DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth, Sarah or Jareth. That said, I'd really like to snog his glittery hotness the Goblin King breathless. *wistful sigh*

WARNING: Adult Content! Not suitable for those under 18. This chapter (and the next two) deal with adult topics including sex, kink, and violence. If these things offend you, don't read!

Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews. Please continue as I have horrible confidence issues when it comes to writing lemons – so feedback is helpful and desperately needed! :) The next two chapters should be heavily lemony….hope you enjoy.

Also, be sure and read the Author's Note at the end. :)


The Ties That Bind Vol. 2

Ch. 8: Just Desserts

Feeling Jareth move away from her, talking quietly to Fionn, Sarah waited a moment further until she heard the sound of booted footsteps walking away from their alcove. I guess when you can't see what is happening, your other senses do pick up, she mused with a smile.

"When you said you wanted to play tonight, I'm pretty sure this was not what you were expecting, huh, Jae?" Sarah whispered quietly to Janae, pondering their current predicament.

Unseen by Sarah, Janae nodded her head in agreement, stray red curls bouncing like coiled springs with the movement, as a grin broke out over her freckled face. "Um… unexpected is an understatement. Not that I'm complaining. This is probably the most fun I've had in…oh ever," she replied happily.

Apparently, judging from the content purr Janae gave, their current compromising position didn't faze her in the least, although Sarah was still somewhat shocked by it. She had never imagined she would spend most of dinner blindfolded, partially nude, barely wearing one of Jareth's shirts and seated upon the low table in front of him, her legs spread wide and bound to the legs of the table, with her arms cuffed behind her. That alone wasn't an issue. The issue arose from what happened at dessert.


After arriving at their table, they were surprised to find that not only was the owner, Dante, great friends of Jareth and Fionn, but also that the Inferno was not merely a restaurant, but just one level of a complete club and Libertine was next door. Janae and Sarah had been going to Libertine for several years and had no idea that the Inferno existed, which made them wonder what else they did not know.

Once Jareth and Fionn had settled into their curtained alcove, they explained what Janae's punishment would be.

"I've got to do what?" Janae had gasped, her freckled face turning several shades of pink as her blue eyes flicked from Jareth to Sarah, studiously avoiding looking in any way at Fionn. Without looking at him she could already picture his feral smirk and the darkly hungry look in his eyes.

Jareth chuckled at her reaction. Despite her protests, he knew without a doubt that what he was offering her would hardly be a punishment, as her very reactions to Fionn demonstrated clearly that she wanted nothing more than to be at his mercy and that is exactly what she was going to get.

"I don't think I mumbled, Janae and I really detest being made to repeat myself," he drawled, a sardonic sneer on his face as he sipped his wine, "After careful consideration of Sarah's customary punishment for her ill-thought out language, and your particular, how should we put it … predilections … Fionn and I decided that to fulfill your side of the bargain you will be his for the night."

"For the evening…." she questioned, her voice cracking slightly as she looked frantically from Fionn to Sarah. While the thought of playing with Fionn made her libido scream with lustful delight, the idea of being his for the whole night was more than a bit intimidating.

"No. All. Night," replied Fionn, his voice a rich purr, making her already taut nipples tighten painfully and elicting a soft moan from Janae's lips that were parted to protest further.

Carefully schooling her face as Janae tried to wrangle her runaway libido and the part of her inner-self that was currently having a nervous breakdown. The way Fionn looked at her nearly unnerved her, his dark eyes washing over her as if already seeing what she would look naked under him. Mustering all of her resolve, she fixed Fionn with a defiant stare, her blue eyes snapping in the dim light of the Inferno room.

"Are you sure that you know what you are in for, Fionn? I seriously think I'm getting the better end of this deal," she said, surprised at how sure and calm her voice sounded. "Come on. You've seen what I'm like. I don't change that for anyone."

Fionn gave Janae a wicked grin, leaning close to her until his lips were mere millimeters from her ear before whispering softly, "I didn't ask you to be anything other than what I know you to be Janae, bold, defiant and desperately in need of a firm hand."

Sitting back against the pillows upon which the four of them were lounging, Fionn chuckled darkly seeing that Janae's eyes had fallen shut at his words. Her breathing slowed, although he could see her heartbeat racing as it thudded beneath the thin skin at the base of her throat. He growled inwardly, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into that sensitive spot and feel her pulse throbbing against his lips. Soon…. his inner self soothed, Soon you will have that pleasure and so much more.

Jareth looked at his brother and shook his head in amusement. Although both brothers knew of the other's predilections in regard to the delicious combination of power, pleasure and pain - in fact they had discussed such matters at length when younger - in the centuries they had been alive, they had never had a reason to join forces, until now. Jareth found it endlessly amusing to see his brother tease the self-assured and brash Janae, particularly since he knew that Janae was ripe for Fionn's particular skills, something he was sure she would enjoy – loudly and at great length.

For himself, Jareth was enjoying Sarah's reaction to the Inferno room. After her initial shyness of being gagged in public, he found that she relaxed quite quickly once they were settled into their alcove. Apparently knowing that other couples and groups were engaging in much more extreme power games made her feel more comfortable, and he was fine with letting her bask in that illusion – for the moment. He had every intention of pushing her farther than ever before, making her scream for him, in a most delicious way.

Jareth nodded to Fionn before conjuring a black bag and handing it to Sarah, while Fionn did the same for Janae.

"Unfortunately, given the nature of this establishment and the rooms in the lower levels, you two ladies, however lovely your clothing may be, are now entirely over-dressed," Jareth drawled with a wicked smirk. "This simply will not do. Therefore, you are to take the bags you were given and retire to the locker rooms to change."

Janae moved to peek into her bag until Fionn reached out and firmly gripped one of the nipple clamps barely hidden beneath her latex dress, making her gasp sharply, his onyx eyes glittering as he shook his head in warning.

"I suggest you keep your curiosity in check until you reach the locker room. Oh, and no trading items with Sarah. You are each to return wearing what is in your own bag."

Doing as instructed, they wound their way past the curtained tables, Sarah trying desperately to ignore the moans and whimpering, while Janae craned her head around trying to see past the semi-opaque curtains. When they finally found the locker room, they were astonished at the lush interior of private changing rooms, lounging chairs, a hot tub big enough for at least ten people, a sauna and even a tanning bed.

Finding a changing room that was big enough for them both, Sarah and Janae dumped the contents of their bags onto the deep emerald fainting lounge tucked into the corner. Initially they were both relieved to see that they each had been given a black velvet cloak, and a pair of fur lined leather cuffs, but there the similarities in their bags ended.

Sarah's bag contained a shirt made of pure white silk that looked suspiciously similar to those that Jareth frequently wore, along with the detested triple clamp and chain contraption that Janae had gotten for her. She groaned in frustration as she ran her hand into the bottom of the bag, hoping that perhaps the knickers had merely not come out when she up-ended the bag – unfortunately, none were provided.

"He has got to be kidding," she grumbled, gingerly holding up the clamps as she looked at Janae with a frown.

Examining the contents of her bag, Janae just laughed, "Um…I don't know what you are bitching about Sar…at least you got some form of clothing!"

Janae ran her hands through the contents, lightly running her fingers over the leash made of silver chain. Instead of the triple clamps with a chain, she had a different configuration. Two plum-sized emerald- colored jewels cut in a teardrop shape hung from two clamps that were attached together by a fine silver chain strung with smaller teardrop shaped emerald gems. Attached to the center of this chain was a second chain that went upward and attached to a silver collar, engraved with elaborate Celtic knot-work. Hanging downward from the center most point was another chain ending in a small ring.

Janae frowned, her eyebrows knitting as she looked at the chained configuration. Laying out the chains she finally realized that the two clamps hung with emerald gems were for her nipples, the collar obviously went around her neck, and the metal ring must be meant to attach to her hood-piercing.

In addition to the clamps and chains, she found a small, belled anklet and a belled gypsy belt.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, her eyes shining in anticipation as she checked the depths of her bag again.

"Um, judging from what is in your bag, as well as what is clearly not, I'm pretty sure that is exactly Fionn's idea, Jae," giggled Sarah as she shimmied out of her clothes.

When she was left in nothing but her knickers she looked at Janae. "Do you think Jareth would notice if I left my knickers on?" she asked, nibbling her bottom lip as she considered things.

Janae shook her head, as she handed the clamp/chain item to Sarah, "Sar, if lying gets you flogged and cursing gets you caned….do you really want to find out what the penalty for not following these instructions would be? Fuck, he might take the shirt off you and make you go naked too! I'm an exhibitionist, so it doesn't phase me…. much. But you? Better not risk it."

Nodding, Sarah slid her knickers off, all the while muttering dark thoughts about Jareth and his motives under her breath. She tugged the silk shirt over her head and moaned when she found that the frilled front had no way of closing it, so it draped open to her navel. Muttering further, she winced as she attached all three clamps to the appropriate places, her emerald eyes snapping with irritation. "Seriously Jae, I blame you for all of this," Sarah grumbled, her cranberry colored lips pouting as she gingerly sat on the lounge to wait for Janae to finish getting undressed. "You just had to go to the club tonight."

Janae clicked the collar around her neck and deftly attached the clamps to her nipples and piercing, a small purr escaping her lips as she finished. "Hell Sarah! How was I supposed to know those two would show up? And I don't know what you are bitching about, you at least get clothes."

Stretching her back Janae gasped, realizing the chains were just short enough that if she arched too far the chain would tug on the piercing, in a way that was not exactly pleasant….but not particularly painful.

Oh….Fionn is soooo wicked! Purred her libido as a hormonal hail storm roiled through her body.

Remember when I said we were in trouble? asked her libido. Correction, we are sooooo fucked – not only that, but I'm pretty sure we're gonna be fucked as well!

Janae's inner voice was too shell-shocked to form a coherent sentence at this point, barely being able to find the presence of mind to drag itself into the darkest recess of her mind to hide from what was surely coming. Meanwhile, her libido declared a inhibition holiday, I suggest we enjoy every little bit of whatever Fionn has planned, just in case this is a one time thing. If she was honest with herself, Janae hoped this was not going to be a one time thing. Why do I get the feeling that having him once will make me hungry for him all the more, she thought ruefully, as her libido nodded frantically in agreement.

Putting the cuffs on their wrists, they packed their clothing back into the bags and wrapped the cloaks around their bodies, holding them closed as they wandered back through the main room. Hearing a loud smacking sound, Sarah gave a small yelp, freezing as she saw a raised arm swinging downward in a nearby alcove, each loud smack being followed by a guttural moan. Janae grabbed Sarah's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

She grinned, tugging her friend along, "Lucky girl."


After returning to the table it wasn't long before Sarah and Janae found themselves in their current position.

Jareth settled Sarah before him on the table, sliding the cloak from her shoulders to pool around her hips. Leaning in, he kissed her tenderly before tying her own silk scarf over her eyes. Once she was blindfolded, he slid a gloved hand through the opening of her shirt and lightly tugged on the silver chain hanging between her breasts, giving her a sultry smirk as she arched toward him gaspin.

Leading Janae to perch on the table in front of him, Fionn's dark eyes washed over her hungrily as he slid the cloak open toward her shoulders. Noticing the leash dangling from the front of her silver collar, he gave a low chuckle, his lips twisting slightly in a bemused sneer. Janae watched puzzled as he unlatched the leash and dangled it in front of her.

"Perhaps I should have been more specific as to the location of this particular item," he purred quietly, relishing the way she brazenly met his gaze. Tapping her bottom lip lightly with the leash he smiled, his sharp teeth framed in a feral smirk, "Open."

Fionn placed the leash between her teeth. Bringing his head close to hers, she breathed in the luscious scent of him and felt herself shiver. His tongue flicked out to tease the corner of her mouth as he kept her gaze. Trying not to drool around the leash as it hung from her mouth, Janae whimpered softly at the feel of his tongue, not expecting the searing warmth of it, or the way that one simple action caused a flood of heat to wash through her body, pooling between her thighs.

With a start she noticed his hands on her knees. Slowly they moved along her inner thighs, their firm pressure forcing her legs outward, opening her to him. He watched her squirm as his fingers knowingly flicked the ring of her piercing. Taking the leash from her teeth, he deftly attached it the piercing. Fionn gave the leash a slight tug, a wicked smile shining in his eyes. Janae gasped at the sensation, her blue eyes wide as she looked at him.

"Hmm…much better," he sneered, giving the leash another tug before placing the handle of the leash back in her mouth, "Hold that my dear."

Jareth and Fionn settled back upon the cushions, discussing various matters relating to Underground politics while they waited for dinner to arrive. They largely ignored Sarah and Janae except for the odd titilating caress, until Jareth brought up Sarah's actions against Derrick in the dungeon.

"You have Derrick your dungeon," Janae asked, dropping the handle of the leash as her blue eyes glittered sharply at the thought of seeing that bastard hanging in chains.

"Hush, Janae," chided Fionn, tugging sharply at the piercing, making her whimper. "It is nothing to you what Jareth does with the bastard that harmed his queen."

Flipping her head defiantly, Janae growled at Fionn, jerking back against the leash, "Fucking hell it doesn't! She isn't the only one he hurt. Ohh…what I wouldn't give to have five minutes alone in a dungeon with that asshole," she muttered venomously.

Jareth cocked his head, peering around the girls as he looked Fionn, his expression stilling Fionn's hand as it went to tug again on the leash, "Explain yourself, Janae," Jareth demanded, his voice edged with ice at the mention of Derrick harming his Sarah and the idea of him harming anyone else.

"When he harassed Sarah at the club he made sure I was busy with one of his mates, then cornered her. She was supposed to be making sure I was safe, but he physically forced her away from my scene. I couldn't do anything to help Sarah because I had been bound and then the asshat who was playing with me left me like that to go join Derrick and the others abusing Sarah!" Janae explained, her voice dull as she tried to distance herself from the pain she still felt at the memory.

"Sarah shouldn't have been attacked by him, either time. I on the other hand left myself open for it," sighed Janae, her blue eyes hard and cold. "I broke our cardinal rule and went to the club by myself one night, then agreed to leave the public venue with him."

Silently, Fionn reached out and caressed Janae's cheek, "You don't have to tell us Janae, it doesn't change anything if you don't."

Shaking her head, Janae gave Fionn a wan smile, "No, I can't move past it until I tell someone. And as odd as it may sound," she laughed, shrugging her shoulder to indicate her current position, "This is probably the safest I've felt in a scene sense, since the moment Derrick laid a hand on me. Fuck, even Sarah only knows part of the story, I couldn't tell her the whole truth either."

"I went to the club alone one night. I told Sarah I wasn't going, but I was so restless. I couldn't concentrate and there is only one thing that can settle me down – canes." She smiled softly at her admission, her face dropping as she went on, "Derrick did as I needed and I felt guilty for accepting it. The downside to having a submissive side is that I tend to feel guilty because it always seems like I get the best side of things, by being on the receiving end and all….y'know?"

Fionn squeezed Janae's knee and nodded. He found it endearing that she would think that way, when he always thought the dominant partner got the better end of things by getting to do as they wanted.

"So, I figured I'd go home with him and pay him back," Janae explained with a frown, her voice dropping lower. "I'm not proud of that. It was stupid, so I'd appreciate it if y'all don't ever mention it again."

"Turns out, Derrick wasn't interested in straight sex, he wanted something that most women balk at. What he took from Sarah against her will, I would have given freely," she said with a shrug. "Anal doesn't frighten me. Hell, in the right hands it can be fun…and that is how I beat him at his own game….before he beat the shit out of me that is."

Janae finally looked up, flashing Fionn a sheepish grin.

"I never claimed to be an angel. I'm not. I've played around, more than I probably should have. Hell, I'll try just about anything once. Derrick apparently expected me to fight him, scream, yell, beg…but…um…I didn't," Janae grinned, her blue eyes sparkling evilly. "Quite the opposite actually. I'm used to my willingness regarding that particular act being welcomed. Imagine my surprise when it wasn't." Pausing, she frowned momentarily, then shrugged, "And you know, I refuse to apologize for the fact that my needs and desires don't mesh with your average woman, mortal or otherwise."

"Nor should you," replied Fionn, his voice soft and serious as he spoke to her. "Too many women spend their whole lives being ashamed of their needs or denying them, which is quite the waste. I would rather treasure a woman who knows what she needs and isn't afraid to seek them out, than one who denies herself and consequently me, the fun that could be had," he drawled silkily, his eyes shining intently as he looked at her, smirking at the unconscious way she arched as he spoke to her.

Fionn watched Janae's face intently, smiling at her when she smiled at him once more. He was finding out more about her than he had expected over this dinner, and was rather pleased with what he was hearing.

Taking a deep breath, Janae went on, "I read the situation wrong. The fact that I didn't fight pissed him off worse," she said quietly. "So he beat the crap out of me. Damn near broke my nose and did break my wrist. But I got in a few good blows of my own before I got out of his place. I think I broke at least two ribs and a couple of the fucker's fingers. In hindsight, I should have told Sarah what happened, but it wouldn't have stopped him from coming after her still."

"What I wouldn't give for five minutes alone with the bastard," Janae muttered, her blue eyes flashing poisonously in the dim light.

"You might someday get your chance," Fionn chuckled darkly, giving Janae a wink as he squeezed her knee once more.

Dinner itself was less a matter of eating for sustenance and more an exercise in teasing, something Jareth and Fionn seemed to take great pleasure in. Since Sarah and Janae were not only bound, but bound to each other, Fionn and Jareth fed the girls at their whim, alternately feeding them and teasing them with the food, their hands or both.

Fionn lazily dragged a chocolate covered strawberry across Janae's chest, smirking smugly at her as the warm chocolate stuck to her fair skin. Leaning in close, he slowly licked the chocolate from her, a mixture of licking, biting and sucking making her whimper. Teasing her further, Fionn held the strawberry to her lips, before pulling it away. He did this several times before allowing her access to the plump berry. Janae's eyes shone brightly in a challenge, as her velvet tongue flicking out and swirling around the tip of the berry. Purring quietly, she wrapped her lips around the berry and bit into it, the wet slurping sound making Fionn chuckle wickedly. As she went to take the rest of the strawberry in her mouth, Fionn pulled it away and moving in quickly, captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss that took her breath away.

His lips ground against hers, firm and unrelenting as his tongue thrust through her parted lips, the taste of the chocolate-coated strawberry hanging heavily within the warm recess of her mouth. Janae trembled at the force of the kiss, never having been kissed in such a demanding way before. She was so focused on the feel of his lips attacking hers that she didn't realize his hands had shifted until she felt the tug at the piercing, accompanied two fingers sliding along her folds.

Breaking the kiss he leaned in toward her ear, his sharp teeth nipping at her earlobe. "It has been a long time since you have been played with properly, hasn't it Janae?" he drawled, his warm breath burning against her skin.

Janae struggled to find words, as his fingers kept tickling and caressing her. Her libido was for once speechless, merely dancing ecstatically through her brain overcome with hormonal bliss. With an inarticulate grunt, Janae managed to nod, her lust addled brain rendered essentially useless at the onslaught of his fingers as he slowly eased them inside her. The feeling of his fingers entering her made her arch back, pulling painfully on the chains between her nipples and piercing, and knocking Sarah forward toward Jareth, who laughed darkly, taking advantage of things to bite the side of Sarah's neck until she moaned with need.

Without stopping, Fionn's lips followed Janae's ear, his whisper a dark caress to her soul, "Hmm….I thought as much considering you have been dripping on the table all through dinner." Thrusting his fingers into her again, his eyes fixed upon hers, glittering obsidian stones set beneath wisps of dark hair, as he watched her blush bright at the news of her body's reaction. "The next time I bring you here, I rather think I shall make you the plate. Spread you naked on the table and enjoy both you and my dinner at the same time…."

At the mental image he drew for her, Janae groaned, her hips arching toward his hand without conscious thought. Her body was focused solely upon the feeling of his fingers, while her libido finally found it's voice and was racing through her brain screaming – He said 'next time'. There's gonna be a 'next time'. Holy fucking hell! There's gonna be more!

For the moment, Janae had forgotten they weren't alone, until Jareth grumbled with mock exasperation, "Fionn, if Janae makes Sarah spill my wine on herself or me, there will be hell to pay for one of you."

Liberating his wine glass from where it had been clasped between Sarah's thighs, Jareth peered around the girls at Fionn, who grinned impishly as he replied, "Can I help it if the girl is ripe and just begging to be touched? It is hardly my fault that she responds so eagerly."

"Be that as it may," chuckled Jareth, sipping his wine absently as he tugged upon Sarah's nipple chains, relishing the whimper that escaped her parted lips, "If you insist upon driving Janae to a frenzy, which from her reactions thus far, won't take much to accomplish, might I suggest we adjourn to the rooms downstairs? Or the club proper?"

Sarah sighed as she felt Jareth's hands unclip hers from where they were bound to Janae. Feeling disoriented, she realized he had moved her onto his lap. The weight of the cloak shifted, now draping over her body and Jareth's shoulder as his hands roamed over her. Ignoring her gasps, his gloved hands teased and caressed her stomach and hips.

"Actually brother, I have another suggestion," laughed Fionn, his jet-black eyes dancing with mischievous glee. "A game of sorts."

Jareth looked up, seeing the evil glint in his brother's eyes. Both brother's enjoyed games and neither liked to lose, so for Fionn to offer a game meant only one thing – it must be a game that neither would actually lose.

"State your terms," came the coldly bemused reply.

Removing his fingers from her, Fionn slid Janae from the table-top to his lap, wrapping his arm firmly around her before addressing Jareth.

"Simply this. It would be unseemly for the queen to be teased publically, as I fully intend to do to Janae shortly. However judging from the noises you are eliciting from Her Majesty's lips, I think she is as ripe and juicy as my own lovely peach, and in the anonymity of the alcoves here, her identity is preserved. Therefore, I suggest a friendly competition, to see who can make their peach come undone first."

Sarah felt herself blushing hotly at his description of her and the proposed game, then puzzling over hearing Janae's chuckle turn to a gasp.

As Janae started to laugh at the game Fionn suggested, he tightly tweaked the chain hanging between her nipples, making her gasp instead. "That will be enough out of you, my Treasure."

Pursing his lips, Jareth raised an eyebrow at his brother, a low chuckle rumbling through the alcove. "Interesting. And what does the winner get, aside from a quivering mess of female flesh squirming in his lap? Not that I would mind that," he purred, lightly flicking Sarah's piercing to watch her jump.

"The loser has to attend the next High Court function as a proxy for the winner," proposed Fionn with a grin, knowing that if the brothers had their way, they would never attend any function of the High Court. "And to sweeten the deal, the winner also gets the next crack at dealing with that bastard Derrick."

"Aww Shit! That isn't fair," muttered Janae, her freckled nose wrinkling up as she pouted.

With a conspiratorial grin, Fionn nipped the side of her neck sharply. "Quiet Treasure…. If we win I have every intention of sharing my time with you."

Janae's freckled features lit up at the prospect of getting her own revenge on Derrick, she grinned wickedly at Fionn. "Just as well I'm warmed up then, isn't it?" she asked cheekily as she wriggled further into his lap, making his breath catch in his throat a moment, before stilling her wanton wiggle with a firm grip on her hip and an even firmer tug on the leash attached to her piercing.

"Hmm… you are tart, my Treasure. Just as well, as I am in the mood for dessert," replied Fionn, his voice deep and hungry as he licked the side of Janae's neck. Turning his head he grinned at Jareth, "No magic, only voices, kisses and hands allowed. Deal?"

Jareth grinned smugly, inclined his head in agreement as he shifted Sarah so that she was sitting across his lap, her legs both hanging toward the side wall of the alcove, her back toward Fionn and Janae. With one hand he adjusted the blindfold more securely, trailing his gloved fingers along her jaw before lightly caressing her lips. Having settled Sarah as he wanted her, he peered at Fionn who was adjusting Janae so that she was straddling his lap, her weight resting upon her knees as she knelt amid the cushions scattered around the table.

With a nod, the game began.

Knowing that Janae had been wet for ages, Fionn abruptly thrust three fingers deep into her waiting channel, his other hand pressing against her back as she arched backward with a keening moan. Gently he let her fall back, so she rested against the cushions, her hips still across his lap. His fingers twisted as they thrust inside her, spreading wide, then closing together and thrusting again, before spreading her walls wide again. His other hand found the apex of the chains sitting near her belly. Giving all of the chains a sharp pull, Fionn gave a low growl at the loud moan from Janae. He had always suspected she would be vocal, but if how she was going now was any indication, she would scream for him in a most tantilizing way, and he intended to have her screaming often enough that she would have no voice left by morning.

The fingers thrusting into her made Janae's mind shut-down, focusing solely on the delicious stretching feeling as they twisted inside her. When he pressed against the hidden nerves inside, she felt her mind explode, making her writhe further against his hand, her back arching upward from the pillows. As he tugged the chains, she gasped then moaned, the pain shooting from her clit to her nipples and back again before spreading throughout her body, making her feel as if she were coming apart from the inside out.


Sarah groaned as Jareth entwined a hand in her hair and dragged her head toward him, crushing her lips against his, the taste of wine still on his lips. She responded with a force of her own, not melting into the kiss, but demanding more. Her tongue thrust against his, opening herself up to him.

She felt his hand move down her hip to manipulate the piercing, pressing the knocker bar between her clit and his thumb. Moving his thumb with short twists made Sarah arch against him, his lips devouring her moan hungrily. Whimpering, she felt him hook two fingers into her. Sarah felt her face flush at the slick sound of his fingers thrusting into her further, his thumb still grinding against the knocker bar, each twist sending electric shocks of pain radiating upward into her sex, before suffusing her whole body. Despite the pain against the tender piercing, she felt another warm gush slide around his fingers and found herself wanting more.


Dropping the chains, Fionn turned his attention to the piercing, his fingers dancing expertly over Janae's sensitive pearl, as he slid his fingers out of her. She whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, then growled with animal lust as he thrust four fingers into her, filling her. Stilling his hand, he deftly manipulated her piercing, his eyes darkening as his breathing sped up, unconsciously matching hers as their hearts raced in unison. At the gush of fluid that crept past his fingers, Fionn flexed his fingers, pressing the walls open. He watched as Janae groaned, her body trembling as she abandoned herself to his touch. With his fingers stretching her, he gently but firmly thrust deeper into her, her cries getting louder as her breathing came in short bursts.

Janae couldn't help but cry out when she felt Fionn pressing into her with four fingers. Although her mind had shut down, her libido suddenly perked up in a frenzy - Four fingers is nearly fisting…fucking hell…it feels so damn good! She whimpered at the realization of what could happen, feeling her body clamp down around his fingers in a panic. She tried desperately to relax, wanting to give herself over to him, but the fear of the pain that he could cause if he pushed too fast, devoured her.

Sensing Janae's hesitation, Fionn stroked her gently but firmly, his voice a soft caress as he murmured to her, "Relax Janae. Trust me. I have no intention of hurting you…at least not yet."

The wicked hint made her cry out again, her body opening before him.


Whimpering, Sarah arched her neck as Jareth covered her jaw in kisses before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh where her shoulder and neck met, the feeling of his teeth making whimper, sucking in a hissing breath. As Jareth twisted his fingers inside her he brushed against a spot that made her cry out sharply as a flash of pleasure rocketed through her.

"Jaa…!" she panted. "Again…pleeeeeease," she begged.

Happy to indulge her in this instance, Jareth rubbed once more at the sensitive spot, enjoying the delightful quiver the sensation sent through her warm body. The arm wrapped around her back moved upward until it found her breast, the slender pulling on the clamp, stretching the nipple as Sarah mewled in response, the pleasure of his fingers melding with the pain from her nipple into a rushing torrent of pure lust.

With two fingers embedded in her slick warmth, his thumb continued to rub against the piercing. Jareth growled against her neck, biting her again as she bucked upon his lap, impaling herself further upon his fingers with a guttural moan of desire. Tugging sharply at the chain hanging between her nipples, he felt her clench around his fingers, the muscles beginning the tell-tale fluttering that heralded her release.


Janae felt as though her body was disentigrating, her mind and body consumed by the feeling of Fionn's fingers thrust fully inside her, rhythmically pressing outward against the walls that slid tight around them. She felt the sensation rising, like an itch deep inside her. Despite the fact that his fingers were bottoming out, filling her, the itch only grew, making her writhe frantically against his touch, unable to stop the wanton cries and whimpers that spilled from her gasping lips.

Fionn pressed firmly against the small bud under the piercing. Feeling her body give further to him, he grinned triumphantly, his dark eyes flashing wickedly as curled his hand around his thumb. Slowly and gently he pressed his hand forward until it would go no further, Janae's body spasming forcefully around his knuckles as she keened loudly, her moans adding to the sounds of lust and desire coming from Sarah.

Feeling her body begin it's ascent toward bliss, Jareth leaned into Sarah's ear, a sultry snarl of a demand gliding past his lips as they pressed against her flesh, "Come for me Sarah…"


Sarah didn't hear Janae cry as it was drowned out by her own. After Jareth's command, her ears buzzed only with the white hot noise of her own release as it roared through her body. Beginning as a burning sensation seated upon the piercing, the feeling rapidly spread through her body as she spasmed violently, forcing Jareth to pull her harder against him as her head thrashed backward, her velvet tresses swaying as she surrendered to the sensations, screaming his name into the blackness as it swirled inside her head.

"JAAARETH!"

Janae knew when Fionn had attempted to include his thumb, as she felt the knuckles of his hand brush up against the bony outcropping just inside her channel, and stop. His hand may not have have fully fit, but it was enough to cause her insides to implode. Fionn laughed in surprise as he felt the hot warmth trickling around his hand, as her body clamped down forcefully, massaging against him. Janae's back arched fiercely upward as the feeling crashed down upon her, a hoarse cry bursting from her parched throat as she panted.

Leaning back against the pillows stacked behind them, Jareth continued to tenderly caress Sarah's body as she slumped against his chest. His lips ran lightly over her cheek and neck while she panted and trembled against him, the last throes of her release making her whimper intermittently as aftershocks tore through her, taunting the already sensitive nerves painfully.

With a self-satisfied smirk, he looked up to see Fionn's pleased grin.

Fionn slowly eased his fingers from Janae's channel as the muscles clenched upon him, as if desperately trying to stop him. Janae whimpered piteously as his fingers finally slid from her with a wet sucking sound, the feeling of emptiness threatening to tear a hole in her soul. To her surprise, Janae felt tears glide from her eyes as she came down from the heights to which he had pushed her. Pulling her into his arms, Fionn quietly shushed her, his fingers brushing away her tears as he crooned soothingly into her ear.

The four of them lounged among the pillows for some time, basking in the haze of sensual energy that hung heavily in the air, as if a tangible presence. After some time, Fionn broke the silence, as he held his glass of wine to Janae's lips for her to quench her parched throat.

"Was that a tie, or shall we go for the best two out of three?"

Fionn grinned evilly and Jareth threw back his head and laughed as the girls in unison yelped, "TIE!"

Janae leaned against Fionn and chuckled – if that was dessert, she couldn't wait to see what was for breakfast.


Author's Note: Regarding the 'fisting' depicted here. While it is physically possible there are two cardinal rules that were not followed here (as they would mess with the flow of the story) 1) It takes TIME! It isn't something that is done quickly and 2) It *should* include excessive amounts of lubrication. The general rule is that if you think you have too much lube, add more...then add a bit more on top of that for good measure.

In this chapter, what is described is not 'full' fisting. If you hold your hand open and flat, with your fingers tight together, tuck your thumb into your palm and then curl your fingers around it so that your hand looks kind of like a duck bill, this is what Fionn had done, up to the knuckles. The knuckles tend to get caught on the pelvic bone, but the widest point is actually around the thumb joint.

FIONN: Yes...that's right. Like Mythbusters says...Please do not attempt this at home. We are professionals.

JANAE: Um...yes...I would say your skills are good enough to be considered for professional status.

FIONN: Hmm...I'm glad you approve my dear.

KIT: Oh my Gawd! Don't make me have to turn the hose on you two again!