DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth or the characters, I just let them run around in my head causing mischief on a regular basis.

Warning: This chapter and the next several chapters contain adult topics and themes, ranging from lemony goodness to references relating to BDSM and kink. If you don't like that sort of thing or aren't able to read with an open mind – skip the next 3 chapters.

Author's Note: What can I say, I'm long winded and feeling descriptive, so the lemons are likely to stretch across the next few chapters. To those readers in the mood for lemons – enjoy and please leave feedback (y'all know I get stage fright when writing lemons, so let me know if you like them and you might get more!) As per the outcry in reviews, you will get lemons for Fionn and Janae, as well as Jareth and Sarah – this chapter has lemony 'squee' moments according to my beta readers, but the real lemons will be in the next two chapters. And you can expect them to be LONG as a result - so for my regular readers, don't expect updates on any other stories until I get all this lemon fluff outta my system! :)

Gotta say, I'm thrilled with the (very) warm welcome Fionn and Janae have gotten, so I hope the upcoming lemons don't disappoint. :)


Ties that Bind Vol. 2

Ch. 7: Of Changing Plans and an Offer Accepted

Dancing through the living room of the hotel suite that she and Sarah were sharing, Janae turned up the stereo, knowing that the pounding beat would be pulsing into the hallway, and she didn't care one little bit if the neighbors complained. Both she and Sarah belted out the lyrics as they finished getting ready for the evening.

I love myself I want you to love me
When I feel down I want you above me
I search myself I want you to find me
I forget myself I want you to remind me

A limo was due to pick them up from the hotel in another thirty minutes to take them to their dinner reservations, before heading to the club. Although they started getting ready more than two hours prior, both girls were now only in the final stages of getting dressed. The two bedrooms were strewn with shopping bags and clothing, as they prepared for their last big night out Aboveground. They planned to party until the sun came up – or they passed out cold – whichever came first.

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don't want anybody else

Sarah gyrated gingerly (thanks to the new piercing) through the lounge in a red silk robe on the way back to her room, her new boots dangling from her hands. Seeing Sarah, Janae handed her the bottle of Goldschlager they had been drinking. Sarah took a deep drink, before coughing and shaking her head as she gasped for air. They had started out doing shots, but as their drinking progressed, they opted to merely pass the bottle back and forth. Passing the bottle back to Janae, Sarah danced her way out of the room, still singing at the top of her lungs.

You're the one who makes me come running
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine

Janae stood in front of the large mirror near the entry of the suite adjusting the tops of her stockings before attaching them to the black garters she wore. Standing up straight she checked her reflection, pleased with the way the latex dress hugged her curves, her usual riot of red ringlets restrained in a 'bed-head' knot at the top of her head, stray curls boucing and teasing along her neck. Smirking mischievously, she noted with a sense of satisfaction the Y-shaped lines of the clamps she bought showing under the thin latex of the dress. The two nipple clamp chains met just below her breasts before dipping down to hide behind the scarlet waist-cincher she had tightly laced around her middle. Only she would know there was a third clamp hanging on to the delicate titanium ring now resting over her clit, the fastening ball rubbing in a very delicious way with every step.

I close my eyes And see you before me
Think I would die If you were to ignore me

Pouring four more shots and setting them on the coffee table for their ritual rounds of pre-clubbing toasts, Janae was putting the liquor bottle back in the fridge when she heard a knock at the door.

Stupid neighbors want to complain about the music…we'll see how they like my outfit – she thought with a cheeky grin as she sashayed toward the door in her new red pumps.

A fool could see Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees I do anything for you

Putting feeling into the lines as she sang, Janae practiced her sultry look with each word. Wrenching open the door as the last word faded from her lips she suddenly found that her voice had abandoned her as before her in the hall stood Jareth and Fionn, wearing nearly identical bemused expressions.

"Oh… fuuuuuuuck me," she gasped, her pale blue eyes wide in surprise, the exclamation causing Fionn to smirk in a way that said he would be happy to accommodate her request.

Janae held on to the door, unable to take her eyes off Fionn as he stood there in the black leather pants she remembered and a deep crimson silk, button down shirt that caressed his muscled chest in a way she longed to. Seeing her discomfort, he grinned at her, his sharp teeth glinting in the light of the hallway. She could feel his gaze teasing over her, making her blush faintly knowing that the dress clung to her body showing off everything. Trying to tear her eyes away from his, Janae peeked sheepishly at Jareth, who cocked an eyebrow at her with a knowing smile.

"Very interesting song, Janae," Fionn purred, his voice a low rumble that made Janae's nipples throb painfully between the clamps and latex that pinned them against her body. When she still didn't move, he continued, "Well, aren't you going to invite us in?"

Vaguely Janae heard Sarah singing with gusto from the adjoining room, as she stepped back allowing them to enter. She couldn't help but watch Fionn walk past, the tight leather of his pants framing hard, muscular thighs, the sight of which made her belly throb with outright lust. Oh yeah, tonight is going to be interesting, she thought.

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself

"Hey Jae," shouted Sarah from the bedroom, interrupting her singing, "I saw that you put that bloody chain thingee with my boots. Forget it! I'm not fucking wearing it and that is final!" she declared, tossing the clamps and chain down the hallway toward the lounge without looking out the bedroom door.

Raising an eyebrow at Fionn, a look that was not lost on Janae, Jareth bent down and retrieved the chain, his eyes darkening as his mind whirled with possibilities. With a sly smile he tucked the chain into his pocket and waited for the inevitable.

With a cheeky giggle, Janae seemed to come back to herself and bellowed, startling both Jareth and Fionn, "HIIII JARETH!"

"Damnit Jae….that was funny the first two dozen times, but honestly, the joke is over. Put a sock in it. Hell…even better put a gag in it," grumbled Sarah from the other room, before hurling another item down the hallway.

Janae was looking at the wicked grin on Jareth's face and missed the fact that Sarah had lobbed another item at her. Seeing the item come flying down the hall, Fionn stepped close to Janae, his silk shirt just grazing her chest as his arm snapped over her shoulder to catch the item before it hit her. Janae gasped at the closeness of him, drinking in the intoxicating scent of cinnamon and dark chocolate that wafted from his shirt as he moved. Stepping back, his lips twisted into a feral smirk as he inspected the item. Fionn winked at her.

"I believe Sarah suggests you make use of this," came the sultry drawl, dangling a purple rubber ball gag in his finger-tips. "Hmmm… I must say, I think it would make a fetching addition to your attire."

Swallowing hard, Janae felt her face flush hotly, suddenly feeling overly warm in the latex dress. She blinked several times as her brain threatened to declare a permanent holiday. Opening her mouth, she tried to make her voice work, succeeding in only getting out a small squeak, "Hi…Jareth."

"Knock it the fuck off, Janae!" snarled Sarah angrily, the tone icy and harsh, clearly showing her frustration. "If you insist on yanking my proverbial chain, you'd best remember that for tonight you are hard wired and so help me, you do that again I will yank one of your chains and I'm pretty damn sure they will hurt you more than me."

Fionn smiled wickedly at Janae, making her blush painfully. She felt goose-bumps race over her body as her nipples pulled harder against the dress at the feral look he gave her, as if he had every intention of pulling her various chains as well – both figuratively and literally. Judging from the way his dark eyes paused over her chest, she was pretty sure he knew just the effect he was having on her.

Oh hell yeah! Let him pull your chain. Chain you up. Tie you down. Doesn't matter what he wants to do…say YES! - moaned her libido with a great deal of enthusiasm, and Janae found herself hard-pressed to argue. Logic and safe, sane, consensual play practices be damned….I want him, she thought.

Sarah stalked out of the bedroom, the thigh high boots making her hips wriggle provocatively. With her head down she worked to adjust the front of her own waspie, her brown velvet tresses hooding her face as she moved. Without looking up, she turned around, taking several steps backward.

"Damn thing," muttered Sarah, still fiddling with the front of the corset. "I can never manage to get into it properly on my own. Hey…lace me up, Jae…not too tight tho, I want to be able to enjoy the evening and still be able to breathe."

Fionn waved the gag in Janae's line of sight, a cheeky grin on his face as he placed a finger gently on her lips, the touch nearly making Janae's knees give way. With an evil smirk, Jareth moved silently toward Sarah, drinking in the sight of her in the thigh high boots, wearing a short black leather skirt, a deep green silk shirt unbuttoned low enough to show off a generous hint of her luscious breasts, her hands holding a black satin waist cincher around her middle. Jareth's slender fingers tugged expertly at the laces, tightening it until it held her lithe form in a firm hug of satin and boning.

Leaning in close, he slid the hair from her shoulder, his gloved fingers lightly grazing the sensitive flesh before tenderly kissing her neck as he whispered, "Hello Precious."

Whipping around, her emerald eyes wide in shock as she saw Jareth standing there, Sarah squeaked, "Oh…. shit."

She really couldn't believe her eyes as she had not expected to see him again until she and Janae returned to his castle. Snapping her mouth shut, her eyes poured hungrily over him, the warmth that engulfed her belly at the sight of him driving home to her how much she had missed his touch. It was all she could do not to throw herself into his arms, her fingers itching to glide over the loose black silk shirt that flowed over his chest, as the golden sigil of the Goblin King teased her from just under the edge of the shirt. Her eyes flicked downward and she whimpered inwardly at the sight of the black leather pants that hugged every curve of his thighs.

Jareth raised an elegant eyebrow and glared at her, a look she was very familiar with, that clearly said 'You're in trouble'. A wicked sneer teased his thin lips as he watched Sarah's reaction. Hearing what she said, she clapped her hands over her mouth, hanging her head in frustration. Muttering darkly to herself, she stomped her feet before taking two steps toward Janae, who was now watching the scene between Jareth and Sarah with interest. Giving her friend a venomous look, Sarah punched Janae hard on the arm.

"OW! What the fuck was that for?" yelped Janae, her blue eyes glittering brightly as she attempted to look innocent.

"You couldn't have given me some warning that we had company?" snapped Sarah, taking a glance at Fionn holding the gag she had thrown out earlier and blushing.

Giggling quietly, Janae shrugged, "Well, I did say hi to him - twice in fact. You mean that didn't tip you off?"

Punching Janae once more, Sarah worked to compose herself. "Just remember this, payback is a…." she paused looking at Jareth, then glowered at Janae, "…bitch. And from this moment on, just call me 'Payback'."

Fionn chuckled at Sarah's cheek, as Jareth caressed her shoulder.

"Now, now, Pet. You can't blame Janae for your tendency toward foul language," chided Jareth, his mismatched eyes appraising her attire hungrily. "You know what is expected as my queen. You failed to abide by that, and we will deal with it…later."

Cringing, Sarah grumbled until Jareth lightly kissed her check, his lips making their way to the tender flesh behind her ear where he sunk his teeth in, making her whimper. He chuckled low, wrapping his arm around her waist as her knees buckled, then looked pointedly at Janae, an evil smile dancing in his eyes.

Frowning, Janae looked at the ground, then stamped her foot. "Damnit Jareth…you can't punish Sarah for me encouraging her. That isn't fair," she protested, her blue eyes shining sincerely as she looked from Jareth to Sarah.

"Actually Janae, I can and will. She knows better. However, if you have a counter offer, I might be willing to entertain it," he replied coolly, cocking his head as he looked at her, while pulling Sarah tightly against him possessively.

Fionn watched the exchange with interest. While Jareth rightly wanted to correct Sarah's language issue, Fionn rather liked the brash, feisty mouth Janae had. With a small smirk, he watched Janae open and close her mouth several times as she tried to come up with a suitable counter-offer. Considering what he knew of her bond with Sarah, he was pretty sure he knew what her offer would be, and only hoped that should Jareth take her up on it, he did not quash her firey spirit.

Taking Sarah's hand in his, Jareth led her toward the lounge. Settling himself in a chair, he pulled her onto his lap with a self-satisfied smirk. Fionn pulled the door shut before draping himself upon the couch. Turning the ball-gag over in his fingers, he smiled wickedly at Janae, enjoying the way she flushed, before she turned away and began pacing the outer edge of the room.

Scowling, Janae paced for a few moments before abruptly turning to Jareth, "Okay. I have an offer."

Raising an eyebrow and fixing her with a sardonic sneer, he nodded, "Go on. I'm listening."

"I'll take Sarah's punishment," declared Janae, to which Jareth laughed, causing Janae to pout. "There is no need to laugh. It is an honest to God offer."

Smiling indulgently, Jareth looked at Janae, "I have no doubt of that Janae, as Sarah is your dear friend and you want to protect her. However, the standard punishment for her in this instance would hardly be a punishment for one like you who admits to liking canes and their…*ahem* effects."

Watching Janae scowl, her blue eyes flashing defiantly, Jareth gave her a smug grin, "Perhaps we can come up with a mutually agreeable solution. Sarah must agree to amend her atrocious language starting immediately, and you get a punishment suitable to your interests, decided by myself and Fionn, then delivered by Fionn. How does that sound, Janae? Agreeable?"

Jareth ran his hand firmly along Sarah's hips, enjoying the needy shiver that she gave as she leaned against his chest. He eyed Janae, watching the light of understanding dawn in her sea-green eyes. The look in her eyes said that she wanted desperately to accept the offer, but there was a wariness lurking beneath the surface. The big question was whether she would give in to her desires or let her fear hold her back.

Fionn couldn't help the broad grin that slid over his face at Jareth's rather elegant solution. Although his brother had made him swear not to pursue the girl, here Jareth was practically gift-wrapping her and depositing her in his lap. From his lap, he was sure it would only be a short journey to get her into his bed - and keep her there.

Janae felt Fionn's penetrating gaze thrust into her like a knife blade, making her heart flutter wildly in her chest. Her libido had passed out cold at the very thought of Fionn being the one to administer whatever punishment he and Jareth deemed suitable. The only thing standing between her and what she was sure was Fionn's considerable talents, was her own agreement to the conditions.

Squaring her shoulders, Janae grabbed Sarah's hand, muttering to Jareth, "I need to talk this over with Sarah."

Nodding, Jareth reluctantly let Sarah slide from his lap. He smirked knowingly as she winced upon standing. Apparently, despite the quick healing of the Fae, Sarah's new piercing was still tender, something he intended to use to his advantage later.

Janae led Sarah over to the kitchen, where she pulled the bottle of liquor from the fridge. She glanced at Fionn and blushed as he caught her eye with a seductive wink. Throwing back her head she took a long draught of the alcohol, spluttering and coughing violently as she swallowed the burning liquid, before handing the bottle to Sarah who followed Janae's lead.

Propping his feet upon the couch and stretching out, Fionn laughed as he watched Janae talking to Sarah in the kitchen. Fionn and Jareth could see Janae gesturing wildly, while Sarah bit back a grin, occasionally nodding at her friend's obvious discomfort. Sarah leaned close, whispering something to Janae before conjuring a crystal that flashed a brilliant blue. Nodding in agreement, Janae looked on as Sarah pressed the crystal to the base of her friend's throat where it dissolved. Then the two girls linked arms and returned to the lounge.

Jareth raised an eyebrow at Sarah's use of magic, "And just what was that, Precious?"

"Top secret girl stuff," came the cheeky reply as Sarah attempted to perch upon the arm of Jareth's chair, only to find herself back on his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist once more.

Jareth growled low in warning,"Careful Pet… you are still bound to me and I expect the truth." Seeing the frown in her eyes, he gave a pointed grin, "However, I am willing to let you keep your little secret – for the moment."

"Now then," he continued, as if nothing had happened, "Just what did you ladies have planned for this evening," asked Jareth in a bemused voice, his mismatched eyes shining impishly at the sheepish expression that flitted across his queen's face.

Sarah looked at Janae, trying desperately to keep her expression neutral, her face turned away from Jareth's searching gaze. Seeing Sarah's expression, Janae just smiled sweetly at Jareth.

"Nothing much. We thought we'd go to dinner and maybe see the new chick flick at the movies," she answered smoothly, hoping she didn't look at guilty as she knew she was. "Just a normal girl's night out sort of thing. Nothing y'all would be interested in."

Looking from Janae to Sarah, who was desperately trying not to return his gaze, Jareth chuckled darkly.

"Oh really? Do either of these lovely young women look like they are dressed to go to a movie, Fionn?" he asked, with a droll wink.

Looking Janae up and down, his eyes glittering like obsidian against his pale features, Fionn shook his head, showing his pointed canines in a feral smirk.

"No Jareth, I must say that they look far too delicious for attending a mere movie. Much more appropriate for more stimulating activities," he said, his voice a seductive purr that made Janae tremble in spite of herself.

Oh fuck…you are in soooo much trouble, moaned her inner-self in delight.

Watching Janae intently, Fionn chuckled quietly to himself as she blushed, fighting against his gaze. He could see her struggling with the urge to mouth off, yet blush shyly – the contradictory emotions plainly fighting for control of her face.

Janae's eyes grew brighter as she looked at Fionn, her voice steady despite the nervous dragons now battling in her belly every time he looked at her. "And just what would you know about stimulating Aboveground activities on a Friday night?" she challenged, her voice taking on a low breathy quality.

She watched Fionn flick the tip of his tongue over the sharp points of his canines and had to bite back the urge to whimper. Gods! He hasn't even laid a hand on me and I'd probably come just from the sound of him whispering in my ear. I am so done for! – whimpered her inner-self in dismay, while her libido just crowed happily, still enthralled by his pointy, feral smile, and lost in wild imaginings of those same pointy teeth sinking slowly into some of the more sensitive parts of her body.

Leaning toward where Janae was perched on the arm of an empty chair, Fionn's smile hinted darkly at entwined bodies, desirous cries and lashings of lust. "Hmm… say your right words, Girl, and I might just take you in hand and show you," he purred, his voice a velvet caress that enflamed her, making her blood boil through her veins like rocket fuel.

Janae's libido collapsed in a hormonal puddle at his words, along with her cheekiness, leaving Sarah to fend for herself.

Jareth reached up, his gloved hand gently teasing along Sarah's jaw, making her quiver at the tenderness of the caress, a low gasp edging its way from between her clenched jaws. His fingers guided her head until she had turned to face him once more, her emerald eyes fluttering shut as if she could avoid his insistent gaze.

"Look at me, Precious one," he quietly commanded, smiling slyly at the way she fought the urge to obey him. "Now, Sarah."

Unable to disobey his command and knowing that to do so would be far worse than looking him in the eye, Sarah's eyes opened, their green depths flashing with a hint of fear, countered by desperate desire.

"Tell me, Dearest…what are your real plans for the evening," he asked, his voice low and soothing, the sound melting the last of Sarah's resolve.

She threw you under the bus, it is time to repay the favor, snarked her inner-self gleefully.

"We were going to dinner and then Janae thought we should hit Libertine one last time as she was looking for someone to play with," Sarah blurted, pointedly ignoring the look of betrayal that Janae gave her.

"Sa….rah!" Janae gasped, missing the predatory grin that flashed across Fionn's face.

"The name is…Payback," Sarah replied with a mischevious smirk, "And compared to some of the stuff I could say about you and your interests in Libertine tonight, that was tame," she threatened, to which Janae's mouth snapped shut with an audible click, her eyes darting toward Fionn as she blushed. "Besides, thanks to you I dodged a bullet on the language thing, I really don't want to add lying to the mix," she grumbled, sneaking a peek at Jareth who nodded in agreement.

"Yes, your attire is more suited to Libertine than a movie," Fionn chuckled, stretching his leather clad legs out gracefully as he looked at Janae, the toying with ball gag still in his hand.

Looking at Janae, her emerald eyes sparkling brightly, Sarah gave a low purr of laughter, "Actually Fionn, she usually wears far less when she is at the club than she is wearing now."

With a squeak of outrage, Janae lost her balance and fell from the arm of the chair into the chair itself. Righting herself she glared at Sarah, "That was cruel…even for you."

Sarah leaned in and kissed Jareth's cheek silently, before sliding from his lap. Kneeling near the coffee table, she picked up a shot-glass and offered it to Janae, "Truce?"

Joining Sarah next to the table, Janae nodded. Fionn and Jareth watched the girls as they knelt across from each other, their backs straight, while they rested their bums on their heels, four shots sitting in the middle of the table.

"Are you planning on sharing those, Precious," Jareth enquired, his voice a chocolate purr, as he rather liked her current posture.

"Nope. Not even the Goblin King gets to fuck with a girl's night out tradition," replied Janae, her blue eyes snapping defiantly in Jareth's direction.

Jareth raised an eyebrow at her comment, a dark smirk sliding across his aristocratic face, "You'll keep Janae. I'll see that Fionn takes your little comment out of your hide properly later."

They watched as the girls lined their drinks up, two in a line in front of each of them.

Placing their hands behind their backs. The two girls leaned over the table wrapping their lips around a shot glass, each one nearly taking the whole glass in her mouth. Then, as if on cue, they both tossed their heads back, downing the shots in one gulp. Janae and Sarah shook their heads, fighting the urge to cough, before shooting the shot glasses out of their mouths and into their waiting hands, where they flipped them upside down and slammed them onto the table.

Picking up their second shot glasses, Sarah began, her eyes shining with laughter, "If you want to kiss the sky…."

"You better learn how to kneel," laughed Janae, thumping her glass into Sarah's before tossing back their drinks. This time Sarah shut her eyes and pounded the table as she slammed her glass back down, coughing.

"Damn, inhaled some of it," she wheezed, then blanched when she realized what she had said. Seeing Janae prepare to slam her glass down, Sarah shot out a hand and stopped her. "Nope…you missed some. You know the rules. You get it all or you have another shot."

Shrugging, Janae leaned her head back as far as she could go, popped the rim of the glass in her mouth, then flicked her tongue out, running it around the inside of the glass before dropping it into her hand and slamming it rim down on the table, looking pointedly at Fionn. After her earlier discussion with Sarah in the kitchen and a brief conference with her inner-self and libido, she had decided that she was going to enjoy tonight at Fionn's hands and not worry about tomorrow or anything else. Besides, while she and Sarah always watched each other's backs when they played at the club, they both figured that it was highly unlikely that Jareth would allow any actual harm to befall Janae at Fionn's hands.

Janae hopped up nimbly. Reaching out to help Sarah back onto her feet she grinned cheekily at Fionn and Jareth, "Now, if you two gentlemen would excuse us, we have dinner reservations and our limo is waiting downstairs."

"Oh…I think not Janae," chuckled Fionn, his dark eyes glittering dangerously at her. "You see, thanks to your offer, you two ladies will be spending the evening with us."

Frowning, Janae turned, her hands on her hips as she glared at him, "I don't think so. We are expected at the club tonight. While Jareth may have the power to keep Sarah from going, you don't have that kind of power over me – counter offer or not."

Fionn rose swiftly from his spot on the couch and reached Janae before she even realized he had moved, his gloved hand reaching out to firmly caress her chin, tilting her face upward. Janae's mind and body froze as his face neared hers, until she could feel the warmth of his breath across her lips, making her tremble. Her senses reeling with the heat pouring off his body, the firmness of his grip on her chin, and the intoxicating scent of him.

Then he spoke, a hint of steel edging his voice despite the smug grin on his face, "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear Janae, you will be spending the evening with me. Whether you like it or not; although, I strongly suspect that you will like it, immensely, in fact. And we have every intention of going to the club, just not the public rooms."

Janae looked at Sarah, her eyebrows knitted in confusion, who shrugged in reply, "They have private rooms?"

Chuckling, Fionn looked at Jareth and shook his head before turning back to Janae, "There are many things you have yet to learn. Ask me nicely and I might just be inclined to show them to you."

Jareth wrapped his arm around Sarah and led her from the suite. At the door, Fionn paused holding his arm out to Janae who merely glared at him. Grabbing her purse she ignored his proffered arm and headed after Sarah and Jareth, while Fionn chuckled wickedly behind her, tucking the ball gag into his jacket as he walked down the hall. Oh yes, it will be fun to try to tame her and Gods I hope she never gives up the fight, he thought happily.

Once in the limo, Jareth merely tapped on the window and the driver nodded, pulling into the Friday night traffic. Sarah just looked at him in surprise, clearly he had known what was going on all along.

"You and those damn crystals," she muttered, blushing and groaning when she heard herself cursing again.

Jareth fixed Sarah with a stern glare, his voice cold and firm as he spoke, "The deal with Janae stipulated that you were to stop that atrocious language immediately. You have not, therefore the deal should be declared null and void."

He almost laughed at the crestfallen expression on Janae's face. Knowing that she was practically vibrating with the anticipation of what Fionn might do with her, he thoroughly enjoyed tormenting her.

Seeing the disappointment flit across Janae's face, Sarah frowned.

"However, I think I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself Sarah, and allow your friend to make good on her offer," with a flick of his hand Sarah found herself gagged with a clear rubber ball gag, her emerald eyes wide in shock. Nodding as if pleased with himself, Jareth smirked at her, "That should put an end to your language problems for the moment, my Pet."

"And as for you Janae, while Fionn and I discuss your offer you are advised to keep your opinions to yourself or you will suffer the same fate as Sarah," he continued, before moving to the other end of the limo with Fionn. The two of them quietly discussed what should be done with Janae for quite some time, leaving the girls silent at the other end of the car. Reaching out, Janae grasped Sarah's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Jareth and Fionn finished their deliberations as the same time as the car stopped at the restaurant. Fionn stepped out first, turning to help Janae from the car. Jareth followed them, but when he turned to assist Sarah she balked, pulling away from him as she shook her head frantically, tears springing into her eyes at the thought of being seen in public gagged. Sitting down next to her, Jareth turned her to face him, tenderly wiping away a stray tear with a gloved thumb.

"Precious one, don't tell me a week away has made you lose your trust in me?" he crooned softly, caressing her cheek with his leather-clad knuckles.

Sarah shook her head no, her eyes still shining with fear as she pointed to the gag.

"No, Pet," he said firmly. "It stays for the moment. We both know Janae and Fionn want to play together," he said, smiling as Sarah nodded in agreement. "But without this little bargain, Janae might not have found the courage to ask for what she so desperately wants and in many ways needs. You agreed to let Janae take your punishment, yet you can't control your mouth. If you can't control your mouth, I will have to renege on the agreement, which means Janae will lose her excuse for enjoying herself. Do you really want that to happen, my love?"

Sarah shook her head, blinking she forced back the remaining tears. Taking Sarah's hand to assist her from the car, he tenderly kissed her forehead, "Besides Dearest, if you would just trust me, I think you will be pleasantly surprised at how accommodating this particular dining establishment is."

Stepping out of the limo, Sarah found that they were in a parking garage. She took Jareth's arm, but kept her head down, hoping her veil of hair would keep others from seeing her embarrassing predicament. The two of them met Janae and Fionn at the lift. Entering the lift Sarah was shocked to see a young woman in a simple black silk tunic, a wide silver collar around her neck, that attached to a silver and leather bit-gag in her mouth. The girl in the tunic turned her head toward them as if waiting.

"Inferno, please," chuckled Jareth as he nodded at the girl, who punched a button on the control panel.

Janae tried hard not to stare at the woman as the elevator rose, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. She scooted closer to Sarah and squeezed her friend's hand again, the two of them sharing an understanding look as the elevator ground to a stop. Both girls looked on in surprise as the lift doors opened. The restaurant walls were dark burgundy and black brocade, with thick burgundy carpets. Scattered neatly throughout the large room were low tables surrounded by pillows, with black semi-sheer curtains draped over each table, making them all private.

As they were lead toward a table in the back, Sarah felt herself blush at the sounds of lust drifting from many of the tables. Trying not to look, she noticed that the semi-sheer nature of the curtains surrounding the tables meant that others could not see clearly what was happening inside, but moving shadows were clearly visible. Feeling Janae squeeze her hand and gesture surreptitiously toward a nearby table, Sarah gulped seeing shadows dancing upon the curtains, shadows that were clearly engaged in very physical behaviours judging from the whimpers and throaty moans that drifted from inside.

Leaning close to Sarah's ear, Janae whispered with a nervous laugh, "Honey, we aren't in Kansas anymore."

Sarah blushed and nodded, they most certainly were not!