"So…?" Aurora asked, breaking the comfortable silence. She ran her fingers over the scars on his chest, trying to count them all but loosing track every time.
"'What now?'" Jack guessed.
"Yeah,"
"Well," he sighed, "I can't be the man I used to be. There's too much blood on my hands for that. But I do know that I love you…however that works. It contradicts everything I've been for the last eight years."
"And I never stopped loving you," Aurora sat up to look directly into Jack's eyes, and rest her back against his many purple pillows.
"But I'm not Jack anymore. And nobody can ever know about Jack." The Joker stated in a tone that made it very clear that this was an order.
"They don't have to."
"They can't. Because if they know about Jack, they'll know about you."
"So?"
"They'll use you to get to me,"
"What makes you think they'll be able to get to me?"
"Aurora…" Jack began.
"No, you see, that's your problem! You're still thinking of me as Aurora."
"What are you talking about?"
"If Jack is dead then so is Aurora."
"If we're assuming that's true, what do you want me to call you? Scarlet?"
"Nope!"
Jack simply raised his eyebrow.
"I'm tired of Aurora and Scarlet, too. I think I'll try out 'Sleeping Beauty' for a while. Whatdaya think?"
"Yeah, that's clever all right, but—"
"But what? You don't like?"
"No, it's not that. Its just…all your clothes are red."
Aurora choked on the water she was trying to drink and almost spilt the half empty glass all over the down blanket in her laughter.
"What?" Jack demanded, brows automatically furrowing in defense. Except without his makeup, Aurora could envision the dimples that used to rest on his cheeks in place of the scars.
"It's silly, really. That problem has such a simple solution! Shopping trip!"
Jack groaned, but didn't say anything in protest. If he had learned anything about women, especially Aurora, it was that no one could stand between her and retail therapy.
"So you're going to stay then?"
Aurora paused at his question. Probably because it actually was a question, instead of a demand. He was reminding her that the choice was completely up to her. But that was a lie; she never had a choice, not really. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Excellent!" The Joker cackled, pinning her to the bed in a mad frenzy. And even though his face was clear of war paint, from staring into his eyes she knew that Jack had been suppressed. The man straddling her thighs, tying her limbs to the bedposts with ropes he kept on hand in nightstand drawer, that man was the Joker.
"What are you doing, Jack?" She hoped the sound of his name would remind him.
"What I've been dying to do for the past eight years."
"But we already—"
"Oh, no Dollface. That was nice, but not what I desire. What I crave." He purred, whipping the blanket off of the bed.
"And what's that?"
"Total domination of your body and your soul."
Aurora couldn't fight the shiver that ran down her spine at his words. She was completely exposed to him, bound so tightly she could feel the rope cutting into her wrists and ankles. She saw the gleam of utter malice in his eyes, but somehow she still felt safe.
"Good luck,"
The Joker snickered, reaching again for the nightstand drawer. "I'm not the one that needs luck, princess,"
Aurora's eyes narrowed on the knife he was extracting, although she tried her damnedest to hide her apprehension. Did it even matter if I die, she thought and he traced the blade over the most prominent scar on her body, the one that ran from scalp to toe.
"We'll kill Maroni together, but only after you thank him. If he never scarred you, you'd never be free." He punctuated his statement with a very shallow cut. A cut that started at the left corner of her lip and went upward in a half smile, crossing Maroni's scar and ending at her ear. "And now you're bound to me, but free from me, too."
He crashed his lips against hers, favoring the left side of her mouth. He ran his tongue across the cut and then sat back again to grin at her discomfort. His infamous smile had returned.
"You taste so good," He whispered, tracing the vein on her wrist. He lapped up the blood with noisy kisses that lead to her clavicle. The cuts stung, but in a way that felt better than she could have imagined. She was squirming to get closer, but her bounds kept her virtually motionless.
"Ahtt-taah-tahh!" The Joker wiggled a finger in her face. "Not so fast, darling. I tied you up for a reason. To keep you exactly where I want you."
"Well, what about what I want?"
"Doesn't matter."
"That isn't f-!"
A rubber ball from a ball gag being shoved into her mouth cut her off.
"I'm sorry, dear. But you were really starting to get on me nerves," The Joker chuckled, repositioning himself over her thighs and picking up the knife "Right, now where we?"
Aurora wanted to shout at him to get this damn ball gag out of her mouth this instance, but that's the thing about being gagged; you're ultra frightening threats of cutting off genitals with rusty hedge clippers and sautéing them with a little lime and cilantro for lunch sounded more like "mhmhhfff mhmmm mnnhh mmmmf!"
He traced his index finger from her left ear, over the fresh cut, across her lips and then straight down to her areola where he paused. "It's useless to fight me, dear,"
He warned, taking her nipple between his fingers and squeezing. "Besides, you like it."
"Ffmmhhck mmmmnuu!" Fuck you for being right.
"Now don't be mad at me. It's not my fault your arousal is so…evident," the Joker purred, swiping two fingers between her legs before bringing them up to her lips. He forced his fingers inside her mouth, forcing to taste her own wetness before he did the same. "Deeeee-licious!"
"Even wetter the second time around.
"Are you ready for me, baaaybeee doll?
"We'll that's too bad." He tossed his head back in laughter, his eyes squinting into two thin black slits and his grin widening to reveal decaying, yellow teeth.
She wanted him. She wanted him to stop with all the bullshit and just fuck her already. But she knew he wouldn't do that. She knew the only way he'd be satisfied is if he got to play out his little game.
She wouldn't admit it, even to herself, but playing along only turned her on more.
Closing her eyes, in agonizing pleasure as Jack's teeth clamped around her nipple, she realized how truly fucked up she had become. Opening her eyes, with a guttural moan, she realized she didn't care.
"Are you going to behave now?"
Aurora nodded her head furiously. As soon as he removed the gag, she demanded, "Fuck me."
"No."
"Please, fuck me?"
"No."
"Pretty, pretty please with the Batman's head on top?"
"You're gonna have to do a little better than that to convince me," He snickered, running the tip of the blade from her right knee up to her thigh.
She paused for a minute, considering the consequences, "Untie me."
"'Untie you'? Oh, I don't think so, precious. "
"Why not? Don't you trust me?"
"It has nothing to do with trusting you, and all to do with knowing you." He purred, flipping the knife around in his hand. He rubbed the cold steel handle against her clit in a painfully slow, circular pattern.
She stared him straight in the eyes, trying to ignore the tingling feeling spreading between her thighs. "Untie me and I'll behave." Taking a page from his book, her tongue darted across her bottom lip. "I'll exceed your, um, expectations."
Chuckling, he replied, "I'll untie you when I'm gooood and ready."
She slumped down into the bed.
"Now don't look so glum. This means good things for you. Very good things," He was shaking his head "no" the entire time he was speaking, moving the handle of the knife lower, until it was threatening to enter her.
She accepted her role, tried not to think about it. Until it almost actually started to feel good, just when she was beginning to forget it was the handle of a knife penetrating her most intimate part. She almost forgot what was really happening until she let out the faintest of moans, barely audible. Jack ripped out the knife and before she could even blink, he was pinning her left thigh down. He made two slashes, deeper than he had ever cut her before. Looking down she saw that where her main scar was, there was now a bloody "J" stemming out of it.
He had marked her twice that night.
"You sure I can trust you enough to untie those?"
She swallowed, trying to see past the pain in her thigh to speak. "Yes."
"Keep. Your. Word," He warned, undoing the restraints, "You don't want to know what happens to princesses who misbehaves, Rory,"
"Why don't you teach me? Just in case?"
When will you learn to shut up?
The left side of his scar turned up into a horrific grimace before he shoved Aurora to the ground with one hand. "Get on your knees."
She couldn't help it. She was a terrible person. Those four simple words in that combination churned her core with desire like the whore she knew she was.
She did as she was told.
Jack sat before her on the bed, semi-hard, while she knelt before him, now at the perfect height, bruising her knees on the hardwood floor. "It's not going to suck itself,"
She stored the comment away in the recesses of her mind to be dealt with later. She gripped him member with tentative hands until she leaned in closer and ran her tongue across the head. The spot of precum that dripped onto her tongue was enough to remind her. She welcomed him in her mouth like an old friend, all hesitation banished.
She had forgotten the feel of him thrusting in and out of her mouth in the past eight years. She would admit it wasn't one of the things she missed most. What she had missed however, was looking up. When she was gagging, Jack resting deep in her throat, what kept her going was glancing up to catch him biting his lip or scrunching his nose. Nearly choking was worth seeing that single instance of control, when his guard was down most. It wasn't that she wanted to take advantage of him then, but just the fact that she knows that she did that.
Without thinking about it, her unoccupied hand ran dangerously far up his leg. She began to stroke the sensitive skin there, subconsciously remembering how his body used to respond when she did so. She wasn't expecting a backlash.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
"What? I-" Snapping out of the moment, she paused her actions and looked down "I, oh, um, I thought you liked that?"
"Oh, I do, but…" He said, running his hand over his face. "But I have other plans for right now."
"Wha—OOOHH!" She exclaimed as the Joker pushed her hands aside and then yanked her over his shoulder onto the bed. "What was that for?"
"Better view, " He answered, watching her flip her waist long hair out of her face as she settled down on her side. Her legs were parted and her back was twisted upwards, as if she had been posed for a Penthouse centerfold. It wasn't fair.
"Now is it time?" Aurora groaned, anxiously. She was seventeen again with a warp speed libido.
"Someone's gagging for it…and no! Not quite yet," he cackled, climbing onto the bed behind her on all fours.
"What are you doing?" She asked without turning around.
"Finishing our lesson on what happens to girls who misbehave," He punctuated his sentence with a slap to her left ass check. And then another to the right. And then another, and another and another until her backside was raw and red with several half-distinguishable handprints at all different angels.
She surprised them both by moaning, even though she almost felt tears wells in her eyes out of instinct. She fought them away and was glad she did because a second later, Jack leaned down over her until his lips were at the crux of her neck to whisper "now it's time" before biting down on her shoulder.
He chose that exact moment to enter her from behind, all at once without any hesitation or indication. He gave her no time to adjust to his large size, and instead began to pick up a slightly erratic, but far from slow-and-gentle pace. If they hadn't just been at it half and hour ago, she was sure her body wouldn't have taken it. Already her walls felt stretched to their limit, but at the same time snug around Jack. He moved hectically, pulling out of her completely and then slamming his hips to hers.
His fingers glided across her hips before moving onto her stomach, and then slid downward. His thumb circled her clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with a variance in pressure. "Fuck!"
"I think I'm already doing that,"
"Harder."
She heard him snicker before he grabbed her by the hips and thrust them upward, pushing her face down into the pillow. Just as she asked, he increased the pace coming at her from a new, more dynamic angle.
He was handling her with complete disregard, which stung in bitter contrast to their previous session in the sheets she now gripped tightly in her hands, as Jack pounded into her from behind. Except he wasn't Jack at the moment, and that was important she thought. Right now, the man inside of her wasn't a man at all, but a monster: The Joker.
She had no doubt that he was holding back significantly, but as he bruised her body with his, there was no love in his touch, his movement. It was all about power right now, his power over her.
He clenched his fist around a chunk of her hair, and pulled upward, until he was breathing heavily on her neck. "This hard enough for you,"
The angle was making her choke on her own saliva; all she could do was nod.
"I thought you would," He snickered, shoving her head back down into the pillow as he increased the pace even further. The bed squeaked against the hardwood floor with every thrust, and Aurora was convinced they'd fall through the ceiling at any minute now.
Undignified by her own pleasure, she felt the pressure between her eyes rising to an uncomfortable level. She didn't know if she could hold on much longer, and more importantly what consequences that would have for her.
He pulled out of her completely, turning her over so she was pinned on her back to the mattress underneath him. "You can't come," He said sternly, circling her most sensitive spot with the calloused edge of his thumb. "Until I say you can."
Aurora could say she had safely never felt so tortured in her life. She would have preferred water boarding to this, knife play. Not this slow, sensuous torment. All she wanted was to come, goddamnit!
"You've won," she muttered, in a bout of insanity. He was pushed her right over the edge, just like he always wanted. She struggled to reach down and finish the job herself but he had her wrists clasped unforgiving in one hand while the other was teasing her entrance with nimble fingertips.
"Won what exactly?" Jack teased, picking his pace up slightly, sliding his index finger inside her.
"The game you've been playing," She laughed, growing limp underneath him except for her rumbling chest.
"I wasn't aware we were playing a ga—"
"Cut the crap, Jack." Aurora said, forcing eye contact. "You know as well as I do that you're plan all along was to break me. And congratulations! You've succeeded."
"You're thanking me?" He mumbled. He switched his focus back to something he could understand: torture.
"Loving you has made me bat shit insane. And insane people do and say a lot of…messed up….things," Her thoughts were interrupted as finally Jack entered her again, as teasingly as possible, with only an inch inside. He moved at that tortuous inch-by-inch pace until all eight inches was inside.
"You couldn't be more right about that," he chuckled, trailing sloppy kisses down her neck, gaining a rhythm.
His "rhythm" was nothing more than violently slamming their hips together erratically in quick bursts of energy while his middle finger rubbed continuous microscopic circles over her clit, finally flinging her over the cliff, in all senses of the word as they toppled out of the bed. Miraculously, their stilled remained joined and after making sure he was already and she wasn't dead, he picked up his pace.
He came inside her at the same instant as she was coming around him. It was a moment of such intensity, such lack of control that protection was something far, far from her mind. He collapsed on top of her, pinning me down completely with what she was guessing was only half of his weight. Most people would peg the Joker as having a lankier figure giving the baggy suits he wears, but after spending countless sweaty hours underneath, Aurora figured out that it was all pure muscle. And pure muscle is heavy.
Although she had slight difficulties breathing with him crushing her lungs, she didn't want him to move. For all intents and purposes, he was her blanket right now: warm, soft, and secure. She nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his toxic aroma of gasoline, smoke, grease and hydrangeas.
Jack cleared his throat before getting to his feet and extending his hand to help her up. She took it graciously, carefully to hide the hesitation she felt. Not hesitate that he would betray her, or that she shouldn't get up, but hesitant that she had down something to make him spring up like that.
"So…"Jack said, glancing back and forth equally from the bed to the door and then back to her.
"Can I stay here with you?" She asked, following the same process.
Jack sighed, having to really think about it, and most importantly having to silence the Joker's opinion, "Just don't get used it."
"Just for tonight!" she squealed, giving into the mussed up covers. She pooled them haphazardly around her naked body and fell back into the plush mattress.
"Just for tonight." He reaffirmed, clicking off the lamp on the nightstand. How could he say no to her though? She was actually pouting.
But let me ask you a question, Jack, The Joker cackled in his head, If you've won, how come you've already lost so much you worked so hard to gain?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Sooo….there's some free erotica for you guys. I'm trying to develop my skill as using sex as necessary way to characterize or build plot. How did you think I did? Honestly! A good sex scene is really difficult to write, and I would just really love to get better.
Also, I apologize for the rampant grammar/spelling mistakes through out. I'm posting this at 2:30 am because I've been working on it for days and I just really want it to be out there. I'll probably start going through this and making edits though….idk..
Anyway, like always PLEASE tell me what you think! I'm so excited to be back into the mindset of writing this story!