Page 22 of Joker
“Can’t have myself being identified. We’re going to have some fun today.”
He walks to the table picking up the remotes and clicks the cameras on. He moves back over to me, stroking his finger along my cheek and down my throat. Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he slowly starts to squeeze. I can feel the air leaving my lungs. I start to struggle when it seems he’s not letting go. This does nothing but make him smirk. Just as spots start to appear in my vision, he lets go, and I gasp for breath. I’m trying to suck as much air into my lungs as I can. His hand doesn’t move away. Once I have my breath back, he starts all over again. Slowly squeezing until just before I would pass out, and then he lets go, so I gulp air in.
He does this a few times. I can see his erection through his jeans. This is turning him on so much. He loves holding this power over me. Once he’s happy with the bruises I’m sure are on my neck, he moves away to the table. Hanging my head forward as I try to catch my breath, I feel the first strike of leather across my back, causing my head to fly back, and a groan escapes my mouth. I feel the leather hit my back again, but this time I know it is coming, and I bite down on my lip to stop the scream that is lodged in my throat.
“I’ll make you scream,” his voice whispers in my ear.
I hear the leather fly through the air before it strikes me across my back. Fuck, it’s harder than the last, but I still manage to hold my scream in. He strikes me again, this time across my lower back. He’s getting stronger with every strike, and I’m finding it difficult to hold my scream in.
The next strike has me losing my willpower, and a scream breaks free from my throat and echoes around the room. I can feel the trickles of blood trailing down my back and legs. My head hangs forward as I struggle to hold it up through the intense burning on my back. He continues to strike me a few more times, and each time a scream rips from me like a wounded animal. It’s killing me that he broke me. He knew he would, and I’d fought as hard as I could, but I’m only human.
Tears run down my face. I feel his hand in my hair as he grabs a handful and yanks my head back, making me look into his twinkling eyes. He’s really enjoying this.
He trails the tip of the whip handle along my jaw and to my lips.
“Suck,” he demands as he forces the tip of the handle into my mouth.
“That’s so beautiful, Pet. My cock would look perfect in that pretty little mouth of yours.”
He moves away, removing the handle from my mouth.
Suddenly the chains holding my arms up jerk and start to lower me down until I’m practically kneeling on the wooden bench in front of me.
Gripping my hair again, he forces my lips open and inserts a metal contraption into my mouth to stop it from closing. It feels cold against my lips. Gripping my hair harder, he unbuttons his trousers and removes his hard cock. Moving me into position, he starts to push his cock into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, making me gag. He then continues to fuck my mouth until tears are streaming down my face.
“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Pet?”
He keeps thrusting into my mouth, and his grip is getting tighter in my hair. I can feel the roots pulling at my scalp to the point of pain.
He pulls out and removes the metal from my mouth. My jaw is aching, so I try to relieve it a little by moving it around as much as I can. The chains jerk again, and I’m moving up again until I’m back in the position I was before.
“You have pleased me, Pet,” he coos.
God, I didn’t want to please him. I don’t want to give into him and make him happy. I want to fight. Feeling his hands on my body, I know what is coming next.
“As you have pleased me greatly, my pet, I’ll allow you pleasure.”
It’s not pleasure. It’s my body reacting. I had stopped trying to fight it a long time ago. Instead, I retreat into my head and ignore what he’s doing to me. This is for his pleasure and the weird sickos who would watch the video. This is not for me.
I let my mind wander to a happy place, to the woods behind the clubhouse. If you follow the slightly hidden trail, you come to a clearing and a lake. It’s so beautiful and peaceful. I imagine myself with Beau, watching him play in the water like a normal kid, while I relax in the sun on the bank. He would splash around in the shallow part. My dad and Johnny would be there too. I watch them play in the water with Beau. Beau jumping into the water from my dad’s shoulders like he used to do with me when I was little. Then we would enjoy a picnic or a BBQ. BBQ is my favorite. I used to love going to the cookouts at the compound. Playing and running around with all the other MC brats. The brothers would laugh at us as we would run riot around the compound. The old ladies relaxing in the sun and the few club bunnies that were around would be cooking the food. Even though they were bunnies, they were still part of the family. They were respectful and only went with single brothers. No drama was caused as BJ wouldn’t allow it. He’s a great Prez, or so my dad always said.
BJ and Pip are like the perfect couple. Everyone loved them. You could see how much they loved each other. Pip was always kind and soft, but don’t mistake that as weakness. She could put a brother in his place with that fierce look she has and a few choice words.
I miss those days.
My body shaking brings me out of my head. He’s lowering me to the floor and removing the cuffs from around my wrists and ankles. Stroking my hair slowly, he says, “You did so well, my pet. You’re beautiful when you come.”
My body shivers, and he smiles, thinking it’s a good shiver.
Picking me up off the floor, he carries me from the fun room to my room. Placing me on the bed, he continues to stroke my hair.
“Rest now, my pet.”
He leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I know I need to rest and reserve my energy. If I’ve pleased him, I know he won’t let me rest long before he’s back for more.
Letting my eyes drift close, sleep claims me.
I must have been asleep for a while as when I wake, the room is just starting to get dark. Taking stock of my body, I note where I hurt the most. Slowly moving from the bed to the mirror, I see the bruising around my throat, around my ankles, and wrists. There is bruising on my breasts and bite marks on my shoulders. I turn around to take a look at my back. Wincing as I move, I look over my shoulder. Big red welts are sliced across my back. At some point, he’d came in and cleaned my back and put salve on the broken skin.
