Mister J's Phychologist

chapter five

guns

It's been two days since I delivered the guns to Joker's men. I gained the courage to go back to work, I dressed in a dark purple button up shirt and a black skirt and my normal black heels.

I set my purse down by my desk and checked my patient list. Only now I don't see Miss Cron on the list. Just like usual I go over and visit the Joker, I sit down and adjust my glasses. He's wearing a straight jacket like normal, and blue clothes. "I did it," I muttered.

"I know," he says.

"How did you know?" I look up at him, his blue eyes locked on mine.

He smirks, "I have my ways," he licks his lips and looks at my parted lips. He leans forwards towards me, "come here" i follow his order, i scoot the chair back a bit and lean towards him. He leans as close as he can until our lips meet. I can't help but raise a hand to his face as we kiss. Our lips colliding, our tongues tangling together.
He tastes like smoke and mint, he pulls away from the kiss his red lipstick smudged, "come here baby" he leans back in his chair.

I glance to the door where two guards stand outside. "I don't know if this is a good idea" I stood up anyways.

"Come. here."

I glance back to the door before looking back to him and making my way over to him. I stand between his spread legs looking down at him. He lifts his hips and looks up at me. "Pull 'em off" he commands.

I swallow thickly, "they will hear Mister J"

"I don't care, pull them down," he says again. He isn't asking and he won't stop telling me until I do it. I sigh and reach down slowly, pulling his pants down a bit. The bulge in his underwear is much more noticeable now since he is back to leaning back in his chair and looking up at me. "I would fuck you properly but im a little... tied up" he says.

I chuckle softly and lean back against the table. I grip the edge of the cold metal, my heart speeding up and my cheeks heating up. "Oh come on, don't be shy" he stands up from his seat. As crazy as it sounds, I haven't seen him at his full height yet. He stands at a nice 6'5 before me. Towering over me, he leans down a bit and I lean back more to fully look up at him. "Get on the table and pull your panties down" he whispers.

I swallow thickly, I grip my skirt and shift it up my legs before I sit down on the edge of the cold metal table, I lift my hips and pull my panties down my legs.

"Good girl" he growls, "be a dear and take my cock out"

So I do. I reach into his boxers and grip him. He's thick, very thick and quite veiny. I pull his boxers down, I see him in the light and the size makes me nervous. I look back up at him for his next command. He grins down at me, his silver teeth on display for me. "You know what to do," he says.

I look back down and pull him closer to me by his penis. He chuckles but compiles and steps between my thighs. I hesitate before I run his tip between my slick folds. I put him at my entrance and take a deep breath as he moves his hips and starts to push inside me. My lips part and my head falls back, "fuck" I moan.

"Dirty girl" he starts to thrust his hips back and forth, I grip the edge of the table for support. He thrusts in to the hilt before pulling out to his tip only to slam back inside me, "you're so fucking tight" his brows knit and he growls. "This is gonna be so much better when I'm not all locked up" I gasp, my brows knitting as I lay back on the table.

He pounds into me not letting up, "fuck" I have to bite down on the back of my hand not to make a noise. My thighs tighten around his hips, the grip I have on the edge of the table is turning my knuckles white. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down harder on the back of my hand to hold my cry of pleasure. My orgasm slams into me like a train. A soft whimper escapes my mouth.

After a few more thrusts I can tell he is getting closer to the edge so he eases out of me with a soft groan, he shoots his load across my pussy and thighs. He comes with a groan of pleasure before taking a step back and looking down at my shaking form. I released my hand from my mouth, my teeth left a deep red mark on my hand, my skin almost cracked. If I bit down any harder I would have started bleeding.

When I collect myself enough to sit up I have to help him tuck himself back into his boxers and pull his pants up. I slide off the edge of the table and pick my panties up from the floor where they had fallen up. I pull them up my legs and pull my skirt back down. I run my sweaty palms down my skirt wiping them off.

He sits back down in his chair, "I'm gonna fuck you again"

I scoff softly and fix my hair, "Only if we don't get caught"

It was a mistake but damn if it didn't feel so good. I pack up my files and note pads. "I'll see you tomorrow for your next session, Mister J"

I walk out of the room without another word. My cheeks are burning as I walk down the hallway to my office and every time my thighs rub together I can feel his release. I sink down in my office chair thinking about what I've just done, do I regret it? No. But I know that after we just did that everything will change. I never got to ask him anything or help him today. Well, I pretty much helped him in another way.

I pray no one noticed anything.