"Sir?"
"Yes, Harley?"
"Permission to speak?"
"Yes, Harley."
After the proposal, Arthur had taken Harley home and had punished her for hesitating to say yes to him. He had alternated between keeping her on the edge of her orgasm and spanking her. When she was completely and utterly helpless, begging for him to let her peak and stop spanking her, he finally stopped and started to force orgasm on her. Again he kept doing it until she was completely desperate for him to stop. Now, she was to call him 'sir' and ask permission for every move, until she learned her lesson. Harley never thought she'd feel this way, but she actually preferred dealing with Joker now.
"I-I'd like to invite Pamela. From work. She's been so great and she's into some shady business herself, so she wouldn't be a threat to your business." Harley was curious about what business exactly and she knew that Pamela wouldn't be able to tell her at work.
"You may invite her over for dinner. Two nights from now. Do I need to worry over her?" Arthur asked, smoking his cigarette. They just had dinner and he loved smoking afterwards. Harley hated it, but said nothing.
"Worry? No, I just said that..."
"Worry that she'll whisk you away. You said you were into girls as well." Arthur looked at her darkly, narrowing his eyes at her. Harley felt her folds moistening. Even though this behavior was hurtful, she still was turned on by his possessive and dominant side. By the smug look on his face, Harley could tell that he knew. He always knew.
"No, she's just a friend. And if you noticed, she's my only friend. I'm alone in this godforsaken town, Arthur. And I can't take it anymore. Sir." Harley rambled, adding 'sir' at the end in a more submissive tone.
"You're alone? I'm nothing to you? Is that it?" He asked her, glaring. He put out his cigarette and lighted another one.
"You're not nothing. I love you. I agreed to marry you! But I need a girl to talk to. About girl things. Yo want me to talk to you about tampons?" Harley asked, crossing her arms over her chest. When she saw Arthur's disgusted look, she scoffed. "Right, that's what I thought. I just want a friend. She's nice."
"Suck me off. Then you have permission to invite her." Arthur answered, smirking at her.
Harley didn't hesitate but got on her knees and crawled over to him. She took his heated flesh out of his pants and took it in her mouth. He was hard for her already and she reveled in this thought.
With a moan of pleasure, Arthur let his head fall back. "God you're so good at this..." He whispered breathlessly.
Harley moaned into the sucking, sending vibrations up his shaft. She used her hand, to stroke him where her mouth couldn't reach. She felt her insides throb for him, but she knew better than to ask for pleasure for herself. Arthur made it clear that he'd probably not touch her again until the wedding night.
With his hand, Arthur grabbed a fistful of her hair, keeping her head in place. She knew that he was close to coming in her mouth. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. She loved it when she could make him squirm in pleasure.
Suddenly his other hand shot forward, the hand that was still holding the almost burned out cigarette. As he kept her head in place, he put out the cigarette behind her ear, making her cry out in pain. This sent him over his edge and he squirted his load in her throat with loud moans. Once he had enough, he pushed her off of him, smirking as he watched her cry and the cum dribble out of her mouth.
He cleaned himself up and tucked himself away. When Harley didn't stop crying, he pulled her up and pulled her pants down. Without warning, he swiftly entered her with two fingers, pressing his thumb on her clit. Her jaw dropped and she whimpered.
"Feel this? How wet you are? How ready for my cock? Don't pretend like you don't love this, Harls, you do. But I'll be merciful. Consider your punishment lifted, hmm?" He told her firmly, shaking his fingers one more time before pulling them out. Smugly, he sucked on them and winked before walking out of the kitchen, leaving her there.
Sniffling in shame, she quickly readjusted her clothing. Once she cleared the table and did the dishes, she went to the bedroom to read. After a little while, Joker entered the bedroom and grinned at her.
"Daddy has to work, dollface. But he can make you feel good before he goes..." He said in a suggestive manner, before showing her the pink vibrator he was holding. This wasn't intended to pleasure her, she knew that much. This was to show her how right Arthur had been, about her loving the treatment he gave her. "Yes, daddy, please." She whispered anyway. She might as well enjoy the offer, who knew when she'd be allowed pleasure again.
Soon she was squirming for him, the vibrator firmly planted between her folds, begging him to let her peak.
Later that week, Pamela joined Harley and Arthur for dinner, after work. The girls were happily chatting as they entered the building.
Harley was elated that she was able to share all this with her friend, without having to worry that the police would be involved. Although Arthur's reach over the town became bigger and bigger so the threat of the police was becoming smaller.
When she and Pamela entered the living area of the warehouse, Harley noticed how nice it looked. Almost as if Arthur had spent the day cleaning. There was a jazz-record playing and the area was filled with wonderful smells, coming from the kitchen. Harley was touched. Look at all this trouble he went through for them!
He walked into the living room, wearing an apron and a smile. "Hey, I thought I heard you two come in. Sit down. Hi, I'm Arthur." He said in a charming manner, extending his hand to Pamela. She shook it but seemed less impressed than Harley. "Hello Arthur. I'm Pamela. Nice to meet you."
Harley felt the tension and started to overcompensate. "Anyone want a drink? I can get us some drinks." She rambled nervously, picking up the tray they used to serve drinks on. Without awaiting their answers, she rushed to the kitchen and poured some glasses. When she came back, the tray was filled with different kinds of drinks. "I panicked..." She explained herself, when Arthur and Pamela gave her a strange look. The both of them chuckled and the tension was diffused. A little.
Dinner was both nice and awkward. Arthur had really pulled out all of his tricks and prepared them a wonderful meal. Vegetarian even, since Harley told him that Pamela didn't eat meat. But the conversation was forced and strange. They talked about Pamela's research, the fact that Harley was almost a full doctor and that it was cold for this time of year. They avoided what business Arthur was in exactly, but it was definitely the elephant in the room. Once they finally finished dessert, Arthur stood up and excused himself.
"Ladies, I need to get some work done, but this has been a pleasure. Pamela, thank you for coming. Harley, maybe you'd like to check out the back room, we hadn't decorated yet? I think you'll like it. Maybe you'd like to show Pamela?" He kissed Harley on her cheek and she mumbled some sort of agreement. She knew what he was trying to say. They had to get out of the kitchen, before he started to work.
Hoping Pamela hadn't caught that as well, Harley put on her best smile. "Wanna go check out it together?" She asked her friend happily. "So he has the whole area to himself?" Pamela quipped back, once Arthur left the kitchen. She wasn't crazy, she knew what he tried to say.
"Oh please, come look at it with me, I'd love to share this with you." Harley asked her, with a pout. Pamela sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine, as if I could say no to you." This made Harley blush a little, what did Pamela mean by that?
Thinking this over, she led her to the backroom and gasped when she saw what Arthur did with it. He built her a gym! The other day, she told him that she used to be a gymnast but she had broken her leg and had to give it up. Now she'd be able to pick it up again, without having to uphold those impossible standards those schools laid on their students.
"A gym...why did he do that?" Pamela asked, not understanding why Harley seemed so happy with it. If her partner would do this for her, she'd wonder if they were trying to tell her to stay in shape more and probably be offended.
Quickly Harley filled her in and clapped her hands happily. "This is great! I can put all my energy in this, without having to worry over being seen or not being able to keep up with others!" She said with a smile and Pamela gave her a small smile back.
"I'm glad he made you happy." She told her. But Harley could hear the hesitation. "What's the matter? You've been so cold ever since you met Arthur."
Pamela groaned in frustration and sat down on a nearby table. Harley joined her.
"I was hoping my natural charm would hide that." She said sarcastically at first, but then turned more serious, when she saw that Harley got annoyed with her. "Fine, fine. He's not right for you, Harleen. This? Tonight? I've never seen a person more fake. Sure, he tidied the place up and cooked for us...but isn't that the bare minimum? You work all day!"
"But look at what he built for me! He remembers little things I tell him and then surprises me with them afterwards. I love that. He's so kind and misunderstood...You'd know that if you would know him like I do." Harley protested, frowning at Pamela.
The other woman frowned back and reached out to Harley's face, tucking some hair behind her ear. As she did, her fingertips grazed the burn mark that Arthur left there with his cigarette.
"Did you tell him that you like being burned?" She asked her carefully. Harley started to cry. She hoped that Pamela wouldn't see it, but of course she did. She saw her, always.
"No. I was being punished." Harley whispered, between sobs. Pamela pulled her into a hug. "He shouldn't punish you like that, Harleen. That's not healthy. You know that, right? Unless it's your thing and you discussed in advance?" She asked, pulling back from the hug to look at Harley. She shook her head. "No, we didn't." Pamela hugged her again. "Then this is abuse. He's abusing you."
"No! That's not true, he loves me!" Harley said in a raised voice, standing up from the hug. "Don't say that, he's not abusive!"
Pamela didn't answer, but grabbed Harley's wrist. She turned it so that the scar of her previous burn mark was facing upwards.
"Harleen..." Pamela started, but Harley interjected.
"It's Harley! Harley Quinn! That's what he called me and you should listen to it!" She ranted, even though she didn't mean it. She loved the fact that Pamela called her 'Harleen'. It was the last bit of herself that she could cling to, even though she didn't like to admit it.
"Harleen..." Pamela repeated calmly, not impressed by Harley's tantrum. "Arthur is abusive towards you and I am not going to stand idly by and take it. When I see it, I will call it out. Call him out. It's up to you if you are going to stay or not. But if you want out, I'll help you. Okay?"
"Why do you care if I'm being abused or not?" Harley asked her stubbornly, crossing her arms over chest like a spoiled little girl.
"Oh you have to ask? I'm crazy about you, Harleen! And even if I wasn't, I can't just allow my friend to be treated like this! You're a human being! You deserve to be happy!" Pamela told her, taking off her glasses in a frustrated manner. She couldn't believe Harleen didn't understand this.
Harley was touched. She stared at her friend in disbelief. Even though it sounded so simple, she never thought of herself as deserving to be happy. On top of that, Pamela felt the same way about her as she did about Pamela. Without wasting another second, she crashed her lips onto hers and kissed her passionately. Pamela eagerly returned the kiss, feeling relieved that she finally informed Harleen on her feelings.
Neither of them saw the security camera, in the corner across from them, hidden from plain sight. Which meant that neither of them was aware that Arthur was watching, from the other room.