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"What exactly do you think you are doing?" Harley dropped the bag by the window, pausing with one leg out of it, eyes going wide with surprise. She hadn't expected to be discovered so soon, still, she could work with this. Joker crossed the room with a few long legged strides, grasping the blonde by her throat and dragging her bodily away from the window, holding her high enough she had to go on tiptoe not to choke. "You think you can just leave me? Me?" He shouted in her face, spittle flying to land on her cheek.
She shook like a rabbit caught in a snare, her voice rough from lack of oxygen. "I... I didn't think ya would notice, Mistah J..." she whimpered, more concerned by the saliva on her face than the fingers tightening around her throat.
"I wouldn't notice?! I always notice!" As his grip slightly tightened around her slim neck, his thumb reaches up and gently brushes across her lips. He couldn't help but grin as he could feel the fear inside of her. He wanted her, maybe, but he wanted that more. His classic laugh suddenly filled the room as he carefully stripped her leotard off, leaving a pool of red and black at her naked feet. He liked her vulnerable and exposed. "You're mine, kiddo! You're not going anywhere." He ran a possessive hand down her flesh, pausing to grip painfully across the yellow stains of bruises that had almost healed. Narrowing his eyes at her he shrugged his suspenders off, unbuttoning his white dress shirt with his free hand.
Her big, terrified eyes followed his every movement, unable to disguise the undercurrent of desire that his actions gave her. Her gaze trailed across his body like a lover's caress, but there was still a hint of the defiance that had caused her to pack her bags in the first place. She bit her lip to keep the denial from escaping her, but still had to clench her small fists to avoid reaching out to him. She wanted him far more than she feared him, always had. That was the hook he kept sunk so deep in her that she could never get away.
He finally released his grip upon her throat, leaving a slightly red hand print from the force he put into the grasp. He threw his shirt across the room, his bare abdomen held against hers as his gaze was focused solely on her eyes. Those big doe eyes that made him hard as they filled with tears and terror. Her soft stomach pressed against his as he pinned her against the wall. His suit pants slowly began sliding towards his ankles. "I'm gonna have to punish you, Harls..." The growl in his voice was dark and dangerous, lust and longing fortifying it with a brutal intensity.
Every inch of her trembled at his words, the dark purpose in them lancing through her. She should hate him, yell at him, but instead she yearned. Against her better judgement her body pressed closer against him, a hand trailing across his chest as she turned her eyes aside. "I know Mistah J..." she whispered. She deserved this, and she wanted it more than she could admit. Part of her knew it wasn’t right, that his threats and violence shouldn’t make her so hot and wet between the legs, but she had been with him long enough now that the reaction was almost instant.
As his suit pants were kicked off, his boxers went with them, his rock hard shaft pressed against the inside of her bare thigh as he gazed down at the jester. The fear in her eyes, mixed with lust, was driving him forward. He called it 'punishment,' but it was truly just a way to satisfy himself. His lust for her. "On your belly..."
She whimpered, need and terror whipping her senses into a frenzied confusion. With another shiver she slowly turned from him, stretching out on her stomach, offering the graceful curve of her back and behind to him. She tucked a hand into her mouth, biting down to hold back the moan of need trying to escape her. She could feel the grit of the floor against her flesh, grounding her in the moment. Of its own free will, her backside tensed in anticipation.
He shifted his weight and went down to his knees, lowering himself pulled her up by the hips, closer, his other hand holding her head down against the floor. With swift, efficient motions he struck a quick staccato of blows across the bruised flesh. Harley whined, part need part refusal, flinching and attempting to pull away. He laughed, dragging her up against his body by her hair and slowly grinding against her backside, his free hand gripping her curvy waist. He moved his face beside her ear, licked along the delicate shell, bit it harshly. Blood trickled down her neck and pressed her lips together to keep the pain inside. "Let me hear yah screeeeeam!" As he yelled the last word, he suddenly made his way deep inside her tight pussy, showing no hesitation and immediately began pounding her perfect body from behind.
Almost as if her body fought to oblige him, a small shriek of pain shot from her lips as they pressed into the cold floor. It didn't take her long to respond to his violent ministrations. Small sounds of pain and desire escaped her lips to accompany his rhythm, her hands clutching at the floor in protest. It was often like this between them, and her limbs tensed as she softened under his ministrations, surrendering to his violent will. She was his toy, a receptacle for the violence and need he plunged inside her.
His hand that held her down moved and began roughly spanking her backside, causing it to jiggle wildly with each brutal smack and thrust. His shaft plunged its way into her womb, his head tilted back as he buried every inch of him inside of her. "Harlsssss! Ugh!"
Amidst the moans and the small shrieks, as his hand rained heavy blows erratically across her backside, she murmured 'puddin' repeatedly, mind overwhelmed by the vicious and yet somehow compelling sensations he shot through her. Free from the implacable hold, she pushed her hands against the floor, allowing her hips to rock with his movements, driving him deeper. This was what she needed, this was what made her complete. The warmth built deep within her, the first tease of a climax jolting through her nethers.
"Ngh! Come on, Harls!" His sharp giggle shot through the air as he continuously and violently slammed into her tight body over and over again. The sound of their bodies colliding repeatedly filled the room, most likely heard from other rooms. His spanking hand rested on her bruised backside as she pushed herself back against him, his psychotic grin growing even wider. He knew he had her. He knew she wasn't going anywhere at this point. Now it was time to just have some fun!
Her legs shook as she spiraled towards the edge and over, his iconic laugh the final straw breaking across her reserve. He had her firmly in his grasp again, her eyes glazing over as her insides clamped against him. The heaviness of his hand on her bruised flesh staking a claim as surely as the aggressive fucking did. No one else could give her this, no one else could work her over with the artistry of her psychotic puddin. She was His.
With every passing minute, he was inching closer and closer to reaching the end. But he knew it wouldn't be the "end." He wouldn't let it. She had been far too close to leaving for him to let it just end after one time... Suddenly, after a quiet grunt escaped his red lips, a wave of his hot cum shot through her body and into her womb. His long cock throbbing uncontrollably as his thrusts stopped. "Aghhh!"
She twitched against him as he filled her, the heat against her womb drawing one more moan from her swollen mouth, kissing the floor was so hard on the face. She pushed back against him again, accepting everything he gave her with a cat-like arch of her back. "Good...Good!" His cold hands slowly ran across her arched back before quickly pulling his shaft out of her cum filled womb. He sat back against the couch, his legs bent at the knees and spread slightly as he beckoned her with his index finger. "Ohhh Harleyyyy..."
Still shuddering a bit she gave her head a little shake, as she sat back on her haunches, turning to look at the man that ruled her tiny world. A small smile tugging at her lips she crawled over to the couch, a roll to her hips as she seated herself between his legs, her eyes still lust glazed as they turned up to his face. Grasping her hair he pulled her face to his crotch, encouraging the jester to run her little pink tongue over and around his cock, cleaning up their combined juices.
She bent to the task with gusto, a small hum of contentment running through her whenever the grip in her hair tightened. Aiming to please as best she could, she took him deep into her mouth, encompassing the entirety of his softened member. Slowly, it began to twitch back to life, lengthening in her mouth as her tongue ran up and down the underside of his shaft. Finally, he was hard enough that when he gave a sharp tug on her pigtails she gagged.
"Mmm, that's it..." The tone in his voice was low and gravely as his hands gently grasped onto her curvy waist, slowly lifting her from between his knees, and then lowering her body down onto his rock hard length, forcing her down as far as she'd go. He would've loved to believe that had a firm hold on her. But in moments like this... it was her who had a grasp on him.
She thrilled at his touch, his words of approval. This was like a slice of heaven as her legs spread across his lap, sheathing him deep inside her. She brought her hands up to clutch at his shoulders, her lips pressing against his chin in a supplicants kiss. He gave her complete control, which was strange of him as he thrived on having control, as his hands relaxed on her hips. Her soft kisses brushed against his chin for a few seconds before he turned and met her lips with a passionate kiss. Being in control ... what a strange situation for the harlequin. She rocked against him, reveling in the sensations. His lips captured hers and she responds with a roughness she was not used to initiating. Teeth and tongue nipping and lapping at his mouth.
"Ngh..." Her tightness captured and began milking his long shaft as it penetrated her defiled womb once again. His tongue met hers in a brutal wrestling match between the two clowns as he began meeting her hips with thrusts of his own each time she went down on him. She pressed against him, her breasts crushing against his chest as they ground together. The nails on her fingers dragged down from his shoulders and across his back as she struggled to get closer, to have more of him. Each thrust he met her with forced a small grunt of pleasure from her lips into his mouth.
Feeling her perfect breasts against his scarred chest only urged him on further as his thrusts became more erratic and he guided her down onto his throbbing cock even faster to match his speed. With the friction of his scars against the peaks of her nipples, and the force of his thrusts deep into her core, she gave in again, a loud, keening climax as she pressed her face against his neck, trying to muffle the sound. He roughly pulled on one of her pigtails, lifting her mouth from his neck in an attempt to hear her screams of pure bliss as he began pounding her womb once again, this time from beneath her. Her warm juices began running down his pulsing cock and onto his lap, causing the smacking sound of their colliding bodies becoming wet. "Almost... You want more, kiddo?!"
Her own neck arched as he yanked on her pigtail, the sounds of bliss suddenly tinged with a small shriek of pain. She was giving him everything she had and more. The second climax fogged her brain, and she stared at his face, barely seeing him. She couldn't even process what he offered, she just moaned "Puddin..." soft and low.
"I'll take that as a yes! ...Ughhh!" Her moans turning him on even mor, his thrusts drastically speeding up for a few moments before a second wave of his hot cum is pumped deep into her perfect body. He slowly comes to a stop as every last drop enters her body, and he lets go of her waist causing her to sink down completely on his painfully throbbing cock.
She let out a strangled sob as he finished, and she eased all the way down onto his lap. The sensation of being so completely filled by her Mister J leaving a peaceful, sex-addled smile on her face. She nuzzled against his chest, kittenish as she let out a small purr of complete satisfaction. He mustered the energy to wrap one arm around her waist; to keep her held against his chest as he leaned back against the couch. Utterly exhausted, his eyes slowly closed as he thoroughly enjoyed having her against him.
She nestled into him, eyes closing in complete contentment. Nothing was better than this moment here. Her lips grazed his chest in a small kiss. "Love ya, puddin."
He wasn't quite sure how to reciprocate her feelings, although he knew he had to say something back to finish cementing the bond she had tried to break. He simply responded in the only way he knew how. "You're my girl, Harls..."
She sighed, contentedly. It was enough. She liked belonging to Mister J. She kissed his chest. "All yours, Mistah J."