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The Joker's Concubine	By : Jokersconcubine Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 17805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5

“How do you deal with it?” Her head was spinning was from the implications of her newfound vision. “The darkness, the emptiness? How do you live this way?”

“You become friends with the darkness. You make it your lover. You lie down with it at night and do naughty things with it.” His eyes sparkled. She wondered how she had initially missed how sexy those eyes were. She wondered briefly what they would look like filled with passion.

He must have noticed her wandering mind. “Desiree, Desiree, Desiree. Pretty name. A little classy for a whore, though. What does it mean?” She stiffened and turned her eyes to the wall. In a quiet, small voice she answered, “It means…desired one.”

“Ah, appropriate after all.“

She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, they were misty.

“Oh, my, my, my, but I do think I’ve stumbled upon a buried secret!” He moved to his feet with frightening quickness. “Let’s dig it up, shall we?” He moved quickly to her side of the table, almost skipping, and plopped himself down on the floor in front of her. He crossed his legs Indian style, placed his elbows on his knees and then propped his face on his hands. He looked up at her expectedly, like a child awaiting a good story.

She darted her eyes towards him before looking away again. “Let’s not.” He leaned back and slowly drew something from his pocket. She saw the gleam of the knife and remembered that he hadn’t yet said anything about letting her walk away from this encounter.

He deftly twirled it between his fingers, “Now, now, you don’t want me to become bored do you? Your life still rests on your conversational skills after all.” He kept his gaze locked on the spinning knife. “So…tell me. Why do you look so sad when you say your name means ‘desired one.’ “

“Someone else used to call me that. His desired one.” He slipped the knife back into his pocket and leaned back on his elbows.

“Who?”

She paused. “Someone who took the phrase a little too literally.” He gave her a wise glance, and licked his lips.

“Hmmm…what interesting layers my little onion has.” He stood up and walked towards her. He stopped mere inches from her. She could feel the heat of his body on her face. The nearness of him quickened her pulse. He grabbed a handful of her voluminous hair and yanked her head back, exposing her tender throat. He lightly traced his thumb against her pulsing jugular. Her heart pounded at his touch.

What’s happening to me? Why was she responding to strongly to this violent man? This amazing creature had walked into her life in one random moment and turned her life upside down. In the space of an hour, he had taken everything she thought she believed in and thrown it away. Now he had her body wrapped around his little finger. She, who had so often felt the touch of so many, was responding to this man like a virgin. His touch, his voice, had her nearly swooning.

Slowly his hand began to tighten on her neck. “I’m going to release your hair, and you’re going to be very still and very quiet and do exactly as I say.” He nodded his head at her. “Right?”

She gave a murmur of assent and he let her hair go. He placed his other hand around her neck as well. Slowly he tightened his grip, starting straight down into her eyes as her airways began to close. This is it. He’s going to kill me, on the most amazing night of my life. And yet, she could not bring herself to struggle. She kept her face locked on his and even as her heart pounded and her throat began gasping for her, she never took her eyes from his.

Her vision was blurring again, and she felt she might be on the verge of passing out. Just let it be quick.

“Desiree, look at me,” she heard, as though from a great distance away. She was losing focus but tried her best to keep staring up at him. He leaned down, his cheek pressed to hers as his strong fingers squeezed into her flesh. He whispered in her ear, so quietly she scarcely heard, “Good girl.”

He released her. Air came flooding into her lungs and she gasped down huge gulps of oxygen. She leaned forward, coughing and retched onto the table, as the hot tears stung her eyes. Good girl. Did he know? Could he know? Is it possible that with his keen perception he had guessed the truth? That all she had ever, ever wanted…was just to be good.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned towards him. He stood calm and composed, just observing her. “Get up.” She stumbled to her feet. He ruthlessly grabbed her upper arm and drug her towards the bed. “Bend over.” He shoved her face-first onto the bed. She felt him slide her dress up over her hips. She quivered like a woman who hasn’t been touched in years. He softly ran his hands over her hips as he stepped closer behind her. She could feel his erection straining against her through the course fabric of his trousers.

He trailed one hand down between her legs and slipped a finger into her panties. She whimpered into the bed spread at his touch. She heard his voice, soft and silky, laced with lust, “I just came within an inch of killing you and yet you’re soaking wet.” His finger was teasing her, softly brushing her outer lips. Her heart beat furiously in her chest. “Was it…the choking? Is my lady a masochist who revels in pain for pain’s sake? Hmmm. Perhaps a bit, I think. But I think it had more to do with something else. I think it had to do with two little words.” She groaned as he removed his hand and pulled away from her.

“Stand up.” She stood, straightened her skirt, and faced him. “Grab the money off the table.” She hastily stuffed the twenty dollar bills into her handbag. He look her dead level in her eyes and said, “Leave. Before I change my mind.”

Desiree grabbed her shoes and fled the room.
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