chapter 8
Over the past five days, Harley had received three messages from the Joker, and signs of his presence. The first was the note. Second, the car that had parked much too close to her in the parking garage had been keyed drastically. It was now covered in smiley faces. The third was just five minutes ago. She shook her head with a smile when she saw the rhyme written in red lipstick on her bathroom mirror. My harlequin, my precious ace, I'd love to stop by but this awful chase has forced me to hide without a trace… By the way… I like your place. "Joker, you're something else," Harley whispered, grinning at the mirror. As she stared at the words, her face fell and her eyes widened. He wasn't just saying hi, he was telling her his location. If he really wanted to disappear, he'd hide where no one would think to look. Five minutes away from Arkham Asylum, in the apartment of his old doctor. Had he been there the whole time? She whirled around and pushed open the closet doors, her heart pumping liquid adrenaline into her veins. She blinked at the empty space and then quickly left the room, setting her mind of searching every square inch of the place until she found him.
Of course he was here. It made so much sense.
"Mr. J?" She breathed into the apartment, stepping out into the living room. "You're here… Aren't you? Come out, please…" The lack of response made her stomach twist. "Or maybe I'm just talking to myself… I'm going crazy," She whispered.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist and she gasped as a warm mouth lowered to her ear. In a purring voice, he murmured, "I know crazy, Harley. You still have a little ways to go."
She turned around in his grasp and looked up at him with wide eyes. "You've been here all along… Haven't you?"
He smirked lazily down at her. "A magician never reveals his secrets, sweetheart."
She swallowed and smiled. "I missed you." She saw something mischievous flash in his eyes and didn't know why. That is, until he spoke.
"Even after I left you?" He asked quietly, watching her closely for a reaction.
After a short pause, she nodded slowly. "I was a little angry," She admitted with a blush. "But I mostly just wanted to see you again." He licked his lips and then his eyes flickered back to her bedroom.
"I think you wanted to do more than just see me…"
She didn't understand his meaning and then understanding hit her like a brick. He'd seen her… In her bed, imagining him, touching herself to memories and fantasies. Heard her gasping, breathing his name. Her cheeks flamed hot and it suddenly felt very stuffy in the room, but the fire didn't just rage in her cheeks, it spread down her throat and into her belly, the roaring inferno settling hot and firm in her core, right between her legs. She shook as she exhaled. "Oh, J," She breathed and then her hands were on his neck and she was kissing him hard, the taste of his lipstick mixing in with his natural flavor. He purred in satisfaction and then grabbed her, yanking her small body into his arms before carrying her into the bedroom and flopping her on the bed. He growled into her ear, squeezing her body tightly in his arms as he laid above her, his body flush against hers.
"Harley," He purred, his gloved hand lowering to cup her breast sensually through her blouse. She shivered and nodded. "I need to know, baby. I need to know if you trust me…"
"Of course I do," She breathed, shocked that he would even need to ask.
Breathing across her skin, he murmured, "You're going to have to prove it to me."
"How?" She asked, sitting up and stroking his chest. "How? Tell me and I'll do it…" He licked his lips slowly, his eyes sliding from hers to her chest, down and then up again.
He slowly stood up, his aura commanding all of her attention and she watched him with large doe eyes. He grinned as he slowly unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops of his trousers. Then he sat back down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. "Come sit by Daddy." She crawled over to him slowly and licked her lips, waiting for his next order. "Bend over," He breathed and said kindly. She obediently folded herself over his lap, her head swimming with possibilities about what he was about to do. One strong, large palm stroked her hair, down her neck, grazing her skin. It trailed down her spine, tickling her and making her arch her back and he chuckled wickedly above her. Finally, his hand stopped on her bottom, squeezing it through the pajama bottoms she wore. Harley's breath hitched and her small fists clutched at his slacks. "I've been wanting to do this for some time, Harley girl," He purred down to her and then his fist was grabbing the hem of her pants and yanking it down her thighs and she squeaked in surprise, jumping slightly. He pinned her down on his lap with one hand (the hand that she soon realized clutched the leather belt) and the other hand smoothed over her soft cheeks, stroking them through his glove. "Now I want you to stay still," He demanded, his voice firm but smooth. She nodded once and buried her face in his thigh, still holding his trousers in her fists. The hand that pinned her down instead slid up to her head, grabbed at the bun she was wearing and he looped one finger under the hair band holding it up. With one wrench of his hand, her hair tumbled down and she grimaced as it pulled her scalp.
She could feel the Joker breathing hard and deep, excited about what was about to transpire. Her own heart thudded against his leg. Harley gasped as his fist grabbed a huge amount of her hair and yanked, wrapping it once around his hand and she shivered at the absolution of his control. Without any warning other than his palm once again sliding up and down her buttocks, he lifted it and…
Harley screamed loudly when the leather belt slammed down with a crack on her sensitive skin. He exhaled heavily through his nose and gave her a moment before hitting her again… And again… And again. She groaned like an animal, biting at the sheets of her bed to keep from screaming so loud. She was sure she would rip holes in his pants if she grabbed at them any harder. Tears trickled down her red cheeks and she whimpered loudly, but the Joker didn't relent. "Ooh," He breathed, chuckling darkly. "Harley…" He shook his head and sweat flew from his hairline while he grinned.
"Mistah J," She whined, her slight twang of an accent slipping out in her emotional frenzy. "That's enough… Please…"
He leant slightly over her, bending to whisper in her ear. "Does it hurt, baby?" His hot breath blew strands of her hair around and she shuddered.
Nodding, her mouth pressed together in a grim line, trying to keep her lower lip from wobbling like a child. He slammed the belt down again and sharp pain flared throughout her bottom and thighs, radiating through her core. She cried out loud and ragged and he hissed, "Speak… Out loud." She whimpered again and he shook, a hard shiver racking his lean body. "I asked you…. Does it hurt?" His gloved palm slid soothingly across her bruising skin and whenever he slid his fingers purposefully across the new welts she cringed.
"Yes," She cried softly.
"Yes, what?"
She blinked up at him, tears making her vision hazy. Her tongue slid out to stroke her bottom lip and she said, "Yes, Daddy, it hurts…" His eyes fluttered and shut as he basked in the erotic sound of her words.
Breathing hard, he said, "That's my girl." His grip on her hair tightened and yanked slightly back so that she was looking up and he started to whip her hard and without hesitation. His breathing was harsh, loud and ragged and she groaned wildly, screaming his name out again and again as he belted her. And then… Harley screamed like a wounded animal when the belt hit just slightly lower. The Joker stopped his whipping and took a moment to control his breathing before his hand slid over her bottom. He'd heard the change in her screams and knew he must have hit her worse. He wanted to find out where. "Aw, baby…" He cooed. "Where did Daddy hurt you?"
She sniveled and sniffed and whimpered, "Lower…"
He straightened just slightly and then gave the girl on his lap a look, raising an eyebrow. With his teeth, he slid off one purple leather glove and then returned to searching her skin. Tracing down the line between her cheeks, he purred softly, "Here?" She shook her head, still shaking like a leaf on top of him. His fingers slipped slightly lower, cupping the bottoms of her ass. "What about here?" He whispered.
"No," She breathed.
He licked his lips once before dipping his fingers down further, feeling the warm, throbbing flesh of her sex. "And what about here, Harley?" Her eyes shut and she nodded vigorously. His breaths were coming uneven and fast and he leant over to examine where he'd whipped her. Harley gasped loudly when she felt the tips of his fingers trace the new wound — a cut going diagonally across the sensitive outer lips of her pussy. She could feel the drips of blood sliding down. J hissed when he saw it and she felt him shift just slightly underneath him.
When he moved that tiny bit, she exhaled hard, discovering something new. His cock was rock hard in his trousers, pressing insistently against her breasts and tummy. She could feel it's length and solidness and she moaned gently in response. He couldn't even bring himself to laugh at her. Two fingers parted the soft lips of her cunt and he growled, excited, when he felt the sudden slickness gliding across his fingers. "Oh, Harley, baby… You dirty little thing." She moaned and wiggled against him, egging him on. Her bottom was throbbing in pain, pulsing with the rapid beating of her heart… But that only seemed to add to her arousal. She knew her pussy was wet beyond belief. When one of his fingers disappeared inside of her, she whimpered and clamped down on it, hugging the single digit enthusiastically. He chuckled now.
"Mistah J… Mistah J, please," She whispered.
Sliding his finger in and out, in and out at that addictive pace, he asked, "What, Harley?"
"Don't tease me."
He chuckled, rubbing her back wall hard and purposefully, grinning at the intense reaction she gave. Her body arched up, and a long groan left those pretty pink lips. "Tell me what you want, sweetpea."
In an almost pained voice, she moaned. "I want you, Daddy."
That was the final straw.
He grabbed her up, slamming her painfully down on the bed and her bottom smarted as it hit the mattress. Tears were still sparkling on her lashes and tear stained streaks marked through her make up. The sight made his cock ache with need and Harley could see the desire in those black pits of eyes. He crawled over her, commanding her attention with his eyes as his hands (one gloved and one not) slipped her bottoms off from around her legs, revealing her slender, sexy thighs. He lifted one leg and let his tongue slide across the bottom of her foot and she squeaked, her pussy clenching hard. She immediately reached for her shirt, pulling it over her head, baring her breasts to him and the Joker licked his lips lewdly. She watched from below as he removed his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders with a hiss of fabric on fabric. One by one, he removed his clothing, starting with the jacket, then the suspenders, the tie, his vest, his shirt, and finally his pants and boxers. Harley gaped at him. She had never seen him completely naked before. He licked his lips again, leaning in close. "Like what you see, pooh?" He purred and she shivered, reaching out to touch him. A blush spread across her cheeks at the nickname.
"Oh, Mistah J… You're so beautiful." He grabbed at her hair, fisting his fingers in it and kissed her again hard and rough. She clutched at his skin, his shoulders, sliding her hands up and down him desperately, trying to touch every inch of his feverish, perfect skin. She felt the hard, warm length of his cock against her thigh and whined into his mouth, rubbing her skin across it and she moaned when she felt a drop of precome wipe off onto her leg. He brought one hand up and squeezed gently but firmly at her breast before pinching her nipple, pulling it out slowly. She whimpered loudly. "Oh… God…" Releasing her breast, he slipped the same hand down between her thighs, stroking the soft skin of her belly and legs before finally rubbing across her pubis, teasing her cruely. "Mistah J… Touch me," She begged.
"All good things to those who wait, sweetheart," He hissed, popping the t and making her jump. He pulled away from her mouth to stare deeply into her blue eyes at the same time that he dropped his fingers down an inch further and stroked her clit with the pad of one single finger. She moaned and tensed up, her nails digging in deliciously into the thick skin of his shoulders, making him growl in excitement. He circled the swollen little button a few slow times before dedicating himself to rubbing her hard and good, bringing her to a quick orgasm. He loved the way she reacted when she came and he wanted to get her there soon and fast. He rubbed her in firm circles, manipulating the hard nub until she was a mass of jelly under him, shuddering and moaning, her fingers scraping down his back, legs writhing around his. It was hilarious, like a porn star pretending to come, going all out with her moans and screams. It was hilarious and that only turned him on further. His own member was aching between his legs and it was getting hard to keep himself from slamming into her then and there. He couldn't wait to feel the slick, warm insides of her cunt hugging his thick, throbbing penis until finally he reached that sinful point of pleasure… The point of pleasure he'd never cared about before Harley.
As these thoughts plagued his mind, he didn't realize how hard he was rubbing her, his teeth gritting, eyes closed until he felt warm wetness gushing out across his hand and heard her screams piercing through his thoughts. She came hard and long, longer than usual and he wondered if it was because he was playing with her in intimate way, and not just fucking her, or maybe it had to do with the pain she must be experiencing on the skin of her buttocks. Either way, it made more precome develop on the sensitive head of his pulsing organ and the moment that the tired, blissful girl saw it, she was sitting up and grabbing at it with her fist, licking off the salty liquid with one swipe of her serpentine tongue. He moaned, head tipping back and his fist tangled harder in her hair, jerking her head back and he kissed her again hard, his tongue searching the insides of her mouth, tasting the left over aftertaste of his arousal and he groaned at the utter wrongness of it, dragging the smaller woman onto his lap and grinding her body into his cock. "Mistah J!" She moaned. "Fuck me… Fuck me, fuck…"
"Only if you ask nicely," He growled through gritted teeth, sweating hard with the utter self control he was displaying by not forcing her onto his rod, taking her deep… Oh, he'd fucked her rough before, but not nearly as hard as he wanted to. The images in his head were driving him crazy, making his synapses swirl. He saw Harley lying there, screaming as she cried and writhed and whined while his cock was buried to the hilt inside her tight pussy, delivering deep, intense blows to the back wall of her cunt, hitting her cervix. He imagined his palm wrapped around her slender, pale throat, choking her hard as he thrusted in and out of her like an animal, spitting cruelties at his little girl while she looked up at him through tears and sweat and — his teeth latched onto the thin skin of her neck, digging in hard as he growled ana guttural, torn moan left her throat and she cringed, pulling against him. Her movement caused his kanines to dig hard into the skin and drops of blood began to slip into his mouth, his taste buds brought to life and his cock rubbed hard into her stomach.
"Uhh… J…" His tongue lapped at the throbbing wound on her neck where he'd bit down and she shuddered in agony and arousal, equal parts. She pulled back and looked him in the eye, her lips parted and wet, her eyes glazed with need, hair messy and unkempt and in his mind he saw this image and the picture of her dressed in a pencil skirt, panty hose and a button down, hair in a bun, and laughter swelled up in his stomach and he kissed her hard as he giggled wildly against her mouth. She wasn't sure why he was laughing but she didn't question it and instead wrapped her legs around him tighter as he pushed her back down on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. "Fuck me, J. Fuck me." Her nails dug into his skin and he growled and shivered hard, relenting to his need, slamming forward. His hips pushed against hers hard and he was buried deep in her slick entrance in moments. He groaned almost violently, fingers digging hard into her hip bones. The moment he forced inside, a single word left her lips.
"Daddy!"
He was a goner to his lust.
He pounded her hard and fast, without mercy or control and closed his eyes, relishing in that intense feeling of her velvet wet canal constricting around his member. He grunted, vocal and rough as he fucked her, sweat flying from his hairline, dripping from his curls and through his greasepaint and when he opened his eyes he saw that she was staring at him with wide eyes, big and loving and blue and he loved it. His mouth captured hers again and when his cheek slid across hers, when he pulled away he saw white paint smeared on her skin and the fantasy of her done up in clown makeup and he grinned hard. His teeth were bared, almost feral and he saw the slight fear in her eyes, the pupils contracting and then almost immediately widening and it made his cock ache. Keeping one hand on her hip with a rough hold, the other came around to tangle in her hair. She opened her legs further, letting him pound into her harder, deeper and he growled. "That's it, baby…"
"Oh, god…"
Harder he fucked her, more and more and she was shaking beneath him, taking the assault. Maliciously, the hand in her hair lowered to grip her ass hard, squeezing the raw flesh in his palm and moaning when she screamed. He played with the welts, making tears drip down her cheeks before sliding back up her thigh and stomach to hold tight onto her breast. He was certain that it was bruising beneath his grip and couldn't wait to see the black marks of his fingers around her flesh. "Are you close, Harley?" He grunted, staring at her with an open, panting mouth.
She was at a loss for words and somehow managed to nod, wordlessly and stiff, her body being pummeled into ecstasy. "Come for me, sweetheart. Come on, baby…"
"I'm so close, J…" She whimpered, her voice thick and girlish and sweet and he growled from the depths of his lungs.
He leaned down to her ear and through her tangled hair, he released a snarl that would've made the toughest man quiver in fear… "Come on Daddy's cock." Harley erupted almost immediately around him, squeezing his cock hard and tight and she whimpered hard, tiny little moans escaping her throat and he grunted again. It felt so good, the way her tight length was squeezing around him like a vice and he could hardly stand it, could hardly keep himself from hitting her, from making his aching cock abuse her insides, his hands scraping and bruising her flesh and he hated the animal need she made him feel and it made him want to cause violence and punish her, make her pay for this new emotion she made him feel. It had started when he had first met her and grown and grown until it was so strong he had to escape from his cell, from the whole fucking asylum to come to her home and take her, against her will or not. And now he couldn't stop. Her warm come soaked his cock and with a demonic growl he went harder, his orgasm teetering on the edge and he only needed a little push.
He let his restraint go and his hand closed tight around her throat, locking eyes with her and he saw the flicker of panic in her blue eyes and he was pushed that tiny bit closer to his climax. When his palm began to tighten and he felt the muscles and bones and tendons shifting as he squeezed, he knew he was finished. "J," She gasped, a coughing choked noise as her hands grasped his wrist.
A violent wave of pleasure swept through his body and he growled, forcing his hips into her three more rough times, emptying his load into her cunt and her pussy began to overflow with the amount of their fluids. He was panting and sweaty and he collapsed on top of her body, slowly releasing her throat. She gasped hard, coughing and retching and the sounds filled him with fondness somehow. He pulled himself out of her and she cringed slightly but he pulled her weak body into his arms and rocked her to his own unique rhythm. "Shh, shh, baby," He cooed, whispering in her ear. She hugged him tight, closing her eyes and resting her head on his chest. "Daddy's got you, baby. You're my girl."
And blissfully, she slipped off into sleep in his arms, soothed and sated.
