The Joker grinned madly as he felt the tiny buds of her breasts harden with his touch. He could see her small frame jerk in anticipation and fear, one of the sexiest combinations, if you would even dare to ask him.

It satisfied both sides to him. The madman and the man inside of him (that occasionally needed to get laid in order to keep him in line.)

Elizabeth let out a breathy moan as he pinched; more lightly this time, her left nipple while slightly massaging her right mound. She could feel his excitement growing, just beneath her. In the position she was in, she was completely at his mercy.

And dare she even think it…

It made her hot with anticipation.

She had fought, and put up a decent fight. But, he had won…so there was no guilt…right? Feeling a headache coming on, she sighed, and tried to concentrate on her captors ministrations on her body.

Without warning he removed one of his hands from her chest and reached back into his pocket. She was vaguely aware that he brought something out of his pocket, but tried not to pay attention. The last thing she needed was to start crying.

Then she heard a quiet metal, SHICK.

Startled, she glanced towards his hand and felt her heart constrict. There was that damn switchblade.

He started to bring the knife towards her chest. Faster than she realized, she inadvertently tried to push away from him.

What the Joker was tryingto do was cut the gown off.

What the Joker did, because of this girls constant struggling, was cut half way down the gown, but nicked her stomach.

Wincing in pain, Elizabeth froze and slowly looked up at him. He sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her until her back was once again pressed to the couch.

She let out a small squeak of surprise as the Joker grasped the edges of the torn gown and ripped it the rest of the way down.

With her upper body now fully exposed, her cheeks burned an even darker shade of crimson.

Surprising her even further, he lowered his head down to her abdomen, over top of the small nick.

He opened his mouth, tongue sliding out in a snake like fashion.

Feeling his hot breath on her skin gave her gooseflesh.

Then he licked off the small droplets of blood.

Elizabeth's head was spinning

This freak was licking blood off her stomach.

Blood.

But that wasn't the scariest part.

She could feel a familiar throbbing down in her core.

It wasn't scaring her,

It was turning her on.

Before she could stop it, Elizabeth let out a small feminine groan. With the combination of his skilled hands and his experienced tongue, she was quickly loosing her self-control.

The Joker grinned against her skin. "So…you're finally enjoying yourself?" He spoke against her skin, pausing to grope at her breasts again. She shook her head in protest. He only chuckled and continued his "work."

As he swiped his tongue one last time over the small cut, he started kissing a line up to her left breast.

Elizabeth inhaled sharply as his mouth closed over her the nipple, while he rolled the other between his fingers.

"~Ah..!"

Elizabeth cried out and arched her back into him when he bit down on the sensitive bud. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. She could feel herself getting wet as the seconds burred together.

Without realizing it, the Joker captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Nipping at her lips and pulling the breath right out of her, a small moan caught the back of her throat. His kiss was possessive, demanding all of her, feral and wild,

Just like he was.

Moving back down to her neck, he bit into he collarbone, and coaxed a high-pitched cry from those plush lips.

"Ah, there we go…" The Joker said before pulling her long chestnut hair and biting the same spot once more.

He made damn well sure that he left a mark.

Moving to different areas of her torso, the Joker discovered some things about his new toy. She liked her neck being kissed, particularly near her ears, which were immensely sensitive, but liked to be bitten near her collarbone. She didn't particularly like anything around her shoulders, but she was ticklish, something he found incredibly sexy.

A normal light jab to the sides wouldn't tickle a normal person.

But, if they were ticklish, every touch, every lick, every bite was intensified.

The Joker liked to bite, it was the feral part inside of him, truly, he was the master of combining pain and pleasure

Gradually her moans grew louder and more intense, she could stop the sounds that were escaping from her mouth. The feeling of being taken control of was almost too much for her.

With so many sensations flooding her senses at once, it was almost unbearable.

He grinned wickedly as he felt her fingernails grasp at the back of his purple dress shirt. He paused for a moment to admire his work.

He had been with women before. No doubt. But this was different. The normal run-of-the-mill hookers would let out fake moans, use fake lines, and they were just…fake.

Cowardly.

But this one…

He pulled back to look at her face.

"Now this is real…" The Joker thought, suddenly wanting to rid himself of his pesky clothing.

Elizabeth was still breathing heavily. Her pale and supple body was sprawled over the couch, a pair of modest white panties being the only thing stopping her from being fully exposed, her head was tilted to the side; exposing the peach of her neck, a full faced blush that stretched ear to ear, brows knitted together in pleasure, mouth opened slightly, lips swollen from a couple hard kisses…

The Joker let out a low moan as he began to loosen his tie.

He couldn't go all out, balls to the walls here, strip down fully and fuck her across the floor, like he wanted to. His boys were out in the van waiting on him, he had a certain district attorney to visit, and he was in a hospital.

Sex was sex...but after so many incarcerations in an asylum? A medical facility was not really a place he wanted to be caught with his pants down…so to speak.

Groaning in frustration, he leaned back down to Elizabeth's ear.

"Why don't you make those de-cli-cious sounds again for me?" He commanded as he once again reached down to her womanhood and his index finger into her, teasing her. The reaction was immediate. She loosed a strangled mewl and tossed her head against the couch and arched her back, bucking into his hand.

The Joker threw his head back and cackled.

"Elizabeth…you're a soaking wet." He tormented popping the last sound of the 't' against the roof of his mouth. She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. He pushed another digit into her, angling them in such a way that his fingers grazed her sweet spot, causing her to cry out and tangle her small hands in his hair in ecstasy.

"Hahh…nnn!...mmhhmmmm…..~Ah!"

Every time she mewled or cried out, the Joker felt his erection strain harder in his slacks, craving attention and desperately wanting to be freed from confinement.

After a few minutes of the foreplay, the Joker felt Elizabeth start to shake.

"..Ah…Ah, ah!...I….I-I'm….N-nng!"

The brunette pulled the Joker's hair and brought her mouth to his neck and bit down hard, a high pitched mewl escaping her throat as her first orgasm rocked through her.

He didn't expect her to bite back.

That was certainly a surprise.

And that was the last straw.

Not even close to recovering from the mind-blowing sensation that she had just experienced, the Joker added a third finger. Pulling on his hair even tighter, she made a small sound of discomfort.

"Does that, ah…hurt doll face?" he asked mockingly.

"You're a little tight…As much as you write, I figured you'd be able to take a little bit more." He joked to himself, catching a glimpse of her face. He could see the tears clinging to the sides of her dark eyelashes.

He couldn't decide if they were from her orgasm or if she was just in pain…

It made no difference to him, it was still hot.

She remembered he hated the obnoxious crying; she was being a good girl.

He moved his free hand up to her face and brushed some of the tears. Raising his hand up to his mouth, he tentatively licked them off and added a fourth finger, causing her to loose a whimper of pain.

After about a minute of preparation, the Joker really couldn't stand it anymore. He'd waited long enough. Removing his hands, he Quickly loosened his pants, he pulled them down enough to free his erection and in one swift movement, entered Elizabeth without any warning.

The combination of the long wait and teasing, her tight heat wrapped completely around him and her scream almost made him come right then and there.

Almost.

Elizabeth's eyes were now filled with tears, blurring her vision.

He was big.

But that wasn't only obstacle.

It was her first time.

Praying to whatever god might be out there, she bit her lip and held onto the Joker's shoulders for support, hoping that the feeling of her insides being ripped out out would cease soon.

Seeing the pained look in her face only encouraged him. He growled as he bit down on her shoulders, drawing blood. She cried out once again, knowing that that one was going to scar. The Joker continued to pound into her at a considerably fast pace and Elizabeth soon enough found that the pain was starting to intermingle with the pleasure once again.

Digging her fingernails into his back, she let out a long breathy moan. She was approaching her second climax fast. She could feel herself starting to shake again as her breathing started to come in short irregular bursts.

The Joker used one hand and grabbed a fist full of her hair while using the other one to steady her face, fingers resting close to her mouth.

"LOOK AT ME." He said huskily, the same threatening tone used before was still clearly present.

The euphoric feeling of him pushing into her at an animalistic pace was too much. Locking eyes with the Joker as she hit her peak, she attempted to stifle her cry by biting the Jokers thumb.

The Joker roared as he felt her tighten around her and bite into his thumb. Lowering his head, he bit into her collarbone once more as he reached his climax.

They both lay there for a couple minutes panting, trying to catch their breaths.

"Well sweet heart," The Joker said as he pulled out of her. "How does it compare? Being with a real man?"

Elizabeth, still weak from her 2nd orgasm, just closed her eyes and hid her face.

The Joker chuckled lightly as he cleaned himself off on the shredded hospital gown and fixed himself.

Maybe he would keep her around…That was probably the best sex he had had in a while...and she was a biter…after all

He did like biting

**AUTHORS NOTE!

F YOU GUYS….haha :3 I'm tired and my ass hurts from sitting still so long, but there you go.. Le sex scene. 3 I think that's it for this one. I'll start another one soon enough..lemme know what else I could write about 3 Love you my little lemon drops 3