13. Jokers Wild

Disclaimer: the lyrics at the beginning are Rihanna's lyrics to Disturbia. I think they fit this chapter as well as the previous chapter very well. They basically describe the Joker/Giada relationship. And another huge thanks to my reviewers!! You all rock!! PS…this is another one of those x-rated chapters—so beware and enjoy!

It's a thief in the night to come and grab you,

It can creep up inside you and consume you,

A disease of the mind, it can control you,

It's to close for comfort

Put on your break lights, we're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered, so if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia

"Disturbia?" I asked. I had thought about him living in a 'disturbia' but I hadn't thought that he too thought of such a place—such an altered state of mind and being.

"It crept up…and consumed me, Giada…now it will do the same for you—don't be nervous—you look nervous. I promise you'll enjoy it," he said as he opened the white tube of face paint.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, as my heart began to race inside my chest. He stood to his feet and helped me up to my feet. He then led me into the bedroom and closed the door behind us. He backed me up to his bed and when I could walk no further back, I fell back onto his bed. He crawled on top of me and licked my ear all the way down to my neck. He then kissed and licked and sucked on my neck all the way up to my lips. As he kissed me, I didn't even notice that he was slowly putting face paint onto his fingers.

"Take my hand and paint your face with it," he said finally. I grabbed onto his right hand and smeared the paint onto my face. He leaned back down and kissed my lips as he continued to rub the white face paint more evenly over my face.

"How does it look?" I asked him finally.

"We're not done yet. It's your turn—paint your face…like you used to," he gestured to an array of face paints he had lined up on a dresser. He got off me and I sat up. I then got off the bed and gazed into the mirror with my white face. I glanced back at him. He was kneeling still on the bed, watching me.

"Do you want to watch? Or have it be a surprise?" I asked.

"Surprise me," he said as he got off the bed and left the room. I gazed down at his face paints. Where to start? How did I used to paint my face? The white face as a base…but how did I paint my eyes? I took the black and lined my eyelids and then extended the lines outward to my temples. I then joined the line downwards to a shorter black line from my bottom lids. Then, using his red for my lips, I under exaggerated my lips by painting them narrowly, like a Geisha. That looked about right to the way I used to paint my face. Oh…and one more thing—the purple and green dots that dotted just above my eyebrows and up along my cheekbone. Almost forgot those.

Looking at myself in the mirror gave me a slight surge of excitement. Giada was underneath that face paint. Jade had resurfaced for the first time in years, but this time, she was no longer a cocaine addict. She was a smart, clean and intelligent young woman. I guess I had always been afraid of Jade, what she might do if she ever re-surfaced. I then got an idea. I searched through the Joker's clothing drawers for more exiting things to wear. I found a couple of green, purple and yellow ties. I tied one of them around my neck and found a purple button down shirt. I buttoned two buttons and then tied up the rest so to show my belly. I took off my pants and put on a pair of his crazy argyle socks. They went all the way up to my knees—perfect! I then put on a pair of his pants and looped a tie through the belt holes and tied them up. He would either love this idea or hate it. I decided it was worth it enough to take the chance. I looked like a deranged clown stripper. I opened the door but stayed out of view.

"Ohhhhh Jooooker!! I'm ready for you," I announced to him from a sitting position on the bed. He walked into the room and nearly died from laughter. "Welcome to disturbia, care to join me?" I asked as I patted the spot next to me on the bed.

"Disturbia huh? I could have sworn this was the Jokers Wild!" he giggled as he jumped onto the bed. I pushed him up so he was sitting against the headboard and I crawled on top of him so that I was straddling him—a rather familiar position for us.

"Oh Giada, this is too much fun!" he exclaimed as I licked his neck all the way up to his ear.

"Do you have a radio…of the sorts?" I asked.

"Over there," he pointed to a table in the corner. I quickly hopped off him and turned the radio on and tuned in to a good radio station.

"Now, for the Jokers Wild," I said as I grabbed him and sat him down in a wooden chair that was next to the bed. I loosened up my tie around my neck as I started to dance for him. Jade was back and ready for some action. The best part about doing a strip tease for the Joker was making sure he kept his hands off. As each piece of clothing came off of me, I could see his eyes follow the article of clothing until it hit the flood, then his eyes went right back to me. The key was to drive him crazy to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. When I took off the pants, he was elated to see that I was wearing his socks as knee socks. It was at that point when he got up from the chair and pushed me backwards onto the bed and crawled on top of me.

"I take it you liked that," I stated as he kissed my neck feverishly. My hands soon gravitated to his head as I grabbed onto his hair. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the wrists rather forcefully and pinned them to the bed above my head.

"Oh hell no," I breathed as I forced myself from his grasp and pushed him off me so I could have my way with him.

"What is this?" he asked with a sly grin as I sat on top of him, loosening the tie around my neck and then removing it entirely. I reached down to the floor and grabbed the tie that had been around the pants I worn for the strip tease.

"Don't worry—this will only take a minute," I replied with a seductive grin. I grabbed his right wrist and wrapped the tie around it and then tied it to the headboard. I glanced up at his wrist and then back at me, "What the matter, Joker? You look…nervous," I said as I licked the ear on his other side as I tied his left wrist to the bed with the second tie.

Once he was tied up, I took it upon myself to unbutton his vest, shirt, and remove his tie. I then slowly unbuttoned the shirt of his I was wearing and tossed it to the ground. I then took the liberty of running my hands all over his body while I kissed and licked his chest…and then all…the…way…down. I could tell from more than one way that he was enjoying himself once I reached his pelvic region—if you know what I mean! The Joker's 'sneak attack', if you will, was bulging and ready for some action. I lightly ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, and glancing up slightly, I noticed him let out a sigh of pleasure. I kept teasing him outside of his pants until he was squirming on the bed and breathing heavily. I tugged at his purple pants until the bones of his hips were showing so I could kiss him and lick him while I unbuttoned his pants.

Without him even noticing, I had slid his pants all the way off of him and crawled on top of him. I pressed myself against him so he could feel me on him and he let out a sigh. I leaned over him and began kissing and biting his lips. He let his hips rise and fall with mine while he let me devour his mouth. I finally decided to move down and remove his boxer briefs (Yes!) and took him entirely into my mouth. He let out a pleasurable moan as I played with him in my mouth. Having him tied up during all of this would put him exactly the right kind of wild mood that I wanted him in, so I removed my underwear and began sucking on his ear lobe as I untied him from the bed. He immediately took charge and flipped over me and penetrated me from behind. He groaned in delight as he grabbed my hair and pulled it forcefully. I let released a scream of pleasure. He kept a tight hold of my hair as he fucked me from behind. Then, he pulled out and pulled me on top of him so I could ride him cowgirl style.

"Hit me," he breathed heavily. I slapped him across the face and he laughed as I slapped him again. He then flipped me over onto my back. I reached up and grabbed his hair and pulled it so that he was forced to kiss me. Sweat trickled down his temples, leaving a skin colored stain on his white face. He bit his lip in ecstasy as he fucked me hard. I screamed out in pleasure as the Joker and I engaged in the kinkiest and wildest sex I had ever experienced. Little did I know that this would be nothing compared to the nights down the road as our relationship progressed—when our sex would be dark, sadistic, and terrifyingly pleasurable. It was the Jokers Wild.

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That night, I did not once think about how a sociopathic murderer was violently fucking me. It had been nothing like anything I'd ever sexually experienced before—and it had been nothing at all like our first time back in my apartment. Something about being behind the painted face, wearing his clothing and in the land of disturbia brought out a sadistic part of me that I know he enjoyed—a part of me that I am not even sure he knew was there. Then again, he knew me better than I knew myself. He probably knew all along that I would enjoy wild and kinky sex. He probably knew I would get off from slapping him and being spanked in return. I only wondered where these sex-capades would take us in the future? Was I headed down a road that included chains, ropes, whips and candle wax? Part of me hoped not! Part of me did.

My compassion for the Joker was beyond the S&M sex—I knew that I was in love with him, but I was not sure that he knew I was in love with him. He had to have had a clue of some kind, which was why I think we made love that night—after our Jokers Wild sex, after we both cooled down and slept for a couple of hours, I was woken up by him kissing my back, which soon escalated into another round of sex—but not the rough kind—the kind we had back in my apartment. That made me glad. Maybe he was capable of caring about someone or something? I guess I'd never really know, because he was, after all, the Joker.

I just knew that the next day would come and he'd be off again, wreaking havoc upon Gotham City and Batman. But would be ask me to join him this time? Would he ask me to be his partner in crime? He said he didn't work with anybody else, except one other person if that person would join him. I knew that person was me, but I didn't know if he would actually ask me to join him in blowing up Gotham City. If he did ask me, would I do it? Would I join him in destroying a city for the mere sake of sending a message? Could I adopt that sociopath mentality that he so closely held on to? I didn't know. I guess it was going to be the Joker's wild card—or rather, my wild card—the Jokers Wild.