Come Break Me Down

Chapter 28

It was his last day of filming and he asked me to go pick up something to take the green out of his hair. I got back to the hotel a little later than expected and thought for sure he would be in the shower, but was I in for a surprise. Sliding the key card and pushing the door open, I was met with complete silence.

I dropped my purse and bag down on the table before walking farther into the suite. God, I wish there was a way that I could've seen the look on my own face when I noticed him. There he was, sitting patiently in a chair, arms folded and in full joker get up. This was my first encounter with this particular character and I was caught a little off guard.

I'm not going to lie, when I jokingly made the comment about me having sex with the joker, I just thought it meant Jared playing around, but no, this was intense. His appearance was extremely intimidating and unnerving, but at the same time, hot. He stood up and moved in my direction, glaring at me like he was going to tear me up. "I don't like to be kept waiting." When he spoke to me, he didn't even sound like himself and I realized that this would also be a mental challenge for me. He moved closer, trailing his leather covered fingers down the side of my face before stepping behind me.

His fingers moved along the back of my neck, under the straps of my dress. Lifting them, he pulled them off of my shoulders and down my arms. Still, he was quiet, not saying a word. The zipper on the back of my dress was pulled down and one swift yank of the fabric, he had it pooling around my feet. His eerie laugh in my ear as he pressed himself into my back, made the hairs on my arms stand on end. I could feel his cock already growing hard and straining against his pants. I was left standing there in my bra and panties. He walked around me, making me feel as if I were being subjected to an inspection of some sort. The way his eyes scanned over my body made me feel so exposed and I fought the urge to cover myself up. "Take that off." He waved his purple gloved finger at my blue bra. He stood patiently waiting until I slid it down my arms and let it drop to the floor.

Biting his lip like he was trying to decide what he wanted to do with me, I could swear he was purring. I looked up into those blue eyes and noticed that there was a coldness about him. "I'm going to have a little fun with you tonight." He snickered, sounding like himself, but not sounding like himself. He tilted his head to the side and pulled out a pocket knife. He gripped my wrist and spun me around fast, forcing me into his arms. "Really, Jared, a knife ?" I let out an annoyed breath.

He dropped his hands to his sides, pressing his chest against my back and leaned in closer to my ear, speaking in his normal voice. "Babe, it's to cut this off," he said, tugging on the back of my bra. "So, how can I do this if you don't play along?"

My back was to his chest and with his free hand, he wrapped his fingers around my throat. "Don't. Fucking. Move!" He growled into my ear, forcing my head back against his chest.

The cold sharpness of the blade moved along my skin, slowly down my side. He slid it underneath the thin waistband of my matching blue panties, cutting the fabric away from my hip. "I said don't move." He whispered into my ear, sliding the dull side of the blade across my belly. I let out a giggle and he once again backed up. "Seriously Ava? I'm trying to do what you wanted, but you're screwing me up. Let's just stop, I'll shower and you can color my hair."

"Nooooo! I'm sorry, I promise I won't laugh anymore. Please..."

"Last chance!" He got right back into character and once my panties were successfully cut free of my body, he squeezed my throat tighter. "Walk." He moved with me and once we got to the bed, he shoved me forward, making me bend over onto the bed. He tossed the knife on the floor. "Lay on your back and show me what belongs to me." He demanded.

I did as he asked, watching him kneel between them. He grinned down at me, leaning in and softly kissing my lips. I closed my eyes, struggling to not laugh. With force, he took both of my wrists and slammed them down onto the mattress above my head. "I will only tell you once, DO. NOT. MOVE. YOUR. HANDS. If you do, I promise not to be as sweet as I have already been. Do we understand each other?"

Nodding my head and giving him a weak, "yes," trying to play the part of his submissive girlfriend. This seemed to satisfy him and earned me another soft kiss. His head began to move down my body, placing soft, delicate kisses on the skin between my breasts. He took his time caressing each hard nipple with his tongue before moving back to his original path, down the center of my body.
Slowly, he dragged his wet tongue down my ribcage, past my belly button. Kissing very softly over the skin covering my hips, he teasingly stopped short of where I wanted his mouth the most. Pulling his body up, he grinned down at my already wet core, he just sat there for a few seconds. He looked away, pulling the gloves off of each hand, tossing them on the bed next to us. I watched him rake his fingernails up the inside of each thigh, moving outward, toward my knees. He pushed them both apart, spreading me open for him.