I paced around my room trying to decide what to do. I know he wasn't giving me a choice, but I can't see myself being bedded by him. I mean he's my father. Well, not by blood. Fath… I mean Jareth told me the story of my mother and how I came to the underground. He talks about my mother any chance he gets, but when he does he gets that longing look, in his eyes. I assume they were lovers at one point, but he never goes into that much detail. Just the important stuff.
Don't get me wrong I'm grateful that he took me in and raised me as his own, but that doesn't mean I want to marry him. He's very kind, but he can be very cruel as well. I just experienced a small amount of his cruelness. I've never been on the receiving end when he's at his worst and I plan on keeping it that way. The servants and maids whisper amongst themselves of his conquests during the night.
As far as I can tell he's a wonderful lover in bed, but he eventually ends up treating them like trash. I know that it wouldn't happen to me, but I'm a virgin and inexperienced with subjects of a sexual nature. Besides, I want to fall in love. Then get married and start a family. I don't want to marry Jareth because I don't love him like that.
I love him like a daughter loves her father. "Whelp, that settles it. I've made up my mind. I just hope it's the right decision." Just then Jareth appeared in my room. "So, have you decided, pet." He grinned in anticipation.
"Yes, father... " I hesitated "I'm disinclined to acquiesce your request." I lowered my eyes fearful of his response. "WHAT?!" He snapped. "It means, no, father." I started regretting my choice. "I understand perfectly well what it implies, you ungrateful minx. I took you in, raised you, showered you in luxury, I offer you the status of Queen, and yet you still refuse me."
He lunged at me and seized my hair. "Fine, you will be forced to live the alternative outcome. Instead of marrying me and becoming my queen, you choose a life of bondage." He smirked as I gazed at him confused at his meaning. "You will become my slave." I gaped at him in panic.
"S-slave. You're going to force me to w-work" My voice was high-pitched in terror. "No, not that sort of slave, love." He didn't even try to disguise the sinister look on his face. "You will service me…" He paused. Then he drew my face near his and whispered "...in my bed." My face went white. He was savoring my immediate horror.
"NO! You're mad! I'm not some whore off the street. I'm a.." before I could finish He interrupted "A what? A princess? I was going to make you Queen! You refused my offer so I am no longer granting you a possibility to accept. Besides, you're correct you are not a whore, because a whore has various men in her bed. I will be the only man that will ever see that pretty little cunt of yours, pet."
He began stroking his fingers along my pussy for emphasis. "You WILL obey me. You will NEVER escape. I WILL bed you as MUCH as I command. I WILL punish you if you disobey or resist me. I WILL punish you if you try to escape me. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head in defeat. He released my hair and smirked at his triumph. "Don't look so glum, precious I'm known to be an exceptional lover." His hot breath whispered in my ear. "Of course whether I make you scream in agony or pleasure is entirely up to you. I'll make you taste desires you never imagined possible." He licked his lips at the idea.
He drew me into his embrace as we disappeared from my room. We reappeared in what looked like another bedroom. It was immaculate. There was a huge four-poster bed with black silk bedding, two large wardrobes sitting side by side, a vanity, and two armchairs with a table between them, near a fireplace. A magnificent tapestry lined the wall and there was a door off to the side of the room. Lastly, there was a large bay window that overlooked the kingdom, but it seemed as though it didn't open.
I glanced around in amazement and skepticism. "Welcome to my bedroom, you will remain here from now on, for convenience of course. The door over there is the privy and the wardrobe closest to the fireplace is yours, though you'll only require it for special occasions" He waved his hand and I felt my dress disappear and something less proper appear in its place. I glanced downward. I was wearing a gold bra-like top and a long skirt that only covered the front and back of my lower body. (Think Princess Leia slave outfit)
He looked me up and down with approval. He burrowed his brow and said, "Hmmm, somethings missing." Then his face lit up and he waved his hand again. "There, much more pleasing." Two gold bracelets appeared on each wrist and a gold collar with diamonds encrusted and a heart pendant appeared around my neck. I looked at myself in the vanity mirror in revulsion.
"You will wear this unless I say otherwise. You will accompany me for all meals in the dining room as before, other than that you will remain in here…. for my entertainment." I was infuriated and I couldn't manage my eruption any longer. "You're a vile monster. I'm glad my mother rejected you. She knew you were wicked and I wager she despised you too. Go to hell you bas…" before I could finish, he backhanded me across the room.
"So cruel, little girl…. I can be cruel too." He stomped over to me and forced me on the bed. "I was going to be gentle since you're a virgin, but you tested my patience. I warned you, precious. I could've made you scream in pleasure, but it appears you prefer to shriek in torment." He pinned me to bed and ripped the skirt off my body, then he flipped me on my stomach took a rope hanging from the poster of the bed, and bound my hands behind my back.
He grabbed my hair and coiled it set around his hand and drew my ear to his lips. "I'm going to savor this." Then he shoved my head back down but still clutched my hair in his grasp. He placed his cock near my entrance and thrust in as hard and fast as he could. I cried in pain. Tears streamed down my face.
He pumped his cock hard and fast. He slapped my ass a few times. With each drive, he moaned. I bit my lip from permitting any sound escape. Finally, I sensed his warm load bust inside of me.
When he was finished cumming he released my hair and untied my hands. I curled into a little ball and sobbed. He went to the privy to wash up. When he came back he was clothed. He made his way to the door that led to the hallway. Before he left he turned to me and said "I'm eager for the time we'll spend together. Do freshen yourself up, love. I expect you ready for your birthday party in a few hours. Then he turned and secured the door following him.