Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

"Talk to me while you play with your sweet self! Let me hear you!" The boldness rose in me, fueled by the sight of them. I increased the speed of my fingers, my breath coming in short gasps. "Hit her harder!” He did. “Yes... like that! Fuck her faster, Jax! Deep... go deeper into her! Ahhh! Yes! Slap her with it!"

My skin of my ass felt like it was burning and bleeding. "Last one," he whispered. The sixth strike was the hardest. I let out a loud, broken cry, my body finally giving out as my whole body slumped forward onto the bed, "Six," I managed to breathe, the word muffled in a whimper. I stayed there, panting, my heart racing. The silence returned, but it wasn't cold anymore. It was heavy with the aftermath of what he’d done. I felt his hand settle on the small of my back, his thumb tracing the line of my spine with a gentleness that was almost more painful than the belt.

I was going to become a gem all on my own. Just then, Queenie suddenly yanked the strap of my shoulder bag. The medical journal Mom left me fell straight to the ground, pages flying everywhere. Rage surged through me. I didn't know where the strength came from, but I raised my arm and slapped Queenie hard across the face. She stumbled backward and let out a dramatic cry. "Nigel! Save me!" Nigel's expression changed in an instant. He rushed to catch her in his arms and then turned around and kicked me in the stomach.

People around him gasped. " What the...!?" He muttered, his face contorting in shock and rage. In a split second, he raised his hands and hit me across the face. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. the right side of my face going numb. That's when I realized I made a mistake coming here. My mind began conjuring different images, and it became hard to move as I was trapped in my head. I began panting heavily, my hands going cold. I felt someone lift me, but I couldn't figure out who. I only registered that I was about to get hit again. I closed my eyes, expecting the impact, but was surprised when none came and the grip on me stopped, making me fall to the ground. I managed to maintain

"It’s so big! Jerry, you’re hitting everything! Ohhh, yes! Right there! Don't stop!" "I'm not stopping until I've ruined you for him," I hissed into her ear. I started to fuck her with a raw, animalistic rhythm. My hips snapped forward, my pelvis hitting her ass with a loud, wet slap that filled the room. The sound was so disgusting and perfect. Every time I hit her, I could hear the air leave her lungs in a jagged moan.

"I don't know that it won't happen again. But if and when it does, I'll rip you a new one. I promise" I smiled lightly, trying to lighten his dark hateful mood. "This isn't a fucking joke! I. HIT. YOU" he said the words slowly, putting more force behind the last few words. "What do you want me to say?" I whispered banging my head on the wall with frustration.

Blog posts. From what I remembered, the guy was supposed to use a ‘come-hither’ curl of his fingers to hit your spot. Connor was doing that, except he was on the opposite side, so I guess it was more of a ‘go-thither’ gesture. Or the way a person says ‘hit me’ in blackjack by rubbing his cards with two fingers.

“Hey- “he complained as he dodged the bag from hitting his head but was a bit late from dodging Harley when she lunged herself at him. “You- “she hit his arms. “Told” Hit. “Your.” Hit. “Evil.” Hit. “Step.” Hit. “Mother.” Hit. “That.” Hit. “I” Hit. “Was” Hit. “Drunk.” Hit. She stopped hitting his hands and glared down at him, his face was up in a smirk as he stared back at her. The idiot didn’t even bother to block. “Violent Red is one character I want to see all the time.” He remarked.

I take the sledge hammer and smile with satisfaction as I run the wooden handle in my hands, before swinging back and landing a blow to his other knee. “You son of a bitch!!!” The man screams, slewing a string of curse words in Italian. I smirk and admire my handy work. Blood flows down the man’s legs as shards of bones that look like broken glass stick out of his lower legs. “We could end this Jonny, I could end your pain. I could be your savior. All… you… have… to ..do… is. I emphasize each word as I smack him in the face taunting him. “Tell me who put the hit on me.”

I shouted in pure rage raising inside me, threw a straight punch and hit him directly in the jaw. He didn't block my hit. He stepped back being slightly surprised, but then he grinned right away touching the place where I punched him. “That actually hurt!” he chuckled. I was still infuriated with what he said before, I knew that he might have done it on purpose for me to put my anger into the hit, but it didn't changed the fact that he decided to play with my life just to check my loyalty to Hiro! “Good… You deserved it,” I fumed massaging my aching hand knuckles.