The night after I met my grandparents was the night we blew up the Gotham Stock Exchange. It was incredible! The explosion and the fire were so beautiful, such destruction and mayhem. By the time we'd gotten there most of the charges had been set and the boys were just finishing up placing the last two. We talked about J's master plan and how it was all going to tie together in the end. I don't really understand why he's playing it this way, but it's not for me to question. I love following his lead and helping him bring his plots to fruition. Which is why it was so great seeing that building explode. The ensuing fires raged late into the night; I think only being completely put out this morning. I don't know how many other buildings of Gotham's Wall Street were caught in the crossfire, but it seems like there must have been a lot. It's going to take a long time for Gotham's economy to recover from this very unfortunate blip.
I spent the day in my studio again. Jenni and Triss are absolute joys to work with. I don't know if they're putting on a show for me or if it's how they truly are, but I don't care. They make the art of aerial dancing even more enjoyable.
I've asked for some improvements to the studio – things that I would find in the "wild" of Gotham City's streets. As much as I adore the silks, it can't hurt to get in some practice for our late-night mayhem. After running from the Bat once, I'm positive it's going to happen many more times. And I know that some of those times are going to require some … creative getaways. Might as well get in as much practice as I can before the time comes. The girls said they'd get someone right on it.
After getting home and showering well, I met up with Tommy in the third bedroom. This time I was getting "Property of Joker" on my back and a "J" on my upper arm. There wasn't going to be any more confusion as to who I belong to or my importance. J would never have some random fangirl around – it would be too annoying. So, for me to be at his side with his name all over me, well let's just say we won't have another service charge incident.
I woke up in the middle of the night to feel my love shifting my hips and quickly sliding himself inside me. I yelped from the surprise of his sudden entrance, but quickly lost myself to blissful gasps as he rode me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed down, arching himself backward as he attacked my pussy furiously. Then he curled his fingers viciously, digging them into my shoulders painfully. I gushed my orgasm and he didn't slow. Instead he increased his speed, pounding my cunt with his cock. He felt extra big and it was absolutely glorious. I love the pressure of him pushing my body into the bed, the weight of him on top of me. He filled me in the way that only he could. It wasn't just about size, it was position, it was knowledge of my body and how his worked with mine. He knew exactly how to fit me perfectly.
After my third or fourth orgasm he tapped my thigh twice and I rolled over. In doggy style he reached even deeper, repeatedly slamming against my cervix and driving my cries to the loudest they've been, save the night I became reborn in Ace Chemicals. He bent over me, roughly grabbing my tits and squeezing, massaging. Firmly he tugged on my nipples, rolling them in his fingers severely, then back to roughly massaging my tits. He was like a man possessed, using my body in all the ways he wanted. His fingers moved to grip my hips so tightly I won't be surprised if I have bruises in the morning. Then he went for the big guns. He disappeared for a minute and came back with lube and wearing a dual penetrator cock ring. It was intimidating looking, but I was also extremely eager.
He liberally used lube and positioned his cock at my asshole. The dildo in the cock ring he just barely slipped inside my pussy. He wasn't trying to push slow, but he was meeting some resistance. I tried to breathe deeply and force myself to relax but when he pushed in it hurt. A lot. Not just the fact that there had been zero preparation (our previous experience with anal is a total fluke, as I've read) but I had his girth in my ass and large dildo in my cunt. Being so stretched out in both places at once was such an amazing feeling. I've never been so filled. And then he started to move. I think I came before he'd fully entered me a second time. I don't know if it was necessary or if he was giving me time to adjust, but he started out slow. With each thrust he gradually grew faster until he was pounding me again. I came in one long continuous stream, my body unable to keep up with the unending bliss. He fisted one hand in my hair and yanked painfully. I cried out in ecstasy as my head rocked backwards, loving the feeling. With his other hand he shoved me down into the bed again, eventually using the hand still knotted in my hair to do the same. Moving my upper half downward gave a different feeling in both my pussy and my ass and damn if it didn't feel just amazing. My King is a sex god and I am blessed with the power of his touch.
His fingers dug into my hips even harder than they had before and I heard him roar as his cock pulsed deep in my ass. I love the feeling of my daddy cumming inside me.