A/N: Hey guys... it's been a while. First it was finals and then complete writer's block. But finally I finished this chapter! I apologize for not being able to post sooner. However, on a better note, I'm so excited about how many views this story is getting! Now that I'm out for summer, I should be able to post more often. Before I let you guys read this, I must reiterate that: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. And that this story is rated M for a reason! ;) Alright, now you can read!


Welcome Back

The flight was short, only about ten minutes. Sarah felt a little sick as she watched the scenery around her swirl and morph into the Labyrinth. In the distance, she could see the castle. How familiar this looked to her, and she felt like her fifteen year-old self again: naïve and curious. Stubborn and fiery. The leash tugged as Jareth urged her to move on and fly forward. The Goblin City's walls approached, and soon they were over it. Jareth steered them to fly into an open window, and as they crossed the threshold, they transformed back into their human forms. Sarah stumbled and cursed under her breath as the floor came up at her, but she felt strong hands wrap around her forearm catching her before she face-planted.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"Come now, Sarah. I just saved you from a terribly nasty fall, and all I get is a 'thanks' in the most reluctant voice ever?" Jareth tsked at her. "How about you give me a proper thanks?" he motioned to the bed behind him. Sarah took in her surroundings and noticed that they had landed in a bedroom. A chest at the foot of an oak bed that looked like a tangle of tree roots. A vanity of similar structure sat in the corner of the room. Sarah desperately searched for some kind of give-a-way as to whose room she was in. She saw a crystal perched on a bookshelf and realized she was in the Goblin King's room. His bedroom. Her eyes widened as she took in his words, and she lowered her head. "I'm jesting with you, Sarah, love. I do not want that, yet." He spoke words that his promises, and Sarah shivered with both anticipation and relief. Mostly anticipation. "Come, I'll show you where you will stay."

"I have a room?" Sarah pondered aloud.

"I've been waiting for this moment for seven years, precious. Do you not think I would have a place prepared for you? Ha!" Jareth's voice had a dark tone to it, but Sarah didn't really hear it. She just nodded and followed him from the room. They descended a trifle of steps and arrived at a closet door, old and vented. He opened it and a small pillow and blanket lay on the floor of the small rectangular space.

"This is it?" she whispered. How could he be so cruel?

"What do you mean: this is it?" he mimicked her voice. "This is all you need, love. A place to lay your head for a few hours a day. The rest of your time will be spent with me or in your cell." The nonchalance in his voice scared Sarah. She didn't know what the cell was, but she dreaded it immediately.

"A few hours? So you mean at night? Like eight hours?"

"No. I mean when I give you a break. Like four hours. During the day. Listen, Sarah. It will take you some time to adjust to this schedule, but I'm going to start you on it immediately. So, to the cell?" his question sounded rhetorical, and so she let the silence hang between them for a moment. "Hmm, yes, I think so." He gripped her hand tightly and walked down a long corridor, stopping to press in a few bricks. The wall moved back and opened an alcove which he pulled her into. The wall slid back into place, and before Sarah's eyes was a ginormous queen-sized four poster bed. Leather straps hung loosely from each poster and hand cuffs were cuffed to the rungs of the headboard.

"Is this," she gulped, "the cell?" All she had seen so far was the bed, but then dangling things caught her eye from the left side wall. Whips and paddles all hung from nails and hooks. She thrust her head to the opposite side of the room where the visual of an X cross with a wooden phallus mounted on it stood, daunting. Chains hung from the ceiling and a chest of drawers stood beside the bed. "What the fuck!"

"As I said before, Sarah, you give me what I want and I'll give you what you want. All of this, is what I want and, believe it or not, what you also want. You just don't know it yet, my precious little girl. Can't you see it now? You, chained and blindfolded on the cross. The phallus deep in your anus as I take you from the front. Some jeweled clamps upon your rosy nipples, gagged with a leather strap that I'd use to punish you with if you so much as moved that wanton body of yours. Oh, yes, this is what you want, isn't it? I see the blush crawling from your cheeks to your neck, and I bet that pussy of yours is blushing and soaked, isn't it?" Sarah inhaled raggedly, she could picture it. And oh, it turned her on so much. When he said the "p" word, she almost burst. Oh, say it again, she thought. He lightly stroked her arms, the old scars on the inside of her forearm, and then he nuzzled his face into her neck and hummed. "You poor thing," he rubbed each mark as if it were a smudge, and they disappeared. Then he moved his stroking to the insides of her wrists.

"Ahhhhh," her voice so low it frightened her. Why did he do these kinds of things to her? She faintly remembered how she had these same fantasies seven years ago. In this palace. When she debated whether or not to make the deal with him.

"Go sit on the bed." She hesitated and just stood staring at the plush deep royal blue comforter that adorned it. "If you don't go sit on that bed immediately, I'll take one of these paddles down off the wall and have you sprawled across my lap in less than five seconds, smacking that pretty ass of yours a nice deep pink." She rushed to take a seat on the bed, but she still wondered what it would feel like to be paddled by him. Would he really paddle her? So soon? Yes, yes he would. "Good girl," he spoke alluringly. A wide grin stretched across his face, and she blushed deeper. He could tell she thought about disobeying his command. "Would you still like me to paddle you, love?"

She shook her head. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

"No," she said softly.

"Here in the cell, you will address me as Sir or Highness or Master. I'll let you choose. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Highness." It felt heavy on her tongue, almost as if that title was too easily slicked in sarcasm or hatred. She would try another the next time she said anything.

"Beautiful! What a fast learner you are, my precious Sarah! Oh, how glad I am that you are older now. This would not have worked if you were fifteen, though in my kingdom there have been younger rulers. I prefer you as you are now, because you have most definitely filled out. Your eyes, so much more lovely and containing experience, life!" He neared her, but turned swiftly toward the chest on the left side of the bed. "Oh, we are going to have fun tonight!"

"What's that supposed to mean, Jareth?" Sarah's voice cracked as she spoke his name. Fun? What kind of fun? "You're scaring me," her voice got low and quiet.

"Shhh, Sarah. I'm not going to hurt you. Well, not without your best interest in mind. There will be times where I will use one of these devices on that tight little ass of yours. But I promise, I only want to give you pleasure. As a matter of fact, I will let you try one out since you called me by my name rather than one of the three titles I demanded you use here in the cell. And the fact that you forgot only allows me to understand just how afraid you are." He walked to the wall that had leather straps and paddles hanging from it, and slowly, he lifted a small and narrow paddle from a hook. "Would you like to feel this?" Sarah nodded.

It was light, very light. It almost felt like a stick, but without the rough bark. It was smooth and pale brown. She could do this. This would not hurt as bad as the others, she was sure of that. When she finished her examination, Jareth smiled at her. "What do you think, Sarah? Are you still scared?"

"I'm—I mean, Sir, I think I can handle this. I'm not as scared as I was a few moments ago, but I am still scared. Sir." This made Jareth smile, a hint of understanding in his eyes.

"Ah, I see. So what are you still scared about, precious?"

"Pain, Sir," she whispered.

"No need to fear pain with this paddle, love. It will sting, but it will not leave welts or bruises. Your bottom will be just be barely blushing when I finish. So now the question is how many times will I paddle you?" he paced back and forth in front of her, thinking. He came to a stop, nodding in agreement with himself. "Three. I gave you three names, so therefore you had three choices of which you didn't use. So I will paddle you three times, sweet Sarah."

Sarah took a deep breath of relief, because she had been thinking he would have chosen a number above ten. Thank goodness he didn't.

"Stand and strip, dear Sarah." Jareth's commanding voice startled her, but she quickly adhered to the demand. She laid her thong, shirt, and bra on the floor beside the bottom of the bed, her stomach fluttered and flopped. She fiddled with her thumbs, lacing her hands to hide the mound between her legs. "Straighten up and put your hands to your side, Sarah. You are lovely and beautiful. Embrace it." He walked up to her, ran a hand through her hair, and then traced the line of her jaw down to her neck. He leaned into her and whispered softly, "I think you're fucking gorgeous, Sarah. So, so gorgeous. Now go bend over the side of the bed and stick that ass in the air." She trembled when she felt herself grow wet. The look on his face told her that he knew exactly what he did to her. She approached the side of the bed, placing her hands flat on the comforter, then her face and chest. To keep her balance, she braced herself, spreading her legs slightly.

There was no warning before she felt the sharp sting of the paddle across her backside. The next followed swiftly after, but Jareth took his time delivering the third. Forever hung in the air before the paddle hit her rear end. With the last one, he managed to sting her most intimate place along with her ass. Desire built up low in her stomach, and she moaned slightly. She heard the paddle plop onto the bed, and then hands rubbed her bottom tenderly. They circled, tingling and teasing. Taunting desire to come forth.

"Has a man's mouth ever been upon you down here?" she gasped as his breath tickled her clit.

"No Sir."

"Has a man ever entered you here, Sarah?"

"Yes Sir." At his silence, she felt the need to explain. "Only once, Sir. I was drunk and ended up having a one night fling. We used protection, but I got screened for STDs. All clear, Sir." With her final words, she felt his tongue flicker over her clit. Immediately, she wanted to collapse. Would her legs keep her up?

"Turn around and lay on the bed, feet flat on the bed, knees bent. Legs wide." He rose from his crouched position and watched as Sarah followed through with his direction. "Thank you for your submission, love. I'm entirely unworthy, so I will do this for you. As my thanks." He picked up where he left off, tonguing her clit, and he slid his middle finger into her opening. She bit her lip to hold back the moan that wished to escape. "Let it out, dearest," his words vibrated her and made it impossible to restrain any sounds. Her breathing picked up as he replaced his middle finger with his flickering tongue. She felt like she was going to explode, and as he plunged his tongue as deep as it would go, she did. Desire completely unraveled, overflowed. He lapped up the juices and raised his middle finger to her mouth. "Taste, love. Taste how delicious you are," he spoke smoothly. She pulled his finger into her mouth and sucked. This is hot. God this is fucking hot! she thought.

"I think you've had enough for one day, love. Shall we go eat dinner?" she allowed his finger to leave her wet mouth, and nodded.

"Please Master. I'm so hungry," although she knew her words were filled with innuendo, and so did Jareth. He smirked at her.

"Well, we must do something about that, right?"

They exited the cell: Jareth, hard-on tenting his pants. Sarah, wrapped only in a robe.