Chapter Thirteen
Sarah wrenched her arms free from his vice-like grip, clutching her fingertips to his
beautiful Adonis features. Sallow shadows under her fingertips bent to the pressure she
forced upon his skin as she urged his head back. One long and curved nail pierced the
point at the back of his jaw, just below his ear, and a ruby drop of blood poised on her
ring finger, trickling over the zircon ring she had worn that day.
Jareth hissed in air as he let her run the finger across his lips, tasting the semi-metal
taste of blood at the very tip of his tongue. Then, with reflexes lightning quick, he jerked
her arm back, catching her slender wrist again and wrenching it painfully behind her head,
so that her hand was nestled in her draped hair. He found her other and matched it with
the first.
"Do as I say and I will be your slave," Jareth whispered as he carressed her neck a
moment with his aquiline nose.
The darkness that slept in her innermost realms reared its head at Jareth's words.
Sarah, for a moment, felt herself grow so complete it was painful. She craned her neck
back, her laughter bubbling in deep-throated chuckles that Jareth listened to with a sadistic
grin over his thin lips, partially smeared with his own blood still.
"Yes," Sarah bit out, sneering towards the man of her nightmares and of her
dreams.
Jareth leaned back, loosing his grip on her wrists as he perched just over her pelvis.
Her breath jerked in and out of her, jostling her body in seduction as he took hold of the
uppermost button of her dress shirt and pried it open with ease only those with skill could
demonstrate.
But the single button did nothing but show the arced slope of her collarbones as
they met in a slight hollow to her neck. With ravenous hands he gripped the silky fabric
and, deftly with a single smooth movement, tore the shirt apart, leaving it to flutter at her
side.
In the vague light he saw the upwards curve of her breasts, moving rhythmically up
and down with each shattered breath she took. Once more he kissed her, crushing her into
the sofa and then, without so much as a hesitation, she was on the ground and he atop her
once more, freed of the contraints of the rough and sagging sofa.
He raked his hands across her body, lingering over the barely-there material of
which her bra had been constructed. Her nipples erect as he circled them once, only the
damn fabric seperating his flesh from hers. Sarah arched her back again, digging her
fingers into his back as she took hold of his light shirt and pulled it up and over his bowed
head.
His skin was alabaster milk in the night, and she let her hands wander over his thin
chest slightly longer than she would have dared had it been light. She hestitated over his
abdomen, firm and trembling at the tender slip of her nail across it. She felt him suck in
and his pelvis move in deeper against her.
"Get rid of them," Sarah whispered, grinding her teeth against desire so powerful it
galloped her heart.
Jareth understood and, with laying his hand over her chestnut eyes, their clothes
were gone, and she felt him against her, strong and powerful. Too powerful. Once more
he gripped her arms, and again he forced her into submission as he mounted atop her and
gazed at her, fully nude beneath him, of equal nudity.
"As you wish," he purred and kissed her jawline.
His hands loosed from her wrists, but Sarah found her arms firmly in place, held by
strips of velvet so soft that even her fear of the situation was not strong enough to
overthrow the lust. The raw sexual drive was fierce and electric in the night as the snow
cascaded down from the heavens in a single endless curtain.
Running his smooth hands along the curve of her shoulders, down to the incline
inwards of her ribcage until it sloped against a slender waist and rounded hips, he paused,
and kissed the space between her breasts, sensing her quiver at his touch. Jareth ran his
palms back up, lingering across her abdomen as she had done earlier.
And all along Sarah responded to everything he did. She succumbed to his slight
urge, with a single nudge of his leg, to spread her own wide. And again she found the
same velvet restriants securing her ankles, leaving her spread on the ground like a bare
sacrificial lamb. Like the living alter of the satanic mass... a nude woman...
Then he was touching her breasts and the touch was not anything she had ever felt
before. The years with Brian, the countless dirty episodes awashed in sweat and tangled
clothes in the back of cars with meaningless men; everything became secondary garbage to
the touch he made on her skin.
"I control you, Sarah.... Tell me you would do anything!" Jareth whispered
harshly, his mouth fondling her neck, as he bit again and she bent her head to enclose his.
"Anything," her breathless whispered response hung over them as Jareth moved
downwards, trailing fire over her breasts and across her abdoment that shivered like
horse's skin in the summer evenings.
"You are mine," Jareth stated, his distinctly different colored eyes flashing as he
caught her gaze and held it, intensity a fire that raged between them.
"yes," she was meek this time, but an answer that pleased the king nonetheless.
And that was what she needed, to please him so that he could continue to do such sweet,
sweet things again.
He tantalized her inner thigh, kneading into her leg as his own breathing increased.
The thought of such power, such supreme power over the one who had bested him surged
into him and he felt himself grow harder at such an image as what her simple answer had
created. But then, it was a lie that he saw in his perfect imagination. His fingertips went
to the core of her sexuality, and she jittered as he flicked his finger over it briefly.
"And I.... I am yours."
She didn't respond to what he had said, her body too electrified to grace the brief
statement with even the short answer she had given the other questions. Sarah merely dug
her hips down, urging him to come to her... to stop toying.
"yes," he said this time, and then moved his finger inside of her.
Her widened eyes snapped shut and she strained against the binds that held her.
The pressure against her heightened the response, and Sarah thrashed a moment before
she realized that there was no way out. And then dawning realization stole into the
moment, just as he let his hand wander from the treasure trove between her legs... and he
poised himself over her.
"Jareth...." Sarah began, watching him watch her, and she saw in the moment such
a sinister glare that the night she had left Brian became something of a fairytale in
comparison. "Oh God... Fuck...!" Her mouth poured with profanities, begging and
pleading for more... and less... to stop... continue.... and He lowered himself into her.
Declarations of pleasure, moans. A taste of sweat on lips as Jareth moved in and
kissed her neck, her lips, her forehead. Sarah would have reached to touch him, but her
hands were bound. But, strangely, they loosed just a bit as she pulled against them,
finding she could bring her arms up almost to Jareth as she reached.
"Oh!" Sarah exclaimed, rushing her hips into his. A mounting energy grew as he
moved against her harder, harder....
She could feel him with her, his manhood like a rock... like the rest of his body.
Jareth's muscles were so taught they trembled against her, and she moved to touch him
with her hands and found the binds gone, nothing but ribbons remained around her wrists
and she moved them to grasp him, urged him downwards, wrap her legs around him.
He wasn't the only one with experience....
"Come on!" Sarah whispered intensely, her hips swaying upwards as the power she
had felt mounted higher and higher yet. All the other lovers.... all the other nights of sex
and groping, kissing and touching. She felt dirty, but felt slavation through this vengeful,
angry, almost forced act of sex. Strange.
And then she came, and Jareth felt her bucking beneath him, grinding up to him,
tightening against him. He rolled his head back, his mouth formed into a tightened "o" as
he felt himself reaching the climax. In that moment he came and she slid comfortably into
the downward spiral of their sex.
I feel him, his.... seed. Sarah thought as he slipped out of her, laying against her,
two bodies entertwined on the ground of an old farmhouse, in the musky underglowing
scent of primal love. Fuck you, Brian.... I hope I get pregnant.
In one simulataneous action the lights popped back on, and Sarah felt herself
dipping back inside herself, evaluating just where she was, and what naked body now laid
with her own nude self. She shivered, and she looked at the walls of the farmhouse as if
they were watching her. Silent sentinal to their damned act.
Forbidden. They seemed to whisper. Abomination. The words slipped down on
her, breaking through her carefully constructed approval of the situations.
But with the lights coming on, another event occured. In the far corner of the
living room, just where the stairs led up to the bedrooms, a window smashed in, and both
lovers jerked up to see just what had happened.
"How could you?!" Sarah asked, suddenly and completley out of the moment.
Jareth just acknowledged her as she turned her face to the ground, loathing herself
more than any other moment she could have found. The touch of the back of his hand on
her cheek very nearly undid her determination to hate him again. Sarah looked up, and
saw him fully clothed again, casual attire, not the sleek black panther suit he had strangely
morphed his clothes into during the chase.
"We are one, Sarah. You are as much a part of me as I you...," he trailed off, his
head tilting briefly to one side as another pane of glass fell from the frame and struck the
ground, shattering into a thousand unimportant pieces. Sarah could relate to the glass, as
she saw it laying helpless on the unforgiving ground.
"Fuck you! Get away from me, and get out of my fucking house!" Sarah
demanded, pushing him hard as she struggled to her legs between sobs and moans,
stumbling towards the glass before she even realized that she too was now fully clothed.
Sarah ripped at the shirt, tearing the sleeve in two and ruthlessly casting three
buttons to the ground. She turned on Jareth, leveled a finger at him as her eyes puffed
from the hysterical tears that poured free. "I don't need your help! Leave me alone!!"
Sarah bellowed, doubling over as she wrapped her arms around her midsection and shook
her head in shock.
"This fickleness will be your undoing," Jareth stated calmly.
But then he didn't look like the king anymore. Suddenly he seemed calm,
unimposing, like the bookstore owner Sarah had met those several weeks ago. She
looked at him through teary eyes and gasped, and and then sobbed again as she made her
way to the broken window.
Sareh very nearly tumbled over the brick that laid amidst the mass of broken
helpless glass.
"What now?" she demanded, throwing her hands in the air.
She reached to take the brick in hand, and turned it over, at once a sense of utmost
dread dripped into her, covering the feeling Jareth had previously given her. Jareth,.... or
Gabriel... Sarah looked at him briefly, wondering if to spite him would be the best decision
to make, and then she slipped the little piece of attached paper out from the band that tied
it to the brick, that had broken the window.
Jareth caught her wandering gaze and merely cocked his head and then turned
away from her. She was not worth his time anymore, not when he had conquered her, had
sought his revenge and gained it over her. Ravished her completely, a thing she had never
imagined... except in her darkest of dreams.
Upstairs she heard Mimi... they had finally realized that Sarah was downstairs. Or,
even moreso, had been loosed from the careful spell that Jareth settled over them. But it
didn't matter then, not when Sarah read the note and brought one shivering hand to her
mouth as she cried out and sunk to the ground, hysterical once more.
"Sarah!?" Mimi called from upstairs as he footsteps echoed along the steps
towards the living room.
Sarah let the note drop from her hand and she rolled to her side as she curled
herself up. Her hair draped over her ashen face, and she felt Jareth beside her, as Mimi
approached. His hand was on her, touching her back, and Mimi was at her side forcing
her face upwards. Toby had the note in his hand, Sarah realized, when she at last looked
at them again.
"Mimi?" Toby asked, offering her the little scrap of white paper as his hands began
to shake, very similar to the way Sarah was trembling.
Mimi took it and, holding it out so that she could read it with her fading eyesight.
Again the note fluttered to the ground as her hand grew weak and she turned to look out
the broke window, and its jagged edges. The snow continued to barrell downwards,
without an end in sight. But that was how it always was during a Snowblind, no end ever
in sight.
"Lock all the doors, close up the windows, and draw the blinds. We'll all get
comfortable down here tonight," Mimi ordered as she looked at Toby and... the man she
still beleived to be Gabriel. "I'm going to get my gun."
Sarah moaned at the thought and, reaching out blindly, collapsed herself into
Jareth's arms. She sobbed against his shoulder, clutching at the warm fabric of his shirt.
She didn't care of what had happened, only that the note was still in the farmhouse, and
they were stuck.
At her feet the letters blazed like an omen.
*I'm Watching You!!!!!!*
Sarah wrenched her arms free from his vice-like grip, clutching her fingertips to his
beautiful Adonis features. Sallow shadows under her fingertips bent to the pressure she
forced upon his skin as she urged his head back. One long and curved nail pierced the
point at the back of his jaw, just below his ear, and a ruby drop of blood poised on her
ring finger, trickling over the zircon ring she had worn that day.
Jareth hissed in air as he let her run the finger across his lips, tasting the semi-metal
taste of blood at the very tip of his tongue. Then, with reflexes lightning quick, he jerked
her arm back, catching her slender wrist again and wrenching it painfully behind her head,
so that her hand was nestled in her draped hair. He found her other and matched it with
the first.
"Do as I say and I will be your slave," Jareth whispered as he carressed her neck a
moment with his aquiline nose.
The darkness that slept in her innermost realms reared its head at Jareth's words.
Sarah, for a moment, felt herself grow so complete it was painful. She craned her neck
back, her laughter bubbling in deep-throated chuckles that Jareth listened to with a sadistic
grin over his thin lips, partially smeared with his own blood still.
"Yes," Sarah bit out, sneering towards the man of her nightmares and of her
dreams.
Jareth leaned back, loosing his grip on her wrists as he perched just over her pelvis.
Her breath jerked in and out of her, jostling her body in seduction as he took hold of the
uppermost button of her dress shirt and pried it open with ease only those with skill could
demonstrate.
But the single button did nothing but show the arced slope of her collarbones as
they met in a slight hollow to her neck. With ravenous hands he gripped the silky fabric
and, deftly with a single smooth movement, tore the shirt apart, leaving it to flutter at her
side.
In the vague light he saw the upwards curve of her breasts, moving rhythmically up
and down with each shattered breath she took. Once more he kissed her, crushing her into
the sofa and then, without so much as a hesitation, she was on the ground and he atop her
once more, freed of the contraints of the rough and sagging sofa.
He raked his hands across her body, lingering over the barely-there material of
which her bra had been constructed. Her nipples erect as he circled them once, only the
damn fabric seperating his flesh from hers. Sarah arched her back again, digging her
fingers into his back as she took hold of his light shirt and pulled it up and over his bowed
head.
His skin was alabaster milk in the night, and she let her hands wander over his thin
chest slightly longer than she would have dared had it been light. She hestitated over his
abdomen, firm and trembling at the tender slip of her nail across it. She felt him suck in
and his pelvis move in deeper against her.
"Get rid of them," Sarah whispered, grinding her teeth against desire so powerful it
galloped her heart.
Jareth understood and, with laying his hand over her chestnut eyes, their clothes
were gone, and she felt him against her, strong and powerful. Too powerful. Once more
he gripped her arms, and again he forced her into submission as he mounted atop her and
gazed at her, fully nude beneath him, of equal nudity.
"As you wish," he purred and kissed her jawline.
His hands loosed from her wrists, but Sarah found her arms firmly in place, held by
strips of velvet so soft that even her fear of the situation was not strong enough to
overthrow the lust. The raw sexual drive was fierce and electric in the night as the snow
cascaded down from the heavens in a single endless curtain.
Running his smooth hands along the curve of her shoulders, down to the incline
inwards of her ribcage until it sloped against a slender waist and rounded hips, he paused,
and kissed the space between her breasts, sensing her quiver at his touch. Jareth ran his
palms back up, lingering across her abdomen as she had done earlier.
And all along Sarah responded to everything he did. She succumbed to his slight
urge, with a single nudge of his leg, to spread her own wide. And again she found the
same velvet restriants securing her ankles, leaving her spread on the ground like a bare
sacrificial lamb. Like the living alter of the satanic mass... a nude woman...
Then he was touching her breasts and the touch was not anything she had ever felt
before. The years with Brian, the countless dirty episodes awashed in sweat and tangled
clothes in the back of cars with meaningless men; everything became secondary garbage to
the touch he made on her skin.
"I control you, Sarah.... Tell me you would do anything!" Jareth whispered
harshly, his mouth fondling her neck, as he bit again and she bent her head to enclose his.
"Anything," her breathless whispered response hung over them as Jareth moved
downwards, trailing fire over her breasts and across her abdoment that shivered like
horse's skin in the summer evenings.
"You are mine," Jareth stated, his distinctly different colored eyes flashing as he
caught her gaze and held it, intensity a fire that raged between them.
"yes," she was meek this time, but an answer that pleased the king nonetheless.
And that was what she needed, to please him so that he could continue to do such sweet,
sweet things again.
He tantalized her inner thigh, kneading into her leg as his own breathing increased.
The thought of such power, such supreme power over the one who had bested him surged
into him and he felt himself grow harder at such an image as what her simple answer had
created. But then, it was a lie that he saw in his perfect imagination. His fingertips went
to the core of her sexuality, and she jittered as he flicked his finger over it briefly.
"And I.... I am yours."
She didn't respond to what he had said, her body too electrified to grace the brief
statement with even the short answer she had given the other questions. Sarah merely dug
her hips down, urging him to come to her... to stop toying.
"yes," he said this time, and then moved his finger inside of her.
Her widened eyes snapped shut and she strained against the binds that held her.
The pressure against her heightened the response, and Sarah thrashed a moment before
she realized that there was no way out. And then dawning realization stole into the
moment, just as he let his hand wander from the treasure trove between her legs... and he
poised himself over her.
"Jareth...." Sarah began, watching him watch her, and she saw in the moment such
a sinister glare that the night she had left Brian became something of a fairytale in
comparison. "Oh God... Fuck...!" Her mouth poured with profanities, begging and
pleading for more... and less... to stop... continue.... and He lowered himself into her.
Declarations of pleasure, moans. A taste of sweat on lips as Jareth moved in and
kissed her neck, her lips, her forehead. Sarah would have reached to touch him, but her
hands were bound. But, strangely, they loosed just a bit as she pulled against them,
finding she could bring her arms up almost to Jareth as she reached.
"Oh!" Sarah exclaimed, rushing her hips into his. A mounting energy grew as he
moved against her harder, harder....
She could feel him with her, his manhood like a rock... like the rest of his body.
Jareth's muscles were so taught they trembled against her, and she moved to touch him
with her hands and found the binds gone, nothing but ribbons remained around her wrists
and she moved them to grasp him, urged him downwards, wrap her legs around him.
He wasn't the only one with experience....
"Come on!" Sarah whispered intensely, her hips swaying upwards as the power she
had felt mounted higher and higher yet. All the other lovers.... all the other nights of sex
and groping, kissing and touching. She felt dirty, but felt slavation through this vengeful,
angry, almost forced act of sex. Strange.
And then she came, and Jareth felt her bucking beneath him, grinding up to him,
tightening against him. He rolled his head back, his mouth formed into a tightened "o" as
he felt himself reaching the climax. In that moment he came and she slid comfortably into
the downward spiral of their sex.
I feel him, his.... seed. Sarah thought as he slipped out of her, laying against her,
two bodies entertwined on the ground of an old farmhouse, in the musky underglowing
scent of primal love. Fuck you, Brian.... I hope I get pregnant.
In one simulataneous action the lights popped back on, and Sarah felt herself
dipping back inside herself, evaluating just where she was, and what naked body now laid
with her own nude self. She shivered, and she looked at the walls of the farmhouse as if
they were watching her. Silent sentinal to their damned act.
Forbidden. They seemed to whisper. Abomination. The words slipped down on
her, breaking through her carefully constructed approval of the situations.
But with the lights coming on, another event occured. In the far corner of the
living room, just where the stairs led up to the bedrooms, a window smashed in, and both
lovers jerked up to see just what had happened.
"How could you?!" Sarah asked, suddenly and completley out of the moment.
Jareth just acknowledged her as she turned her face to the ground, loathing herself
more than any other moment she could have found. The touch of the back of his hand on
her cheek very nearly undid her determination to hate him again. Sarah looked up, and
saw him fully clothed again, casual attire, not the sleek black panther suit he had strangely
morphed his clothes into during the chase.
"We are one, Sarah. You are as much a part of me as I you...," he trailed off, his
head tilting briefly to one side as another pane of glass fell from the frame and struck the
ground, shattering into a thousand unimportant pieces. Sarah could relate to the glass, as
she saw it laying helpless on the unforgiving ground.
"Fuck you! Get away from me, and get out of my fucking house!" Sarah
demanded, pushing him hard as she struggled to her legs between sobs and moans,
stumbling towards the glass before she even realized that she too was now fully clothed.
Sarah ripped at the shirt, tearing the sleeve in two and ruthlessly casting three
buttons to the ground. She turned on Jareth, leveled a finger at him as her eyes puffed
from the hysterical tears that poured free. "I don't need your help! Leave me alone!!"
Sarah bellowed, doubling over as she wrapped her arms around her midsection and shook
her head in shock.
"This fickleness will be your undoing," Jareth stated calmly.
But then he didn't look like the king anymore. Suddenly he seemed calm,
unimposing, like the bookstore owner Sarah had met those several weeks ago. She
looked at him through teary eyes and gasped, and and then sobbed again as she made her
way to the broken window.
Sareh very nearly tumbled over the brick that laid amidst the mass of broken
helpless glass.
"What now?" she demanded, throwing her hands in the air.
She reached to take the brick in hand, and turned it over, at once a sense of utmost
dread dripped into her, covering the feeling Jareth had previously given her. Jareth,.... or
Gabriel... Sarah looked at him briefly, wondering if to spite him would be the best decision
to make, and then she slipped the little piece of attached paper out from the band that tied
it to the brick, that had broken the window.
Jareth caught her wandering gaze and merely cocked his head and then turned
away from her. She was not worth his time anymore, not when he had conquered her, had
sought his revenge and gained it over her. Ravished her completely, a thing she had never
imagined... except in her darkest of dreams.
Upstairs she heard Mimi... they had finally realized that Sarah was downstairs. Or,
even moreso, had been loosed from the careful spell that Jareth settled over them. But it
didn't matter then, not when Sarah read the note and brought one shivering hand to her
mouth as she cried out and sunk to the ground, hysterical once more.
"Sarah!?" Mimi called from upstairs as he footsteps echoed along the steps
towards the living room.
Sarah let the note drop from her hand and she rolled to her side as she curled
herself up. Her hair draped over her ashen face, and she felt Jareth beside her, as Mimi
approached. His hand was on her, touching her back, and Mimi was at her side forcing
her face upwards. Toby had the note in his hand, Sarah realized, when she at last looked
at them again.
"Mimi?" Toby asked, offering her the little scrap of white paper as his hands began
to shake, very similar to the way Sarah was trembling.
Mimi took it and, holding it out so that she could read it with her fading eyesight.
Again the note fluttered to the ground as her hand grew weak and she turned to look out
the broke window, and its jagged edges. The snow continued to barrell downwards,
without an end in sight. But that was how it always was during a Snowblind, no end ever
in sight.
"Lock all the doors, close up the windows, and draw the blinds. We'll all get
comfortable down here tonight," Mimi ordered as she looked at Toby and... the man she
still beleived to be Gabriel. "I'm going to get my gun."
Sarah moaned at the thought and, reaching out blindly, collapsed herself into
Jareth's arms. She sobbed against his shoulder, clutching at the warm fabric of his shirt.
She didn't care of what had happened, only that the note was still in the farmhouse, and
they were stuck.
At her feet the letters blazed like an omen.
*I'm Watching You!!!!!!*