Blood and Lust

CO-WRITTEN WITH JOKERLUV :-D
Prompt: Taste tester

"Taste"

Feeling tears burning along her lashes, Rachel continued to struggle about within her restraints as she listened for something...anything that could give her a clue as to where she was. Judging by the blanket of darkness against her eyes, she could ascertain that she was blindfolded and tied to a chair, but all memories of how she'd gotten in said predicament were a complete blank. "Hello?" she called, her body squirming about as she gave a tearful grunt. "Can anybody hear me!?"

The Joker watched her from a corner of the room. Her attempt at breaking free was typical of mankind, yet she looked so adorable trying. Seeing her predicament, his mind raced with all the nasty things he could do to her, a salacious smile crossing his cracked lips as he gave a chuckle. Remembering the night she received his calling card and the excitement that was written all over her face, he couldn’t help but wonder how long she had felt that way. His thoughts were interrupted when Rachel yelled out for help. Looking over at her, he decided, ‘Let’s get it on.'

Swaying towards her, he exclaimed, “I’m here, dollface, what’s the matter? Tied up at the moment?”

Recognizing the voice in an instant, Rachel felt her heart leap up into her throat as she quivered with an unabashed longing. “You” she rasped out, “h-how did you find me? Why have you done this to me when you could’ve just called?”

‘At least that way I could move’ she grumpily thought.

The Joker smiled as he bent down, his face inches from hers as he whispered, “Come on, sugar lips, you know me better than that.” He gauged her reaction as she remained silent. “Mmm, I don’t recall you ever being rendered speechless before, is this something new or are you just lusting in heat?” A dark chuckle escaped from his iniquitous soul.

Rachel couldn't help but scowl. She hated whenever someone was able to read her so easily, so she shook her head before snapping, "Don't call me that...I'm not your sugar lips, your baby, your honey, your anything, so you just get the smirk that I know you have off your lips right now before I'm forced to do something I'll regret!"

Although Rachel was seething on the outside, she had to keep shifting about in her seat to keep her growing arousal from throbbing at her center.

The Joker noticed her inability to sit still and knew she was lying. “Sure, whatever you say, hon-eeeeyy” he drawled. Taking the steely knife out of his pocket, he beamed as she flinched when she heard the click of the blade. He wet the corner of his mouth and stroked her cheek with the tip. “How about a game?” he asked.

Rachel audibly whimpered. "W-what kind of game?" she rasped out, her teeth biting her tongue as she tried to sense what the Joker was doing. Not being able to see him was driving her crazy, but she assumed that it was all apart of his twisted amusement.

Moving her cheek away from the knife, Rachel struggled about in her bindings once more before giving a defeated grunt. "Am I allowed to move in this game, or are you going to be cruel and force me to sit here like an oaf?"

The Joker grabbed her head and dug the blade deeper into her cheek, forcing her to stop moving. In a sinister voice he explained, “Oh, you’ll be free of your restraints, if you guess co-rrectly, that is.” He glanced at his watch and continued, “You’ve been here for hours…are you hungry?”

Genuinely surprised by the Joker's sudden act of kindness, Rachel reiterated, "H-hungry? Well yes, I suppose I am..." The sensation of the blade pressed against her flesh reminded her of the broadcast with his victim, her toes curling as she barely managed to suppress a small moan.

The Joker nodded, already knowing that her answer would be yes. Biting the inside of his cheek, he replied, “That’s good, ‘cause I’ve got all kinds of food for you… All you have to do is enjoy.” The tip of the blade scratched the underside of her chin as he lifted her head. “Oh, and here comes the kicker: for each item you get right, you’re one step to closer to fuh-reedom.”

Biting her lip, Rachel gave a sharp intake of breath before mumbling her agreement, a twinge of horror overcoming her when she realized that she wasn’t particularly keen on leaving. What the hell was wrong with her? She naturally hadn’t told Harvey about her lack of interest in their relationship as of late, but why the Joker? He was a monster!

Listening to the clown prince of crime shuffle around, Rachel became a tad apprehensive as she shakily demanded, “W-what are you doing? I really wish you’d just take this stupid blindfold off!”

Over his shoulder, the Joker returned, “As I once told you before, patience is a virtue, my sweet.” As he worked his way around the cabinets grabbing all kinds of delectable treats, his thoughts roamed to the other night. He stopped what he was doing as he heard her voice screaming his name in sheer pleasure. He swore to himself that before the night was over, she would be his and begging for more. Taking a breath, he turned back around and joined his lovely lady in waiting.

He set the bowl full of goodies on the table next to him, then picked up a fat, juicy strawberry and instructed her, “Open that pretty mouth of yours. I have a surprise for you.”

A delicate blush stained Rachel's cheeks when she heard this instruction, for she'd heard him voice something similar amidst one of her nightly fantasies. Digging her nails into the palms of her hands to slow the soft, excited pants of her breathing, her quivering mouth opened before she felt him place something wet and sweet upon her tongue. Delighted by the taste, her unabashed hunger made her moan softly, her tongue flicking out and accidentally brushing against the Joker's fingers. She stiffened in surprise, but she found that she inwardly longed to touch him even more because of the inadvertent contact.

The Joker inwardly groaned at the sound of her moan, and his loins flared as he felt her tongue lightly sweep across his finger. His mouth watered as he watched her take the berry and bite into it. “Mmm, isn’t that tasty?” he asked. Licking his lips as some of the juice stained her chin, he felt as if it were beckoning him to partake in its goodness.
The Joker quickly felt himself losing control, and concentrated on trying to regulate his breathing. God, how he wanted her… “Now, the question is, what are you tasting?” he asked, a grin splitting his features as he awaited her answer.

Feeling the temperature rise due to the silky undertones of his voice, Rachel squirmed as she felt her breasts stiffen and strain against the translucent fabric of her white blouse. Swabbing her lips with her tongue to lick the juices from her lips, she managed a small smile before returning, “Well since you gave me such an easy one, I have no trouble telling you that it was a strawberry. I lost my virginity to a guy who loved eating those…sometimes they even became apart of our foreplay.”
Suddenly wishing that she hadn’t said that, Rachel blushed as she squirmed about in her chair even more. God, why was it so damned hot in that room!?

“You naughty girl” he growled and could no longer help himself from lapping up the juice that remained on her chin. Smacking his lips, the Joker worked his tongue to her ear and huskily said, “De-lish.” His erection was painfully straining against his pants and he needed release soon, but he willed himself to wait. “Very good, now what part goes? The blindfold, one of your hands? Hmm, decisions, decisions.”

Thinking long and hard, he brought his blade to her chin. “Don’t move,” he hissed and cut one of wrists free. Unpeeling a banana, he tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and said, “Open wide” and pictured his cock sliding into her mouth as he fed her.

Surprised by the sudden invasion in her mouth, Rachel stiffened before feeling the sudden urge to laugh. As she bit down, she giggled about her mouthful like a school girl before sarcastically teasing, “A banana? Very phallic…kudos for your unabashed originality.”

Suddenly blushing when she realized that she’d spoken her derisive thoughts aloud, she reached her free hand up and took the Joker by his wrist, her fingers tightening as she pulled the banana back into her mouth. She thought she heard him give a low growl, which only made her consume the fruit with more fervor than necessary. She wanted him to touch her again, but by this point she was certain that he would’ve already done so if that were his true intention.

Rachel was teasing him and he didn’t like it. This was his game and he was in control, not her. “You must have played this before” the Joker grumbled with a hint of venom in his voice as he released her other hand.

He thought to himself, ‘If she wants to play, I’ll play.’ He took a bite of the banana and kissed her passionately on the lips, his tongue making its way through her mouth as he fed her more of the forbidden fruit.

Whimpering, Rachel tangled her fingers through his hair with her hands, all the while thankful that he'd freed them since she could now touch him in his entirety. Moaning amidst their heated kiss, her nails scoured down his back as her tongue dueled with his own, her core burning with her feverish arousal as she gave a broken whine. “Please” she gasped, but she found that she couldn’t finish her request.

Her fingers felt wonderful as they massaged his greasy scalp. For two long days the Joker had waited for this moment, and even though his body felt like it would combust from the fiery passion she was giving him, he was going to make it last. Entwining his fist in her hair, he yanked her head back, and with rage dancing in his lust filled eyes, he asked, “Please what?”

Her bosom heaving with her labored breath, Rachel bit back a moan at the odd sensation of pleasure and pain as he continued to hold her firmly within his grasp. "I...I want to see you" she choked out, her one hand dragging down his cheek as she shifted her hips with the hopes of abating the desire burning in her loins. "Please" she begged again, "I want you to take my blindfold off..."

He would never admit it to her, but there was nothing she could ask that he could refuse. Slowly, the Joker restored her vision. Minutes went by as they just stared at one another, his eyes all the while memorizing every line and every curve of her face; she was truly magnificent.

Chewing on the inside of lip, the Joker brought his steely knife to her face, showing her who was running the show. Never taking his eyes off of hers, he dragged the blade down the middle of her blouse. When he was finished, his fingers slid into the blouse as they caressed her skin. Studying her, his fingers slid up, down, and around her chest, but never touching her lace clad breasts. Her skin was like butter, smooth as silk, and he wanted her desperately, but she was going to have to earn her prize. He turned it into his own little game, letting himself see how badly she really wanted it.

Rachel hitched in a sharp breath when she felt his fingers dance upon her skin, her back arching as she tried to get him to touch her where she so desired. Annoyed by his lack of response, she suddenly seized his hand and forced him to cup a breast, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she choked on a moan and tried to encourage him to go lower. When the Joker still refused to move his hand, Rachel gave a pitiful whine, moved forward, and rubbed her cheek against his straining erection. It was by accident, but the sensation was enough to make her moan yet again.

Feeling her breast was the last straw. The Joker refused to deny himself any longer and ripped the shirt right off her shoulders. She cried out as the lace bit into her skin as he tore it off with his bare fingers. He groped her breasts, licking and sucking like a child as the sharp knife nicked her flesh.

Hearing her cries, he pulled away and noticed the crimson smudges. Their eyes met, and then he dipped his head and licked the blood. Groaning his approval of her taste, he glanced at her, took his knife, and cut himself. She watched on in horror as he licked his own blood, then violently pulled her in for a kiss that shared the mixture of their fluids.

Gasping at the odd taste of their blood, Rachel gave a small moan when she felt the Joker’s teeth tear into the pad of her lower lip, his tongue soon caressing the shallow cut as she bucked her hips with the hopes of growing closer to his solid form. Straying her hands down from his shoulders to the lapels of his long-sleeved shirt, she eagerly tugged at the buttons until they popped off one by one, her sexual frustration quite evident when the final few buttons refused to give way.

With an irritated grunt, Rachel tugged with all her might and was rewarded for her effort, a soft sigh of triumph escaping her lips before she began feverishly licking and nipping at the smooth planes of his chest. As she made love to him with her mouth, her hands drifted down toward his pants and caressed the throbbing bulge that would initiate their future union.

The Joker leaned back and let her fingers do what they wanted as he tried to regain his breath. He watched her and as she worked on his trousers, his obsession with her grew even more, and his craving for her had to be fulfilled. He grunted and tore her skirt and panties to shreds with the knife. Never had he felt so much hunger, like a starved child on a deserted beach. His throat was dry and she was the only one who could quench his thirst.

Giving a low and breathy moan, Rachel eagerly lifted her hips as she watched the Joker with lust-filled blue eyes, her voice now soft and husky as she confessed, “God, I’ve dreamt of doing this for so long… You have no idea what I would do to myself just to feel as if you were there with me.”

Urging him toward her, Rachel pulled him in for a fierce and demanding kiss, her tongue plundering his mouth as she slowly slid off the chair and forced him onto the floor. Nibbling on his lower lip, she then kissed a trail from his cheek to his chin before moaning softly into his ear, her hips digging intentionally into his own before she began to grind her loins against his inflamed member. Gasping at the incredible sensation at hand, Rachel threw her head back and choked on a pleasured gasp, her fingers now trailing down so that she could touch herself as she continued to dry hump him for all she was worth. Feeling his fingernails digging into her bare hips, Rachel cried out as she tried to catch her breath. She normally wasn’t a woman who preferred to take control, but something about overpowering a man of such authority excited her, especially if he chose to fight back.

The Joker secretly loved how rough she was, but he wasn’t going to let her win. No, that was his job, and he did it oh so well. By the time he was through with her, she would be sure to regret it in the morning with a delicious soreness in between her shapely legs.

He threw her to the side and rolled over top of her, pinning her hands above her head, an evil sickness covering his face as he peered into her eyes. “What do you want, bitch? Mmm, what’s the matter, did you and Harvey have a fight? Is this payback for all the times he wasn’t there for you? Or is it for all those times he couldn’t get you off-uh?”

Whimpering, Rachel reveled in the sensation of his body pressed so snugly against her own, her eyes narrowing as she harshly bucked her hips up against his member in retaliation. “Use your imagination” she snapped, clearly irritated that he wasn’t letting her get her way. “I haven’t fucked him in a long time, if that’s what you’re referring to…” Giving him a coy smirk, she sustained, “And that’s because all I could think about was fucking you, instead.”

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, “Oh, I see, you’re little red riding hood looking for the big bad wolf." Snaking his tongue across his lips, he continued, "Tell me something, Miss Dawes, when you were younger, did you ever play with the bad boys, or are you just now making up for it?” he hissed as he rubbed his hardened cock against her throbbing center.

Moaning from the back of her throat, Rachel eagerly rotated her hips so that she could meet with his incessant thrusting, her fingernails digging to the point of pain into his wrists as she gave a sharp cry and swore softly under her breath. “Stop…teasing me” she choked out, her legs wrapping about his waist so that she could be even closer to his aching member. Nipping at his ear, she whispered, “Is it really so surprising that I want this? I’ve been using my fingers for days now, Joker, and that can only be satisfying for so long.”

Giving him a devilish smirk, Rachel then removed herself from his grasp and slipped a hand inside his pants, her fingers curling about his throbbing shaft before giving him a long, firm stroke.

The Joker’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as her warm hand encased his thick rod. He allowed her to give him pleasure for so long before he decided to get back to business. Releasing one of her wrists, he once again brought the shiny blade to her face. “Okay…” He rolled her over so she was now on top of him, then turned the handle to her and in a baritone voice challenged her, “Show me what you got.”

Surprised by his sudden change in attitude, Rachel took the knife from him with shaking fingers, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly licked the blade. Imagining that it was his swollen shaft, she closed her eyes and moaned as she licked the metal yet again, her hand slipping across her breasts before she pinched a hardened nipple. Rocking her hips a top his own, she then trailed the blade down her chest before leaving a shallow cut in its wake, her hand now taking a fistful of the Joker’s hair as she forced him to nip and suck at her blood-stained nipples.

Throwing her head back, Rachel moaned as she arched her back so that he could have better access to her breasts, her nails digging into his scalp as she took the blade and made a twin cut across his own chest. Lowering her mouth to his skin, she ran the fire of her tongue across his wound before swallowing it like a thrilling aphrodisiac, her hands trembling with excitement as she took the blade and carefully cut open his pants.

The residual taste of copper was like a shot of liquor straight to the Joker’s brain and he scraped his nails down her back, leaving trails of blood in their wake. She screamed at the unexpected thrill of being rolled over once again and before she knew it, the knife was back in his hand and he was on top, the way it should be.

Licking the shell of her ear, he whispered, “It’s my turn now”, and his violent nature erupted into full force as he thrust into her. Her walls were tight and moist, just like his fantasies. She felt so good. He pounded into her mercilessly as he dropped the blade and fisted her hair. Pulling her head to the side, he brutally sucked on her neck, making sure Harvey would see his mark.

Her lips forming into a silent scream, Rachel lifted her hips as she tried to keep up with his animalistic thrusting, but she found that she could not, her eyes rolling back in her head as she dragged her nails across his back and curled her toes. “Oh, God” she moaned, her eyes closing as she felt his hot lips sear across her neck, “you feel so…so…” Gasping before she could complete her thought, she found that she couldn’t keep her hips from writhing or her head from tossing as he continued to ride her, her mouth meeting frantically with his as she savored in the taste of their warm, drugging kiss.

In all her life, she’d never felt so amazing, so alive.

Beads of sweat formed on the Joker’s forehead as he continued his frenzied fucking. The chemistry between them was electric. As he wrapped his thick fingers around her throat and squeezed, no bomb had ever been so fiery, no blood had ever been so thick, no death had ever been so sweet. He opened his eyes and noticed her lost in the moment, her forehead crinkled, mouth open, and trying to speak.

He grabbed the knife, the sharp tip stroking her cheek as he slowed down his rhythm, a dark, baleful grin turning the twisted corners of his mouth up as he bent down and licked her lips. “Want to know how I got these scars?”

Panting, Rachel gave a small whine as she bucked her hips to get him to go faster, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to push him over so she could be on top. To her disappointment, the Joker shoved her back down in place, her lips quivering as she closed her eyes and choked on a moan. “Please” she begged, “let me come…”

To her horror, the Joker shoved the blade into her mouth and began to tear her flesh completely asunder, the blinding pain tearing through her like a bolt of lightning severing a tree in half.

“NO!!!!”

Shooting up in bed as if attached to a spring, Rachel panted heavily as her wide eyes glanced anxiously around her. She was alone and safe…it had just been a dream. Running a hand across her perspiring forehead, the attorney shakily leaned back in bed as she realized that, despite the terror, she was somehow still aroused. As she lowered a hand to her aching center, she failed to notice the shadow standing out on the fire escape…