couldn't help but reach out and fondle his balls, in all the right ways to keep him right on the edge.
"Oh, so beautiful, pet. You should see yourself," She let images dance through his head, his present state of frustration mingling with past episodes, of teasing and denial before overwhelming pleasure. "Remember it, pet? How good it feels? You know what I want, what to do to let yourself go..."