***Smut warning ahead...Or something like that***
When Arella awoke the next morning, the first thing that registered was the pain in her cheek where he'd struck her the night before. She groaned, rolling over in the large bed to alleviate the pressure on that side of her face. Curling into a ball and snuggling further under the blanket, she pulled the heavy cloth to her chin. Even after everything that had happened the night before, she felt better today. Almost happy. Though it was a hesitant kind of happiness, she didn't care to question or analyze it much. It didn't matter. All she knew was that she was alive and had come so very close to changing that last night.
It had felt good to get out all the tears she had been holding back for weeks and now that she had emptied herself of all of the sadness, all she felt was peace. She knew that the Joker would probably fix that soon but she'd take it for now because it was so much better than the alternative. Everything that was bringing her down last night seemed like a distant memory. And after seeing how bad life could be for people whom the Joker wasn't holding captive, things here didn't seem so bad. Not bad enough to want to kill herself at least. She didn't want to get to that place again. Not ever.
Seconds after relaxing under the blankets again, she yelped as something was thrown onto the bed with her, hitting her leg before falling to the mattress. Opening her eyes and sitting up slightly, she looked down to see a bag of ice sitting innocently near her and the Joker sitting makeup and shirtless in the nearby desk chair looking at her blankly. It took her a minute to remember who it was-a minute characterized by more a mild curiosity than panic-still not accustomed to seeing him without his full regalia. But she supposed he hadn't bothered with it because she had already seen.
His face twisted into one of impatience as he leaned forward in the chair, giving an exasperated grunt. "Put the bag on your face." He said in a slow, slightly loud voice as he mimed the action. Mocking her slow response.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, plucking the small bag from the mattress and pressing it against her cheek before flopping back down to the bed tiredly.
"I need your face in tip top shape in a few days." He grinned, whirling back around to face the desk away from her. "We have a party to go to."
The mention of getting out should have peaked her interest to at least question him. Getting out usually did. But it was all she could do to pull the blanket back up to her chin, turning her back to him as she drifted off into a state of half sleep, enjoying the absolute ecstasy of a blanket warmed by trapped body heat in the chilly room and the pain in her face beginning to numb to a comfortable dull throb. If she never had to move from this spot, she'd be happy. And for a long time she didn't. Her body curled into a tight ball, she clutched the pillow to herself and didn't move save for a few needed stretches.
Eventually, she gave a final stretch, feeling her back give a satisfying crack before throwing the covers back and forcing herself out of the bed with a slight pout. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a sigh and padded sleepily to the bathroom, humming a song to herself as she disappeared behind the door.
At the desk, the Joker turned his head slightly as she practically waltzed to the bathroom. Something was clearly off about her this morning. He had noticed it the moment she had woken up with the hints of a smile on her face and didn't bother with a smart comment when he threw the bag of ice at her. But the humming was over the top. He couldn't make heads or tails of her attitude right now. Either she was experiencing euphoria from last night's traumatic events, was up to something, or had finally completely lost it. He had figured out what to expect from the Arella that had been here for the past few months, but this was throwing him for a loop. It was like having a whole new prisoner. Normally he'd be excited about a new set of challenges, but he also didn't enjoy not knowing what he was dealing with.
Once he heard the shower running, he simply gave a grunt, turning back around to face the desk as he attempted to mule over the repercussions of her new attitude.
Arella stood in front of the slightly foggy mirror, staring at her reflection after a quick ten minute shower. With the surprising clarity that she'd been toying with this morning, it was like seeing herself for the first time. Her hand drifted up to her face, caressing her cheek and tracing her lips trying hard to get reacquainted with the face that she felt like she hadn't seen in ages…remembering herself. She wasn't just the Joker's prisoner, not today at least. No, today she was Arella. She was more than a reflection of all the things he'd put her through and the feeling of being somebody was one that she was in no mood to let go of. It had been far too long.
Letting her eyes roam around her face, they came to rest on the bruise adoring her cheek. It was highly noticeable, an ugly reminder of what was really going on despite the high she was enjoying right now and she hated that she couldn't look away, each pass over her face pausing on the dark spot. A frown crossed her lips. It wasn't the worst one she had gotten, but she still hated seeing it.
Looking down at the countertop, she picked up one of the Joker's greasepaint tins, pulling the lid off. She couldn't make the mark go away, but she could at least distract from it with the few options she had. Smiling, she dipped her finger in the smooth substance and turned back to the mirror to watch the smooth red color glide over her lips with the same precision that she used to apply various shades of lipstick. Enjoying that she hadn't bothered to look back at the bruise in the time it took her to perfect the corners of her lips. Leaning back to look at her reflection, she smiled again, enjoying the color against her skin. More importantly, it almost worked to counteract the large blue area on her right side.
The Joker might be angry with her for using his makeup, but she found that she didn't care. Even after everything she'd seen him do, all the horrible atrocities she'd seen him commit, she wasn't afraid of him. Not right now anyway. Placing the top back on the tin, she set it down and ran her fingers through her wet hair, deciding not to bind it into a braid for the first time in months, enjoying the heavy feeling of the tendrils cascading over her shoulders.
Tightening the towel around herself, she finally left the bathroom, taking a few steps into the room before stopping with a tilt of the head. The Joker was hunched over his desk like he always was, scribbling furiously in a notebook with unrealized plans.
As she watched his shoulders flex with each movement, she could feel something bubble inside her stomach that she hadn't felt in weeks. Not since she'd been moved to this room. She considered running back to her old room to correct the problem. But she was tired of hiding. As far as she knew, she only had months, maybe weeks to live before the Joker got tired of her and decided to kill her. It wasn't her fault that she was here, and she wasn't going to continue punishing herself for it. He would do enough of that for the both of them.
It was only a few seconds for the Joker to glance over his shoulder passively before doing a double take, his brows furrowing together furiously as he stared at her with pursed lips.
She froze, allowing him to take in her appearance as she stood in the middle of the floor, holding the towel closer to her. She knew what she wanted and was probably crazy for it, but though the Joker had incredible self-control he was still human. And she had enough experience to figure out how to twist that to her favor.
With a low growl, he stood from the chair, walking over to her with deliberate steps and stopping only a foot away from her, his eyes drifting down to her lips momentarily. Tilting his head, he reached a bare hand up and used his thumb to wipe the lipstick from her lips with a frown.
"Stop it." She twisted her face away from him, annoyed. But he ignored her, grabbing her chin with his free hand and continuing to remove the makeup roughly as if he couldn't wait to get it all off.
With a huff, she pouted, letting him take it off. It didn't really matter right now. She'd reapply it again and her mind was elsewhere. Letting her eyes drift down to his chest, she reached out; tracing one of the scars under his rib cage that looked like it had been particularly painful.
He stiffened, looking down at her hand with a frown before tilting his head and eyeing her. "What are you doing, Ella?" He growled.
She glanced up at him, assessing his mood. His frown extended far down to his chin and anger seemed to nip at the edges of his expression as he glared at her. But he wasn't angry, not yet at least. Confused was more like it. Pursing her lips, she decided to continue. She knew what she wanted and didn't want to give him a chance to stop her.
Reaching down, her hands drifted slowly to the button of his pants.
He gave a smack of the lips, chuckling as he began to realize what it was that she wanted. She really had lost it today. But he didn't care to stop her downfall right now. Not when he had been waiting for months for her to finally give in. His excitement started to grow immediately to his dismay, but he kept his face passive, remembering his rule.
"Oh. I see." He grinned, tilting his head at her and pursing his lips. "Only if you ask."
She didn't bother to look up or even hesitate as her fingers grabbed his button, undoing the fastener in one quick movement.
His smirk quickly turned into a frown as he reached down, grabbing her hands away from him, squeezing her wrists tight enough to force her attention back up to him.
"Ask me nicely." He ordered with a growl.
She looked at his narrowed eyes with a frown. She could just ask. It would make things a whole lot less complicated; but she knew that he only wanted her to ask in order to make himself feel in control and she didn't care enough to bother.
"No." She said simply, staring directly at him. She wasn't sure if it was the fact the she was feeling better today than she had in a while, or the fact that he wasn't wearing his normal makeup, but his fierce glares weren't affecting her like they normally did. Not right now at least. He wouldn't kill her in the next few minutes, not like this…not before getting what they both wanted.
An angry smirk crossed his lips as he tilted his head, moving closer to her and grabbing the back of her neck, tightly. "Careful cupcake. So far I'm enjoying this turn around. Don't make me change my mind ."
It was silent for a long moment as she stare at him blankly, thinking about her next move before finally wrenching herself away from his grip.
"You're right." She said finally, tightening the towel around herself again and effectively pulling it up again so that it was barely covering her backside. She knew he liked that part of her and she wasn't ready to give in yet. "I'm sorry." She said, turning and heading towards the door that led into the hallway.
The Joker narrowed his eyes at her, annoyed. He knew what she was trying to do and it angered him. Infuriated him even more that he found himself staring at her as she sashayed towards the door.
"Your clothes are over there, Ella." He called after her in his normal nasally sing song voice tempered with anger, pointing to the wardrobe across the room.
She stopped and turned around, glancing at the wardrobe before turning back to him. "I'm not ready to get dressed yet." She said softly, being careful not to challenge him. She doubted she'd be able to get away with it twice in one morning.
"Then what are you doing? Hmm?" He tilted his head again, moving closer to her with slow steps.
"I want to go to my room."
"This is your room." He licked his lips, nodding as he still advanced towards her.
"I want to go to my old room." She corrected.
"Why?" He questioned, finally closing the gap between them so that they had returned to the position they had been in before, him towering over her and her looking up at him with eyes filled with lust.
"You know why." She said softly.
"You know." He voice came shakily now as the pressure building up in his pants began to reach a painful point. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to play this game. And if she kept it up, someone was going to get hurt. His knives were always within arm's reach and the desire to stab her was starting to peak. But it'd just leave him even more frustrated. So he frowned, reaching up and placing his hand on her neck again, albeit much more gently, using his thumb to caress her chin. "If you just ask me, this would be a whole lot easier."
"I'm not asking." She said again, firmly. As far as she cared, she was doing him a favor. And if he wanted to continue his stubbornness, then he'd be suffering alone.
He narrowed his eyes at her before letting out a crescending growl, snatching his hand away and storming away from her in frustration.
Arella only stare at his back as he stormed to the bathroom, muttering obscenities to himself. He made it to the door before spinning back around, storming back over to her as if he couldn't figure out which way he wanted to go.
"Just. Ask." He leaned towards her, throwing his hands in the air, almost begging now with a frustrated smile.
She didn't flinch, finding his frustration somewhat amusing. He hadn't been kidding when he said watching her made him crazier than usual. And she was enjoying this change; but she didn't dare crack a smile. Not right now. She was probably going to have hell to pay for this, but it was worth it.
"No." She repeated.
He clinched his fist, letting out an angry shout before storming of again and flopping down in the desk chair, staring at her with narrowed eyes and his leg jiggled impatiently as he thought.
It was taking everything in her not to laugh right now. If he were any other man, she would simply go for it. But he wasn't. And she was almost positive that if she pushed too hard, he just might stab her again. He needed to feel like it was his idea.
They both stood there for a long moment staring at each other before she gave a slight pout, adjusting the towel again before sighing.
"I'll go put clothes on." She said finally turning and walking to the wardrobe.
"No you wont-ah." He growled, standing and storming over to her.
She barely had time to turn around before he was on her, grabbing her towel and using it to yank her body towards him, letting it drop at her feet.
A surprised gasp left her lips as she instinctually grasped for the towel a second too late causing the Joker to cackle. Tangling his fingers into wet hair close to her scalp and pulling it back so that she was looking at the ceiling; he leaned towards her ear as her hands pressed against his chest between them.
"Oh No. You don't get to be shy. Not now." He grinned, his voice shaking with excitement as he reached between them, grabbing her wrist and yanking her hands away from his chest, removing the barrier. "If you don't want to ask me willingly, then you're just gonna have to beg."
For a moment, her calm expression flickered in worry, wondering if she had made a mistake in bating the Joker to frustration. But the sudden feeling of his snakelike tongue on her neck forced a needy ache in her stomach that quickly reminded her of how little she cared. She'd deal with the consequences later, and there wasn't a single one that came to her hazy mind that could make her want to stop right now.
She let out a relieved sigh as she lowered her head only to be rewarded with a yank of her hair as the Joker forced her head to the side, garnering him further access to her neck as his tongue was quickly replaced by small nips down her shoulder. A small pain that was soothed by the soft feeling of his scars tracing the area as he moved further down to her chest. The rivaling sensations were titillating and she quickly found her mind drifting off as his free hand slid up to her breast, brushing his fingers over her nipple before kneeling down slightly and allowing his mouth to replace his fingers and his tongue to flick over her ever hardening nipples.
A moan that almost surprised her left her lips as she was jolted out of her daze, her eyes drifting down and settling on the top of his head, watching him with interest. He seemed completely enveloped in the feel of her in his mouth as his hands moved up to her waist and gripped tightly, pulling her closer to him. She couldn't help but smile, hoping that he wouldn't look up and see it. She was wining right now and didn't want to risk him thinking that she was rubbing it in. While she would have resorted to sulking off to her room and finishing the job herself, she was happy that it hadn't resulted in that.
Glancing up at her, the Joker felt a satisfied smile cross his face as he let his tongue circle her breast slowly, teasingly. She was just as frustrated as he was. He could tell by the way she immediately let down her guard at a single touch as if she had completely forgotten what had happened the last time they were in this position. As often as she tried to hide it, he loved how easy she was to figure out. Maybe it was because they were so much alike. Two sides of the same coin. Each an example of what the other could be if their circumstances had been switched. She had gotten off easy in the grand scheme of things, even though she tried to pretend things were otherwise. He liked to think he had some part in that. And maybe one day he would make her see what he saw. But not today. And definitely not right now.
Turning his attention back to her body, he allowed his hand to slip from her waist, trailing innocently along the lines of her stomach until his hand arrived at the v between her legs which were held tightly together as if she was still attempting to feign modesty even in the position they were in. It didn't matter; he didn't plan on stopping any time soon. Letting out an annoyed grunt, he forced his hand between her thighs, meeting only a mild resistance that failed completely when his fingers made their way between her folds, caressing her most sensitive areas.
She let out another moan, doubling over from unexpected pleasure and placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to hold herself up. She was already wet, had been since she left the bathroom and the fact embarrassed her. It didn't take much to get her excited, simply a wayward thought or just the right touch. It was something that she had realized about herself years ago, and had been an exciting pleasure to the few men she had slept with up until this point. But it was always odd at first. The Joker however, didn't seem to care or notice. He only slid a slow finger inside of her, forcing another moan from her lips as she dug her nails into his shoulder. At this rate, she wasn't sure how long she was going to last.
As his finger moved in and out of her, she felt her hips move with it, pressing her pelvis against his hand each time he pushed back into her, trying hard to feel all that she could. All of her nerves were firing on overdrive and it felt amazing, but she wanted more. She wanted it all and she didn't feel like waiting. Reaching between them, she moved to unbutton his pants again.
The Joker froze. Pulling his mouth away from her breast and letting his finger sit unmoving inside of her. A smirk crossed his lips as he leaned up to her again, tracing his scars against her cheek.
"I want. to hear. you beg." He ordered slowly, twisting his finger only slightly inside of her on a spot that made her let out a short shout.
She took a moment to collect herself, breathing hard as her nails still clinched his shoulder tightly. It would hurt most people, but he didn't flinch.
"No." She said softly.
He gave a dark, gravelly chuckle, forcing a second finger inside of her in another twisting motion.
She bit her lip, wanting badly for him to keep going, but he didn't, just stopped and waited.
"Do it." He ordered again, his voice husky in her ear.
For a moment she considered it. It was becoming too hard for her to keep fighting. But she remembered his agitated reaction earlier and was almost positive that he would break before she did. It was all she could do to shake her head in protest.
He frown crossed his lips. Half of him wanted to simply leave her there like he had before until she changed her mind but he knew that wouldn't be possible. The pain was already creeping up on him. He was obviously going to have to play dirty.
Pulling his hand away from her, he grabbed her waist again with a grunt and yanked her off of her feet so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. Carrying her over to the nearby bed, he couldn't help thinking about all the things he would do to her when she finally submitted. Both of them knew the importance of this stand off and both were too stubborn to give in.
She gasped as he threw her onto the bed, her back hitting the small mattress with less pain that she had anticipated. Taking a moment to shift herself on the bed into a more comfortable position, she looked up at him as he glared at her with pursed lips, unbuttoning his pants and beginning to remove them slowly, watching for any changes in her composure with each inch.
For a moment she simply stare at him, propping herself up on her elbows as she anxiously waited for him to shed the barriers. But she wasn't content with the passivity. Both of them were still fighting to take control of the situation and she wasn't ready to give in. It was the first time she'd felt almost like an equal. And it wouldn't last, she knew that it wouldn't once she'd given in. But it was nice for now.
Smirking, she lay her head back on one of the pillows, allowing her hand to travel between her legs as her eyes remained glued to his in a boldness she hadn't maintained since before she'd come here, threatening to finish herself off before he had a chance to. That seemed to irritate him. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he tilted his head with a growl before yanking the pants off so that he was bare in front of her.
Arella's eyes widened as her eyes drifted down his body. She had only ever had a chance to see his naked body when he was relaxed. And now, as she took in the sheer size of him, she finally understood why it had hurt so much in the shower. And knew that it would most definitely hurt now. She could feel her resolve crumbling as she stared, her jaw hanging slightly agape.
He immediately noticed her expression, reveled in it for a moment. "Ella." He sang with a smirk, climbing onto the bed like an excited puppy and moving so that his legs were on either side of her hips, his face close to hers as he licked his lips impatiently. "The longer you hold out, the more this is gonna hurt." He said matter of factly, as if telling her that the sky was blue.
She didn't bother to reply. She wanted the pain. And as much as she did want to give in, he had unknowingly provided her with a reason to continue waiting.
Sucking his cheeks as he stared at her, he gave another annoyed growl, beginning to get angry with himself for creating the rule in the first place. He was so close, it'd be easy to just go for it, but there was more at stake than that. He had made too big a deal of it and now, as much as it physically pained him to do so, he was going to have to follow through. He never went back on his word and he definitely wasn't going to start now.
"Fine." He said finally, giving one last noisy suck before moving back off of her and wrapping his arms around her thighs, pulling them open and yanking her to the edge of the bed quickly lowering his head and devouring her before she had a chance to orient herself.
"Oh." She breathed out as his wet tongue slide inside of her, exploring every inch of her as her legs tightened around his head. She lifted herself to her forearms in an effort to get a better view. Without missing a beat, he reached up and pressed against her stomach, pushing her back onto the bed. Reminding her of who was in charge. He didn't want her to move until he allowed her to and right now, he wanted her still. With a grunt she tried to lift herself again but his strong forearm held her down refusing to let her move as his other hand reached up to flick her sensitive nub as he tilted his head to allow his tongue even deeper access.
It was almost too much to take. Her lips parted to allow another high pitched moan to escape as lids fluttered in an attempt to stay alert as his tongue moved expertly inside her. She wanted to watch his tongue move around, wanted to see the pleasure he was giving her but she found that she enjoyed his innate aggressiveness right now and was happy to comply.
As he ravaged her, her low moans turned into short screams, her hand rising to grasp her hair like he always did, since his hands were otherwise occupied. She was coming undone, could feel that familiar heat rising within her that told her she was close. Too close. She didn't want to finish right now. Not without feeling him inside of her, but as she tried to arch away from him, he only tightened his grip on her stomach, his fingers moving faster inside her wet folds. Arching her back away from him, she panicked, her eyes flicked open as her breaths began to shorten.
"Stop." She forced out breathlessly, reaching down to try and pull his hand away only to be rewarded with more pressure being added to his rapid caressing. "Oh God." She tried to pull away again to no avail. She knew what he wanted to hear, and realized that she only had a few seconds before they were both disappointed. Swallowing back another scream, she finally caved.
"Stop, please. I want it." She breathed, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to block out the intense pleasure pulling her only seconds from a release. "Christ I do. Please stop." She screamed at him.
Finally he did, pulling away from her abruptly and causing her impending orgasm to come to a halt.
The Joker chuckled, resting his chin on her stomach as he took in her disheveled appearance, as she breathed hard still, trying hard to come down from the high she was still reeling from.
"What do you want?" He questioned with a smirk, trailing his wet fingers up her side leaving trails of her own juices along her waist. He wanted to hear it all. Wanted her to hear her own voice say it aloud. So that she could never rationalize the moment as a mistake. He was sure she would try, eventually. It wouldn't be like her if she didn't. But he was all about living in the moment…doing whatever he wanted, when he wanted. And he would get her there too. One step at a time.
"I want…" Her voice trailed off as she stare at the ceiling for a long moment, her breathing finally beginning to settle down.
"What do you want?" He repeated again with an impatient growl, reaching up and grabbing her chin, forcing her eyes down to him.
It took a moment for her eyes to focus on his before letting out another deep breath as her need returned full force to match the lust she could see in his eyes even as he glared at her. There was no question. She needed him right now.
"I want you to fuck me." She said finally with no uncertainty causing her voice to waiver.
His scars twitched up to a hungry smile as the words left her lips. It hadn't been quite what he was expecting to hear, not even close. But watching those words leave her lips was enough to drive him mad with desire. He had often thought of all the things he wanted to do to her since the first time he had watched her kill his men. And now that she had finally succumbed, he couldn't wait to get started on his list.
Giving a happy growl, he finally sat up on his knees, grabbing her waist and forcing her over to her stomach with his legs on either side of her. Hungry hands gripped at her cheeks, enjoying the feel of supple skin under his fingers for the first time without having to worry about her swatting him away. He enjoyed the view from here and wanted to be able to see his favorite part of her as much as possible. Using one hand to hold her where he wanted, he finally leaned forward to hover over her, not hesitating entering her from behind. He'd waited long enough anyway
Arella buried her face in the pillow beneath her, letting out a muffled scream as he did. It was even more painful than she remembered as he continued inching his entire length into her. Not bothering to pause halfway as he did the first time, simply pushing past any resistance he encountered. The pain was excruciating, but as she tried to pull away, she gained immense pleasure from being yanked back and pinned in place with a hand on her neck. Before this, the few men that she had been with had all been relatively gentle with her. And it was what she wanted, or so she thought. She had played rough with Shawn once, but through it all, she had known it was simply a game and she had always controlled it. But now, with the Joker, she realized that she much preferred being made to relinquish that control. As stubborn as she was, he was the one man strong enough to force her to even in his agitated state and she loved it
For a moment he held her there, not stopping until he was completely inside her, his pelvis lying flush against her backside as he forced her body to expand around him, wanting to make her pay for making him wait and enjoying the feeling that head waited far too long to feel again. Her screams playing like music to his ears. Once she finally stopped trying to wiggle away from him, he released her neck, planting his hands on the mattress on either side of her chest and hovering low over her back as he pulled out of her before pushing back in roughly, earning him another satisfied yelp. As he continued the action settling into a rhythm, her hips pressed back into him, matching his movements and urging him on. The feeling of her warm, accepting body around him was intoxicating and soon he was lost in the motion, shoving her hair aside and burying his face in the side of her neck heavily scented with the shampoo she always used. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to smell that again without getting turned on.
Beneath him, her screams had transformed into loud moans with every sock of his hips as he tried to press even deeper into her. Lifting herself to her forearms, she arched her back as her eyes shut in ecstasy, leaning her head to rest on his cheek. She wanted to feel as much skin against her as possible. And the sound of his labored breathing in her ear was driving her insane with pleasure. He seemed to understand, sliding his hand around her neck and pulling her up to her knees so that her entire back was against his chest as he continued pressing into her, reaching down and finding her most sensitive areas to rub his fingers across. Her hands shot out behind her to grab a hold of his thighs as she let out a moan that bordered on a laugh.
The Joker had suspected that she would be vocal in bed, judging by her incessant need to talk and question. But he never expected the extent of it. Her moans made him want to push harder into her. And her screams made him want to be even rougher. Letting out a growl, he decided that he wasn't satisfied to just hear her. He wanted to be able to see her face contort in pleasure. Placing his hands firmly on her waist, he quickly pulled out of her before he could talk himself out of stopping, pushing her to the bed with a grunt.
She whipped her head around to look at him with sharply narrowed eyes, feeling her anger rise as she landed on her stomach. Her eyes flashing with a ferocity that she'd never felt before. If he stopped now she was pretty sure she'd be justified in trying to kill him. Luckily, he ignored her expression, flipping her over and wrapping her thighs around him. As she let out a sigh of relief, he laughed. Realizing what she was thinking. She was crazy if she thought he was stopping now. Lifting her hips as he leaned back on his knees, he lowered her back down onto him, picking up the pace he had previously abandoned.
At this angle, he was able to hit spots that made her lose control of her body as she wriggled underneath him. Trying to both pull away from him and push closer at the same time. Looking up, she could see that he was completely lost in what he was doing, panting hard with each thrust as he clawed her hips pulling her closer to him as beads of sweat began to roll down his chest. She could feel herself heating up as she climbed closer to her release. But she wanted to finish it herself.
Tightening her legs around him she shifted her hips closer to him, grasping his arms and pulling herself up so that she was sitting on his lap.
He looked at her with a frown, grabbing a fistful of her hair in order to pull her back down, but she quickly grasped his shoulders, beginning to undulate atop of him before he could. He froze, debating about whether or not he wanted to force her down, but as her moaning began again, he found that he liked watching her get her own pleasure. Resting his arms behind him, he let his eyes roam over her body as she bounced atop of him, enjoying the view with a smile. He'd let her have her fun for a while. After a moment, he could feel her clenching sporadically around him. She was close, and was pushing him dangerously close to the edge as well. The smile faded from his face getting lost in the sensation for a moment before he frowned. He wasn't going to allow her that much freedom. Not yet. Grasping her neck again, he forced her onto her back again, climbing on top of her and entering her again before she had a chance to catch her breath.
His thrusts came much faster and stronger now as he lay on top of her, shifting her up a couple of inches with each shove. Arella gasped, drawing her legs tighter around him and digging her nails into his shoulders as she held on, looking up at him as his face hovered only inches away from hers; so close that each exhale went through the other's mouth. She wanted to lean forward and let her lips meet his. Only because it was what she was used to when she was this close to finishing. But even in her hazy state, she held back. Looking into his fierce blue eyes that were narrowed with intensity, she was sure he wouldn't take kindly to it. Those mesmerizing blue eyes. That even as they glared were so comforting. She considered it for a moment, but instead she let her head drop back to the pillow, closing her eyes as all of her limbs clutched to him, trying to unconsciously meld their bodies together.
As her body began to tighten, her heavy breaths turned into short yelps. She could hear him muttering something above her, but she blocked him out like she always did. Finally she felt herself began to unravel as a wave of intense pleasure rolled over her forcing her to dig her nails in tighter as she bucked uncontrollably beneath him.
The Joker grinned, licking his lips as his thrusts started to come slower, grinding deep into her core as he watched her closely. Enjoying the effect he was having on her and using it as he felt himself start to swell inside of her as well. Burying his face in her neck and grabbing her hair again, he gave a few more growling thrusts before he finally gave a final deep push, grunting as his release emptied into her.
As her body began to settle down, Arella let her arms and legs drop from around him with a tired huff. She felt as if all of her energy had been drained out of her and though she had just woken up, all she wanted now was to roll over to sleep. Glancing down at his back as he lay on top of her, his strong forearms resting on the bed next to her, she could see that her nails had drawn a generous amount of blood. That thought made her smile.
Finally the Joker pulled out of her causing her to wince as he rolled off of her, landing on the bed with an oomph as his chest heaved with heavy breaths. A flow of fresh air ran across her body as he did, cooling down the beads of sweat that rolled off of her so much that she almost shivered. She was exhausted. And a cursory glance over at the man to her right told her that he was too. After holding all of the anger and sexual frustration in over the last three months, letting it all out over the course of fifteen minutes was almost too much to handle.
Rolling over to her side with a soft groan, she nuzzled her face into the pillow for a while, peeking an eye out only slightly to look at the Joker's back as he sat up, shaking his head back and forth like a dog before smoothing his hair. She was in shock. Being who he was, she had always assumed that the Joker's sexual experience would be slim. She couldn't imagine anyone would want to sleep with the madman willingly. And even if they had, she had always pictured him as a selfish lover. One who was only concerned with his own satisfaction. But she could tell that he was experienced. The sort of experience that comes from years of practice with different women. Maybe he hadn't been lying about how easy it was for him to find women who wanted him.
The thought confused her more than it fascinated her and she found herself wondering who on earth would have agreed and how many other women had been in her exact position. For a brief moment, she felt a twinge of sadness but brushed it away, quickly realizing that it didn't matter. She always knew he would kill her one day and that didn't change anything now. But there was one thought that wouldn't brush away. A thought that had started as a small spark but was slowly beginning to grow. She wanted to ask, but it was as if all the energy had been sapped out of her.
She wasn't sure when she drifted off to sleep again, but the last thing she heard was the sound of a deep chuckle as he finally climbed out of the bed.
Nothing like some mid story 'frustration' release! I figured that after the mental breakdown that Arella experienced in the last chapter, she pretty much hit rock bottom. And after that, there's no real place to go but up...way up in her case. While it all seems like fun and games, it's honestly one of my favorite scenes just because it represents a pivotal point in their captor/captive relationship.
Don't expect any lovey dovey feelings though. At least not anytime in the next few chapters I always feel like it takes a whole lot more than physical interaction to change an opinion of someone. But who knows, writing always feels so unpredictable. Sometimes things just come together organically. ;)
Also, thanks for reviewing, you guys sure know how to make a girl feel awesome! Please don't hesitate to leave a few more...I LOVE reading them and love you for leaving them. Where do you think their relationship is at the moment?