Chapter V: The pleasure of pain
The streets cleared in the dark of night, as well as the lack of walkers showed that the city of Louisiana slept in a deep sleep. It was around four o'clock local hour and only a few people were awake at that time.
One an another vehicle passed the long streets by the window of Jhonny, who drove the black van, followed by the second one behind, with Joker's men armed to the teeth. Jhonny was driving at a moderate speed, he did not want to be stopped by another police patrol, and another idiotic officer was killed by the temper of his boss, who had frankly been greatly disturbed in the last hours. No wonder, after what had happened and how much it cost to take Harley out of prison, to realize what those guards had done to her...had certainly ruined his long-awaited reunion.
Johnny didn't care about the officers lives, that are for sure, but he was certainly tired and did not want to complicate matters further. Besides, he could bet the authorities were looking for Harley and his boss. Things would get much more complicated if that happened, but of course, they were always ready and ready for whatever they were. Was a fundamental part of his particular proffesion...
Jhonny glanced sideways at Joker who was sitting beside him as a copilot. His boss did not seem to mind the speed of the pickup truck, and that was surprising, since he was a regular at speed, accustomed to running fast by the presumptuous lamborghini, caugthing everyone's attention with their bright neon and pink neon lights, just like the hair of his girl. Jhonny had the feeling that J seemed in no hurry to get to the hotel.
Joker's gaze was lost, aimless, but at the same time with powerful eyes awake in the deep black that enveloped them. Johnny wondered how his boss could stay awake, but this had doubled when she was not at his side and after all the hustle and bustle these three had, including nearly die in Midway City, all Johnny wanted was to sleep, but Joker...well he always seemed to have several things in his head and without a doubt, his body tolerated well the lack of sleep produced by his skilful criminal mind, which made him always unveiled by planning one or another plan, perhaps that was why he is the boss...
Jhonny did not feel uncomfortable in the silence inside the van where they were alone. He was accustomed to the prolonged silence his boss sometimes held, but this time he knew that silence had a bad motive, Harley. Jhonny wanted to ask how she was, after what happened or what she had told him exactly. He had a great affection for that naughty and troublesome girl. But he had refrained from saying anything all the way to not disturb J, for he was somewhat afraid of his reaction, not because he was going to kill him, but rather because he knew that he was really complicated, disturbed. He knew perfectly well that it was an extremely delicate subject and perhaps he should not be involved anymore already knew, also justified the actions that his boss took with those guards, probably he would also have eliminated them if they had touched his girl, but of course, he would have killed them in a torturous way perhaps.
The GPS on one side of the steering wheel interrupted the silence with a small "beep" announcing that they were only three blocks from finally arriving at the hotel. Johnny with a hand on the steering wheel touched the device of his cell to turn off the alert. Then both hands returned to the handlebars, but were startled to hear a loud blow on the roof of the truck. He turned quickly, his boss's fist hitting the ceiling abruptly. He was not expecting that, and then he turned his gaze to his face, he looked at him in a disturbed way with a frown and red mouth half open. Then under his head hiding his eyes in the shadows as Johnny parked the van outside the luxurious hotel and heard him ask.
"What should I do, Frost?"
This was greatly surprised, it was the only time in many years that his boss asked him what to do. I did not know exactly what to say, he was really shocked. Then he saw him lift his deep gaze and stare into her eyes with notorious bitterness and frustration. He reacted.
"I don't know, boss...its complex," he said calmly, trying to hide her astonishment "How is she?"
"She is sad." His reply was dry and cold, tightening his angled jaw. He relaxed his expression and raised his right hand by twisting his wrist "She never feared me..." he stopped his wrist, looked at her open palm and closed it with his fingers clasped in a fist"she changed, she has become...fragile, now seems to be scared of me"
"J, everyone fears you, but she doesn't, no woman loves the man to whom she is truly afraid, are Aristotle's words" Johnny told him trying to help his boss.
"That's fascinating," he said, letting the air escape with his words, raising and lowering his nonexistent eyebrows. J knew what Johnny meant. His harlequin had never shown fear, either when she handed the machine gun or electro-shock therapy on Arkham, even when she was thrown into the acid. She always surrendered to him with open arms, she did not fear him, and she only loved him. Then he remembered her eyes full of fear and anguish in the bathroom "I saw it, Jhonny... I saw it in her eyes frightened by my reaction, waiting for the worst of me..."
"J, everyone fears you, but she doesn't, no woman loves the man to whom she is truly afraid, are Aristotle's words" Johnny told him trying to help his boss.
"That's fascinating," he said, letting the air escape with his words, raising and lowering his nonexistent eyebrows. J knew what Johnny meant. His harlequin had never shown fear, either when she handed the machine gun or electro-shock therapy on Arkham, even when she was thrown into the acid. She always surrendered to him with open arms, she did not fear him, and she only loved him. Then he remembered her eyes full of fear and anguish in the bathroom "I saw it, Jhonny... I saw it in her eyes frightened by my reaction, waiting for the worst of me..."
Johnny pulled a cigar from the pocket of his black sack, lit it, and start to smoking it.
"She's confused, but she'll change...those guys hurt her, but she's a strong girl and you know it"
"Oh...she is," he replied and looked up at the van's roof. "Tell me...do you think she can come back to herself?" Will he? "He said in a slightly ironic tone, but Jhonny felt the concern in his words.
"She'll come back, but you'll have to be patient, she's very unpredictable and you're very impulsive." The key is patience, you'll have to have a lot of control and expect your reaction, "Jhonny decided.
"That's right, you make it difficult for me ... Frost, but that's why you're still here.
"Boss, I do not have to remind you that I'm grateful to work for you." Johnny smiled and continued. "It may be difficult, but it's best for her ... you want her happiness, right?"
"You make me blush! HA HA HA HA" Joker laughed covering his mouth with the smile tatoo in his hand and Johnny accompanied him in his laughter. They knew the answer to that question.
Joker entered into the gleaming elevator and looked at himself in the mirrors that surrounded the square. His gray sack was open, and even with the chains on he could see that there were traces of blood on some parts of his naked torso, a few drops also stained his pale face and to speak of broken and bloody knuckles in his hand, with which had given the great majority of blows that night. He was a mess, but he smiled.
"Oh...I look terrible...I need a bath!" he laughed with a big demential smile, looking in the mirror at the metal in his teeth as he narrowed his eyes, feeling incredibly satisfied and pleased. It was unusual to see him that way in disarray without having confronted the bat, he could not remember the last time he had broken his knuckles into sharp punches. Everything had been so exuberant, pleasant, amid the fury and the unreasonable, had finally removed all his anger. It was well worth it to be in the state he was in, Harley was the best thing he had in his life and he would never let anyone who did not respect his queen come out unscathed, he would only be able to sign a death sentence.
He stopped laughing as the elevator door opened and I looked at the door at the end of the hallway.
Harley was lying on the bed with her hair loose and a little disheveled; she looked at the time on the screen of her cell phone, 3:45 a.m. She had a long sleepy yawn, she had got used to sleeping early in prison, but she would not have the luxury of not seeing her Puddin, she wanted to wait for him awake and she knew that if she stayed in bed, she would inevitably fall asleep. That would not happen, so she jumped and stood up stretching one arm and with the other covered her mouth giving a last yawn.
She removed the red suitcase from the bed and dragged it into one of the black leather armchairs. Then returned to the night table and took her small bag of makeup, perhaps with the many yawns she had given her makeup had run and wanted to be perfect by the time her Puddin returned; she went to the bathroom with the little pink handbag in her hands.
She walked carefully through the broken glass on the bright floor, cautiously, trying not to step on any of them. He found a place full of glass and stood in front of the large mirror with his hands resting on the mahogany inn. Examined his face leaning toward him, had a little run the pink of his makeup in his right eye, then took a piece of cotton that always brought in his cosmetic bag, was something that every girl should have and looked through the long meson. Found a jar of cream that had not succumbed to J's wrath and smiled happily, swabbed the cotton in the pink cream on it, and wiped off his running make-up. He remarked a little more the red of his lips and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Something is missing..." with her fingers comb a little her hair, adjusting well the two colors at the tips of these. And she smiled charismatically, winking at the mirror "Yes! You got it!"
Then she looked at the wine-colored shirt she was wearing, she tilted her face and put the tip of her thin nose on the collar of the shirt, breathed deeply the scent of her Puddin, it was so mysterious ... god! She was beginning to get impatient; she wanted to get him there as soon as possible. She wanted to make up for it, she wanted to make him up for lost time with his wild kisses, to erase every trace of outrage that these men had left on her skin and wanted her to take her over and over again, making it clear that she was from his property. She did not want to feel guilty anymore or pain for failed him. Suffering was not part of her, she was part of Mr J, she owed him everything, including her name, Harley Quinn...his harlequin and that could not compare with anything.
She would win the war with herself and would shine again like the diamond she was, the rough diamond that Mr J had been charged with polishing and shining like a glowing star.
Although any normal woman had moved away from that terrible criminal, she wouldn't do it, she was madly with love with him and she could see beyond the wickedness in his mad eyes. She couldn't escape from his deep gaze; she would dance all night for him, if he asked for it...
The future with him was uncertain because of the chaos in his life and perhaps there would never be a happy ending, but she would never leave him, she would be wrapped up in those feelings and she could not be more if not only her own, being her perfect partner of the crime and though completely trapped in it, she had found the freedom to love without measure or prejudice, an irrational love that was only founded in his arms.
"Puddin..."He had done so much for her, especially this last time, in which he had sought her incessantly until he brought her home and although he did not put it into words but she knew how important she was to him. Her happiness was with him.
"Huh?" Her gaze shifted to the cream jar and smiled mischievously, took it and quickly got up from the bed and began to apply it on his pale legs above the tattoos she had, she knew her long legs were gold. One of the favorite parts of her Puddin...
She bit her lip and unbuttoned one more button on her shirt, glancing at the cell phone on the night table. she could not stand the temptation, she wanted to see him cross the door now, although she was afraid, because she didn't know what attitude he would reach, perhaps he would get even more annoying...but love was still stronger as well as the firm desire of seduce him and reward all the lost nights at his side. Then the door opened and Harley's blue eyes lit up. She gasped a few seconds with her lips parted, before she could react. From the bed she saw his green hair that was disheveled and he didn't have his shirt on which he was gone. He looked back at Harley and she finally reacted, rushed a little out of bed, leaving the bottle of cream to one side and ran into his arms.
"Puddin!" She cried, grabbing his neck and giving her the biggest smile. "At last you came! I've wait a lot for you! "Joker grabbed her hands and pulled them away, turned to the side of her, removing the gray sack and put it on his back; he walked to the black armchairs throwing it there.
Harley looked at him worriedly and walked to his uncovered back as Joker removed the long gold chains from his neck and his rings. He left them on the glass table that rang at the contact of the heavy metal, then she hugged him tightly in the back and began to lay sonorous kisses on her, as his hands slid through their marked oblique under the big smile tattoo on Your lower abdomen
"I got you, Puddin, Ha!"
"Can you do something for me, Harls? ... Take your hands off," she said, turning her face to the right.
"What? Why? "She said confused. He took it gently and still without turning he took them back from his body and turned to face her.
Harley saw the blood that stained some parts of his torso between his many tattoos as well as his face. He opened his eyes and touched the blood on his forehead beside his tattoo...Damaged...
"That's blood"
"Yes...its blood...and I don't want you to touch it..."
Harley felt a heat in his cheeks, which was so attractive, he, the blood, his words. She knew it had been blood spilled by and for her. Her sweet revenge...in the hands of the man she loved. She wishes it more than ever.
"Did you have fun, Puddin?" He said, opening his lips in a maddened smile and gave a sexy bark-you did!
"Yes, that's right..." He arch the frame of his eyes "you are my baby... and no one else can touch you" he slid his index finger down her lips and then pointed her face "don't forget it"
"Yes..."Harley glared at him and joined his lips in a fleeting kiss-you do so much for me! I promise to remain to be a good girl, "she said, raising her arm in an oath "I will never fail you again, Puddin!"
"Oh...my baby should not feel guilty..."He caressed her cheek and stared into her eyes-a person who feels guilty, becomes his own executioner…" he emphasized the last word, approached To his ear and told him softly in that voice he used only for her-you're very good to feel that..."
Harley could not stand it any longer, his breath in her ear made her shudder leaving all the bad things behind, he had that power in her. She turned her face to meet his and kissed him desperately, as he usually did. Then he responded savoring all the taste of the sweet chocolate in her mouth and separated from her remembering that he still had that disgusting blood on his body, but there was another reason beyond that. Johnny's words were still in his mind...Patience and control.
He did not want to be near Harley, he knew that if he did he could not control the urge to possess her and he could not promise himself not to take it too violently. He was very aware of the marks that the other men had left in her body and they maddened him, taking the worst of him and could block completely, even go beyond just hurting her ... could even leave her breathless. He growled in anger with himself, he needed her.
"Puddin...Why do you separate from me? You know I've never cared about blood! Mmm you look sexy!" She laughed coquettishly.
"Not now, baby...this not the time to play," he told her and turned to the bathroom.
"It's because you feel dirty because of the blood, have you?" She asked and then stroked his back with her both hands while saying sensually "because if you want I can help you remove it...what do you think? ...Do you want it?"
Joker closed his eyes, purring with the soft contact of his hands on his back. Turned his neck and then passed both his hands through his green hair taking a few steps to remove his body from Harley
"No, honey, I'll make it quickly this time...Daddy's been working so hard to get his baby out of prison...be a good girl and go to sleep," he said at the bathroom door.
"You lie..."Harley said disappointedly crossing his arms-you're just walking away from me ... my Puddin loves me to scrub his back! ...-
Joker was silent and then laughed, bringing his tattooed smile to his mouth in his right hand
"Ha Ha Ha Ha" it was really funny for him, she was right. Harley then saw his broken knuckles and took his hand out of his mouth.
"Hey! What is this?!"She said a little annoyed"oh...I know it" she laughed again "come on! I will heal those wounds for you! I can be your sexy nurse...Do you remember that time I heal you when you fight with Batsy?" She said winking at him"you enjoyed it so much"
J smiled to himself, that night was really hot. Harley dressed as a nurse...was definitely in his memory, but he didn't notice it and changed his face by raising the frame of his eyes and made a gesture with his hand.
"No, I don't remember"
"Ohm...you hurt my heart..."she made a sweet pout and went quickly to the ear of the Joker-I'm going to remind you, Daddy..."
Joker spun it around and slung her against the bathroom door, holding her arms tightly.
"I told you no, Harls!" He looked at her severely, his face close to inches from her, containing the powerful desire to kiss her whole body by removing the shirt that seduces him so much "I'm...really in a bad mood"
And it was true, that situation was raging, it was starting to infuriate him. He never controlled his impulses; he always did what he wanted without any objection. He had the power to take the life of anyone by pulling the trigger of his weapon if he wanted to, so that whole situation was exasperating, trying to restrain himself and control his natural impulses.
Harley stopped laughing when he saw her bitter eyes.
"Okay...it's okay..." she said softly, hurt in her pride of woman by the severe rejection.
Joker dropped his arms and ran his hand through her hair again, looking away from her distressed eyes.
"Well...that's better...now go and listen to me"
"Mmm" Harley nodded, moving her face and under his gaze as she slid her body through the door and down J's arm to get out.
He saw her expression and felt that pang in his chest again. She went out, and he closed the door, slamming down on the ivory floor, looked at the glazed windows, and slammed the back of his head against the white wall, cursing the fucking guards who had ruined his night.
Harley sat on the bed holding her breath for a few minutes and let out all the air. It was normal that he did not want to put his hands on her, after all if she had failed him and surely her body was no longer attractive after being outraged by those men. Harley closed her eyes with a tear that threatened to leave, and she crumpled each side of the white sheets with her hands. No, no more tears, no more voices, no nothing, no more, it was a promise... She remembered the wise words of his Puddin "A person who feels guilty becomes his own executioner" she put a small smile on her lips; that was the answer. She didn't have to have more guilt, but it was very difficult...
I turned my eyes to the candleholder in search of the fine chocolate chocolates, I really needed one at the time, but they were not there.
"Great Harley!" "Where did she hide them from her?" She bring one hand to his thoughtful chin and blow up one of his blond strands of her hair "Da! Obvious!"
She stood up from the bed and walked to the bar in the corner of the room. She had hidden them behind the Whiskey bottle that reminded her that she should always keep fit for her Puddin, just as she had to do more cardio if she wanted to remain the clever criminal she was.
Finally she found them and quickly removed the golden paper carrying the delicious chocolate candy to her mouth. She closed her eyes and turned carelessly, banging her head on the top of the corner of the bar with beautiful crystal cups. It was a dark bar with a very elegant and beautiful "L" shape, with a long, gleaming dark wood matching the decor of the room and the dim light that illuminated the place. Harley looked up and saw her face in the reflection in one of the glasses that hung in front of her eyes. She couldn't deny it, and although it sounded vain, she was very mesmerizing. She was always haunted by the looks of the men eager for her, and Mr J never hesitated to shoot anyone who looked at her more closely. She laughed funny...when he did that he was so charming! Sh look a few more seconds his face and the reflection of the glass made him have a great idea, a big smile.
She would not give up, she could with everything, she was bulletproof, and it was Harley Quinn and could seduce the very same crime lord, King of Gotham and King of her heart if she wanted it. But if she wanted to do it she must hurry, her beloved Puddin would leave at any time in the bathroom. She hurried to the black armchair in front of the bar and sat in the opening the red bag next to her and when she had what she wanted in her hands, she smiled madly.
She took off her sexy black heels and put them on, feeling the adrenaline run through her veins, secured the little straps on his ankles and smiled wickedly. Immediately when she had them and walked a few steps with them she felt herself, beautiful, charming, seductive, but above all certain to achieve their goal. She knew that her Puddin went mad when she only wore her shirts and high heels together, with nothing else to cover her body. She had discovered it one day, when she was naked about to take off her heels, but he whistled from the ground floor of the mansion where they lived. Then she hurriedly took the first thing she saw, his shirt and down running up the stairs, even with her needle heels on. Mr J forgot why he called her and only made love all night...
"What memories" She thought with a sigh and put on her marquise diamond earrings, better adjusted her long hair and took off the brassier under her shirt. She was ready, just in time when she heard the door open a few feet away from her and quickly sat on the couch silently crossing her legs.
Joker came out of the bathroom barefoot and in loose blue flannel trousers, drying his torso with a towel as he walked to the sumptuous bed, but frowned when his girl had not obeyed his order. Where was Harley? Had she felt so bad about his refusal to go to another hotel room? Good notoriously annoying...It was an option. He decided to take a glass of whiskey to calm his spirits before going out for her. Walking a little further and his mouth parted between, he could not help lifting the frame of his eyes as he stared at what was in front of him.
He looked at his girl sitting in the armchair with her legs crossed, Harley got up and she approached him, mute. She glanced at him sideways sensuously walking to his side until she reached the dark wood of the bar. J stood still trying to hold her hands when she walked past him and was forced to turn his neck to be able to look at her from head to toe, starting at her feet wearing those provocative heels. Her heels enhanced her beautiful legs and lifted her perfect ass that hinted under his shirt that covered almost completely, seducing him in that position so provocative, so hot...Her hair cascaded down her back.
Harley was leaning over the counter with his elbow back and holding a glass of whiskey in his right hand, swinging it lightly. Then she turned to him, and J could see clearly through the cloth the curvature of her breasts and her nipples that stood out in the color of wine. So exasperated...so suffocated, without air...
"What...baby...What...What are you doing, baby?"He was surprised himself to articulate the words so badly. But he was too surprised to see her like that for him, it was captivating and he had spent so much time without her.
"Do you want it Mr J?" She said softly, pleased with his reaction. Turned completely to him, leaning provocatively backwards, turning her back on the large table"if you want ... you can take it ..."
Joker watched her pull the ends of his shirt apart, revealing the soft skin between her breasts. She take the glass, twisted her wrist subtly and slowly spilled every drop of alcohol on her chest, the drops slid quickly down her skin. He felt the fire inside him, he could feel his pulsations rise drastically and get hard under his flannel pants. He clenched his teeth and his angled jaw holding the air, in the futile attempt to calm his racing heart. He fell back on the black armchair; the cold of the leather refreshed the skin of his back that burned like his whole body burning with desire.
"What else do you want to do? Mmm? "He said raising his chin as if he really had the power in that situation "I am quite...tired now"
"Yes, I can see it...that's why you're still here with me..." She wink at him with a half smile "Will you see this, Puddin?" Harley stirred and sat on the long table. Then she lay down on top of it and raised one of her legs slightly, stroking it gently. Her pink and blue hair slid down the edge of the table "Do you want to see me like this?"
Joker got up from the chair and started to walk towards her.
"Or do you prefer this?" She said turning quickly and kneeling on four, in the inn resting the palms of his hands on him. Then under his chest and stretched his arms on the sliding surface curving his lower back in a feline way, to lift more his butt almost discovered-Is this okay?...J was in front of her and with both hands quickly took her hips, lifted Harley effortlessly and let her fall heavily into the inn setting her like a child in front of him.
"You caught me, Mr J, You came to play with me..."She continued in a seductive voice.
Joker purred and slid both hands at the same time down the path of his ribs, around his waist, until reaching his thighs and sonorously sticks with violence.
"So much talk is going to be that you hurt your baby..."He said holding them tight, burying his fingers and squeezing her skin. Another menacing purr rose from her mouth, bringing his face to her neck.
Harley giggled.
"And why don't you do it? Or do I have to seduce you a little more?" She put her hands over his and slid them up under her shirt. Joker pulled them away with the little self-control he was left and put his hand over her mouth, pressing her lips with his fingers. He stares at her.
"Everything has a limit…"
Harley stretched out his legs and wrapped them around her lower back pulling him toward her feeling all his erection above her underwear. J grunted and could not continue squeezing his lips to feel the provocative contact and she could pronounce.
"I can break that limit when I want" She look at him seriously and arched an eyebrow "Want to see how I do?" She tilts his face and do not hesitate to slide her tongue up and down his torso above the tattooed letters JOKER until she reaches the center of the union of his clavicles. Then she felt J's hand snap at her neck, causing her to lift her face again.
Joker's hand pressed a little harder on his neck with a clear target in mind. "No woman loves the man who she is really afraid" If he was going to fuck her, he had to make sure that his harlequin was back and not that stupid girl who had been abused. Only then could he make her his own without the fervor of brutally punishing her for being such an idiot.
Harley, not knowing his intention, closed his eyes with a slight smile. J shaking with an inhale and exhaling in his breath, he examine her face carefully as he continued to squeeze ever harder, but that look of fear toward him was gone completely, leaving himself as a memory. Again she only saw love and desire in the smile of his lips...
He finally stopped squeezing her neck and Harley could only cough a little before being caught by her red lips in a deep kiss, slow, pleasant, erotic and hot. His hands went to his strong biceps tightening firmly making him feel that he would always cling to what he felt for him. The kiss intensified more and more and she released one of his tattooed and strong biceps to put his hand in the great erection of his pants. He caressed her slowly, pressing his fingers slowly. The King of Goth belongs to her. She felt him bite her lip hard as he stroked her limb, and then parted from her looking into her eyes to tell her
"You ignited the fire inside me ... now there is no turning back"with both hands I pull sharply at each end of his shirt, ripping the buttons that fell scattered on the glossy floor.
"It's too late for you to get rid of me, Puddin ..."
Joker took her by the shoulders and his deep eyes stared for a few seconds at the beauty of her girl's breasts, before kissing and biting all the way from her neck to them as she tightened her small waist. He was drunk kissing her skin, not for the trace of liquor in her, but because she had missed that perfect body too much. Her white porcelain skin that himself had been responsible for discoloring, as did his hair in the depths of the acids. Harley would always be his perfect tailor-made harlequin; she could not get rid of him. He liked to be the absolute master of her life, making it clear to her.
"Would you live for me? Would you die for me?" Harley closed his eyes as his hand tightened on the biceps tattooed of the dead robin. Unconsciously he did it out of fear that J would leave his side, or simply those pleasurable sensations would not be real. Her fingers were tangled in his green hair, feeling as he moved to kiss, lick and bite her nipples alike. Harley had slight pangs of pain and pleasure; surely tomorrow she would have many nibbles on her skin. Joker's hands tightened around his waist and went straight to his shirt, removed it as he continued passionately kissing his chest. Harley shuddered as she felt his hands go eagerly down her back and then down to her buttocks to remove her black lace underwear sliding down her legs to reach her heels, finally falling on the floor.
Joker rose kissing all over her neck while he was getting rid of her pants. It reached Harley's mouth and bit her before it penetrated hard. She let her lips linger as she let out the air in a sensual moan of pleasure. Harley's hands clutched at his neck and back as she thrust himself deeper and deeper, her legs wrapped tightly around him. He heard her groans more and more pleasurable with the strong thrusts, not fast, but rather controlled, deep, all very sensory. The two had longed for that moment since the kiss they got in the helicopter, when he came to rescue her from Waller's control minutes before they separated again...He pressed her harder against his chest and Harley drowned his moans in his neck. Then she rose to whisper in his ear, touching the laughter tattoo on his chest.
"I miss too much to do this..."Joker stopped ramming and Harley's right leg came skilfully over his neck. His fully stretched leg and heel reached the ends of his green hair. Her hands went to his shoulders and followed-I'm proud to be your girl..."
He held her ankle firmly and kissed the soft skin of his calf purring gutturally. His girl could catch any man if she wanted to, even him ...Completely captivated...he thought and he answered
"It's...a gift for me, that you are so...flexible..."and he penetrated her again with all his madness untied over and over again in a fast come and out. Harley clung to his shoulder and with her cheek pressed to his face could feel the warm air that Joker let escape with each stroke. His agitated breathing went hand in hand with the noises that made the glasses moving in the bar...J made it strong and uncontrolled causing three bottles behind Harley's back to begin to fall on the floor, wasting all the valuable liquor, but that It was what mattered least to her, he had her subdued, his ears only listening to the impetuous panting breath of her Puddin.
Her hand clung firmly to the edge of the large table and the other on his shoulder. The sensation of pleasure was too great ... more thrusts and more groans escaped her lips. He finally let himself be carried to the top trapped in the heat that surrounded him. Three bottles of red wine fell through the heavy thrusts and Harley buried his nails in his shoulder as he reached her orgasm.
"Ah, Puddin..."
Joker felt as she shuddered in his arms with every stroke of pleasurable electricity, reached for his mouth and kissed it passionately giving him a final thrust and removed his hand from his ankle lowering Harley's leg by putting it on the back of his back.
"Let's go baby..."
She looked at him and smiled red.
"I'll go...with you ... to wherever you want..." She said with her quickened pulse wrapping him again with her legs.
J put his hand on her buttocks asserting her, the other on her back and lifted her, loading her way to bed. He let her fall into it and Harley sat on the edge. He gripped her chin with both hands and tilted her to look at her eyes that reflected dementia and passion. Harley licked his lips and he quickly brought his mouth to his cock in front of her. She felt it all in her mouth all at once, so hard and hot. Joker with his hands on her jaw moved Harley's face in frenzy and she followed the rhythm as hard as she could with her lips.
Satisfied, with both hands raised her face and kiss those lips that had given him so much pleasure. He pulled away from her and took her by her ribs, pulling her closer to the bottom of the bed and leaning over her, kissing her neck and collarbones.
"You let me play with you, Mr. J?" asked her seductively.
J responded from below while biting her breasts
"You know you can do whatever you want with me..."
Harley smiled and pulled away from him, laying him on the bed and lying on top of him. She kissed him passionately and then turned her back on his marked pelvis a little before reaching his dick, curved his lower back and with her hand inserted his dick in her entrance, letting fall with a moan of pleasure. Joker gave a grunt as he felt completely inside her.
"Mmm..."
He saw fervently the two colors of his hair fall on his back that did not cover his small waist and his buttocks rose and fell on his erect limb with insinuating gasps and groans. They were almost perfect except for the red palm marked on them. She clenched her fists; she had put herself in that dangerous position without knowing it? Or did she really want to make him angry? The rage began to seize him and he was about to react, but Harley's voice stopped him as he turned to take his tattooed hand and put it on the mark.
"Hurt me daddy...I want to be only yours" she told him as she rode back to him. J smiled wickedly, and what was left of her sanity vanished at the sound of such seductive words. His anger disappeared, understanding her dangerous proposal...he was going to appropriate her skin again. His hand slapped hard and sonorously over the existing mark and the other grabbed his left buttock by squeezing it tightly and moving it to the marked compass that made her hips.
He began to spank again and again without mercy. Harley's moans synchronized with the sound of his hand to the buttocks were exuberant, like the beauty of his graceful body moving over him and the entire reddened area of his glutes.
"Do you like what I'm doing for you, Harls?"
"Yes! Puddin...more...hurt me more..." Harley pleaded groaning expertly over J's limb, feeling his skin burn with the uncontrollable force he used to spank her. Then J sat down causing Harley to stop moving and took her by the back of his neck "you're adorable...and I'm dangerous ..."
With violence he held her hips to make her turn, placing her in four on the bed. Harley just managed to cling to the dark marquise of the bed and scream.
"Puddin!"
When he penetrated her through her back entrance without warning, and her hand ran all the way from his lower back to his shoulders, he stopped at these and pushed her down sharply down causing her to lean forward him.
"I'm really going to hurt you" he said before he began to possess her violently, feeling the pressure on his dick coming and going
"Oh God! Puddin! ... Do it!"
His hand went back to the bottom of his body, without ruthlessness, cruelly to the rhythm of his painful thrusts. His excitement reached the clouds, as Harley turned her sweaty face toward him. That face that disturbed him countless nights of insomnia in his absence, he finally could see it.
"Stronger...more...strong...Oh god!" Harley closed her eyes and he saw her painted nails clinging to the marquise's wood. He looked down as he kept pumping over and over as her hand continued to swoop violently. He don't stop until He see it completely red, a bright red that he had never seen before on her skin. He watched in amazement in his eyes, and with his open palm he caressed the art he had provoked.
Then he leaned into Harley's back with one arm stretched out on the bed and put his other hand with the tattooed smile on her open hand, which was resting on the bed-side of the bed, his fingers interlaced with hers as she Clinging to his body.
"Pink...blue...green...green...PUDDIN!" She shouted with a sharp moan of pleasure, no longer resisted and arched her back as her flexibility allowed her to reach her second orgasm by lifting more her buttocks as he shuddered beneath her. Joker felt the friction produced in his dick and struck her a few times more delighted by her sharp moan. He filled her with his abundant hot semen, feeling a strong climax, submerged and tranced in an indescribable pleasure cuddling her.
He stepped out of Harley and sank onto her feminine back, both panting and tired but finally together.
"Harley...Harley...Harley…"She kept her eyes closed and her breathing ragged, she heard him say her name desperately, almost inaudibly as he kissed and bit her right shoulder "I had...to find you...to tell you ... that I need you...in...my life"
"Can you...repeat...what...did you say?" She said cautiously, still breathing heavily and with a naive look. J more than angry she laughed to herself, she was exasperating but adored her girl for that.
"What?" He teased her.
"Ohm Puddin ... you heard me!"
"And you too" he said, and kissed her frantically for his recklessness. Harley took him by the shoulders and pulled him away.
"Please, Puddin..."
"You are very mischievous..."he said annoyingly moving his hand in front of his face deliberately and then took his chin looking fixedly in the eyes "without you I ran in circles and saw the worst face of the coin ... you belong to me and You can not miss me"he approached his ear "do you understand?"
"Yes..."
"Well..." she looked up and then quickly caught her lips. Harley kissed him, and they both lasted as long as they could.
"Don't leave me again, Puddin..." she said as she settled on her breastplate covered with tattooed laughter forgetting the ardor burning her right buttock.
"I will not, baby... I will not," she said as she stroked her hair.
I do not want to feel something so painful inside me, he thought as Harley clung to him "it's too late, now close your eyes"
"Ok...don't forget to wake me up, okay?"
"Shhh ...I will be here" He was sure she would be the one to wake him up, she had spent so many sleepless nights without her.
He did not know how long he had stroked Harley's hair until he felt her falling asleep, making sure he was safe and secure in his arms.
"I'm never going to let anyone but me touch you ..." he thought as he gently stroked the tattoo of Harley's heart with the back of his hand. Minutes later, he too was finally able to reconcile a reposeful dream.