Straight, No Chaser

Harley sat up with a start shortly after 3 in the morning. Another nightmare of falling over a cliff into an impenetrable abyss of darkness. She hated that dream. As a child she never had nightmares, but in the last few months it had become a recurring event. And it always ended the same--- falling faster and faster with no one to pull her back. She rubbed her forehead and found that it was cool and sweaty. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the shapes of the furniture-- a large wardrobe in the corner, a wooden chair, a window with the blinds pulled tight, but nothing else. No one else.

Rising from the bed, she made her way to the door. She could see an eerie blue light illuminating the staircase as she descended carefully. When she stepped into the foyer, she could hear the faraway, distorted strains of “An Evening in Paradise.” She wasn’t sure why he loved that song. Perhaps because it was strange and twisted. She followed it down the corridor and found him in what used to be a grand parlor, but was now a mere dusty room devoid of any light.

The Joker sat in an old desk chair in the corner behind a larger, moldering desk. She stood in the archway, leaning against the wall and staring. A cold breeze slipped in from under the door, making Harley shiver in her barely there red peignoir. Her blonde hair hung wild around her face, tattered from the tossing and turning of her dream. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms, hoping he’d look up and see her. Perhaps she could coax him back upstairs for a tryst that would leave her tired and unable to resist sleep. The sort of sleep that was dreamless. But it was of no use. He barely flinched.

“Hmmm…” she sighed. Obviously this was going to be more difficult than she’d thought. The floor was cold beneath her feet as she padded towards him, giving her goosebumps that traveled down her arms and across her chest. Her nipples turned to hardened buds beneath the satin fabric as she approached. She wasn’t sure if it was the draft or the excitement at being near him again. She stood by his shoulder and looked down at what he was doing. She tried to make sense of it, but it was only a rough copy of blueprints and schematics.

“Whatcha doin’?” she purred, leaning over to prop her elbows on the table, obscuring his view of the papers.

“Working,” he answered flatly.

“Well why don’t you stop--” she started, crawling onto the desk, on all fours in front of him. “and come upstairs with me.” She turned her face towards him, bringing her head down to rest on her hands, her ass upturned suggestively.

“You look like a cat in heat.”

“Meeeeoooowwwww…” she purred, winking at him teasingly.

“Cute. But I have too much to do to play your games tonight, Harley.” He tried pulling the blueprint from beneath her knee, but only succeeded in making her knees slide obscenely apart.

“Oh come on, babe… “ she purred as he continued to pull on the paper. “There’s more to life than plotting and scheming--” RIIIPPPPP. The heavy carbon paper ripped in two. Harley looked up, alarmed. Her mouth was agape as she waited for the deluge of rage. But he simply sat back in the chair and sighed. It was a hazard of sleeping with crazy people. You never really knew what you’d get. “Oops…” she giggled nervously.

“You really do destroy everything you touch, don’t you?” he snarled, reaching out to brush his fingertips lightly over her calf.

“Not intentionally,” she replied, biting her lip as his fingers traveled up the back of her thigh. “But I was so lonely up there… you know how I hate waking up alone.” As his hand reached the fleshy curve of her ass, she found herself arching back towards his touch.

“Such a little slut…” he purred, standing up and kicking the chair out of the way as he got closer. “I don’t know why I bother with you. You’ve done nothing but disrupt the crooked path of my life ever since you arrived in it.” Harley groaned softly as he cupped her sex from behind, his longish fingers slightly parting the folds. He leaned down, breathing into her ear wetly as he spoke. “I used to be able to focus, but now it seems that all I can do is think about being inside you with your legs over my shoulders.” She gasped when he illustrated his point by pushing two of his fingers into her roughly. “I never used to be distracted by baser instincts.”

“I’m glad I could get you in touch with your human side,” she panted as he stroked lightly around her opening with his thumb, making the little dewy drops appear quickly. “I think I like it… it’s sexy…”

“It’s annoying,” he growled, pulling his fingers away from her fast and delivering a sharp smack to her backside with his other hand. “I hate it.” Another smack, harder this time. “There are times when I could just kill you for it.” He touched the red splotch his hand had made on the fleshy part of her ass lightly, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin. “But I must admit to finding a certain… amusement… in your company.”

“It’s okay…” she sighed, arching her back as he continued the absent poking and petting. “I know you like me.”

“Like is a strong word…” he replied, pushing her off of the desk and sending her sprawling across the floor. “More like tolerance.” When she hit the floor, she felt the air being pressed forcibly out of her lungs. She coughed two times and looked over her shoulder at him angrily.

“That wasn’t very nice,” she huffed, sitting up on her knees and smoothing the satin down over her thighs. “I was only being friendly.” She looked up at him with the eyes of a kicked puppy. “I thought you’d appreciate it.” She crawled to him again and he looked down at her smugly. He knew that he’d give in to her advances eventually, but it was always fun to make her wait.

“And I do… I do…” he rasped, tipping her chin up with a single fingertip. “There are few things that I enjoy more than watching you writhe and beg beneath me.” His tone took on a smooth, velvety quality as he took her wrists and pulled her to her feet. “And you do beg--” He pulled her against his body tightly, pressing her wrists behind her back to push her chest against his. “Don’t you, pet?”

“Yes,” she breathed through clenched teeth. She tried to arch her back further, letting her mouth make contact with his, but just as she could feel his lips touch hers, he pulled away, teasing her.

“I think I want to hear you beg,” he whispered.

Harley giggled. She knew that their version of begging might differ from other couples’. A devilish gleam sparkled in her eye and she threw her forehead against his, making him stumble backwards. He laughed, rubbing his head with the back of his hand. She stood back, hands on her hips, waiting for him to engage. Which he did, reaching out fast and grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her back. “Pleeeeaaasssse…” she purred, stroking his cheek.

“Cute,” he snarled, using her hair as leverage and tossing her into the empty bookcase at his side. She hit with a smack and slid down to her knees, trying to shake the darkness away. Before she could recover, he was coming at her again. She tried to crawl away, knowing that the enclosed space between the wall and the desk was too small to use her agility against him. He caught up quickly and kicked her hard in the ass, shoving her forward. He laughed and kicked again, but this time she rolled to her back, catching his foot and pulling with all her strength until he fell to the floor on his back. “Bitch,” he growled as she leapt onto his chest, her knees pinning his shoulders to the floor.

“Pretty talk,” she purred, leaning down and licking his face, from the tip of his marred chin, over the ridge of his nose and ending at his hairline. She sat back, looking down at him as brought his hands to her breasts, gripping them tightly and massaging firmly. She moaned softly, putting her hands over his, guiding them to where she wanted to feel them. He gripped either cup of the peignoir that held her breasts high. With a careless tug, her chest spilled into view, leaving a mess of shredded red fabric which he threw aside. “I liked that nightie!” she whined.

“Get used to disappointment.” Putting his hand over her face, he pushed her back off of him and stood up. He took a step towards her and she somersaulted backwards, just out of his reach, and to her feet.

“Oh come on, baby… just one little kiss!” she exclaimed, launching herself at him and throwing a punch that he dodged easily. His reflexes quick, he grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back easily and crashing her forehead into the desk two times. She tasted the blood before she felt the pain, licking it from the wound where she had bitten her lip as her head made contact with the desk. She tried to struggle from his grasp, but he was tired of playing.

He held her down tightly over the desk, not allowing her to move one muscle without tightening his hold on her arm. Her shoulder ached dully, but the delicious burning of the pain blocked out anything else. “Are you going to be a good girl, or do I have to play rough?” he rasped. He kicked her legs apart, giving her more balance as he kept her bent over the desk.

“I’m always good,” she panted, feeling his fingertips tracing each vertebrae. He smiled when he saw the handprint that he’d left earlier, still bright pink against her pale skin. She gasped when he pinched the flesh hard enough to leave two small bruises later.

“That you are, pet. But I’m afraid you haven’t begged quite enough yet.” The rough calluses on his fingertips scraped patterns across the sensitive skin where her thigh connected to the curve of her backside. He used his hands to push her open to him. The soft pink lips of her sex were already a swollen pout, ready to open at the first gentle coaxing. She wanted to cry out as he pinched first one lip, then the other between his fingertips, but she knew better. If she gave any indication of her pleasure at this point, he would stop-- knowing that the torture would only make her want him more. He pressed two of his fingers inside of her again, moving within in slow circles that seemed to spiral deeper. She couldn’t help but move her hips slightly in response to his manipulations.

“Pleeeeeaaaaaaassssseeeee…” she groaned again, clawing at the hard surface, her nails leaving streaks in the finish. He spread his fingers open inside, twisting his wrist as he pulled them out. She tensed her body, readying herself for his inevitable invasion. It came fast, driving her across the desk beneath her. She felt the ends of his hair tickle her back as he leaned forward, keeping still inside of her and laying his head on her back. Harley tried to push herself up a bit, but it was no use. He held her down with one hand in the middle of her back. With the other, he knotted it in the tangled, blonde locks and pulled her to a near-standing position. Her body was warm against him and he inhaled the scent of her hair. Her smell enflamed his senses and he started to thrust into her, picking up a rhythm that she could match. He reached around her, flicking the small nub of flesh at her center a few times, making her writhe against him faster. He laughed and pulled away slightly, letting his fingertips trill up the center of her belly, between her breasts and finally to caress and stroke the pale skin of her throat. She tossed her hair out of the way and shivered as he toyed with the cuff of her ear. When she began to arch back into him, he purred with satisfaction and she felt his hand closed around her neck. With a strong arm, he pulled her back further, crushing her body against him and nearly lifting her off her feet with the force of his thrusting.

When she whimpered, he only growled with pleasure, making him tighten his grip around her throat. She feared for a moment that she would pass out, but when his movements became frenzied, she found she didn’t care. Her only worry was that she would suffocate before reaching orgasm. But she needn’t have worried, as he brought her up fast, pinning her body between his punishing movements and the desk beneath. When they came, it was together in a panting heap that left them with little strength left to crawl apart. He moved first, falling back into the chair behind him and pushing his hair out of his face.

“See… I knew you liked me.”