Ooh, I wonder what's gonna happen! One more chapter to follow.

Harley climbed the stairs to their bedroom to find, to her surprise, The Joker already resting in bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and reading a magazine. He was on top of the comforter wearing a pair of black and green plaid boxers she had gotten him one Christmas, and his shirtless torso was heaving as he concentrated on the periodical he held in his hands.

She blinked at the amusing sight as she stepped through as quietly as possible, but the click of the door shutting behind her made him raise his head to her. She grinned at him as she walked to her vanity where she set her bag on the seat. "Hey, Puddin'," she said softly as she pulled the tie from her ponytail and proceeded to brush it out.

"Hi..." he said in a tired voice. "Where you been?"

"I went to Ivy's for tea," Harley sighed as she took off her shorts and top. She spied that he was watching her undress and he smirked when they locked eyes. "What's wrong, baby?"

He sniffed as he shook his head and put his eyes to the magazine. The Joker wouldn't tell her but he was staring hard at the work he had left on her pert bottom, which had left the skin a bright pink with deep red stripes strewn in wicked patterns.

"How is the Plant? She still hate me?" he mumbled.

"With every fiber of her being..." Harley said from the bathroom as she washed off her makeup.

She patted her face dry and sighed again as she turned and bumped into The Joker who had sneaked up behind her. "Oh!" she squeaked. "Sorry, honey. I didn't know you were-"

He suddenly grabbed her arms and pulled her closer, planting his lips on hers and melted into him. His hand caressed her lower back and soon moved to her bra where he easily unhooked it with a swift movement.

She softly gasped as he slowly pulled her straps off her shoulders and pulled away from their kiss. He tossed her bra to the floor and handed her a red spaghetti strap tank top she always wore to bed. "Well..." she said. "That's very nice of you..."

The Joker smiled as he watched her pull on her top and heard her soft giggle. "What's funny?" he asked.

Harley pointed to the magazine he was still holding and said, "That's my latest copy of Cosmo."

He shrugged. "And?"

"Why do you have my Cosmo?" she asked, her grin growing bigger.

"Because it's hilarious," he replied. He pursed his lips as he flipped through a few pages and read, "'101 Ways to Please Your Man?' Come on, now. That's ridiculous...there's only three things you need to do to keep a man happy..."

Harley smiled. "And those are?"

"Suck him, fuck him, then leave him alone..." he said, annoyed. "Speaking of which, if you want to keeping breathing pure air, I suggest you get outta here, quick."

Harley chuckled. "Puddin'! Ew, that's sick!"

The Joker pushed her out of the bathroom, saying, "Nature calls, sweetness..." He shut the door behind her and Harley instantly stopped laughing and rushed to her bag where she retrieved the two pairs of handcuffs Ivy had given her.

She trotted to the bed and hastily snapped them to the bedposts, pushing them against the mattress to conceal them. Harley returned to her bag and carefully brought out a tiny perfume bottle with which she lightly sprayed her neck.

Minutes later, she heard the toilet flush and as The Joker washed his hands in the bathroom sink, she hurriedly jumped onto the bed and sprawled across their deep purple comforter, seductively resting her hand on her thigh.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he took one look at her and threw the magazine aside, approaching her slowly and letting his eyes drift up and down her body. "Well, well..." he muttered. "What's all this?"

Harley giggled as she jumped up and placed her arms around his thin waist. "Nothin'," she whispered. "I just...want another kiss...that's all."

"You're hopeless..." he purred as he leaned toward her lips again.

He suddenly inhaled deeply and raised his head to look at her. "What is that?" he asked.

She cocked her head, feigning confusion. "What is...what, baby?"

"That...smell..." He planted his nose in her neck and she giggled again as he squeezed her tighter, biting her skin.

"Come here, Puddin'," she said, slyly. "Let's get more comfy...then you can smell...every...inch of me..."

"Mmm," she heard him moan in delight as he let her lead him to the bed, making him sit on the edge as she straddled him.

He couldn't point out the fragrance on her skin, but The Joker couldn't keep his nose out of her neck nor could he resist letting his hands roam her body as he wildly nipped at her.

Harley was shaking under his lips, but she made herself withstand his efforts and gently guided him onto his back as she reciprocated his kisses with some of her own, trailing them along his shoulders and chest.

His heavy breathing slightly startled her, and Harley was beginning to worry that she had applied a little too much of the pheromone Ivy had given her, but she was also enjoying at how he was reacting to her touch.

She poised her lips over his as he took deep breaths, inhaling the mysterious fragrance with pure eagerness as she made him put his arms over his head by running her nails along them.

Harley felt the goose bumps raising upon his skin and, seeing that his eyes were closed as he breathed in her ecstasy, she reached toward the first pair of handcuffs that was near his left wrist. She bit her lip in concentration, knowing she would have to act quickly once he felt the cuffs enclose on him.

She paused in her movements, then speedily latched his wrist to the post, and as he started to come out of his zealous trance, his right wrist had been successfully secured as well, and Harley drew back and leapt off the bed just in time for him to pull against them, growling with rage.

"What the fuck are you doing!" he shouted as he glared at her as she stood at the foot of the bed.

Harley looked at him, her lips spreading into a giddy smile. "I just...wanna play some more, Daddy..."

He frowned at her. "You wanna what?" He glanced behind him and continued to pull at the cuffs, but stopped when he heard Harley's giggling. "You better hope I don't get out of these, little girl."

"Oh, I'll let you go, Puddin'..." she said, walking to the side of the bed, letting her fingers trace his ribs and making him jump as it tickled his flesh. "But not until I have a little bit of fun..."

"You conniving little bitch! Get me out of this!" he bellowed.

"In due time, Lover..." Harley said she went to the window where his coat hanged. "In due time..."

The Joker watched her as she rummaged in his pockets. "Get your hands outta there..." he whispered.

"Why?" she said contentedly using a provoking tone. "Afraid of what I'm gonna find?"

He turned his angry glare away from her and sighed, frustrated at not just being bound but also that he couldn't act upon his rage. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as his ears burned, but he opened them when he felt Harley straddle him once more, this time with his knife in her hand.

"You don't know how to use that..." he dared her in a threatening snarl.

Harley gave him a frustrated look as she clicked open the knife and brought the blade to his chest. "Wanna bet?"

The Joker licked his lips as he watched her move the edge down his chest and along his stomach, and he flinched when she stopped above the waistband of his boxers.

She gave him a mischievous grin, to which he rejoined in a deep voice, "Don't you dare..."

She raised her eyes to meet his and whispered, "Where's you sense of sport, Puddin'?" With that, she pressed the blade into his hip, making a small cut that made him wince.

"You little cunt!" he snarled.

A sharp sting landed across his face and he turned to her with wide eyes as she cradled the hand that had just struck him.

Harley's heart pounded in her chest as they stared at each other, and she was surprised at herself that she for once had acted on impulse. However, she grinned as she leaned in and slapped him again, harder this time and making him grunt.

He sighed and turned to her again, saying, "Keep at it, bitch..."

"Okay," she chuckled, smacking him harder on his left cheek. She laughed as he moaned in pain and frustration, and for good measure, she gave him another small slice on the other side of his hip.

"Stop that!" The Joker yelled at her.

"Shut up..." Harley said, amusedly.

"Excuse me?" he said, raising an eyebrow, but a sudden cut on his left pectoral made him jump. "You fucking harlot! You better hope I don't get out of these cuz I'll make you bleed from places you never thought existed!"

Harley threw back her head in wild laughter, enjoying this rare sensation of power.

She was starting to see why he enjoyed controlling her in these situations and she soon found herself rocking on his groin in lustful abandon as he glared at her.

"Baby..." she cooed. "You're tied up...you don't get to run the show..."

After a moment, The Joker started to chuckle as he shook his head. "Oh, I get it," he said. "Payback, huh? You're forgetting that you were the one that wanted to do something different."

"And we're doing it, Puddin'," she exclaimed. "Ain't it fun?" She grinded her hips onto him and he closed his eyes as he tilted his head back and sighed.

She could feel himself grow hard underneath her and she slip off his hips and caressed his growing erection through his boxers.

"Hmm," she said. "I think you're liking this..."

"Hard not to when you're playing with it..." The Joker mumbled, raising his eyes to her again with a wicked smile.

"How about when I do this?" She slapped the shaft of his cock, making him throw his head back with a loud painful moan.

"God dammit!" he hissed. "What the fuck?"

She slapped it again and then gave him a small cut on the inside of his thigh. His frustrated groaning was echoing in her ears and her heart beat faster in her chest as she straddled him again, this time leaning forward and putting her face near his.

"Maybe I should get your belt? Hm?" she teased.

He licked the corners of his mouth as he gave her a dark look.

Something suddenly clicked inside her. Seeing him helpless in this state gave her a modicum of satisfaction, but it also reminded her of how he used her fantasy to his advantage by allowing him to gain even more control over her.

Did he inadvertently manipulate her to have that sudden urge to be even more submissive than she already was?

And was the situation that had occurred the night before a fantasy come true for her...or was it for him?

Besides the sexual pleasure they both acquired from it, Harley realized that she wasn't enjoying what she was doing to him after all, and she suddenly enveloped his throat with her hands and started to squeeze.