Healing Harley

Pietro suddenly got very angry. Not at Harley the insane angle that she was but at this Joker guy. He was such a controlling ass-hat (a term Pietro had not used since high school) that the poor girl didn't even know what 'on top' meant in relationship to sex. His eyes narrowed for a second but then they softened.

"I'll show you." He smiled softly and spoke sweetly.

Suddenly Pietro had switch there position. Harley was now laying onto of Pietro while he lay on the bed. He softly moved her leg that was still between his legs so that she was straddling his waist. Her hot wet core rested on his flat strong stomach while her firm ass pressed against his rock sold erection.

"This is what it means to be on top Harley." Pietro smirked at her, satisfied with her surprised look and moans. He ran his hands up both her thighs and slipped his hands under her underwear be get a better feel for those particular assets.

Harley squeaked when pulled to her current position. Harley let her soft hands trace the outlines of his muscled stomach sending chills to her spine. She felt cold hands fooling around with her panties, fighting with them before sliding their way into the hidden keep. She couldn't help herself, she tightened up. Fingers could go into there? She looked down at Pietro, unsure if what he was doing was okay. She felt dumb, for having a P.H. d and knowing this little about intercourse between two people was beyond her. She knew what she had read in books, but nothing had she actually done.

Pietro watched as many emotions washed over Harleys face, confusion, want, and even some embarrassment.

He gripped her ass harder making her jump a little. "Don't worry Harley, I'll teach you everything you need to know so you can be in control when ever you want."

First Pietro took Harls rear and pulled her froward so she was sitting farther up his chest. He then removed his hands form her for a second, causing her to pout so cute it should not have been possible for a half naked crazy villainess, but some how she pulled it off. He then removed his pants and underwear like the expert he was while barely disturbing her on top of him.

Harley still looked a bit confused on what to do as he moved her back to her last position with he ass cradling his now free erection. He had to let her make the next move though he couldn't keep controlling her. She had to take some initiative in this otherwise her being on top would mean nothing in helping her get her power back.

Harley let him more her around, she was so used to being a puppet it seemed almost natural, though inside she knew Pietro would be upset with her.

Pietro gave her this look, trying to edge her on, she knew. But to what she had less... She had a light bulb moment inching back until she hit his erection. She gasped lightly trying to re-position herself over it. She took a deep breath slowly moving herself down on his erection, she made it incredibly slow and possible so slow it was almost painful for the man under her.

Another lightbulb moment. She re-positioned herslef once more where her knee could control how high she was off of him. Her had a sly smile, using her thumb to rub Pietro's chest, "Let's play a game shall we? How long can ya last, Mista P."

She whispered out in her accent, hoping to make the man eager for her to make it end. Slowly but surely she moved herself all the way up, then all the way down his shaft her tight rear meeting his flesh. Then the process would begin once more, all the way up then all the way down. She made tiny squeaks when she'd kit a certain spot in her motions.

Pietro smirked at his little clown. He was a speedster which made him impatient by nature. Harley didn't know this of course. But Pietro Maximoff had one thing over all other speedsters. He was trained by Magneto and he had always demanded that Pietro have complete control of himself at all times.

Harley could bounce on him for a while before she broke him.

He smirked as she moved. He had not planed to take her like this first but this was the first decision in this she had made and he couldn't say he was disappointed at all.

Pietro reached up her body and removed her last piece of confining clothes. Her bra. Harley's magnificent D cup breast then seemed to burst forth form their confines.

Pierto slowly sat up as Harley continued to bounce unashamedly on his hard cock. He loved the noises she was making he almost wished her ex would walk in and see them.

He then took her right breast into his mouth and sucked on it hard rolling his tongue over the hardened nub. With his left hand he then began to give a similar treatment to the other breast. His right hand then went to her core he inserted three of his fingers in to her hot dripping pussy and used in thumb to press an tease her clit. He pumped his fingers insider her hard and fast (without using his speed) while her back muscles clenched him tighter and tighter and her arms rapped around him into his hair and pressing him harder into her breasts.

Harley's pace quickened, she was getting incredibly excited and was enjoying everyone moment of it.

Joker would've never done this for her. She wondered why her brain kept making his thoughts back to Joker, he was selfish and heartless... or was he?

Pietro moved his hand from her breast to her back. He knew she was getting close. He continued to pump his hand in and out of her hard and fast, making wonderfully vulgar noises, as he continued to massage her clit hard. He moved her head to the to of her breast and began to suck. He wanted Joker to know what he was missing and for that he was going to leave as many dark purple hickeys all over her upper chest, which is easily visible considering what she wears.


Pietro's hand on her back moved to her ass and he began to lift her to help her increase her speed. He could feel her muscles contract around his fingers and cock.

Pietro then started hearing Harley chanting, "God yes. God yes! God yes!! GOD YES!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed as she came on his fingers hard, practically exploding on his fingers and stomach. He continued pumping his fingers and slowing his play on her clit to let her ride out her orgasm making it more intense. Pietro loved making women orgasm, so when her ass tightened around in and she began screaming he came just as hard in her ass. His hand on her ass gripping her so hard he left finger prints in the form of five bruises where he held her.

When Pietro pulled his head away form her chest he grind at the ten, ten hickeys he left dotting her upper chest and neck were anyone can see in her outfit.

"How'd you like that, My sweet little Harley?" Pietro smirked as he left light butterfly kisses on her checks and lips.

Harley panted, dear god she loved it. The intensity was more then she could have ever gotten from her ex-lover, "Fucking shit..." she muttered out, falling next to him in the small bed.

She looked over at Pietro, "Did ya think we should go rescue the gal? Maybe if I prove Joker I'm willing to ruin him he might believe I'm good enough..." Harley couldn't get him off her mind and it was driving her nuts.

Pietro sat up so suddenly that he received a small shock form his collar.

"HARLEY!" Pietro used his scolding tone that he never really used. "You are a beautiful, sexy, smart, bomb shell of a woman that has the ability to look innocent and cute while bouncing with a cock in your ass." This comment caused Harley to blush. "I have never seen that before in my life! And I seen a lot of women in my 22 years. It is not about you being good enough it's about him being nowhere near you league."

Pietro sat Haley up into a sitting position. He wanted to screw her again she looked to Fucking Hot, but hearing about saving a woman from rape and getting through Harley's apparently thick head was more important than his hormones.

"Something I have learned Harley, admittedly most of it is from TV, is that the woman in a relationship is always to good for the man. The guy should worship the ground his woman walks on. Harley if you assert yourself then you can have any man you want, period, no if's and's or but's, Hero, Villain, anyone. Do you understand me? Do you?" Pietro looked into Harley's eyes and shock her shoulders lightly trying to get through to her.

Harley sighed away from his face, "But that's television, toots. Real life ain't that --" she looked quickly at Pietro when she heard a gun shot. She felt like a deer caught in headlights, the noise made it seem like it was close by but the sound came from below. She lips trembled, "Y... ya don't think...?" Harley wouldn't listen to the man's reasoning. She was that Cheerleader everyone wanted but stuck with the ass that everyone wished that she'd leave.

Pietro heard the gun shot. He was up and pulling on his pants.

"Ok, Harl first we are going to save that girl that was a guy or whatever. Get dressed."

Harley quickly began to dress as well.

"And Harley Quinn?" Pietro had just finished pulling on his shirt.

"Listen to me. You have a FUCKING P.H.D., a body that all men and some women want to fuck. If you are going to get back together with this fucking loser then you need to kick his ass first so he knows you are whatever and whoever you want to be. You need to make him your bitch."

Pietro pointed his finger at her as she buckled her last belt on her corset, still showing off the ten hickey's he left on her upper chest.

"Now show me to this girl." Pietro pointed her toward the door.

Harley nodded quickly, "PH.d or not, you don't cross Joker. It leaves ya dead." She ran quickly, her boots making squeaking noises as they slammed down on the polished flooring, she led him right to the basement.