Submission

A/N: Alrighty, this was a request made by an awesome Joker friend of mine, and she wanted the Joker to be dominated for a change. At first I didn't think I could make this in character, but I turned it into "vengeance sex", so I'm hoping it'll work. I basically relied on humor as well, so hopefully this isn't just a total pile of crap. lol Enjoy! ;)

"Submission"

With a groan, the Joker slowly opened his eyes and blinked in order to focus his vision, yet the room was spinning so much that he had trouble taking in his surroundings. From what he could discern, he was on top of feminine sheets in the middle of an equally feminine room, and he was…tied to the headboard?

Jerking his arms in frustration, the Joker gave a low snarl when he realized he was bound with rope, the fibers digging into his skin as he grit his teeth and tugged with all his might. If there was anything he hated in the world, it was being outsmarted. Who the hell had managed to get him in their bedroom?

"Comfortable, Joker?"

Jerking his head to the left, the clown prince's eyes widened when none other than Rachel Dawes entered the bedroom, a silken teddy adorning her lithe figure as she waved derisively in his direction. When all he did was snarl in response, she gave him a mocking pout while admonishing "Now, now, don't give me that look, J – surely you know you've been asking for this? The other night you humiliated me in front of hundreds of people at Harvey's fundraiser, so now it's my turn to humiliate you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" the Joker snapped. "How are you planning on 'humiliating' me, hmm? Because dressing up in hot lingerie and tying me to a bed is a little misleading, don't you think? I mean, uh…I'm not against it or anything, but you're sending me mixed signals here."

"Well then allow me to clear things up" Rachel cooed, now motioning toward a camera positioned in the far corner of the room. With a proud smirk, she moved over toward the digital device before turning it on with a flourish, her sultry gaze now meeting with the Joker's as she purred "After we have our little fun, I'll be sure to post this to as many sites as possible."

The Joker chuckled. "Alriiiight, a little 'home movie' time, is that it? 'Cause somehow I think this'll give me bragging rights more than anything else, especially to your darrrling little Batfag."

"Oh no, not at all" Rachel coyly returned, "and do you know why? It's because it won't be you ordering me around, but the exact opposite. You'll be dominated and made weak in front of all of Gotham, and I know how that's your biggest fear."

The Joker stiffened. "You don't know anything about me and my so-called 'fears'."

"Oh, no? Then why is it you never show any emotion? That you never show a semblance of humanity?"

"Listen, you stupid bitch, this isn't a damn course on psychology, I-"

"It's because you're afraid of appearing weak, and I'm here to bring that weakness out of you" Rachel stubbornly interjected, smirking as she allowed the wrap from her outfit to slip from her shoulders. Sauntering over toward him, she mounted the edge of the bed before crawling into his lap, her lips now at his ear as she purred "Let the games begin, Chuckles."

"Uhh…wrong clown."

Ignoring him, Rachel licked the shell of his ear while reaching in between their bodies, her hand curling between his legs as she heard him give a low groan. "You like that?" she cooed, now sending the camera a sly look over her shoulder. "Why don't you tell our little viewers how much?"

"Go to hell, you stupid… Ow!"

Tensing when Rachel squeezed him too tightly yet again, he bit his lips and curled his toes from the pleasure-pain, his arousal growing traitorously stiff as he looked up into Rachel's triumphant blue eyes. That bitch. He wouldn't let her have the satisfaction.

Trying his best to struggle, the Joker felt a momentary sense of surprise when Rachel's palm connected with his cheek. Her gaze stern and unwavering, she coolly snapped down at him "Now unless you're going to give me what I ask for, you'd better stop moving! We don't have much time until Harvey gets back, so I expect you to only use your body to please me – do we understand one another?"

The Joker couldn't believe what he was hearing. A part of him was tempted to laugh, so that's exactly what he did. Throwing his head back amidst his delight, he began writhing with a laughter that was soon reduced to high-pitched giggling, Rachel's fists repeatedly pummeling his face and chest due to her frustration.

"Shut up!" she shouted, "Shut up!"

This naturally only amused the Joker all the more, his hips twisting beneath hers as he wriggled about with the hopes of getting her away from his arousal. If he was going to be on some type of viral movie, he sure as hell wasn't going to show that he enjoyed it!

Finally growing fed up with his struggling, Rachel gave a dramatic sigh while announcing "I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but you've given me no choice. I usually like to give my men some freedom with their legs – makes for better sex – but you're proving to me that you can't handle such privileges."

Now slipping back off the bed, Rachel bent over and went fishing inside a duffel bag before extracting some more rope, the Joker giving a growl when she began fastening his feet to the bed posts.

"Hmm, you're a naughty little ADA, aren't you?" he purred, wincing when she knotted the rope tighter than necessary. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were using this whole 'humiliation' ploy as an excuse to fuck Gotham's most wanted. It seems to me that your little string of 'good boys' aren't doing anything for you."

"Don't talk to me unless I address you first!" Rachel snapped, her gaze livid as she dug her nails into his ankles.

"Hmm, no whips and chains?"

"No, because I know you'd want that."

The Joker gave a mocking pout. "Well gee, if you're going to fuck me against my will, you might as well make some compromises, don't you think?"

"Don't make me gag you!" Rachel warned. Now resituating herself back in the Joker's lap, she slipped the straps to her teddy past her shoulders, then pushed the material down over her full, supple breasts. Even though the Joker had been laughing amidst this development, he suddenly stopped and stared at her stiff, dusky pink nipples, his teeth gnawing absently into his lower lip as his dark, animalistic eyes slowly moved back up toward Rachel's face. She was rather beautiful despite her infuriating determination, and the way her legs were hugging his hips was proving to be rather…distracting, to say the least.

Tired of her just sitting there, the Joker jerked his hips upward with the hopes of getting her to react, Rachel giving a surprised yelp as the stiff fabric of his pants rubbed against her aching point. Biting her lip to fight off a small whimper, she gripped at the lapels of his coat and tried her best to slow the soft, excited pants of her breathing, the heat flooding into her face due to her realizing how much a simple thrust had affected her. She knew she had to regain control if she wanted her plan to work, but instead she chose to sit there frozen like a frightened animal, her bottom lip quivering as heat continued to pulse wetly between her thighs. Embarrassment flooded her features due to her not wearing any panties, because she knew the Joker might be able to feel her excitement if it seeped through his pants. She couldn't let him win…she wouldn't!

With this as her newfound incentive, Rachel slowly lifted the bottom of her teddy before turning and untying one of the Joker's hands. Now taking him by the wrist, her lips brushed against his as she urged his gloved hand in between her long, shapely legs. Her breath catching in her throat, she made a small, pleased little noise as she began to grind against his fingers, her mouth meeting harshly with his as she parted her legs with the hopes of him deepening his exploration.

The Joker, needless to say, was considerably surprised by this sudden change of behavior. At first Rachel had seemed scornful of him, but now she almost seemed desperate for a bit of contact. If there was anything that he enjoyed more than chaos, it was proving people wrong, so the fact that Rachel now seemed to desire him naturally pleased him more than anything. Wanting to hear more of her moans, he began to probe at her damp folds while licking her quivering mouth.

Making a soft, breathy little noise in the back of her throat, Rachel curled her toes as the Joker forced her to grind more urgently against his fingers, her heart fluttering in her chest when she heard him give a low growl. She hated to admit it, but she liked hearing that sound coming from him; it meant she finally had a semblance of control and, more importantly, that he really was human.

When he jerked his hips against her thigh, Rachel was more aware of his arousal than ever and couldn't help but gasp, her breasts tightening at the thought of riding him as he bucked up into her. She felt quite embarrassed by how aroused he'd made her, but she knew there was no masking it now that he'd both felt and heard the incriminating evidence. Grinding her hips back and forth against him, the rough fabric of his pants rubbed against her soft flesh, and her nails dug deeper as she felt his erection pressing against her outer folds through his pants. The sensation made Rachel want to scream, her head tossing back with a breathless gasp when she felt a finger enter her core. Cursing, Rachel gripped at the Joker's shoulders and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, her body shuddering as the acute ache in her loins only intensified. She could feel her body gripping at him as he probed her moist depths, her breathing turning into soft, shallow pants as her hips began to mimic his movements. He slowly built up speed as his thumb made small circles around her clit, and to Rachel's embarrassment, she could already sense an impending orgasm. It normally took quite a bit of foreplay to get her off, so the fact that only a bit of fingering was making her so hot and bothered surprised her.

Grabbing him by the tie, Rachel tightened it to the point that the Joker gagged slightly, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he gave her a perverse little leer. The hard bulge in between her legs seemed to rub more urgently against her rump as she did this, a smug little smirk coming to her lips as she purred "My, my, seems someone has a little erotic asphyxiation fetish…too bad I won't let you have that, because this isn't about your pleasure, remember?"

Pushing his coat off of his shoulders, Rachel forced the Joker to recline as she felt him continue to curl his fingers inside her warmth, her lips meeting with his as she began unfastening his ridiculous clothing. The way she saw it, he wore way too many damn layers, and it was beginning to frustrate her. After she'd finished with his vest, there was yet another damn article of clothing underneath, so she was honestly close to just ripping the buttons asunder. "I hate your tailor" Rachel irritably declared, her teeth nipping at his shoulder as she lightly scratched her nails along his abs. Feeling his hips lift up in anticipation, Rachel smirked and ran the fire of her tongue from his neck to his earlobe, her lips then moving to the planes of his torso as she nipped and licked at his scarred flesh. She noticed the Joker seemed especially anxious when she licked close to his aching point, his hips shifting so that his arousal bumped against her welcoming body.

Dipping her tongue into his navel, Rachel fought off the urge to laugh when she felt him tense up beneath her, her hands going to her teddy as she allowed it to slip down to her waist. The mixture of the sudden chill and the Joker's dark, burning gaze caused her nipples to stiffen, her lips parting slightly as she began to undo his zipper. "I'm not so sure you've been "good" enough for this" Rachel mockingly declared, her hand slipping into his pants before giving him a firm squeeze. "Why should I be nice to you now, hmm? I mean, I'm still crushed that you threw me out that window...I'm a very delicate creature." The coy look in her eyes, however, conveyed quite the opposite.

Grinning down at her, the Joker bit at his scars while purring "You, delicate? Well maybe if that means I'm a good, upstanding citizen." With a chuckle, he moved to touch one of her breasts, but Rachel promptly slapped his hand away.

"Ah, ah, ah, no touching unless I give you permission!" Narrowing her eyes, she coolly added "I don't appreciate that remark, by the way, so for that you're going to have to beg me to please you."

The Joker immediately soured. "You have got to be kidding me -- I don't beg anyone for anything. Got it?"

"Oh, you'll definitely be begging once I'm through with you" Rachel lowly returned, a sinister smile crossing her lips as she leaned forward and smirked. Moving to push the Joker's coat off to the side, she gave a surprised yelp and pulled her hand back in order to inspect the damage, her eyes widening when she saw the scarlet bloom dribbling down her palm. She then conceded that she must have wounded herself on one of his knives, her eyes cutting toward the Joker once she took note of how intensely he was staring at her. Following his gaze toward her bleeding hand, she soon realized that his irises almost seemed feral as he looked at the shallow wound, her stomach twisting into knots from both arousal and revulsion. She'd always known he was sick, but up 'til now she didn't know just how sick; apparently blood and chaos got him off more than what the average joe desired, so it was with tentative resilience that she decided to play around with this new discovery. If anything, this might be the ticket to getting him to beg for his release.

Taking a deep breath, Rachel moved her hand up toward her face before rubbing the bloodied palm against her mouth, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her free hand pinched and tweaked her stiff nipples. Bumping her hips against the Joker's, she tossed her head back and gave a strangled gasp as she reached for the knife that had cut into her skin, her limbs quivering as she leaned forward and hovered her mouth over his as she breathed heavily. Placing the steel of the blade against his throat, Rachel then crashed her lips against his and slipped her tongue into his open mouth, forcing him to taste the strong, coppery liquid of her own blood. Making a shallow gash along his throat in the same instant, Rachel rolled her lips down over his chin before licking at the bleeding injury, her womb clenching at the sound of his animalistic snarls. Even though the idea had initially seemed disgusting, she had to admit that the blood-letting wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be. In fact, it was almost…pleasurable, somehow.

Growling against her hair, the Joker bit down on her ear while purring "You're such an adventurous little slut, aren't you, beautiful? Why don't we, uh…just stop fooling ourselves, hmm? I know you want me, so just stop making us both suffer."

With her lips hovering over his, Rachel almost appeared as if she would acquiesce to his suggestion, but then her mouth brushed against his ear as she gave a smug "Never" and smirked. Licking the Joker's neck one last time before sitting back up, her body trembled with feverish desire as she locked eyes with the clown prince. His burning gaze made her cheeks grow hot, her breathing coming in soft, shallow pants as she decided that she really did want to please him. Unfortunately for the Joker, she also wanted to win, so she chose to offer him a prelude before giving him what he truly wanted.

Holding the knife steady in her hand, Rachel then slipped the blade in between her legs and closed her eyes. She could still see his dark, animalistic irises burning in her mind, her hand turning the blade so the hilt could rub against her moist, stimulated nub.

With a soft gasp, she tilted her hips and began to grind almost desperately against the handle, her knees quivering as the ache in between her legs only intensified. Rachel knew she couldn't get off with touch alone, so she carefully forced the hilt of the blade to penetrate her. Biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her soft moans, she purposely began rubbing her thighs together so that she got scratched. Her actions weren't rough enough to deeply break the skin, but she found that she was gradually developing several red welts.

Bringing a hand to her left breast, Rachel imagined the Joker pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple with his rough, insatiable touch. Moaning his ridiculous pseudonym, she began to pump the handle inside her at a more frantic pace, her back arching as she pictured the Joker licking a warm, sensual trail from her neck to her ear.

"Oh!" Now panting as she removed the hilt from her hot center, Rachel brought the blade up to her mouth and carefully gave the knife a long, deliberate lick. As she manipulated the blade like a whore in heat, she imagined that it was the Joker's arousal that she was so diligently pleasuring, her free hand running through her hair and curling against her cheek. Whimpering lightly, she began to move her hips back and forth for the much desired friction, her eyes finally opening as she continued to carefully suck and lick the blade. The pressure building up inside her was beginning to be too much to bear, her body quivering as her sultry gaze locked with the Joker's.

Feeling his mouth go dry, the clown prince snarled in disgust when he realized that that had probably been the most arousing thing he'd ever seen. Sex wasn't that important to him – it wasn't! -- so he'd prove to her that he could live without her taunting advances. He had to if he wanted to save face, for all of Gotham could end up seeing the damn tape.

"Cute" he finally purred, "but not good enough. If you want me begging, you're going to have to do a lot better than that."

Feeling her cheeks redden amidst her frustration, Rachel felt a burst of fury alight her features since she was the one calling the shots here, not him! Deciding that enough was enough – if she didn't hurry things along, she knew the Joker might be able to regain his bearings – she took the knife and cut the remaining closure of his pants. The sound of ripping fabric brought an unexpected jolt of pleasure to her core, her legs straddling his thighs as she leaned forward and drew the blade across his stomach. Lowering her mouth to the wound, she then began kissing lower until she felt his hips lift in anticipation, her hands tugging at his pants until she brought them down to his ankles and got back into position.

Rachel had never been a fan of giving oral stimulation, but somehow the thought of having this maniac lying helpless beneath her was thrilling. Curling a hand around his length, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue in a circular motion along his tip, the nails of her free hand digging into his thigh as she made a little noise in the back of her throat. She could taste his excitement, and her womb clenched in unabashed anticipation of the coupling that would surely come, his hips tilting upward as her lips wrapped more tightly around him. Smoothing her tongue along his hardness, Rachel drew him in deeper until his tip rested against her throat, her body shuddering as she allowed her gag reflex to massage him.

Tilting his head back, the Joker gave a low snarl and fisted Rachel's hair in his hand, his toes curling as she continued to use that gifted tongue in ways he never thought possible. Harvey was one lucky bastard…

Teeth gritting, the Joker began to eagerly thrust up into Rachel's awaiting mouth, a low growl rumbling in his throat when she gave him an exceptionally long, deliberate lick.

Feeling her moans vibrating down his shaft, he began to jerk his hips at a more frantic pace as she tightened the suction of her lips. Almost there… Almost…

And then suddenly….she stopped. The bitch actually stopped right when he was about to finally come undone.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Rachel gave the Joker a smug smirk while cooing "Aww, well what's wrong, J? Are you unsatisfied? 'Cause I can change that, you know…I can give you everything and more if you just beg."

The Joker snarled. "How many times do I have to tell you, I will never beg!?"

"Alright" Rachel slyly agreed in a sing-song manner, "whatever you say, J." Now making a show of getting off the bed, she mentally counted her steps as she waited for him to call out to her – she knew he would – and she wasn't to be disappointed. After only a few short footfalls, she heard the Joker demand if she was actually going to leave him there like that. With a grin, she turned back around while returning "Well of course I am, J! Although maybe I should tie you back up so you can't use your hand."

As Rachel moved back toward him to follow through with her threat, the Joker seized her by the wrist and pulled her forward so that they were nose to nose, his gaze dark and threatening as he snarled "Get back on this bed. Now."

His command was arousing, to say the least, but Rachel fought against the urge to obey as she coolly returned "I'll only get back on the bed if you beg for it, J, and trust me…it'll be well worth it. I believe in pleasuring men as much as they deserve, so go on…beg me."

The Joker's cheeks burned with rage – and dare he think it, humiliation? – but he found himself sullenly agreeing "Alright, alright…I, uh…I want you."

"What was that?" Rachel coyly asked, now cupping a hand over her ear. "I don't think our little audience can hear you, J. I'm afraid you're going to have to speak up."

Snarling, the Joker tugged at his restraints while shouting "I said I want you, you stupid bitch, so get your ass back on this bed!"

"Oh my, temper, temper! I don't think I like this side of you, J" Rachel cooed, pretending to be offended as she placed a hand against her cheek. "If you want me to do as you say, I'm afraid you're going to have to ask nicely, and tell me what it is you want."

Stiffening, the Joker miserably glared down at his feet as he took a deep breath in order to calm his rage. Rachel was really trying his patience, but the throbbing ache in between his legs was interfering with his normal sense of control. Damn her!

After a moment more of Rachel's unbearably smug silence, the Joker looked back up at her while muttering "I, uh…I need you to get me off, so please help me? Pretty please with sugar and cyanide on top?"

With a laugh, Rachel slyly returned "Well gee, J, why didn't you just say so in the first place? I could've helped you so much sooner!"

Wishing he could smack the smug smile off her face, the Joker didn't have any time to react before Rachel took him back in her mouth. Gritting his teeth, he arched his back and gave a low snarl from the sensation of her teeth and tongue, his features contorting in sheer pleasure as he began to jerk his hips.

Limbs quivering, Rachel grasped at the Joker's thighs as he continued to thrust into her awaiting mouth, her soft moans vibrating down his shaft as her nails raked across his skin. Twisting her lower body with the hopes of stimulating her bud, she gave a soft whimper of pleasure as she began to grind against the sheets, the Joker's hips jerking at a frantic pace as she tightened the suction of her lips.

Licking, nipping, and sucking at his length, her eyes fluttered closed as she reached a hand down in between her legs to touch herself. Whimpering as she pressed two fingers past her swollen folds, Rachel sucked more frantically at the Joker's arousal and began to buck her hips. The sound of his soft snarls made her pride swell and her body hunger for him, her soft, stifled moans a testament to the fact as she felt him thrusting more urgently into her mouth.

The fingers working inside her were bringing Rachel closer and closer to the edge, but she didn't want that…not in this manner. Deciding that it was time to finish this once and for all, Rachel forced the Joker's hips to stay still as she slowly withdrew from his length, her lips tightening in a suction-like ring as she gradually removed her mouth from his arousal. Giving his tip one last long, deliberate lick, she smirked at him before crawling forward and forcing him to sit up. Propping her forearms along his shoulders, Rachel bit the Joker's bottom lip before gliding her tongue across the afflicted area, her body lowering so that she teased the tip of his member with her moist folds. Without warning, she eased a third of his manhood inside her slick passage, her teeth clenching as she fought her damndest not to succumb and sink down the rest of the way. Slowly working her hips, she forced back a gasp as she quivered and hurriedly withdrew, her mouth brushing against his as she whispered, "Is this what you want, J? Me at your mercy, willing to do whatever it takes for a little pleasure?"

"I…uh…"

"Say it, J…say you want to fuck me."

Wincing, the Joker caught sight of the camera and was hesitant, but then she moaned and eased his tip back inside her slick womb, her teeth sinking into his earlobe as she pressed her hardened nipples against his chest.

"Say it" she urged yet again, only this time there was much more force behind her words.

Swallowing, the Joker struggled to think straight as she moved, her lips brushing against his neck as she dotted several warm, ardent kisses along his skin and ghosted her breath against his ear. She kept urging him to say the words that could bring him his salvation, yet he didn't want to give in. He couldn't if he wanted to remain in control, and yet… He swallowed. Whether he liked it or not, he really did want Rachel, so he knew he needed to sacrifice his pride if he ever hoped to have her.

Taking a deep breath, the Joker leaned back against the headboard as he gruffly declared "I want you to fuck me, you dirty little slut, because I know we'll both enjoy it. Now shut up and do your job."

Grunting when Rachel smacked him, the Joker grimaced as his ears began to ring from the force of the blow, yet the sensation of Rachel withdrawing from his arousal was by far the most displeasing to his senses.

"No, wait" he hissed, swallowing as he watched her firm backside begin to retreat from him. "Don't go, I uh…I meant what I said, ok? I, uh…" He glared off to the side, hating himself at that moment as he finished with a defeated "I want to fuck you. …Please."

With a triumphant little smirk, Rachel moved back over to him while purring "Alright J, let's give you what you want then, shall we?"

The Joker was about to give a smart-assed comment, but soon decided against it since he didn't want to jeopardize his pleasure. Just when Rachel was about to give him what he wanted, however, she withdrew yet again while declaring "Oh, and one more thing…you cannot cum until I say so, understand? This night is about my pleasure, not yours, so you can't receive any satisfaction until I receive mine. Got it?"

The Joker clenched his teeth, but nodded in spite of himself. By this point, he was pathetically desperate for contact of any kind.

"Good" Rachel cooed, her lips almost mockingly touching his before she sat up and gradually eased the Joker inside her. Her face contorting in pleasure, she gave a soft gasp and curled her toes as she worked her way down his shaft, her juices assisting in the descent as they both shared a lustful shout.

Wishing he could clutch at her soft, curvaceous figure, the Joker groaned as her body gripped and rode him at a steady pace. "Shit" he cursed, his breathing turning into low, shallow pants as Rachel's nails dug into his biceps. Trying to thrust up into her warmth in order to hurry along her climax, he gave a frustrated moan when Rachel forced his hips to stop moving.

"This is my time, remember?" she snapped, making sure to be loud enough for the camera to pick up. "Keep still, or I will leave you here! No exceptions!"

Glaring up at her, the Joker snarled as he resigned himself to lying still, his eyes fluttering when Rachel began to ride him at a more frantic pace. The sight of her breasts bouncing made him wish he could touch her, yet he didn't dare try anything lest she stay true to her threat. Instead he forced himself to close his eyes and concentrate on the warm, delectable tightness of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft, his hands curling into two tight fists as he bit his lip to the point of pain. Yes, yes, yes…

"Almost…there" Rachel panted, her hands pinching and twisting her nipples as she tossed her head back and gave a soft, breathy moan. Rotating her hips so that she massaged all of her inner nerve endings, she then used her inner muscles to clench at his cock, relax around him, then repeat her actions yet again. The tease caused the Joker to moan and writhe beneath her, the blue of her eyes now a lusty sheen as she purred "Do you want to cum, J?"

"Yes" he growled out, sweat beading along his brow.

"Well then I'm afraid you'll have to wait, 'cause I'm not done yet" she sternly returned, smirking when he gave a frustrated snarl and wriggled beneath her. Digging her nails into his shoulders, Rachel bit down on his earlobe while pressing her stiff nipples against his chest, her body rising and falling against him as her movements grew more frantic and rough.

Tossing his head back, a low growl rumbled deep in the Joker's chest as he began to thrust up into her heat, Rachel no longer seeming to care as she harshly groped and bit at his willing vessel of a body. They were both now an entanglement of quivering animal sex, the Joker snarling against Rachel's throat as he felt her contracting around his arousal.

"Shit…" she cursed, tossing her head back as she choked on a moan. Her orgasm had taken her completely by surprise, but the release flooded down her thighs in a sticky flow as she gripped at her conquest's shoulders, the Joker bucking his hips as she milked him in a tight vice. With a hoarse shout, he nearly came right then and there, his eyes rolling back in his head as Rachel's tightness massaged his cock. And then…..it was over?

Opening his eyes, the Joker stared at Rachel in bewilderment as she crawled off of him and began to re-clothe herself, his temper flaring as he snapped "I didn't cum yet, you stupid bitch! You said you were going to help me get off!"

"Actually, I recall saying something like 'I believe in pleasuring men as much as they deserve,' remember? And as far as I'm concerned, you do not deserve to get off" Giving him a coy wink, Rachel began to fasten her earrings to her lobes as she tried not to laugh.

Positively livid, the Joker tugged furiously at his bindings while shouting "You can't just leave me like this! You seemed to be enjoying yourself just now, so you can't deny that you'll be back for more! This is your own damn bedroom, you know!"

Giggling, Rachel coyly agreed "Well yes, yes it is, but I plan on letting the GCPD come and pick you up as soon as I leave. So remember, J: don't bend over when you pick up the soap!"

"You bitch! I'll make you pay for this, do you hear me!? I'll paint the town red with your blood!" the Joker screeched, his voice getting higher amidst his rage as his face turned bright red. As Rachel grabbed her purse and went walking toward the door, he began frantically tugging at his bindings as he hollered after her "Hey! Hey! Get back here, you stupid slut! And turn that camera off!"

"Well why?" Rachel asked, now turning back around as she gave him an innocent look. "I'm just giving the people what they want, J, and apparently that's to see you tied up against your will." With a wink, she blew him a kiss while adding "Oh, and thanks for the quickie", her hips swinging back and forth as he furiously watched her tight ass walk away.

…So much for his fantasy of dominant women.

A/N: If someone draws me this, I'll love you forever and write you a thousand porn stories. Er...or maybe one. lol Do you have any idea how HARD it is to find erotic art of these two? I'll give you a hint: VERY, because there ISN'T any!!! *pouts*

P.S. Let's just say that THIS is the true reason why J had Rachel killed in the movie. LOL Poor J, getting used... Ah well, it's about time since he's typically the user. >:)