The Bite 6

She laid soft in bed. Needy but alone. The rain hammered her roof. The darkness dragged her into warm oblivion. A yearning between her legs was her fading thought.

She woke to the sound of her name. A deep voice. Unfamiliar. Dreamlike.

Her wrists were secure above her, tight to the headboard. Her full body was exposed for this voice.

"Be a good girl. You're not going anywhere."

A raspy voice, whispered into the deepest part of her ear. Tickling the little hairs.

The man stood. Turned his back to her, walked away, touched the glass of the window with a finger. Traced the raindrops as they ran down the glass.

An unexplainable thrill ran through her

From what she could see of him he was wearing a purple trench coat, had wavy, dirty blonde hair with earthy green highlights that fell just past his chin.

About 6 feet. Broad shoulders. He turned around toward her.

Pasty clown makeup, eye shadow, a horrible red smile that was the center of his chaotic energy. The Joker.

Her logical brain said "run" She should scream her terror.

There was something in his aura, something that emanated from him that told her that he wasn't interested in causing her any particular harm.

"You don't look frightened." He observed as he slowly made his way toward her. He was a clown but he walked with quiet, graceful steps.

"Strangely enough, I'm not."

"Hmmm." He said more to himself than to her.

In an abrupt, swift motion he pulled out a switchblade and had the tip of the blade pressed ever so lightly to the side of her face.

Suddenly he shouted, not at her, but at the heavens.

"Life is useless!"

"Madness is the only escape hatch!"

He looked down, studied her face. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking for her opinion on his insanity.

She winked back at him.

"Hmmm." He said. Deflated.

Retracting the blade; dropping the switchblade back into the pocket of his purple denim jeans.

"There's something about you." She said, her voice colored with intrigue.

"That deeply disturbs you?" He asked.

"No." She answered. "There's something about you that draws me in."

"Humph." He crossed his arms

"Do you mind unshackling my wrists?" She asked.

"Why? So you can run for your life?"

With a resigned sigh he retrieved the keys to the shackles from his coat pocket and unlocked her. Surprisingly gentle, his hands. Checking to see that there were no marks on her delicate skin.

Her hands free, she placed one of them on the side of his face. With her fingers she gently began to trace the many scars that were around his mouth.

"Thank you." She told him, softly.

"Humph." He retorted once again, abruptly recoiling from her touch.

He went back to the window.

She got up from the bed and walked toward him.

"I know how bad it must hurt." She told him. "To feel like a leper."

"You have no idea." He grunted. "How could you?"

"You're right." She said. "I don't. How about you tell me?"

"I don't need your sympathy." He snarled. "I don't need anyone's."

"I know." She told him, softly, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder. "I just want a chance to understand."

He abruptly whirled toward her. She retreated a step backward.

"My father was an abusive drunk!" He shouted, his hands flailing about all over the place. Shaking with the memory.

"One night. One night... He pulled out his pocket knife, said, 'why so serious, son?!' and started carving on my face like I was some kind of damn jack-o-lantern!" The Joker laughed softly now, to himself.

Then suddenly:

"RUN!!" He screamed. Somehow he was still laughing. Looking at the heavens now

"No" Quiet defiance from her.

He took her in close. An arm around her shoulder. As if speaking a secret to a close friend. Intimate. "Don't you know danger when you see it?"

A whispered question. One part of his personality seemed concerned that she did not recognise the evil of the other part.

She pressed her lips against his, suddenly and kissed him with feverish, hungry, ravenous passion.

"I want to be yours. I can calm you." She whispered against his neck. She then started to kiss him again, but he abruptly pulled away.

"I'm beyond help." He scoffed. He bent his head and ran his hands through his hair.

"You think you can change me?" He sobbed. "I am chaos. I am the thing that always changes."

"How will you stop me from killing again?"

"Oh," she said with a soft voice. "I know of ways to keep you more than preoccupied. You won't have time to even think about it"

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that." He said.

He swung her up into his arms, carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it. He positioned himself on top of her and pulled open her pajamas.

Buttons scattered across the room. Her naked body soft.

An offering in the moonlight. The rain hammered harder.

With a grin, he pulled a tarantula from his pocket "Now my friend here likes you too.

He laid the furry spider on her smooth belly. The sensual touch of the legs made her shiver as it tracked across her porcelain skin.

"He's going to keep you still for me, you see. If you move too quickly, he will kill"

He plucked her delicate breats, allowing her nipples to slide back and forth between his fingers. Her whole body was heat now. An oven.

She closed her eyes, allowing her physical senses to take over.

His warm breath on one of her breasts his tongue licking one of her nipples.

And all the while the spider tickled its way across her exposed belly

Fear and growing excitement. She was going to burst into flames. She longed to move and respond to his touch, but she saw the spider tense up when she thrust her hips. Fear made her motionless again.

He started to trail hot, open mouthed kisses from her lower chest all the way down to her stomach.

He cupped her behind in the palms of his hands, squeezing it so gruffly with his fingers. Nobody had ever filled her with such aching, needing desire like he had.

"Inside me? Now?" she begged

She wanted to lift her hips and invite him in, but fear held her still

He spread her legs over his wide shoulders, like he was trying on a coat

Her body lay on the bed, open to him as he stood on the side of the bed.

She was forced to wait, as he entered her so slowly that she nearly screamed.

And the spider paused, alarmed now.

Tickling, it stood just above the spot where his cock smoothly stroked up into her.

"Careful Miss, they can feel vivration"

He took her beautiful ass into the palms of his hands once again and continued to squeeze it. What a treasure she was.

. She heard a low growl rip through his throat. He took her down to the bed, forcefully grabbing a hold of her wrists and pinning them down to the bed.

She parted her legs wider now, nothing but sheer instinct. She looked deeply into his eyes. He stared back into hers. His manhood continued to slowly draw in and out of her wet body.

It was a different kind of torture

She lost track of time as he prolonged it. She became only a wet hole, being slowly entered and pleasured.

He explored her more fully, going deeper inside, enjoying the feeling of her feminine muscles tightening so marvelously around his masculine appendage.

The heavy pressure that he was applying to her wrists started to ache, but the delicious pleasure that she was feeling more than compensated. He kept the rhythm slow and easy, wanting to prolong the intensely torrid experience as long as possible. Neither one of them ever wanted it to come to an end.

His thumb sought out her sensitive button, and with three quick flicks he sent her over the edge

She felt her body yield to the spasms, but Ah!!! A flutter around her belly button. The spider tensed and...

She closed her eyes

Ready for the bite.