The Joker and Me

Chapter Nine: Nothing's Fair in Love and War

I had wanted the water only lukewarm, but it felt like ice coming out of the showerhead. I accepted it, as it was my first shower in what felt like years. I rubbed my face, slowly letting my hands fall to my side. I stood in the water stream, praying that I might melt away into the drain. But after only a few minutes, J banged on the door.

"Daddy's waiting!" He knocked again. I slowly shut the water off, but I didn't dare move. I felt like stone as the water dripped off my body onto the shower floor. J suddenly threw open the door, and I rushed to grab my towel. I wrapped myself up in it and turned away from him, instantly turning beat red. The Joker had seen me, and I was too embarrassed to flinch.

"My apologies, sugar. Daddy was just too impatient." I felt him walk up behind me, stopping just far away enough that he didn't touch me. I couldn't turn around to look at him. "I'm glad I was, though." His chuckle had a sinister feel to it.

"You said you would wait." I almost cried, trying to sound as innocent as possible. He bought it.

"Kitten, it's like I said: I just couldn't." He grabbed my arm and spun me around. I latched onto the towel so it wouldn't fall down. He leaned into my ear, breathing sharply down my neck. My breath kept catching in my throat. "I think your towel's falling." He reached for it, but I jumped back. I almost felt like I was hyperventilating, and I knew I looked like a deer in headlights.

"You are my trophy. Get over here." He was angry now, and he pointed at the ground in front of him. I trudged over about to cry. He opened his arms into a hug, and I walked into it, but I didn't hug him back.

"I know you're uncomfortable." He stroked my hair. "You're just so breathtaking." This made me smile. He could go from angry to a gentleman in an instant, and I finally felt like I was able to slightly control that.

"How about I get ready for bed and meet you there?" I leaned back and looked up into his eyes. They were starting to soften.

"That's a wonderful idea, princess. Lets just act like I came up with it." He winked, and I smiled back at him. He released me and turned to leave. "Your PJ's are sitting on the chair." He closed the door behind him.

What he called PJ's was just a pair of panties and a lacy tank top. I had never worn lingerie, but I was fairly certain that's what this was. I opened the door and walked out, and almost made it to the bed where J was before he threw his hand up.

"Before you get in, give me a twirl." I stood there, not moving for a second. His expression changed, and I quickly spun around to please him. He gave me an evil smile. "Again, but slower." I stood on my toes and walked as slow as possible, allowing him to see every angle. When I got back to the front, he was licking his lips. "Come here." I could almost hear a hunger in his voice.

I climbed under the covers, turning my back to him and curling up. He grabbed my side and flipped me over. I was staring at him now, mouth open from surprise. "Not tonight, precious." He started to rub the side of my face. "I have special plans for us." I began to sit up.

"What exactly-"

Before I could finish, J was against me, his faced pressed against mine. He just froze there for a second, as if he wanted me to make the first move. I was petrified, but without knowing it I puckered my lips. He began to kiss me back harder, pushing me back down onto the bed. His hands traveled down from my face to my hips, and his tongue began to enter my mouth. We stayed here for a minute, slowly making out. Soon he rolled over, and I was on top of him. He broke away for a second.

"Jackie." I almost jumped; he had never used my real name. We were both breathing heavily.

"You can call me Jack, J." I don't know why I had said it, but my unconscious must have told me to. That was all the permission J needed. He plunged onto my mouth again, but his hands traveled to my ass. He caressed it, and soon began to spank it softly. I moaned again him.

What was I thinking? I hadn't even protested; I had just let the most evil man in the world make out with me. My mind throughout kept telling me to stop, to pull away and make a break for it. My body, however, refused to listen. No matter how many times I thought: 'He has his guard down, RUN,' my body only moved in time with his. I soon began to feel our heartbeats catch up to one another.

J rolled me onto my back, and he was on top of me again. "I think that's enough for one night." He was breathing heavy still, but he still managed to wink. I was also out of breath, so I only nodded. I wasn't sure I could speak even if I tried. "Well, Goodnight then!" He rolled off of me and faced the other way, quickly falling into a deep sleep. I lay frozen, not even thinking of sleep. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, reliving what had just happened over and over.

The Joker hadn't asked for my consent, but I wasn't certain if I would have said no in the first place. I began to cry, realizing what was happening to me. J had predicted it since the beginning: 'I want to make you so dedicated to survival that you fear doing anything besides being mine.' And now, I did fear being anything besides his.