My body was positively vibrating with excitement on my way into work. I practically danced down the sidewalk toward Arkham.

I shouldn't be this happy about seeing my patient.

Aw, shut up. Who fucking cares?

I made my way to my office in max, straightening things in preparation for his session. Continually my eyes looked to the clock, urging the hands to move faster. Finally, there was a knock at the door and I rushed to it, though I paused to take a breath before actually pulling it open.

There he was, in all his glory. The guards pushed him inside and turned to leave.

"Excuse me," I stopped them and pointed to the white coat that covered his upper half. "I don't allow straightjackets in my office."

The male guard looked back and forth from me to Joker before worriedly asking, "You sure?"

I arched a brow, "Are you questioning doctor's orders?"

"No ma'am," replied both the guards and they set to removing his straightjacket as J eyed me with a victorious smirk.

"Did you enjoy your weekend?" His voice sounded taunting.

I shrugged, "It was fine."

One of the guards handed me the half folded straightjacket as the other clicked on the white noise machine. All the offices had one, for the confidentiality of the patients. They walked out into the hall and J closed the door, his fingers flicking the lock. That one simple motion had my heart in my throat.

He flipped the light switch to the OFF position and turned to face me with a grin. "We're officially alone."

"Won't you take a seat?" I gestured to the couch against one wall as rain started to patter against my windows.

He didn't go straight for the furniture, instead strolling around the room as his eyes took in everything. And as he passed by the varying lamps he clicked them off one by one until there was only one left illuminating. Then he rolled onto the couch, lying flat on his back and staring at the ceiling.

"Pain is pleasure, Doc." He started and I pulled out a chair to face him, sitting down with my legs crossed. "Pleasure is pain. … I hope you'll let me teach you one day."

I ignored that. "How was your weekend?"

He frowned. "Long."

I know the feeling.

He tilted his head to look at me, "I'm sure you agree."

Can he read my mind?

I cleared my throat, "What would you like to discuss today, Mr. Joker?"

"Harley," he admonished, "call me J."

My teeth caught the corner of my lower lip as I remembered sitting on his lap. There was nothing to stop me from doing it again. Except for me, of course.

Those blue eyes cast up at the ceiling again. "I wanna talk about desire."

I felt my cheeks flush with anticipation. As he continued, his hands began to move while he talked. It was thrilling to see him so unencumbered and I fell entranced to his movements, eyeing the card suit tattoos that adorned his right knuckles as they flashed in my direction occasionally.

"I have everything I could ever want. Everything that could be bought, I own it all." His hands danced in the air above him and his voice took on a magical tone. "I have things I didn't even know existed. … But there's one thing I don't have."

"And what is that?"

"A queen." There was a beat of pause and he continued, "I never needed one. The King of Gotham rules alone. Well … not completely alone." He grinned wickedly. "I never lacked company in my bed. This city is full of girls just waiting to be plucked up, used, and thrown aside."

I tried my hardest not to picture Joker's bed.

"And use them I did. I had my fun and sent them on their way. … Most of them anyway." He glanced over at me again, speaking a low gravelly tone, "They didn't all survive."

I should be afraid. But I wasn't. The most psychotic man in Gotham had my full, complete trust.

"You killed them." My voice was filled with awe.

His eyes flicked back to the ceiling with disgust. "They were boring. Or clingy. It doesn't matter if they lived or died, they were all the same. Unsatisfying."

"So why need a queen?"

"I don't." he snapped. "I don't need anything."

"But desire…"

"Ah, now that's different." A slow smile curved his features. "See, I never wanted for anyone or anything. What use to me is a woman? … But now, over a half a year has passed since I was last touched. I find myself … wanting."

A delicious shudder swept down my spine.

"Not just anyone. No, she has to be perfect. Powerful … wild … she'll rule this city at my side and everyone will fear her. She takes what she wants with no apologies and fuck anyone who says otherwise. … A total sex kitten. Yeah." Though his eyes drifted closed, his hands never stopped moving above him. "She'll fuck whoever she wants, but she'll always come back to me. Because I will be the only thing she truly needs."

"You don't want her loyalty?"

"Loyalty? Ha! Loyalty doesn't mean monogamy. Loyalty means that everything she does is for me. What do I care who she has between her legs when I own her soul?"

"So you want someone you can own."

"She will belong to me. Mind, body, soul. And she'll know what I know to be true."

"Which is?"

His eyes opened then and locked onto mine. "Pain is pleasure."

I felt a flood of wetness spread into my underwear.

"Those chemicals didn't just make me crazy. They unlocked my cells. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain … they are intertwined. I enjoy being beaten because if feels glorious. And when I cum, it's like my body has caught on fire. There is no pleasure without pain, Harley. They are one and the same."

Why is this turning me on?

"All that pussy didn't satisfy because those girls didn't understand. They didn't submit."

"Submit?"

"Surely you've come across domination and submission in all that psychobabble." He vaguely gestured to the bookshelf littered with books.

I couldn't keep the lust from invading my tone. "You want to dominate her."

"She will need to submit. Nothing will ever compare to my domination and I'll be the only one who can ever really get her to cum. Because –" And here we spoke together, "Pain is pleasure."

He smiled at me, enjoying the way I yearned for him. "That's my fetish, Doc. Cum. I want to bathe in her juices. I want to cover her in my fluids and watch as she spreads them onto people unawares. I want to make her orgasm until she forgets how to breathe."

My pussy clenched and trembled as my breath caught in my lungs. Everything he said was intoxicating. I want that.

"And that's why she'll be mine. I'll own her because she wants to be owned. She'll never leave because I will hold the key to everything she wants."

He sat up suddenly then, one swift motion that had his bare feet on the floor. He stared into me, melting my will to his. One hand patted the couch next to him and he said, "Come over here, Doc. Sit next to me."

I shouldn't do this. But my body responded, carrying me across the short distance to settle next to him. He turned to face me, placing a hand on my knee. Electricity jolted through me from his touch. I found myself struggling to breathe normally.

"Do you want me?" His voice was a caress that slithered over my form.

Don't answer that!

"Yes." I whispered.

Damnit!

A low, seductive growl trilled between his teeth. And then his lips were crushing mine, his palms on either side of my jaw, fingers trailing around the back of my head. He pulled me into him, drawing me closer. My lower lip was sucked into his mouth and he nibbled, sending shockwaves pulsing to my pussy. His hands trailed down from my face, rubbing over my breasts before travelling lower. Before I could even realize what he was doing, they were under my skirt and yanking on my underwear.

"I'm gonna make this little kitty purr."

And then he was kneeling on the floor, pulling my hips to the edge of the couch. He roughly shoved my skirt up around my waist before pushing my legs up and exposing my pussy. One long lick up my folds and I could already feel the need for release.

"Mmmmm." He moaned against my flesh. "Just like pumpkin pie."

He licked again, lapping at the fluid that was coating me before sucking my clit into his mouth. I groaned, my hands fluttering down to curl in his hair. He suckled like a babe, driving me higher. And then he bit down on the nub with those metal teeth and I came, squirting my juices on his chin.

"Good girl." He praised before thrusting his tongue inside me.

I pulled away, but his hands gripped onto my hips, dragging me closer. Whenever I took care of myself, I always stopped after orgasm, figuring the deed was done. Clearly J didn't agree with that mentality.

In and out his tongue danced and I felt another climax building. He really knows what he's doing. When I came again, he drank from my opening, swallowing as noisily as he could. Then he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and staring at me with lust.

"Lay down." He ordered and I did, never breaking his gaze. He climbed onto the couch, kneeling between my legs, and pushed down his Arkham issue sweatpants.

I felt the tip of his cock slide up and down my folds and my eyes rolled back in my head. The pleasure that filled every corner of my body was exquisite. I felt delirious.

Long fingers curled around my throat and he posed a question. "Tell me, doctor. Your darkest desire… you wanna lose control?" And then he bent over me, his cock pressing at my opening, teasing entry. His breath washed over my face and his tone was dangerous. "Or do you wanna give it to me?"

I shuddered as ripples of pleasure swept through me.

As he'd spoken, his fingers drew tighter against my neck, slowly squeezing more and more until air would no longer pass through my throat. I attempted to nod, but only managed in lowering my chin slightly.

"What was that?" he taunted. "I can't hear you."

His fingers relaxed their grip then and air flooded my lungs, though his hand didn't move away. I opened my eyes to find his mere inches away, staring into me. I knew what I wanted. What I needed.

"I'm yours." I whispered.

He shook his head, making tutting sounds, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. …. Louder."

"I'm yours." My voice has never sounded so sure.

He thrust into me, his fingers squeezing around my throat again. His mouth crushed mine, desperate with hunger as he pounded relentlessly. Desire coiled in my cunt as he filled me, sliding in and out and destroying everything else in existence until there was nothing left but him inside me.

His lips pulled away from mine and lowered to my ear to whisper, "Cum for Daddy."

The reaction was instantaneous. I exploded, gushing around his cock and he chuckled darkly.

"Good girl." He moaned against my ear. And when he didn't slow I found myself cumming again and again in succession, a never ending orgasm that filled every fiber of my being. "Good girl, good girl, good girl."

Never in my life have I felt like I did in that moment. And I'm not completely inexperienced. Busy as I was in college, I still had a couple boyfriends. I still found time for fucking. But they never made me stream like this. Hell, I can't even make me stream like this. Can those even be called orgasms anymore?

Nothing will compare to submission. Giving up control is a drug. Giving him control is my drug. I know already that I am an addict. I'll give anything for a fix; for his hand around my throat. I'll do anything to feel him pumping inside me. I never want this to end.

I'd always thought I didn't enjoy sex. My exes certainly never brought me pleasure. In fact, I would get off harder listening to my dormmate get fucked by the string of guys she was constantly bringing home. Talk about awkward and confusing. When my experiences with sex didn't bring me gratification, I gave up on boys and focused on my studies.

But this … This is bliss like I never thought possible. He buried himself in me, demanding and taking and stealing my essence. But everything he took he returned tenfold … a hundredfold. He filled my body with exquisite delight and owned every thought in my head. My cunt bore down, gripping his cock tightly.

I felt him shudder but not slow and he growled, "You're gonna make me cum, pumpkin."

Don't ask me where it came from, but I begged, "Fill me up, Daddy."

The sounds that he made were absolute heaven. Joyous and excruciating. He threw his head backward, his hand tightening around my throat as he came hard and I felt myself climaxing in time with him. He slowed and then stilled, his cock still pulsing inside me.

When he pulled out, the corners of my vision started to dim. His hand was still cutting off my oxygen. My brain started to panic and my hands pushed at his chest. But he was far stronger and I couldn't move him. I clawed at his hand and he smiled wide.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." He tutted. "Not yet."

Tears flooded my eyes as fear overrode my system. His eyes gleamed as he pushed down on my throat, pinning me to the couch. The shadows at the edges of my vision grew and I started to feel weak.

That's when he bent over me again to lick from my jawbone to my temple before placing his lips by my ear and commanding, "Cum."

My pussy flooded as it obeyed, the strongest orgasm I have ever felt ripping through me. I screamed but only heard a strangled gurgle.

"Oh, gooood girlll." He trilled, releasing my neck completely and peppering my mouth with little kisses. As air slammed into my lungs, my cunt shuddered again, forcing continued release. I sucked in oxygen and cried out at the same time. The hand that had been on my throat covered my mouth but left my nostrils exposed so I could continue to gasp for air.

"Now, now." He chuckled. "We don't want the guards to hear."

When my breathing normalized he removed his hand and sat back. As I sat up there sounded three successive knocks. My eyes snapped to the door as fear once again overtook. Oh god, they heard me.

"Lunch, Dr. Quinzel!" Came a female voice and I felt my body relax.

"Just a minute!" I jumped from the couch, pulling my skirt down and trying to smooth away the wrinkles. When I turned to make sure J was righting himself, I discovered him twirling my thong around one finger.

I reached out a hand for it and he snickered. "Oh, no." He said. And then he was in front of me, shoving his hand up my skirt and the fabric between my juicy lips. "This is mine."

I was so surprised by what he had done that I stood frozen, staring at him. He pulled the panties out and took a long whiff before tucking the scrap of lace into the waistband of his pants, all the while smirking at me. Challenging me to disagree. But how could I? I'd give him anything he asked of me.

I walked to my desk and picked up the loathsome straightjacket. It wasn't right to confine him. He deserves to be free.

With a sigh I unlocked the door and pulled it open, holding out the straightjacket to the first guard that entered. She took it and stepped to J, holding it open in front of him. He complied without being asked, sliding his arms into the sleeves and bending the elbows as required. The whole time he stared at me, watching me, knowing that I could still feel him inside me.

"See ya later, Doc." He grinned as they led him from the room

And he will. This afternoon. Alone in my office.