All That Jazz

So here I was, waiting in my room, for The Joker to come get me. I was nervous and excited to see what he had planned for me tonight. A knock on my door jarred me from my thoughts. I bounced to the door and swung it open to reveal The Joker.

“You look disappointed.” He said and offered me his hand.

“I’ll give you confused.” I admitted stubbornly as I took his hand. Where is he taking me? And what does he have planned? He led me down the hall and we took a left at the end, coming to a stop outside his room. He opened the door and ushered me in before closing the door behind himself.

“Where is everyone?” I asked over my shoulder, drinking in his room. I’d never been in here before. His room was tastefully decorated in cream, with black and blood red accents.

“I told them to get lost.” The Joker said from against the wall. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around my waist. “We are completely, utterly alone.” He said seductively in my ear, his voice low and rough. A shiver ran down my spine and pooled in my stomach. I could feel his breath on my neck, and goose bumps rose on my skin and my hair stood on end. I didn’t know what to expect with The Joker, but not knowing lent an excitement to the air and intoxicated my blood. What is he waiting for? My blood raced, my heart stammered, and I burned within. Just touch me. I don’t care where, just do it. The Joker pulled me a little closer, pressing my body fully against his, and then his lips were on my skin. First they grazed my neck, leaving streaks of blood red along my flesh.

“What do you want from me?” he whispered in my hair. So many things. I want to know I can make you burn like you make me burn. I want to be the only woman you let in. I want to own you. He released me and I sat on the bed, settling into the soft pillows as he watched me with a scorching look in his eyes.

“To own you.” I said, returning the heat in his gaze. “Come closer…” I beckoned him with my finger, and he was by my side in an instant, his lips on my throat, streak upon streak marking my skin as he moved lower.

“I just can’t stop.” He moaned against my chest. “I don’t want to escape from this, Jazmyne.”

“So don’t.” I purred. A devilish smile crossed his face, and he started to unbutton my shirt, revealing my breasts inch by inch.

“Oh, I know what to do with you, my sweet little sin.” He placed his knee between my legs and nudged them open, to reveal my bare bottom half. “Naughty girl.” He scolded playfully, running his hand along my leg. He held my gaze for a minute, the fire inside stoked by his eyes and his hand on my thigh. The contact was lost as he reached for his night stand and dug around in the top drawer. The fire in me surged when I saw what he brought out. A vibrator. I quivered with excitement as I thought of what he had planned for me. Without looking at me, he removed his purple gloves and placed his bare hands on my legs, skimming his fingers along my skin. I could barely breathe from the electricity in the air. He leaned close to my face, locking eyes with me. “Do you want to know what you do to me?” he asked quietly. “You put me under a spell, and I can’t break it, I can’t escape. I don’t want to. All I can think about is you, and how one woman can bring me to my knees.” I couldn’t think about what that meant. “But I’m going to turn the tables.” He tucked two fingers beneath my chin. “After tonight, you’ll be under my spell. All you’ll be able to think about is my lips on your skin, my hands on your body. Clap.” He looked at me with a burning desire. I must have looked as confused as I felt, because he smiled at me.

“Clap.” He repeated. I did as he asked, feeling foolish. The room was plunged into darkness and I understood what he was doing immediately. Not being able to see him heightened every other sense in my body. The Joker kissed me hotly, cradling my face with one hand. He broke the kiss quickly and climbed up the bed to lay by my side. He tucked my left leg between his and my other leg was left to dangle over the side of the bed, my mini skirt riding up my hips. My breath caught in my throat as I heard the click of the vibrator being turned on. He let it drag across my skin, inching close to my core and flitting away at the last second. He pushed his right arm underneath me and I felt him loom over me before his head fell to my chest. His lips found my breasts, kissing around my nipples and biting ever so gently while the vibrator continued to come closer and closer to where I wanted it. I managed to get my left arm around him and I pushed his head down, wanting more of his lips. My right hand searched blindly for his left arm, hoping I could convince him to stop teasing me. My hand found his bicep and I squeezed his whole body as pleasure washed through me. I could feel him sucking on my nipples, creating stiff peaks and sending electric shocks through my body. I arched my back as the vibrator hit home. Gasps and moans flew from my lungs, I pulled him closer and bucked my hips against him. My nails clawed at his shirt and I kissed his neck before biting down, hard. He growled in my ear and licked his way up to my neck where he bit just above my shoulder. I heard a soft click as my pleasure increased, and I cried out, squeezing and clawing frantically. My hand clenched a fistful of his hair and I kissed him as fiercely as my body would allow.

“Let’s hear those vocal chords.” He purred in my ear, and another click was heard. My breathing was frantic and my heart was beating so fast I was sure it would explode any minute. My gasps and moans had grown very loud, building up to my climax. I couldn’t take it anymore, I was going to explode. I threw my head back and screamed my release, feeling it pulse through my veins. My body sagged into The Joker, exhausted and cold. He tossed the vibrator away, and dragged my dangling leg over to drape it across his and held me close. “Impressive.” He chuckled, tucking my head under his chin.

“Shut up. I’d like to hear you do better.” I mumbled into his chest. He smelled incredible, like sex and sin.

“You’ll have to figure out my buttons, dollface.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“You’ve already given yourself away.” I lifted my head to look him in the eyes. “You’re kinda poking my leg.” I giggled.

“Well, you can’t blame me. This is all your fault.” He said matter-of-factly.

“My fault? How so?” I laughed.

“Because the more you let me have, the more I want.” He shot me a warning look. I yawned and rested my head on his shoulder.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” I asked softly.

“Do you think that’s wise?” he asked just as quietly. I could just picture the face he was making at me. The smart ass look in his eyes, and his eyebrows raised.

“Fair enough.” I said and made myself get up. “Good night.” I kissed his forehead and turned to leave the room.

“Good night, Jazmyne.” The Joker replied and the door clicked shut behind me. I stood outside his door for a moment, smiling like an idiot. I wonder what he’s thinking right now…is he thinking about me? Is he burning for me? I padded down the hall to the large bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. There were streaks of red lipstick all over my neck, shoulders, and chest, as well as a few smudges of white. I could still feel him there. A shiver ran up my spine as I replayed what had just happened in my head. He was right; I can’t stop thinking about him. I cleaned myself up quickly and made my way to my room, falling asleep faster than usual.

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A loud knocking on my door intruded on my sleep. I groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over my head.

“Wake up!” The Joker called cheerfully. I groaned in response. He burst through the door and pulled the blankets off the bed. “Come on, wake up! It’s a beautiful day!” That got my attention. In the time I’d known him, The Joker had never said something like that.

“Are you on something?” I asked sleepily.

“Nope! Wake up, dollface, I got a surprise for ya!” He tugged on my arms.

“Oh, fine! I’m up! What’s the damn surprise?” I wiped my hair out of my face and stumbled out into the hall.

“Come on!” The Joker led me downstairs through the living room into the sun room. It was my favorite room in the whole house. A large, bright room with one huge bay window that covered three walls, complete with wooden window seats and a beautiful hardwood floor.

“What the hell is that?” I stopped short. My heart started beating really fast, and I was completely stunned. In the sun room, sat a dream I’d salivated over for years.

“It’s a piano, exactly where you wanted it.” The Joker said proudly.

“You bought me a piano?” my eyes started to tear up. “Do you have any idea how much this means to me?”

“Look in the bench.” He prompted gently. Blinking back my tears, I walked into the room, afraid to breathe on the piano. I couldn’t help but run my hand along the sleek varnish. I leaned over and lifted the lift of the bench, revealing all of my old piano books. They’d been missing since my father had destroyed my piano. I’d always thought they were gone.

“How did you find these?” I leafed through them, they were all there. I looked up at him, clutching them to my chest.

“I went to see your mother.” My heart stopped. “She’s living in a nursing home just outside town.” I sat down by the piano, resting my head against it.

“And she kept my things all these years?” my voice was starting to break. He nodded.

“She wants to see you.”

“Can we go?” I sniffed pathetically.

“We’ll go tomorrow, ok? She wasn’t feeling too well when I went to visit.” I nodded and wiped the tears from my face. “Will you be ok?” The Joker tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. I nodded.

“Thank you. This is wonderful!” I slid a hand down a piano leg. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it.” The Joker smiled. “Do you want to play? I’d love to hear it.”

“Yeah, I think I can play.” I hiccupped. “Damn it. I hate it when I cry.” I sat down on the bench and wiped my face dry on my sleeves. The Joker sat next to me and waited patiently. I looked through the books, searching for an easy piece. None of them appealed to me, so I closed the books and set them on top of the piano. Staring at the keys, I thought back to when I started playing piano. I used to let my mind make the music for me. I’d start off with a classical piece and just let go, let the music guide my hands. Before I knew it, I’d started to play my favorite piece, Blue Moon in A minor, from memory. Surprisingly, six years without practice hadn’t dulled my skills. Halfway through the piece, my thoughts turned to The Joker, and the music changed, flowing and ebbing gently into a subdued melody. This is exactly how I would have wanted this moment. The only thing missing was a gentle breeze.

As if he’d read my mind, The Joker got up and pushed open two of the bay windows, letting the harmonies of the outside world blend with my melody.

“You play beautifully.” He said, just loud enough for me to hear him over the notes. He was watching my hands fly over the keys, his own hands clasped in his lap.

“Thank you.” I smiled widely, truly happy for the first time in years. I continued to play through the afternoon, until my fingers were stiff. I was reaching the end of a difficult piece, determined to make it to the very last note.

“You make me feel human again.” The Joker said quietly, as if thinking to himself. I was so surprised by his words that my hands crashed onto the keys, causing a disastrous clash of notes.