Chapter Three

Just a quick head's up, this chapter is very NSFW. Read at your own risk.

J had his hand on the small of my back as he led me out of his office and back into the swarm of club patrons who were still milling about on the dance floor.

As we headed for the staircase that led up to the entrance, J stopped to speak with a man in a well-tailored black suit. He had a sharp, angular nose with high cheekbones, thin lips, and meticulously styled hair. There was an air of authority about him that was hard to miss.

"Richard," J extended his hand to the man whose entire face warmed at the greeting. He looked much younger when he smiled.

"Boss," Richard shook his hand and nodded his head in my direction. "Ma'am," He said.

"Tell Olaf to have someone bring the car around, and start shutting this place down. I've got other matters that require my immediate attention." J said, sliding his hand up my spine and resting it on the back of my neck.

"Right away, sir." Richard started firing off orders in a walkie talkie while J began to lead me towards the stairs.

"Do be sure my car is out front by the time we get up these stairs, Rich. You know how I hate to be kept waiting." And with that we began climbing, him leading the way.

I couldn't stop smiling, looking up at the man in front of me with stars in my eyes. The throbbing pain from the mark he carved into my hip only made my smile grow. I was sadistic in my own right...twisted, damaged, and dark. I hid my true nature under a thin veil, but my freakness called to his, we were two twin flames in the same pit of fire.

Once we reached the top of the stairs, the footman, who I assumed to be Olaf, was waiting for us. He had my coat slung over his left arm and a red leather trench coat hanging over his right.

"Your car is waiting for you outside, boss." He said, his voice a deep baritone - the kind that you would expect from a man of his gargantuan size.

"Excellent, thank you, O." J said as he turned his back to the man and allowed him to help him into his trench coat. He looked at me expectantly to follow suit as he flipped up his collar, so I walked up to Olaf and turned around, letting the giant man help me slip my arms into my coat.

"Remind me..." J said, leaning in close to me, placing his hand on my back again, "to take you shopping soon. Your wardrobe could use some serious improvement." I feigned offense and looked over at him with a shocked expression.

"Excuse me, sir, but I don't think I had any trouble at all getting your attention in this get-up." I said, folding my arms over my chest and drawing my eyebrows down at him. He smiled widely, and to most it was the kind of smile that was unsettling, but to me it was the smile I was obsessed with, the one that I adored.

"That outfit will be torn to shreds by the time I'm finished with you tonight and I don't want to see you dressed again until I'm satisfied."

Holy shit. My eyes widened at his promise, my heart beginning to pound in my chest, causing him to laugh at my reaction. He moved towards the door and opened it for me, bowing at the waist and gesturing for me to pass by. I stepped outside and let my mouth pop open. Waiting for us next to the curb was a chrome colored Lamborghini Aventador. The engine was steadily purring and I couldn't help myself from dragging my fingertips along the body of the car. It was gorgeous.

J came into my line of sight and opened the passenger door for me, which came out and lifted up into the air.

"You like my toy, princess?" He asked, grinning at me.

"It's sexy," I said, moving to sit in my seat. He closed my door gently once I was settled inside. I didn't bother with the seatbelt. I was never too concerned with my safety growing up, and it was a mindset that followed me into adulthood. You can't fear anything growing up the way I did, fear leads to hesitation and hesitation gets you killed.

J took his place in the driver's seat and immediately sped away from the club, slamming on the gas which, in turn, slammed me hard against my seat. I let out a squeal of delight, feeling the engine roar and watching the city pass us in a blur.

I looked over at him once my body adjusted to the speed and watched him drive. He had such an attractive profile. A straight nose, full red lips, and a jawline that looked like it was carved out of a slab of marble. I let myself reach out and run my fingertip along his jawbone and to my immense surprise he closed his eyes and let out a throaty moan. I smiled over at the clown prince and returned my attention to the twinkling city lights.

It wasn't long before he was pulling into a covered garage that was attached to a dilapidated looking apartment building on the outskirts of Gotham city. There were no other cars inside which led me to believe that J owned it.

We kept circling higher up into the garage until we reached what should have been the rooftop. Instead of being open, there was a large black dome that looked like it had been built on top of it. It was well lit on the inside and as we pulled around the corner I saw a dozen other cars parked in the lot - all foreign and expensive, save for an ice cream truck that looked like it had been remodeled with tank armor and machine guns.

We parked next to a walkway that led into the abandoned looking apartment building. I had no idea what was in store for me once we got inside.

"Come with me," J said, stepping out of the Lamborghini. I let myself out of the car this time and reached for his hand as I stood up.

"You like touching me, don't you?" He said, casting a sideways glance at me, growling low in his throat, as we headed towards the door to the apartment building.

"I'm just trying to make sure that all of this isn't a dream." I said, squeezing his gloved hand with my fingers. He snickered.

"Enjoy it while it lasts. Once we get inside, you have no say in what you can and cannot do. Understand?" I gulped. It was no surprise to me that he was the type of man who was dominant and controlling, even in the midst of his created chaos, but I had no way of knowing just how much.

"Yes, sir." I said, and he opened the door for me, ushering me inside. I obliged and stepped to the side, allowing him to lead me once again until we reached the only door on the entire floor.

"Welcome home, baby." He said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, giving me a view of the massive penthouse style apartment before me. Floor to ceiling windows stretched the entire length of the back wall, and black and white checkered tile floors glimmered in the pale light from the moon. There was a piano in the center of the room that looked worn with age but timeless in its own right. The decorations were lavish - all gold, and black - and beautiful red shag rugs covered the floor near the couches and chairs of the living room. There was a fire place built into the wall behind the piano that had a heap of glowing embers inside, and a white bear-skin rug was throw haphazardly in front of it. I pointed at it and giggled.

"That cute, J." I said, stepping further inside, my heels clicking against the tile floor and echoing throughout the apartment. I heard the door shut and lock behind me while I continued to take in my extravagant new home.

"Do you like it?" He said, walking past me and into the living room, leaning up against the piano. I kicked my heels off, removed my coat, and followed in his footsteps coming to stand directly in front of him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love it," I gushed. "I could live here forever, and who knew you had such a knack for interior design!"

He removed my arms from his neck and captured both of my hands between his, squeezing them tightly and looking deeply into my eyes.

"Forever?" His eyes glossed over, and I could tell he was caught up in some memory from the past. It tore at my heart knowing that I had just triggered a reminder of her...His Harley Quinn, the infamous girlfriend who left him some months ago.

The weeks that followed the breakup brought nothing but chaos to Gotham. He had gone mad all over again, searching for her everywhere. The body count continued to grow as he tore through the city until Batman got involved. That was my first encounter with the man in front of me, and as I looked at him, I myself was taken back to that fateful day.

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, hitting licks in the uppity part of town, trying to line my pockets with jewelry and cash to get by, when the Joker showed up. He had at least a dozen men flanking him, each armed with machine guns and smoke bombs. The gas stung my eyes and made my lungs feel like they were on fire. Still, I made eye contact with him...I remember it so vividly. His facial features were arranged in a snarl until our eyes locked. He immediately changed directions and began heading my way, looking like some twisted angel of death gliding through the smoke. I wasn't afraid, I welcomed it. I welcomed death if that was what was coming for me.

He was only a few yards from me with his men in tow when the bat mobile came to a screeching halt on the street. It fired off rounds of what I can only assume were small explosives, trying to direct J's and his henchmen's attention back in the other direction. It worked, but I was caught in the crossfire, and a large chunk of concrete pummeled me in the head. I fell hard onto the rubble and rolled over on my back, looking up to see a shock of green hair and a smear of red. My vision blurred and my ears were ringing from the aftermath of the explosion, but I saw him. I saw his face, saw his hand reach out to me and lift me from the ground before my world went completely black.

When I finally came to, my hair was matted to my scalp with blood from the open would on my head and I was laying inside of a dumpster in the alleyway off the street where the confrontation between the Bat and J had taken place. He had saved my life. I wondered idly if he recognized me when I stepped into his club tonight, and that wonder soon turned to hope as I let my thoughts drift back to the present.

"Forever, J." I said, snapping him out of his reverie. He growled in response, his face turned wild and hungry, and in a flash he was dragging me through the apartment to a set of large oak doors on the opposite end of the living room. He shoved them open and pulled me inside. It was his bedroom.

There was a giant four-poster canopy bed against the far wall, with a black wood frame and gold gossamer draped over the top. The sheets were a deep purple silk, messily strewn across the bed - the results, I'm sure, of many sleepless nights. A crimson throw rug was laid in front of the bed, there was a large entertainment center as well, and to the left was the entrance to the bathroom. I could see the polished marble floors, and a massive claw-foot tub inside.

Moments later J was behind me, I felt his breath on my neck as he snaked his arms around my waist, and I brought my hands up over my head, reaching to touch his mass of thick green hair. He quickly caught my wrists and pinned them to my sides, both of his hands were bare and his fingernails were digging into my skin.

"What did I tell you, Madeline? You don't get to touch unless I say you can touch." He said, nuzzling my cheek with the tip of his nose. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, feeling my body start to thrum with desire. He released my wrists and began circling around me like a lion stalking its prey, and pulled a knife from the waistband of his trousers, twirling it menacingly between his fingers.

"I want you..." He said, stepping closer to me, setting the tip of the knife against my lips, "to tell me how the things I do to you make you feel. Do you understand?" He put his hand on my throat and began to squeeze, hard.

"Yes, sir," I stammered, feeling the oxygen leave my body. He tightened his grip, grinning at me with pleasure in his eyes.

"That's my girl," He crooned, and with his hand still wrapped around my throat he dragged the knife down my chest, applying more pressure with the blade as he went. I felt the sharp edge split the fabric of my shirt and scratch the surface of my skin.

"Tell me, pet, how does that feel?" He loosened his grip on my neck, staring intently into my eyes. I gulped down swallows of air and a wave of goosebumps spread across my body that made me shiver.

"It feels..." I said, sucking in more air, "like I'm high." J threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh, baby, baby, baby - you're nowhere near high enough yet." And with that he released my neck and reached behind my back, using his knife to slit the straps that laid across my back. The thin material fell to the floor in two pieces, leaving my bare breasts exposed to the cool air of the room and his hungry gaze. My nipples puckered deliciously and I felt a warmth begin to spread from between my legs, blooming outward and up to my chest.

"Turn around." He commanded and I did as I was told. I heard him whistle in appreciation from behind me.

"Such a lovely sight...now, take those pants off for me...slowly." He growled when my fingers began working the button and my zipper. I started sliding them down my legs, and I heard a rustle from behind me. The anticipation of what was to come was making my whole body quiver, and not being able to see him or gauge his reaction was driving me crazy.

I was bent over, pushing my jeans down past my knees when I felt the hard slap of his leather belt across my ass. The sound of it echoed off the walls of the room and I jumped to stand upright, letting out a yelp of surprise and turning to look over my shoulder at him. He was amused, but the seriousness in his eyes made me look away.

"I said slowly, Madeline. Do it again." I moaned. I could practically feel the welt across my left cheek begin to surface as I bent to pull my jeans back up and slide them back down my legs once more. I went achingly slow, sliding them down inch by inch until they were at my ankles.

"Sir?" I questioned, flipping my hair to one side and peeking at him around my legs. He flashed his silver teeth at me and swatted his belt across his palms.

"Don't move." He whispered, and belted my backside a few more times until I was squeezing my eyes shut from the pain. The feel of it all made me moan, and my panties were soaking wet when he was finished. He was going to make me cum and he hadn't even really touched me yet.

"Now, step out of those jeans and turn around," He demanded, his voice was hoarse with want which made me throb and drip even more. I was so, so close. How did he have this effect on me?

I turned to face him and he used his knife to cut my lacey panties to shreds. He dropped to his knees in front of me and buried his face in between my legs, breathing deeply. I wanted so desperately to knot my fingers in his hair and hold him there. There was something so possessive and animalistic about all of this, it was making my body feel things I'd never known before.

"Ahh," He moaned, exhaling and looking up at me from his knees. "Let's see how you taste, princess." And with that he took one slim finger and ran it up the length of my pussy lips, dipping inside to coat it in my wetness. He pulled it out and popped his digit in his mouth, sucking the juices of my desire off and closing his eyes. My knees began to wobble, I couldn't take much more of this. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed it. This was torture.

"Divine!" He exclaimed, and stood up quickly, placing the blade at my throat. "You aren't telling me how I'm making you feel. That's disobeying me. You don't want to disobey me, do you?" J asked, and I shook my head no, causing the blade at my throat to dip below the surface of my skin, drawing out a thin red line of my blood.

"I feel like..." I could barely take a steady breath, "I want your mouth and your hands all over me." And in a moment of boldness I quickly flipped the knife out of his grip and flung it hard at the opposite wall. It struck home with a thud, and he looked from it to me and smiled.

"I see I have much to learn about you, don't I, doll face?" I nodded and he slipped out of his coat and suit jacket in one swift motion, dropping it to the floor behind him. Next he slid the straps of his suspenders down and finished unbuttoning the last few buttons on his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside, exposing his beautiful, pale, tattooed torso to me. I let my eyes wander over his skin greedily, licking my lips. Next were his pants. He popped the button open, slid down the zipper, and let them fall to the floor. He had no underwear on beneath them so his cock sprang free, pointing directly at me, throbbing and massive. This time I dropped to my knees, staring in amazement at the sight before me. He reached down and cupped my chin, pulling my face up to look at him.

"Get up, get on the bed, and open your legs for me. Now." He said, and helped me stand on my shaky legs. I obeyed him, laying across the bed, opening my legs wide for him to see my most vulnerable parts.

"Play with it for me." And so I did. I let my fingers find their way between my lips, dipping into my entrance and circling my clit slowly. I propped myself up on one elbow and saw him standing at the foot of the bed stroking himself while watching me. I was growing impatient. I was tired of his games.

"Baby," I whined. "Please..." At that, J pounced on top of me, settling between my legs with both of his arms on either side of my head, staring down at me with a fire in his eyes.

"Let me touch you," I pleaded, and he responded with a growl and a curt nod. That's all the encouragement I needed. I brought my hands up through his hair and pulled his face down to mine, kissing him like I needed his mouth to breath. It was a desperate, passionate kiss. I bit down hard on his lip and tugged, moving my hands down the back of his neck to his shoulders and dug my fingernails deeply into his skin, raking them down his back. He groaned, removing his mouth from mine and moving to cover one of my nipples with it instead, while he pinched and tugged at the other with his fingers.

I arched my back, pushing my chest against him, relishing in the feel of his mouth on my body. He moved one hand between my legs and roughly shoved two fingers inside me, causing me to cry out in a mix of shock and pain. His fingers slammed into me over and over again, and he curled them inside of me, pressing his digits against the squishy mound of tissue on my upper wall. I was so close to cumming already, I could feel my body build up, threatening to spill over and drive me into oblivion. He bit down hard on my nipple and I yelled, letting my orgasm take me. My entire body started to quiver and I felt my juices gush out onto his fingers.

"My, my my," He said, bringing his fingers up to my mouth. I opened, allowing him to push them inside so I could taste myself. I stared directly into his eyes as I did so, and he grinned that wide, unhinged smile at me in response. When I was finished, he tangled his fingers in my wild mass of curls and ran his thumb across my cheekbone.

"I'm going to fuck you now," He murmured, hovering his lips at my earlobe. "I'm going to fuck you hard, and I'm not going to stop until I've spilled every last drop of cum inside that delectable pussy of yours. Do you understand me?" I moaned, and my pussy started throbbing all over again.

"Yes, daddy." He removed himself from between my legs and off the bed, and I quickly got on all fours, scooting myself to the edge for him. I buried my face in the mattress and reached back to spread myself open even wider for him. I heard him growl, and I realized that I loved hearing him make that sound.

Moments later he was dragging the tip of his cock up and down the entrance of my sex, teasing me with it. I let out a whimper in response. I could hear the slicking sound of my dripping pussy as he did, I was so ready for him to fill me, and without warning he shoved himself inside to the hilt. I felt a deliciously painful pinch as he stretched me to my limits, causing me to stop spreading myself and dig my fingers into the sheets, gripping them tightly.

His hands found their wait to my waist and he dug his fingers into the sensitive skin there as he continued his assault on my pussy. He was pounding into me so hard that my vision started to blur as my eyes began rolling backwards. I was moaning and panting, calling his name, completely unhinged and free, floating on the ceiling as his guttural moans mixed with my cries of pleasure. He smacked my ass hard, digging his fingers back into my hips.

"You like how I feel inside you, pet?" He asked, his voice sounded raw around the edges as if he were reaching his peak.

"Yes, daddy - FUCK!" I cried as his pace quickened into deep, fast strokes. "You feel so good, baby, plea-" He smacked my ass again.

"That's right, baby, take it all. Tell me you're mine. Tell me you belong to me." J commanded, never slowing his pace. His hands left my waist and I felt him rake his nails down the length of my back, leaving behind a hot, but welcomed sting.

"I'm yours, J." I choked out between my desperate moans. "I belong to you, this body belongs to you," He smacked my ass again as I started pressing my hips backwards to meet each of his strokes.

"I want all of you, not just your body, and you're gonna fucking give it to me. Do you understand me?" I tried to speak but I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of him fucking me that I couldn't find my voice. He immediately stopped thrusting and yanked a handful of my hair back, causing my neck to crane upwards.

"I SAID do you understand me, Madeline?" He took his free hand and smacked the side of my face hard and I could barely feel it, I was in ecstasy.

"Yes," I said, breathless. He slapped my face again, harder this time.

"Yes, WHAT?" J growled. "You can address me as sir, but I will also accept daddy." I bit my lip, my neck and scalp were starting to hurt due to the strain of his hand pulling my hair back so tightly.

"Yes, sir, please-" Once again I found myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

"Please, what?" Another slap, but still no movement from his hips, he stood completely still behind me, his cock buried deeply in my pussy.

"Fuck me..." Slap. "Own me..." Slap. I felt the coppery taste of blood in my mouth and I smirked. "Ruin me..." With that he stroked my cheek so gently it made me flinch. He cackled from behind me.

"Oh my sweet, my new, my desire. You are perfect." He released my hair and started grinding his hips in slow circles, his cock pressing against all my walls before he pulled out almost completely and slammed back inside - returning to his impossibly fast pace. I could tell by all the growls coming from his throat that he was about to cum, and so was I.

Two more quick pumps then I felt his hot, sticky cum pour out and fill me, his cock twitching against the inside of my pussy. That's all it took to send me spiraling out of control, cumming along with him. When he was finished, he slid out of me and placed a soft kiss on my shoulder blade. I took that as my cue to collapse on the bed, with him crawling up to lay beside me.

"May I touch you now?" I asked, trying to catch my breath and come down from the high of his sex. He laughed, folding his arms behind his head, while looking up at the ceiling.

"You catch on quick, don't you? Yes, you may touch me now." I rolled onto my side and began to trace patterns into the soft, stark white skin of his stomach and chest, resting my head on his shoulder as I did. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, in complete silence, utterly spent.

My eyes were beginning to get heavy and I noticed the morning light starting to break through the last traces of the night sky. When I finally gave in and let eyes close completely I felt J untangle himself from me, stroke my temple, and get off the bed.

"Daddy has some work to do, princess. Get some rest, you're going to need it. I'm not finished with you yet." I drifted off into sleep with a smile on my face, completely spent, sore, and satisfied.