Jayde grinned to herself through the passenger window as the Corvette rumbled and rolled backwards out of the driveway slowly with Joker behind the wheel, looking defeated and rather annoyed, but she didn't care. Ten minutes prior, when he had stated he was going out to test drive the newly repaired, classic sports car and take care of some business, she had bravely stood up from the bed, taking a deep breath of courage to call after him as he left the room. The words had come out sounding surprisingly bold and confident, highly contradictory of the way she felt inside.
"Can I come with you?" she had asked as she trotted after him, and could remember feeling an almost sick sensation in the pit of her stomach when Joker stopped mid-step but did not turn around at first. His shoulders had been hunched slightly as though she had just thrown a bag of dog poop at his back. When he hesitated, Jayde had felt the need to go on and explain why she had asked.
"It…It's just that…I'm so bored here by myself when you're not here and…I really want to see how the Corvette drives now."
She was one-hundred percent positive Joker had known this last bit was a bold-faced lie but thankfully, he had decided not to call her out on it and instead, miraculously, heaved a heavy sigh as his shoulders slumped even further.
"Fine…" he had answered breathily, which now led them to where they were now- sitting in the compact car, Jayde thrilled to death to be out and about with him, and Joker peeved that he had found himself unable to say no to her.
Being that he had so reluctantly agreed to allow her to accompany him, Jayde hesitated to ask what they were going to be doing and forced herself to remain silent, even though the anticipation was killing her. However, the moment she thought this, from the driver's seat, a low growl came from Joker when he cleared his throat.
"So I suppose you're wondering where we're going," he said, his voice low and slightly annoyed as he leaned forward a bit as if listening for noises under the hood from inside the car. Jayde's grin expanded as she looked over at him, nodding excitedly. "Well, too bad." Her face fell dramatically before she rolled her eyes, turning back to the window.
Fortunately, the Corvette seemed to be running fine and before long, it had taken them all the way across the outskirts of the main city to a very low class, government housing neighborhood, where the one or two bedroom homes were all nearly identical. They were almost all perfectly square, with the same black, plain door, the same single, four pane window and the same small, concrete porch. Some of these homes seemed to be kept in better condition, while the others seemed so run-down, they appeared almost uninhabitable, with pieces of cardboard taped up over broken windows and crooked, rusted television antennas practically dangling from the roofs. Jayde could not help but feel a bit of apprehension upon taking in her rather ghetto surroundings but as usual, with the Joker beside her, she felt nothing could do her harm as long as she didn't stray too far. Despite this, she honestly hoped they would not be in this particular part of town for very long.
After circling the entire complex, for reasons Jayde did not understand, Joker finally pulled off the main road and parked in a driveway, as luck would have it, in front of one of the more neglected homes. Her eyes had just fallen onto a chain link fence to the side of the house where a large, very mean-looking pit bull stood growling when Joker suddenly reached over to the glove compartment in front of her knees to open it and pull out a small silver handgun. She watched with widened eyes as he tucked it into the back of his jeans.
"Can I stay in the car?" she asked cautiously, watching from her seat as he prepared to open the door. Surprisingly, he shrugged.
"Sure," he replied somewhat brightly, looking over at her. Both of her eyebrows raised together in shock.
"Really?"
"No," he then corrected in the same bright, incredulous tone she had used before he nodded his head toward the opening door beside him. "You wanted to come with me so…come with me." Jayde rolled her eyes heavily from behind his back as he got out of the car and she moved to copy him, quickly walking around the front of the Corvette to keep as little distance between them as possible.
The short, cracked concrete walkway up to the porch and front door was littered with blunt wrappers and gutted tobacco which left Jayde to wonder if Joker was perhaps here to buy weed since it was unlikely he would be selling any. Again, Jayde wanted to ask him, but just then did not seem like the appropriate time as he was already knocking twice, heavily on the black, metal door. It opened only a short moment later, revealing a shorter, very dark-skinned black man, chewing dully on a thin, wooden toothpick stuck in the corner of his mouth. His first glance went straight to Jayde to travel up and down her quickly before he turned to Joker and smirked, giving a small toss of his head.
"Ay, Ki," he greeted him, taking one step outside the house to lock hands with the Joker in a very black-guy style handshake where they briefly bumped forearms. "How you been, mah' dude? 'S been a hot minute." The man was saying, but did not wait for a response from Joker before he turned to Jayde and removed the toothpick, licking his lips in a rather revolting way before he smiled widely at her. Jayde tried hard to camouflage her cringe within the smile she returned. The four gold teeth on the top row of his mouth caught the light pretentiously. "And who is this?" he went on to ask, dropping the deep slang he had been using before he extended his hand to Jayde in a horribly forced, charming manner. She was just about to reach out and shake his hand politely when Joker slapped the man's hand back down to his side.
"Lazer, Jayde. Jayde, Lazer," he introduced impatiently, raising his eyebrows as he fanned his hands toward the inside of the house. "C'mon, move it. I'm not tryna stand out here on this doorstep all day."
Jayde smirked to herself as she stepped inside the house behind the two guys, wondering what Joker's motive for doing that had been; impatience or overprotection? The first option seemed more likely than the second…
The inside of the house reeked of stale cigars, weed and something else Jayde was unsure of and as she followed Joker over to a small kitchen area, she couldn't help but notice how messy and unkempt Lazer kept his home and yet how clean and neat his clothes appeared. The baggy jean shorts and crisp t-shirt he was wearing did not look cheap in any sense of the word and neither did the sparkling, dazzling chain he was wearing around his neck for that matter. Two giant, diamond studs had been stuck in his ears, practically glowing against his dark skin tone; Jayde tried not to stare as he leaned against a counter in the kitchen, once again removing the toothpick from the corner of his mouth. It seemed he was about to speak but Joker beat him to it, frowning as he pointed down at Lazer's ankle and the thick, black, electronic band around it.
"You're on house arrest?" he asked in surprise, raising his eyebrows when Lazer nodded, but then shrugged.
"Yeah, they caught up wit' me 'bout four months ago, dog," he explained gravely, reaching to the left to open a drawer and pull out a previously half-smoked blunt. He lit it with another shrug as Joker folded his arms, his eyebrows arching in slight confusion.
"And you're passing your drug tests…how?" he asked, reaching over to take the now ignited blunt from Lazer as he held it out to him. With a puff of smoke, Lazer let out a short laugh.
"Meh', passing drug tests is for kiddies, you know dat, bruh." He answered. While Joker nodded his agreement, Lazer let his eyes drift over to Jayde and he smirked yet again, locking eyes with her for only a second before he looked over to take the blunt back. "So where you find this one at?" he asked Joker. Jayde tried hard not to make a noise of disdain as she crossed her arms irritably. This one? Unfortunately, this was not the first time she had been addressed as such…She noticed Joker glance over at her with just his eyes before he looked back to Lazer and let his eyes fall to the bottom corner of the cabinet behind him.
"Long story…" he grumbled. A second later, his eyebrows raised as he unfolded his arms, bringing his eyes back up. "So how 'bout it? We're doing the-…" The rest of what he said was unimportant to Jayde as she stared at him, open-mouthed, her eyebrows practically meeting in the middle of her forehead. Really? He hadn't felt it necessary to correct his 'friend', to explain that she was not just some object to him? And what was more, he hadn't felt the need to tell the painfully short story of how he had chosen her out of a window in Gotham, stalked her for three days then kidnapped her? A lump formed in Jayde's throat, signaling the next stage of hurt, which was almost always tears.
"I'm going to sit in the car." She interrupted suddenly, turning to walk toward the front door, only to stop when she noticed Joker reach into his pocket to produce the keys. He held them out to her without a word, without even looking at her, which led Jayde to believe that he understood why she wanted to leave so abruptly. Perhaps he didn't blame her.
Fifteen minutes later, Jayde looked up from her place in the passenger seat when she heard the metal door to Lazer's house shut with a slight bang, only to spot Joker trudging toward the Corvette, his shoulders hunched with that usual scowl firmly in place. Her arms had been folded angrily over her chest since she had come out to sit in the car and they remained that way, even as Joker opened the door to sit down in the driver's seat. She did not bother to look over from where she was staring through the window at the now sleeping dog in the side yard. Beside her, Joker let out a slow sigh as he started the car and from the way she heard him pause before shifting it into reverse, Jayde could sense that he had glanced over at her.
"What's your problem?" he asked scathingly, finally shifting the rumbling Corvette so it could roll backwards out of the short driveway. Again, Jayde did not bother to look over and kept her arms crossed resolutely.
"I don't like your friend." She put simply, deciding it would be safest to put the blame on Lazer and not the fact that Joker had not defended her when she had been addressed so poorly. Next to her, she heard him grunt a very quiet, almost undetectable laugh.
"First of all, he's not my friend," he explained, holding up one finger from where he gripped the gear shifter. "Second…me either." He then went on to say, glaring through the windshield as he reflected back to all the times Lazer had 'jokingly' called him 'Mister GQ' and 'pretty boy'. Honestly, he could not blame Jayde for disliking Lazer and therefore was not mad about her leaving the house so suddenly to go sit in the car when he had originally said she couldn't. In the seat beside him, Jayde was shaking her head, slowly unfolding her arms to look down at her lap.
"I shouldn't have come with you," she admitted somewhat sadly. "I just wanted to get out of the house and-…" Here, she stopped herself from going on to say that she really just wanted to spend more time with him; the chance was still too great that he would think she was stupid for saying such a thing. However, when Jayde half-expected him to say something like 'I told you so' or 'See?' or something equally as condescending, she was stunned into near silence when he cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, shifting slightly in the seat as he placed both of his large hands on the top of the steering wheel.
"Well…I'm kinda glad you came with me." he admitted with what seemed like great effort, but then continued when he sensed Jayde's shock. "I hate going to do this sorta stuff alone…Usually Tr-…I usually have someone with me."
In the passenger seat, Jayde forced herself not to look over but felt her heart break into a million pieces; apparently, Joker still could not bring himself to say Tre's name.
After several minutes, when no one spoke, Joker glanced over at Jayde from the driver's seat, shifting again slightly as he anticipated what he was about to offer.
"I um-…" he paused when he felt her look over at him. "I have one more place to stop but…we're gonna pass the house on the way. Do you want me to drop you off…? Or…"
Jayde sighed heavily as she weighed her options, honestly surprised that he had even considered giving her a choice. He was in a astoundingly good mood today, which really made her want to take advantage of the situation and go with him, to spend as much time as possible around him while he was feeling less irritable…but on the other hand, there was a great chance whoever he was supposed to be meeting was very much like Lazer and Jayde didn't think she could handle being seen as just another one of 'Ki's' chew toys. So she nodded.
"Yeah, I'll just go home." she answered, but glanced down to where his hand was rested on the black ball of the gear shifter. A moment later, her hand reached out of it's own accord to rest on top of his and press the tips of her fingers into the spaces between his larger ones. Her heart leapt when he did not pull his hand away. She pressed her luck further. "What are you going to do anyways?" she went on to ask but felt a pang of disappointment when Joker pulled his hand away, only to reach into his pocket to pull out a rolled up, plastic, zip-loc bag containing a solid inch of white powder. Jayde's eyes widened. "Is that coke?"
Joker nodded and moved to stow it back into his pocket, but hesitated, raising his eyebrows as he held it out to her. "Why, you wanna bump?"
At this, Jayde laughed, shaking her head as Joker smirked, lifting his hips to tuck it back into his pocket.
Ten quiet, but surprisingly not-awkward minutes later, the Corvette was pulling back into the driveway at the house on the corner of Lincoln and Platt where Joker put the car instantly back into reverse and Jayde unbuckled her seatbelt with a sigh. As she looked over at him, Joker licked his lips, gazing down at the center console as if feeling strange to be doing her a favor, but Jayde ignored this.
"When will you be back?" she asked bravely, hoping and praying he was not about to say 'when I get back' or something equally as sardonic. As he shrugged, glancing down at his phone, Jayde felt herself begin to smile; she really could not believe how patient and almost nice he was being that day.
"No longer than an hour, I'm guessing," he answered. Despite his seemingly good mood, his voice still bore that same flat, uninterested, almost annoyed bite to it but again, Jayde pushed her luck with his disposition and nodded, leaning over to kiss him lightly on the cheek, making double sure to let her lips land right smack in the middle of his curved scar.
"Be safe," she told him as she got out of the car but did not wait for a reply as she shut the door, glancing back over her shoulder one time as the Corvette began to roll backwards.
With Joker gone and the house to herself yet again, Jayde was surprised to be feeling less angry and bored than she had been used to feeling lately and was instead ready to eat some lunch, smoke a cigarette, and maybe even call Dotcom. And since lunch was first on that list, she went straight for the kitchen, wondering whether or not she ought to make something for Joker as well, in case he was hungry when he got back. The day before, she would have laughed out loud at herself for even considering doing something nice for him. But he really had been somewhat nice that afternoon so far, at least compared to how he had been acting, and for some reason, Jayde felt like rewarding his good behavior might act as something like positive reinforcement…She let out a quiet giggle as she imagined patting him on the head and squealing 'good boy!' when he came home.
After eating, with a cigarette next on the list, Jayde stepped out onto the front porch and lit one, once again wearing Joker's gray sweatshirt…now that she didn't feel like she might be killed for putting it on. Leaning back in the chair, she brought the heels of her feet up to rest against the edge of the seat, running her finger along her ankle and the area of skin just above it with a cringe. Being that Joker had been in such an insufferable mood over the past week, they had not been anywhere close to being intimate with each other which left Jayde with an abnormally vast amount of unattended leg hair that rubbed uncomfortably against the inside of her jeans…not to mention a greater-than-usual amount of hair elsewhere that desperately needed to be removed.
Of course, there was every chance that Joker would return home and be in a horrible mood yet again, but Jayde was willing to bet that if she shaved her legs and other unmentionable areas of her body, he would be unable to resist and just might give in if the temptation were to present itself. Her stomach clenched up and her heart gave a sad lurch, however, when she thought back to the last two times they had sex and the horribly abrupt way Joker had left the house afterwards, as though she had just been some sort of booty call. She did not think she was ready to undergo that sickening, dejected, used feeling a third time.
With a jolt, she remembered the third item on her list and if there was one person who could give her surprisingly outstanding advice on straight men, it was Dotcom.
After retrieving her phone, she dialed the number from memory and pressed it to her ear, forcing herself not to bounce her knee as she waited anxiously for Dotcom to answer. Hopefully, he wouldn't be at work…
"Hello?"
"HI!" she practically squealed, giggling when Dotcom did the same and she could just picture him bouncing up and down excitedly.
"Hi, honey! You sound great so I'm not even gonna ask how you are." He said and Jayde laughed, shaking her head.
"Yeah, I'm better. Joker's been in…kind of a good mood today," she explained, but then rolled her eyes as she took a drag from her cigarette. "But I'm not going to hold my breath on that one." Dotcom groaned an understanding and Jayde continued, tapping a bit of ash onto the ground beside the chair. "Which is kind of why I called you…I need some advice…"
"Oh, yeah? What about?" he asked interestedly, clearly hoping it was about to be something concerning an outfit or decorating, or cooking or even something to do with her phone or a computer. Jayde let out a short giggle.
"My sex life." She answered, but then giggled again, harder when she could practically hear Dotcom rolling his eyes through the phone.
"Oh Lord…" he groaned. "Alright, fine. Let's hear it."
So at that point, Jayde launched into a fairly detailed account of the past two weeks and how Joker seemed to only want to show her affection or sexual attention when he was either drunk or incredibly stoned. She told him about how rough he had been with her and how he seemingly hadn't even tried to let her finish, and most importantly, she told him about how hurt she felt when he did not bother to kiss or hold her like he used to after everything was done and how used she felt when he got up and left the house completely, leaving her behind to cry herself to sleep. All of this took nearly ten minutes to explain.
"And…I really feel like he just doesn't want me anymore and that he has to force himself to have sex with me!" she practically cried, but then quieted herself when she noticed the elderly black lady across the street out in her yard with a hose, watering her grass. At this, Dotcom let out a snort into the phone.
"Jayde…c'mon…Trust me, that is not the case. I can promise you that." He assured her, laughing slightly. "He just has a lot going on, emotionally and mentally right now that it's taking away from his normally…more than active sex drive." He went onto explain but then groaned a bit. "God, this is so weird to be talking about. But listen, here's what you do. After you take a shower tonight, go and find him wearing nothing but a bra and the panties you know he likes and just sit on his lap. I guarantee he wont be able to resist." He instructed. Jayde grinned to herself, knowing he was right. "And when it starts getting all steamy, stay in control and wear his ass out, girl. If you do it right, he wont even want to go anywhere, let alone walk."
At this, Jayde found a flaw in his plan.
"But-,"
Dotcom cut in before she could finish. "And don't even worry about a kiss or any mushy shit afterwards. You get up and leave him laying there when it's over. Make him want that kiss."
Finally, Jayde agreed that his plan was indeed somewhat fool proof and that if she really did play it right, she would have Joker laying there, sweating, breathing hard and unable to move, at which point, she would do exactly what Dotcom had said- get up and leave…maybe not leave the house entirely, but at least go smoke a cigarette and let him recover alone, just so he might possibly get a taste of how it feels. Then, she would return and kiss him firmly on the lips, roll over and go right to sleep with her man laying just behind her. She couldn't wait until later that night…
When that predicted hour Joker had given her moved closer to two, Jayde felt herself begin to grow a bit worried, wondering if he had maybe been pulled over and arrested or shot or ganged up on or…All of these crazy thoughts and paranoid ideas began to swirl around inside her mind, making her antsy and nervous and Jayde was just about to dial the number to his phone, thinking of going absolutely insane and calling him, when she heard the distant, familiar rumbling of the Corvette, coming down Lincoln toward the house. Despite herself, she jumped up, taking her cigarette with her to round the corner of the house, just in time to watch as Joker pulled into the driveway, locking eyes with her through the windshield to point at the garage door, indicating silently that he would like her to lift it for him.
Placing her cigarette precariously between her lips, she held it there so she could groan and strain to lift the heavy door with both hands, but being that she was so short, she could only get it three quarters of the way up. With an almighty push, she jumped slightly, hoping it would go the rest of the way up and stay that way, but as it slid up quickly and bounced on the tracks, it came right back down, narrowly missing the top of her head. Jayde groaned as the door slammed back down to the ground, but looked over to the Corvette when she heard a strangely familiar, muffled, loud, obnoxious sound; Joker was laughing, hard.
Jayde grinned when he rocked forward, his eyes squeezed shut as his forehead met the top of the steering wheel and his fist banged the dashboard a few times, his shoulders bouncing as he laughed at probably how ridiculous and short she was. She was the furthest from being mad at him for laughing at her that she had ever been and instead walked over as Joker got out, still giggling breathlessly and wiping the corners of his eyes. Her bottom lip poked out when he stepped over to her, shaking his head.
"Shut up!" she cried, trying hard not to grin; it had been so long since she had seen him laugh like that, let alone smile. "It's not funny." At this, Joker burst into more laughter as he doubled over, bracing himself with his hand on her shoulder.
"No, no, Jayde, it's hilarious." He wheezed, standing back up to walk over and pull up the garage door himself, shaking his head as he went. "God damn, that was funny. Jeeesus christ…"
Once inside the house, after Joker had finished her cigarette for her, Jayde went about cleaning up the kitchen while he found the day's newspaper and sat down at the table, settling himself into silence. Thankfully, his mildly good mood had not seemed to dissipate yet but Jayde was hesitant about pushing her luck, remembering how a few times he had seemed perfectly fine but then surprised her with a harsh outburst seemingly minutes later. So after wiping down all the counters, the front of the oven, microwave and around the eyes of the stove, she left him where he sat without a word, walking back to the bedroom to lay down for a bit and see what was on tv.
The next few hours passed without much noise from any area of the house to Jayde's surprise. While she had been hoping Joker would eventually come and join her on the bed, she had not been shocked when she heard the garage door swing open then shut a moment later, signaling that he had once again taken refuge with the cars. There was undoubtedly more to work on with the Corvette and since he had not been a total asshole earlier that day, she did not feel disappointed or irritated that he had not chosen to come lay with her…as long as he did not make the same decision later that night…
Beyond the house, the sun had just dipped past the horizon and plunged the city of Chicago into near darkness, the last, diminishing rays bathing the town in a cool, bluish tone, dropping the temperature outside by several degrees. At some point, Jayde had turned onto her side and was slipping quickly into a shallow sleep when vaguely, she heard the sound of the garage door opening again, followed shortly by the sharp clicking noise it made when being shut. Her eyes opened slowly and a moment later, she noticed Joker's tall, lean form stepping into the bedroom, peeling off his shirt as he went to his dresser. Jayde watched him and was just wondering if he realized she was awake when his deep voice met her ears over the low volume of the tv.
"Your car is completely fixed," he said curtly once he had stood back up from leaning down to retrieve a clean pair of boxers and a towel. When Jayde did not immediately reply, he glanced over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow. "I'll take that 'thank you' anytime now…" This statement had been rather rude but this was nothing unusual from how he had always been so she let out a quiet giggle, turning further onto her side to hide half of her face in his pillow.
"Thank you, Joker," she purred softly, hoping her tone would pique his interest, but instead of coming to the bed to kiss her like she had been foolishly hoping for, he merely gave his 'you're welcome' in the form of one short grunt. When he left the room a half-second later to go down to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, Jayde sighed as her eyes slid shut. His mood was worsening yet again, but she would not let this deter her from putting Dotcom's plan into action once she got out of her own shower.
He was not in there for very long, as was usual for him, but the second Jayde heard that bathroom door open, she quickly got up from the bed, anxious to get in there and start shaving her legs. The Joker entered the room again, this time with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, but as much as she would have liked to yank the piece of material from his hands and go at it right there, her legs and other areas were really less than appealing and if she was trying to have him enjoy it and want to stick around afterwards, she figured it would be best to have as little body hair as possible. So she ignored him, as difficult as this was, considering the cuts over his hips leading downward seemed more defined than usual, and left the room, her stomach already alive with butterflies when she allowed herself to take in a deep breath of his masculine, sexy scent.
When she emerged from the shower, almost a half hour later, feeling like a brand new woman with her slick legs and even softer pussy, Jayde glanced into the living room as she passed quickly in a towel, feeling as though the gods were smiling down on her when she noticed that Joker had chosen to take a seat on the couch. From what she had noticed at just a glance, he was leaned back against the cushions, shirtless, with one of his long, strong arms rested up along the back of the couch to the left of him, the other down with his forearm rested across his middle…almost as though he knew she was planning to do. With a quiet giggle, Jayde practically hopped into the bedroom, hastily discarding the towel to fish through the top drawer of her dresser for the one pair of underwear she knew he liked…
Ten minutes later, Joker had not even heard Jayde enter the living room when suddenly, she was swinging one of her legs over him, her right knee meeting the couch beside him before the left did the same and she lowered herself down onto his lap slowly, her hands moving to rest lightly on his bare shoulders. He did not move his eyes from where they had been focused on the tv, although he did notice that she was wearing only a black, lacy bra that hugged and pushed her breasts up, creating subtle but perfect half-moons of cleavage. When she did not say anything, he cleared his throat, blinking slowly as he raised his eyes to meet hers. He licked his lips.
"Excuse me, but I can't see the-…" he had been about to say something that probably would have angered her, but Jayde did not leave him time to finish his sentence and instead leaned down, pressing her lips to his. She was surprisingly gentle with this action, but as Joker groaned contentedly into her mouth, opening his own to let in her tongue, she pulled away abruptly, once satisfied that he was not going to finish his rude comment. She licked her already moist lips, allowing the tip of her tongue to linger on the pointed tip of her canine tooth.
"I wanna show you something," she explained playfully, leaning away from him, alerting him finally to the fact that she was not wearing pants either and had instead chosen to put on that positively sexy pair of black lace, boycut panties. Joker's eyebrow arched sharply, indicating silently that he would like her to go on. With a soft giggle, she leaned back even further, tossing her head slightly so her dripping wet black curls fell behind her shoulders. Her fingers started at the middle of her stomach, sliding downward toward the line of her underwear.
Joker's eyes followed the movement eagerly until her fingers slid under the lace before moving away from her body, taking the material with them so she could show him what sat behind it. A low hum left his chest as he eyed the velvety appearance of the skin well below her belly button, letting his top teeth bite down on his bottom lip, rolling it beneath them, taking his time to let his tongue trace the deep scar there. Jayde watched this lustfully, knowing the only reason he did that was to tease her…it worked every time. A moment later, he reached out with one finger to find out if it was as soft as it looked, but Jayde released the lace to let it cling to her body again, cutting the area off from him teasingly. With a frustrated growl, Joker lifted his eyes to meet hers, glaring up at her from beneath the ridge of his eyebrows and from behind several pieces of his slowly drying, wavy greenish hair.
"You have my…undivided attention," he informed her, finally reaching out both hands, one sliding up the side of her thigh from her knee, the other resting on her hip to tighten his grip slowly, pulling her toward him. Jayde watched, exhaling slowly in a soft sigh as opened his mouth slightly to let his teeth lightly bite down on lace of her bra, along the angled piece of fabric against her cleavage. He tugged gently, again looking up at her with just his eyes, softening his expression to mimic a perfect set of puppy dog eyes. "Can I touch it now?"
Just the voice he had used and the way he was gazing up at her was enough to force a soft moan from Jayde as she tilted her head back, arching her spine so sharply, she felt the tips of her long hair brush his knees behind her. His tongue was warm and wet as it traveled along the chasm between her breasts but retreated into his mouth as he contracted his lips to trace several kisses along the curve of cleavage. At this, Jayde couldn't help but grin to herself, thankful above everything for his sobriety, which was clearly enabling him to be as fucking sexy and advanced at turning her on that he had ever been. Being stoned had kept him lazy and almost acting as though he wanted to just get it over with, and being drunk had left him clumsy and too rough, biting too hard and leaving bruises wherever he touched her. Sober, he could keep his touches light and his kisses precise, hitting all the right places to have her practically soaking, dripping through her panties and onto the lap of his jeans within mere moments.
So distracted by mentally noting these differences to herself, Jayde failed to notice the location of Joker's right hand, but as a soft snap caught her attention, just before her bra lost contact with her body, she gasped in surprise, clutching the cups of the garment to her breasts. Joker pulled away from where he had been kissing her chest to copy her gasp, his eyes widened slightly up at her as though he hadn't been expecting that to happen either. However, as the corners of his scarred lips turned up in a sly grin, he reached up, pulling on the material until Jayde allowed him to move it away from her body, exposing her perfectly, symmetrically-shaped breasts and the erect nipples that accompanied them.
"Woops…" he growled, his voice low and raspy, yet clowny, all at the same time. "Who could've seen that coming…" he then added sarcastically, reaching up with one hand to cup one of them, pinching her nipple lightly between his thumb and the inside of his hand. But once he had noticed Jayde's rather stunned silence, he let out another growl, using both hands to pull her closer sharply, until he could close his lips around that same nipple, swirling his tongue instantly as Jayde struggled in vain. Wasn't she supposed to be in charge?
As somewhat painful as it was, Jayde pulled away from Joker and his greedy mouth, pushing herself back with her hands on his shoulders before she smirked down at the frustrated scowl on his face. She wanted desperately to tell him that it was 'her turn' but knowing how Joker felt about being teased, she kept her mouth shut and instead reached down to her side to take his hand from her hip. Surprisingly, Joker remained patient for the time being and watched her do this, but only to let his jaw drop slightly when she opened her mouth to slide his pointer finger into it, using her tongue to trace and moisten it. His middle finger followed a second later and he could not help but moan quietly, watching her closed lips as she slid her tongue between them inside her mouth.
Her sparkling blue eyes remained locked on his glassy and dilated brown ones as she slowly slid his wet fingers from her mouth, promptly pulling his hand down to where her thighs parted over his lap. Joker seemed to get the point instantly and used the middle finger from his other hand to tug the saturated crotch of her panties to the side. Wetting his fingers so surreptitiously had been nearly superfluous as her pussy was already absolutely soaked and practically dripping down her legs and as Joker just barely let the tip of his pointer finger trace her folds, Jayde let out a short whimper before a sharp gasp brought it back in, forcing her head back and her jaw to drop. He watched in mild amazement, wondering what was making her react so strongly when he was only touching her, but upon thinking back over the past week and how he had not even kissed her once, it became obvious that she was maybe a little starved for a good petting…Hadn't he promised himself he would not let her go that long without some dick again?
Flattening his finger, Joker traced her from back to front, surprised at how well she had managed to shave. She was completely and totally soft, hairless and flawless, which only forced more blood rapidly from his brain down into the almost painfully hard dick in his jeans, which she just so happened to be sitting on. As the tip of his finger traveled past her entrance, Joker smirked, his eyebrow arching when he felt her clench instinctually, anticipating what he was now clearly teasing her with.
"Hmm…" he growled, now torturously circling her entrance with the tip of his middle finger. "You want it bad, huh…"
But almost as soon as he said this, Jayde was sliding off his lap, gliding her hands along his torso until she could tuck the tips of her fingers behind his belt, tugging hard on his hips until he slouched slightly on the couch, giving her room to kneel between his knees. The sound of his belt being unbuckled was like music to his ears and once Jayde had gotten the loose end free from the metal, she started on the button and zipper, working surprisingly quickly to part one side of the denim from the other. Joker cringed from the increased pressure on his dick but then sighed as she tugged again on his jeans, inching them further from their previous position low on his hips. Then, in a motion Joker had never witnessed before, not in all his years of encounters with this kind, Jayde yanked hard on the top of his boxers, pulling the front of them down low enough to free him and in one movement, caught the swollen tip of his dick between her lips as the material released him.
Before he could stop himself, Joker's hips bucked and his hand instantly moved to grip the back of her hair, forcing himself further into her mouth, anxious and beyond waiting to feel more of the wet warmth surrounding him. His head tilted back against the cushions of the couch as his jaw dropped and a moment of clarity allowed him to wonder how he could have forgotten how good it felt when Jayde swirled her tongue and traced the throbbing vein along the underside of his thick cock. However, it seemed Jayde knew exactly what she was doing and instead of taking as much of him into her mouth as she could handle, she forced him to wait, teasing him by only sucking gently on the tip.
Joker groaned in heightening frustration and was about to go on and force her head down when Jayde pulled her mouth away, bringing her hand up to grip the base of him instead, parting her lips to grin up at him furtively. The corners of her lips were turned up, mocking him as she listened to his ragged, uneven breathing, thoroughly enjoying the way goosebumps rose up along his arms and chest…Then, almost as if someone had flipped on a switch inside his brain, Jayde's motives became instantly clear to him. Coming out to the living room in lingerie, sitting on his lap, not allowing him to touch her at first, then forcing him to stop playing with her so she could tease him…this had all been a poorly crafted way of trying to control him, a not-so-clever ruse to have him begging for it…something Joker would never do. If he wanted something, he took it.
With an angry, animalistic growl, Joker reached down to grab her upper arms, pulling her up slightly, but only to throw her backwards with such force, her back met the carpet in front of the couch and she slid backwards by an inch or two. He followed instantly, dropping to his knees to move toward her and sit up, reaching out with both hands to forcefully push her thighs apart, exposing that area from which he had been restricted just a few minutes prior.
Jayde struggled to turn over, hoping she could somehow get him on his back to once again gain the upper hand, but it seemed Joker had caught on to her game and was now pinning her thighs to the ground, using his own knees to keep them that way. His hand moved to grip his dick as he leaned over her, placing his other hand next to her head while he spoke into her ear.
"Jayde, I don't enjoy being controlled like some bitch, you must know that by now…" he snarled in her ear and Jayde felt goosebumps rise up all over her arms, but not the kind that made her moan…these were the shivers of apprehension and mingled fear. A second later, a short, switchblade knife appeared in his hand from his back pocket, the blade looking sharp enough to cut stone. Again, Jayde struggled and whimpered as he brought the knife down, but only to slide the tip under the edge of her panties, easily splitting the material up to her hipbone, before copying the action on the other side. It seemed he thought that if he were to release her thighs from beneath his knees, she would crawl away, which brought him to cut the remaining garment from her skin, before ripping it out from under her, forcefully throwing the now ruined, formerly expensive lace lingerie across the room behind him blindly.
Now, with Joker left in his lowered jeans and boxers, he leaned over her yet again, reaching out to wrap his fingers tightly around her wrists, pinning them to the carpet on either side of her shoulders. Jayde arched her back beneath him, groaning in pain from the weight of his knees on her soft legs but as he rocked his hips forward, pushing into her surprisingly slowly, she gasped, whimpering at the stinging, burning sensation.
"Joker," she whined. "It hurts."
At this, he looked up from where he was watching himself push into her, but only to shake his head quickly. "Good." He growled, but then, as if to purposely make matters worse, he bucked his hips forward, thrusting as deeply into her as possible, closing his eyes to revel pleasurably in the loud, pained scream that erupted from beneath him. His hips began to move forward and back vigorously, not even sparing a few seconds for Jayde to adjust to the size of him.
He groaned as Jayde whimpered, tightening her hands into fists above his grip on her wrists, her back arching beneath him sharply as she tried to snap him out of this controlling, powerful state he had fallen into. Where had her plan gone wrong? What had she said or done to make him so angry so suddenly? If she was being completely honest, now that the sting was gone, this did feel somewhat good, but the fact that she was being practically pinned to the floor forcefully by the only man she had ever trusted enough to be intimate with was subtracting greatly from the pleasure, leaving only a dull, aching, rather heartbreaking pain.
Above her, Joker was grunting quietly with each thrust, breathing raggedly as he pounding furiously into her, concentrating on what he was doing and not paying the slightest bit of attention to the whimpers given off by Jayde. Looking down, she could see that the normally relaxed and subtle muscles along his abdomen were all tensed and visible and if she could have reached around to his back, she was betting the muscles that lined his spine were also flexed and aiding the bucking of his hips.
With a loud cry, Jayde struggled the hardest she had yet, straining the muscles in her arms when it became unbearable not to grab onto him, when she could not stand the submissive position she was being forced to stay in. Miraculously, either out of mercy or the desire to feel her nails dug into his back, Joker released her wrists, lowering himself onto his forearms on either side of her, putting his warm chest close to her cold body, as if suddenly willing to share his heat with her.
Finally, Jayde moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to breathe heavily against his cheek, praying he could hear the relief in her voice as she whimpered his name into his ear. Now, with Joker allowing her to move more freely, Jayde felt that pleasure return full force and could feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm begin to work itself up within her. But almost as soon as she began to feel elated that Joker was about to let her get off, even after being so rough with her, a low, loud groan escaped his chest as he buried his face against her neck.
No, please, not yet…she pleaded silently with him to try and hold it off until she could finish first, but unconsciously, unfortunately, her walls gave a tight clench around him, which was seemingly all he needed to buck his hips hard several last times, trembling slightly as he spilled deep into her. Through gritted teeth, he growled as his pace slowed, easing himself down from that powerful orgasm before he slid out of her, taking a slight gush of liquid with him that spilled down the cheeks of her ass and soaked into the carpet beneath her. Jayde's hands had come to rest on his chest as he continued to lean over her, but almost as if he couldn't bear to have her touch on him any longer, Joker sat up out of her reach, bringing both hands up to push his long hair away from his face.
Since her original plan had gone to absolute shit, Jayde felt the last ditch effort she could give it would be to sit up quickly and straddle his lap again, wrap her arms around his shoulders and force a kiss on him. But as if Joker had been reading her mind, he stood up, not even bothering to turn away as he tucked himself back into his boxers and turned to walk away from where she lay on the carpet, zipping and buttoning his jeans and buckling his belt as he disappeared into the bedroom.
Either stupidity or crushing, foolish hope allowed Jayde to think that he was about to go and retrieve some clothing for her before he returned to lay down beside her and hold her right there on the floor. But as he stepped back out a few moments later, sliding a t-shirt down over his chest with a set of keys clutched in his hand, Jayde sat up when he walked past her, as though she were a particularly lifelike area rug. At this point, she was beyond asking if he was leaving, as it was perfectly obvious that was exactly what he was doing and did not bother to ask where he was going, to avoid another 'none of your business' outburst. Instead, she went right to the source of her anger.
"Can't you just…lay with me? After what we just did?" she asked, her voice higher pitched and sharper than usual in an effort to make him stop and face her as he walked into the kitchen.
"C'mon, Jayde…" he tossed over his shoulder lazily as he filled a small glass with water from the sink. "Don't kid yourself…"
Now completely stunned and angrier than she had ever been in her life, Jayde watched from her spot, sitting up on the living room floor, naked, as Joker quickly drained the glass in one and set it back on the counter with a sigh. Her jaw had dropped in shock but as he moved to walk to the garage door without another word, she smacked her hand down hard on the carpet in front of her as tears instantly sprang to her eyes to travel down her cheeks.
"ARE YOU JOKING?" she practically screamed as he opened the door. It seemed the volume of her voice and the tone she had used forced him to stop, but instead of marching back over to where she sat, he stayed in place, his expression completely blank as he stared back at her.
"No, Jayde…I'm the Joke-R…"
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A/N: I KNOW! I KNOW! What an asshole right? All I can say is buckle up, kiddies. It's about to get rough. I mean…how long did you really expect Jayde to put up with this sort of shit? As the saying goes, third time's a charm…
Oh and I'd like to point out my use of the word 'cock'. I absolutely HATE that word and usually do everything in my power to avoid using it, but for this one chapter, I made an exception, just so I could shout out and promo for my girl Lucky Th13rteen, who is an amazing writer, and clearly has no problem using the 'C-O-C-K' word…A LOT. SO if you enjoy Harry Potter fanfiction and enjoy the ship of D/G, go check out her stories. I can promise you wont be disappointed…I mean, would I lie?
Yours, most trusted and true, The Queen of Mean.
Oh…and leave me a review if you really want to find out if Jayde finally gives Joker what he deserves.