Chapter Twenty-Five: Take Orders From Milady

A/N: Warning—LEMON! :D

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Indeed, Allegra did meet the men after she had assisted Joker in stitching the cut she'd sorely sliced in him. He never winced, just like her, as the stitching was brief and simple. They accompanied one another down the stairs as Allegra held his arm, like a proper, elegant escort as she'd originally worked before joining ranks with him.

Seeing the four men standing side-by-side, they looked more like soldiers than the misfits, rather than those she'd been accustomed to meeting. They were thinner, granted, but none the less, looked a bit wry and mischievous. Made more obvious to their current situation (or predicament), there was not one of them that looked the slightest bit innocent...then again, Allegra could relate.

Of the four, two of them were colored; the other two, white. The first two were very similar to each other, and Allegra guessed they were brothers, especially when they spoke.

"Tell her your names," Joker instructed as he sat on the tan couch, watching the introduction.

The taller brother introduced himself as 'Darren'-no last name. The other beside him was named 'Steve'. Darren was taller than Steve but only centimeters. Their dark brown eyes were just as dark as their curly black hair, and the sparkly white smiles they gave Allegra were almost sincere if it wasn't for the gaze lowering below her neck to oggle at the more interesting artillery.

They noticed the scar on her cheek, the one looking quite semi-identical to their new boss, but they seemed to look past it. The body made up for the face. Or at least, that's what their quirked eyebrows and prominent smirks resounded. Allegra noticed it.

"Look, but don't touch." Allegra said coolly. She looked at the two Caucasian men. These two were not brothers, maybe friends, or at the most, close acquaintenances. The first was taller than the right, a lot thicker (fat, not muscular) and had something of a grim expression on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Allegra asked.

"Are you a hooker or something?" asked the first, looking at Allegra was a newfound resentment. He vaguely indicated Allegra's serene attire—the red flaming knee-high skirt, fish net stocking, the black/white montage shirt that revealed a very generous amount of valley (no wonder the boys greedily watched her).

Allegra didn't answer, mainly because Joker did that for her.

"She's something of a grand visior to me, kid." Joker said, arms outstretched on the back of the couch. Allegra turned to look at the boy as he added, "I'd be careful how you address the lady. She's awfully uh...temperamental."

Allegra smirked at the guy, saying, "What's your name?"

"Ryan," he answered curtly. "What's yours?"

"Allegra." She returned.

The newbie made a snorting sound—derisive, and very disrespectful. The boy beside him nearly turned god-awful pale like a vampire when Allegra's eyes flashed, and her scar crinkled as she smiled darkly at him.

"Might wanna back up there, yo," Darren warned the unnamed kid.

Taking his advice, the kid immediately went the opposite direction of Allegra's deadly glare as Ryan's eyes, a pale ocean blue, never left the dark. He crossed his arms, looking arrogant. Allegra stepped towards him, standing before him with the bitterness of a woman scorned.

Joker reasoned that Ryan had simply made a callous gesture of defiance of authority—unnecessary, but harmless. However, Allegra took this as an insult, and being a woman who needed to defend her feminist rights to a leadership position, she stepped close to Ryan—they were the same height, so she had no towering prowess. Joker smirked though when her hand lunged between the boy's legs and she gripped him hard enough that Ryan lost his luster.

"For someone who thinks they've got the balls to stand up to me," Allegra growled threateningly, "You certainly don't have the sack to compensate for it." She grabbed him harder—boy, Joker could definitely feel that as Ryan made a cry out of pain and only when he dropped to his knees did Allegra let him go. She looked down at him.

"See where you are, little man?" Allegra cooed as though speaking to an infant. "Down on your knees, down where even the fucking little midgets can spit on your neck? That's where you belong. Can't take orders from a woman? Tough."

She placed her heeled boot on his shoulder, pushing him to the ground on his back; he looked up at her, and what originally had been arrogance was now a slight adjustment of his confidence. There wasn't exactly terror in his eyes, just the added anxiety of having underestimated Joker's little squeeze.

"I killed my father when I was ten and I've killed bank tellers, cops, and my own fucking people—I have no qualms sticking a knife in your belly, you arrogant toe-rag." She bent at the knee, and pulled a switchblade from inside her right boot. "Fuck with me, Ryan. Do it. I dare you. Because slicing you up for the dogs will be easier than gutting a turkey on Thanksgiving Day. Your entrails will be your extrails; and I'll keep you alive the entire time, while I watch you eat your own fucking intestines. Got it?"

Wide-eyed, Ryan nodded quickly—terrified to shit.

Meanwhile, Joker was grinning admirably. He glanced at Darren and Steve—the two were admiring her impressive use of profane language. The other boy had said nothing, only staring at Allegra as though she was the spawn of the Devil. There was a brief moment in which Allegra put the switchblade back in her boot, smiling at Ryan; she patted his cheek with her index finger as though the mother had finished scolding her children and now was the time she'd say that she'd only said these things for their own good, to teach them a lesson.

Naturally, nothing like that came out but her smile of calm and sincerity was well-played.

"What's your name?" asked Allegra, looked at the unnamed boy. He was shorter, thinner, and blonde, resembling much like Kyle, one whom Allegra had worked with prior that bank heist in which the men were instructed to shoot each other after their task had been carried out. Kyle had died shortly after the heist begun.

"R-Richard."

"Well, Richy—welcome to the team." Allegra said smoothly. She patted the boy on the back and then turned to Joker. "These are all the men you gathered in the past two days?"

Joker shrugged: "I don't host try-outs for girlscouts, Allegra."

"Looks like it's all you brought in my opinion," she replied smoothly. She gave them all discerning looks. "Nice to meet you all. Welcome to the team. Here's the kitchen, living and dining area, stairs. I'm going upstairs to shower now that pissy britches shit himself." She made a soft laugh at that.

Joker, Darren, Steve, and Richard all looked at Ryan who was trying hard to disguise the foul smell with a shy smile of innocence but that made him seem all the more guilty.

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Allegra undressed down to her underwear, leaning over the side of the tub to turn on the hot water. Acclaiming the temperature, she waited for it to heat up before remotely stepping behind the plastic curtain. Her wait was five minutes, as she looked at the mirror, running her hands through her hair before placating that the shower time was now or never—cold, be damned.

She kicked off her socks, and stepped over the tub, muttering about the inability of people who weathered these faucets to spew anything aside from cold water—it was damn near freezing! Shivering to the bone, she turned the knob completely in the opposite direction, hoping that the heat would pick up. When it did, there was a sigh of a relief.

Allegra closed her eyes, allowing the jet to soak her hair and body; she felt the droplets crawl down her neck, her breasts, tummy, and down her legs. There was a knock on the door.

"It's open." She called out.

The door opened and Allegra saw in the curtain that it was a shadowy figure. He closed the door behind him—whomever it was.

"I'm not dressed to receive," said Allegra callously. Her tone was biting—warding off the newbies if they'd dared to try and get a sneak peek.

"I'd hope not," said Joker. He snaked in behind her, nude as she was. She turned around, smirking at his muscular nudity. The war paint he wore regularly was washing from his face, spinning circles into the drain. She made a soft sigh of relief.

"What'd you think of 'em?" Joker asked, licking his lips of the last of the make-up; he tasted greasepaint, but all too familiar the taste of it. Allegra turned away from him, closing her eyes to the shower head as it milked warm water; it was starting to feel more inviting.

"No more than what I thought of the others," said Allegra softly.

Joker moved behind her, arms moving under hers so he touched her belly, moving her to him. She made a soft 'mm' when she felt his rod between the back of her innermost thighs. Her back moved up against his hard chest.

"There is no pleasing you, is there?" asked Joker half-seriously.

"Easily pleased, hard to impress." She returned lightly. She leaned her back to see him give her an off look. She moved her hand behind her to feel the touch of him in a more intimate area; she grinned. "Speaking of hard..."

"You realize," Joker interrupted, "you may have damaged that boy's chances of having any children?"

"People like him shouldn't breed," replied Allegra with quick wit.

This made Joker laugh, which turned into a low moan when her hand began to fondle him. She turned in his arms and in doing so, Joker found her ass which he grabbed. Allegra made a soft 'ah'. She looked up at him.

"Anyway," She stated off-handedly, "It was fun immasculating him. People like him should learn to take orders from a woman."

Joker purred, "I can't but agree with you."

"Ever thought about taking orders from me?" asked Allegra. Her hand started squeezing him in soft circles; the other pushed his chest against the wall so his back collided in an inaudible thud. Her ministrations on his cock made blood rush from his brain to the very thing she was aiding.

"Not exactly," Joker sighed, "But...mmm..." (her hand moved closer to his base) "But I can always be persuaded."

Allegra slid away from him in one solitary movement, turning off the water. Wet and naked, Allegra made a gesture for him to follow her; he did so—the blood pressure hadn't fallen completely back to its regularity and so he couldn't begin to express the sexual frustration she'd caused. When he'd gone into the room, Allegra was no where to be found. Then his hands were pulled behind his back and they were locked together with...

"Handcuffs?" Joker inquired, surprised, feeling the familiar cold metal on his wrists.

"Yes." Allegra mused, holding the key in front of him.

"Where the hell did you get these?" He indicated his restraints.

Allegra pushed him on his back, in the middle of the bed. She joined him shortly after, sitting between his legs.

"That cop I killed in the bank—Detective Rosh—had a spare. He didn't see any point in having them if he wasn't going to live." Allegra reasoned. She put the key on the bedside table, then moved back between his legs, where her hands began to listlessly graze his inner thighs.

Joker made a soft growl.

"Don't worry, Killer." Allegra uttered seductively as she licked his base. "Mama's gonna take over tonight."

Joker felt the metallic wrist bracelets, twisting his wrists so that he could move his arms over his head and he could use them to his advantage. He sat up, pulling his bound hands over Allegra's head; she reacted immediately, snatching the coiled wire between his wrists and forcing them to link around the bed post. He gave her a sardonic look.

"It's time you learned to obey me." she said softly, moving on top of him. She straddled his waist, her sex just barely making contact with the rigidity of his own arousal. Her body stretched over his like a cat, flexible, soft. Allegra's breasts compressed against his chest as her hands moved and linked through his fingers. Their lips made contact, kissing until they broke only for a break.

Allegra smirked when Joker gave her a smoldering look.

"Don't like restraints?" she asked innocently.

"Not really," said Joker.

"Mmm. I like 'em." She grinned recklessly: "You're setting a new trend. These days, everyone's getting them."

"Is that supposed to be a joke?"

"No." Allegra returned after thinking about it. "I believe it's the actual truth."

She straightened, repositioning so she sat on his hard-on; as she did, she moved her hair all to one shoulder. To Joker's taunting pleasure, she began touching herself. Allegra lowered her hands from her hair to her breasts, down her ribcage, and then moving between their connection.

Joker felt her kitty begin to grind against him. Slowly but surely, she began to pick up her pace. Her moans eluded her mouth just as he could feel her become wet on his mount. It dawned on him that Allegra enjoyed the imminent pleasing torture of his restraint as she did with the slow suffering of a blade. There was a lust in her eyes, mischief on her smile.

"Moan for me." Allegra said nicely, entwined of a simple but very distracting dance that drew attention to her breasts and hips.

Joker didn't do as she commanded. She wasn't taking him on that easily. However, she did give him a break, leaning past him to get the key off the end table. She held it in front of him.

"Moan for me," Allegra hissed beautifully. She pushed her frame in a harder grind against his hips and Joker felt a wave of instant gratification simmer his blood. Involuntarily, he uttered a low groan. Allegra's grin was wider than he'd ever seen it before.

She lowered her frame to him, lips guiding his neck, her tongue tasting him. Meanwhile, down below, the deep, hard grind of her sex against his shaft had become an almost unbearable torture. God, how did he want to be inside her.

Her lips kissed just beneathe his ear whispered: "Kiss me."

He resisted for a few minutes, biding his restraint. But the soft moans emitting in his ear and on his neck as she felt him hardening even more between her legs was practically a bargaining chip. At this rate he didn't mind giving in—he could feel just how aroused she was by the reversed roleplay. Everything about this situation was making her hot and ready for him.

Joker kissed her when she made a soft peck to his upper lip. At first, it had been gentle. Then passion superceeded. Allegra moaned in his mouth as he lifted his hips to meet hers. She reached to his hands, unlocking the handcuffs. When she did, Joker flung them to the opposite side of the room; he took her by the shoulders, pushing her on her back.

"How bad do you want me?" Joker growled. "Let's see." He moved his hand between her legs, cupping her initially, then moving two fingers along the swollen lips; he felt her heat, then inside. Allegra moaned when he fingered her, finding a shadow of a mini-orgasm.

Her hips lifted to him, possessed on their own accord.

"I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream." Joker told her. He withdrew his fingers, lifting her legs over his hips so he could feel her heated core. Allegra moaned involuntarily, feeling him tease the entrance.

"Do it." She said.

"You handcuffed me, Bunny. We're doing this my way." Joker stated, but couldn't deny his own need. He continued teasing her, never entering, just poking inside to a point where she longed for full contact.

.Her fingernails raked his back in need, in urgency—desperate, longing. She was sweating with a desire to be full-filled. Never had Joker seen her so vulnerable to him, so lost in the moment.

"Beg." Joker growled.

She didn't—not at first.

"Please," she said. Joker kissed her neck, tasting her. Then her mouth.

"You're not convincing anyone," he panted.

"I want you," Allegra said desperately, her voice cracked with need. "Inside me."

His teasing had become unbearable to her; she lifted her hips to him each time he made contact, hoping for a break, needing a release.

"Tell me how you like it," Joker growled in a deep voice.

She was exhilerated, almost hyperventilating. She was in his control, under his manipulation and it was a sweet pleasure. Such a dark beauty—all his. Then a smile teased her lips as she said with a delicate moan, "Mama likes it rough."

Joker made a soft chuckle, but it was a key to her undoing.

He thrust into her hard, never holding back. She was a torrent of moans, and as the fucking became harder and rougher, her screams were short and loud. She began to shake, reaching to a closer climax, a powerful one too. Time passed and Joker felt her succumb to the ultimate orgasm—her muscule spasm between her legs held him in with a surprisingly impressive constriction; the moans that erupted were spastic and uncontrolled. In a few more thrusts, Joker felt his own peak.

Breathless and satisfied, Joker rolled off her; she moved to him, a leg between his and a hand on his chest. They were panting, and sweaty—or maybe that was the water from the shower.

Allegra moved her head against his neck and she kissed his neck with her tongue. Joker glanced down at her, and they kissed one another in an uncharacteristically tender moment. It passed as briefly as it had come, for Allegra smiled mischievously.