AN:

Sorry for the wait. Really, really sorry. Playing around with a few ideas... You'll see what I mean next chapter.


"And what do I do?"

Whatever he wants you to do, dummy.

"No I mean, what do I do?"

Hell should I know.

"Well, you're no help at all!"

What do you expect, Harley? You're talking to your fucking self.

"Oh yeah," I sighed, "I just assumed you might know."

Well you'd assume wrong, wouldn't you?

"Why are you so goddamn mean to me?"

The real question is why are you so easy to get flustered? That's not a very desirable trait. I mean,b HE might enjoy riling you up..

I giggled at that. I had a point there.

"What's so funny sugar?"

I jumped at the grating tone of his voice, which had successfully snuck up directly behind me from my precarious position on the bed.

I turned around, facing him properly as he continued to lean over, his pupils darting back and forth like they were launched from a pinball machine.

I was taken aback, not quite comfortable in his presence yet.

"Aw, stop giving me the silent treatment already. Tell me, is uh," he reached up and tapped my forehead while his head cocked to the side, "is she bothering you?" he finished the movement with his head, cracking his neck with a twisted grin across his face.

Answer him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it and nodded my head instead.

He laughed, and I gazed down at my hands in my lap.

"You fell asleep so quickly, I didn't get a chance to talk to you," he muttered before climbing over me and pushing me onto my back. Coming down, his weight smothered me as his elbows fell to either side of my head, enclosing his face with mine.

I felt my cheeks pull in the form of a smile, why…I have no idea.

His grill suddenly flashed at me, how did it catch light in the dark?

The room I had woken up in was extremely dark, there were no windows, just one lamp off in the corner and every so often it would flicker, threatening to blow out at any given moment.

His smile is captivating though, isn't it?

He wants you, Harls.

"You wanted to talk to me?" I asked rather breathlessly and sounding a bit like a high school student.

The heat in my cheeks was trickling down and starting to make me feel sweaty all over. I felt like even though his body wasn't allowing mine to move, I was trembling so badly, he had to of noticed.

"Of course I wanna talk to you," his smile fading as he leaned in closer.

All this close contact and no touching makes Harley a dull girl.

"What do you wanna say to me?" I practically hissed out.

My heart was practically thumping out of my throat.

I wanted him so badly, I couldn't think of anything else but the proximity between his lips and mine.

He growled low as he mused his response,

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, what do you want me to say?" his breath was soft and warm.

I closed my eyes and breathed in his question, my mind racing like I was about to blow out my birthday candles and I couldn't think of what to wish for.

"Tell me," I swallowed, opening my eyes to look at him, "tell me what you want from me," my voice weak and barely pressing.

"Many things. Many, many things, Harley," his face became serious and his forehead pressed into mine.

Then his lips moved down, caressing my neck and spreading the heat further down my body.

"The first thing I want, you're going to give to me. Freely," he spoke into my neck, my hips suddenly pressing themselves into his.

Anything.

"A-"

Don't say that, Harley!

"W-what?" I asked, quite dumbly.

I was wrapped into too many conversations. It was getting confusing.

His chuckle on my skin tickled me, and his hips pressed mine back down, making sure I knew who was in control.

"That pretty pink mouth of yours, it belongs to me now," his teeth nipped at my throat and I gasped.

And then he did it.

His mouth smashed against mine, and I moaned, the ferocity of his kiss drowning me further into my painful desire.

Our bodies fought against each other for control, but he was unrelenting in his dominance and demanded my submission, biting my lower lip so hard that I tasted blood.

I didn't mind the pain, actually enjoyed it, my lips were humming happily until he removed himself from me.

"Oh Harley," he grinned. His fingers found the bottom button on my shirt, and began working, albeit quite slowly.

When his fingers undid the last button, I held my breath. His hands were so close to my chest, I couldn't breathe until he touched me again.

"Do you want something from me?" he beamed down at me, enjoying how flustered he was making me.

See?

Not right now, I'm trying not to breathe.

Why?

I don't think I can.

"Harley?" he said more of as a statement than anything else.

You gotta breathe to answer him…and you don't wanna keep him waitingggggggg….

I sighed, taking in a large amount of air before finding the words floating around in my head, grabbing them in the correct order.

"I don't know," my voice was small, but I still surprised myself that I had spoke.

"Hmm," he was sitting up, straddling my hips and cracking his neck once he was fully upright.

"I know what you want, question is, are you willing?" his voice sent chills all over my body.

Yes.

Tell HIM yes.

"Yes," I smiled, utterly enchanted by the man I gazed up at.

He returned my smile, placing his hands on the top of my chest.

I writhed beneath him, desperate to move his hands directly over my bra.

He opened his mouth, his tongue rolling around his mouth as he considered my silent plea. Finally he acquiesced, dragging his cold hands down the few inches needed for my back to arch and a delighted moan to leave my mouth.

"Tell me, just how willing are you?" he asked just as his fingers slipped under the cups of my bra, pinching my nipples lightly with his knuckles.

My breathing hitched in my throat as I pushed my hips into his, relishing in his gentle domination over me. I was still so sore from what he had done to me, every bit of me was wracked with pain, but his touch electrified me into a delirious state of consciousness. I was too turned on to notice, to even care how badly my body ached. As long as he was touching me, any pain was irrelevant. I just hoped he'd get to it, quickly.

You wish.

I don't care if I have to beg.

I'm sure he'd enjoy that.

I need him.

He needs you, Harls.

He pinched harder, getting me out of my head and back to answering him a little more quickly.

"I-I-" I sucked in air harder this time, as he pulled my buds, as well as a slightly pained groan from my throat.

"Mhmm…" his impatience souring the note in his tone.

"I'm v-very willing," I stammered out.

I was on fire, my body was aching in a completely different way.

"Good girl," he cooed, finally releasing some of the pressure he had on me.

I relaxed back into the bed under me, exhaling a contented sigh when his knuckles rolled my nipples more tenderly.

I rolled my hips into his again, making sure he knew I was serious.

Oh, he knows.

"Stop that," he sneered, pinching me quite roughly again.

I let out a small hiss of pain, and furrowed my brows in frustration.

"You need to stop distracting me, sugar," he threatened, his blackened orbs freezing my very soul.

"Or I can make good on that earlier threat and spank you," the half smirk appeared on his face as his hands removed themselves from my breasts, grasping my neck.

I grinned as his hands tightened around me, cutting off my air slowly.

The state that I was in was the sole reason I pressed my hips into him once more, daring him to turn me over and spank me.

His eyes narrowed at the movement, but nevertheless, sparkled at the opportunity.

Soon his fingers were no longer wrapped around my throat, but buried in my hair, yanking me up as he maneuvered himself off the bed entirely. I followed as he forced me against his body, making me very aware of the disparage in our heights.

"I knew you liked to be punished, that's why daddy spent so much time playing with you," he tugged at my hair, leaving me no option but to look directly up at him. He was very serious in that moment, an eyebrow cocked high on his forehead as he looked at me inquisitively.

"But when daddy says play time is over, he means it, sugar," one hand drifted to the back of my neck, pushing my face closer to his, "I'm a busy man, but I am also a man of my word. The faster you learn this, the faster you can have your cake and eat it too," he winked at me, his face still slightly stoic.

"Now, let's get going before I change my mind," he stated matter of factly before releasing me so suddenly I fell, thankfully, back onto the bed.

"Where-" I questioned, doing my best to stand up as quickly as possible and follow him out of the room.

"Doesn't matter, cupcake. You go where I go. Got it?" snapping the last part out over his shoulder. I was clearly exhausting this man's patience, and being a little tease didn't exactly help either.

Hey, he started it.

Yeah, but no one finished it.

Ba-dum tish.

I giggled as my fingers clumsily found my buttons, not so much as even getting a look from the man walking ahead of me.

He probably thought that was your way of responding, Harley.

Oh.

You're so clingy.

Am not.

Are too.

Am not.

Are too.

I let out a large grunt of frustration, earning me a quick glance before he increased his pace. I had trouble keeping up as it were, but shit, I had trouble walking at all.

"Um, J?" I creaked out.

I was almost sure that he had not heard me, but then he turned around and fixed me with a scowl that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes?" his voice poured out a syrupy sweetness that was so thick with its malcontent that it was stifling.

"It's hard for me to keep up.." I trailed off, looking at my bare feet since I couldn't look at him at any longer. I was clearly on the last leg of his patience, his eyes were burning a hole right through me.

I heard an exasperated sigh, followed by heavy footsteps that were exaggerated and as a result, painfully slow. Still, I kept my head down, and it was only until his scuffed shoes appeared in my line of sight that I managed a small glance up at him.

"You helpless thing," he mocked, his face serious while his hands slapped his sides.

I grew hot from embarrassment, thinking back to only a few moments ago, when he was kissing and touching me. I didn't feel stupid then.

"C'mon sugar. Don't go all cold on me now," he said menacingly.

His hands shot out and latched onto my hips, bringing me forward and into the air all at once. He placed me over his shoulder with frightening familiarity, his hands gripping my ankles with a firmness that was surprisingly tender.

"I'm not cold," I mumbled, half heartedly wanting him to hear me.

"I know, I know. But if you think that you'll have trouble walking now-" he interrupted himself with a series of yelps that were increasingly high pitched.

I felt my insides go ablaze all over again. I hope that particular threat he'd live up to sooner rather than later.

Soon he was descending down a flight of stairs, jostling me as I gripped onto his jacket for some form of stability. Once we were outside, I lifted my head in an attempt to get a good view of my surroundings. It was then that I realized I had no conception of how much time had passed, and the fact that the sun was setting meant yet another day had passed without me being really aware of it.

He lumbered me into the passenger's side of an extremely low car, taking the time to even buckle me in. I smiled almost painfully as his gold chains dangled close to my face.

"What? You thinking about it?" his grill shining devilishly at me.

"About what?" I asked rather reluctantly.

Really, Harls?

What?

You're such a blonde.

"How exactlyyyyy," he paused leaning his arms above him on the roof of the car as he grinned down at me, "you're going to have trouble walking," he straightened up and shut the door.

Oh.

I blushed, eyeing him carefully as he rounded the front of the car.

When he slid into the driver's seat I tilted my head, looking at him directly.

"You missed a few buttons, makes it kinda look like you gotta strait-jacket on," he smirked, turning my head dramatically in my direction.

"Looks like the tables have turned, haven't they?" he giggled, putting the key in the ignition and letting the engine roar.

Here we go.

Wait, where?

I don't know.