Author: Katya Starling
Dedicated To: My own darling Mistah J (Love you, sweets!)
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Kink Bingo: Collaring and/or Possessiveness
Word Count: 573
Date Written: 1 March 2019
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Harley twirled in front of the floor length mirror. For once, her shining, eager eyes were on her neck instead of her breasts. She’d once had doubted about her breasts. There were women with larger breasts, after all, and hers were now a strange, pale shade. But Mister J loved them just the way they were, as he did her, and that was all that mattered.
Instead her eyes were fixated on her latest gift from her special man. She’d worn his collars before. She’d even been chained up by him before and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. She’d never seen a collar that sparkled quite like this one, however.
She leaned forward again, her fingers brushing the strong metal backing of the black and red collar. Sapphires, both black and ruby red, winked at her, but what kept catching her eye was the large diamond in the very center of the collar. It didn’t go with the rest of her outfit, but that didn’t matter. J had told her that it was the single diamond in the rough of her collar, symbolizing that Harley herself was the single diamond in the rough of his life.
She thrilled aloud and twirled once more. When she came back around, she again eyed the diamond. She shook from head to toe in eagerness and gently caressed the glittering, fragile jewel. She was the one diamond in his life! Maybe it wouldn’t be much longer and he’d place another diamond, this time on her ring finger.
She had every intention of marrying the man -- she was already his for life regardless --, but it was taking him forever to ask. He knew what her answer would be, she thought, so why wouldn’t he just go ahead and freaking ask?! For just a moment, she began to pout, but then the reflection of the diamond just above the base of her pale throat winked at her.
She couldn’t be mad, she thought, touching the diamond again. Besides Mister J knew they belonged together. He was as much hers as she was his. All of Gotham knew it, and soon, too, so would the world. Nobody would ever come between her and her pudding. Harley beamed and began to somersault her way back to bed. She didn’t need a ring to prove what she already knew was true.
She flipped through the open door and landed on their bed, a tangle of silk, black and purple sheets beneath her bare body. Joker’s arms went instantly around her. “Where were you?” he demanded, drawing her close.
She shrugged. “Just appreciatin’ my reflection again.” She grinned up at him as his hands closed around her collared throat.
“I told you you’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” he growled, lowering his face against hers. “You really need to keep looking to prove me right?”
“Nah. A girl just likes to know she’s pretty.”
“Pretty doesn’t begin to cut it,” he retorted, tightening his hold on her collar and silently forbidding her from saying anything else. His mouth covered hers, and his tongue swept deep inside her. Once again, his lovemaking proved to her what he made her feel every day: She might not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was the most beautiful woman in his world. That was all that mattered, that and the fact that they were meant to be together and always would be.