Not a month later Jareth had fallen into a routine with his mortal. Entering his room he had no greater wish than to fall into his bed. The problems lining his borders and the veiled threats from other kingdoms were beginning to grow numerous, more so than was expected for a man of his rank and power. Bending his head forward he pulled his shirt up and off. Glancing to his mattress he paused, half hidden beneath the silken sheets was Sarah. He knew she slept in his bed, he had ordered it of her and she could not disobey him. Originally it had been that she sleep in his room, his chair by the fire had been her intended resting spot until he ordered otherwise. But still that hadn't stopped her from defying him, she came after he slept and left before he awoke. How she slipped in and out without awaking him surprised him, he was a light sleeper by nature and none of his past lovers had ever so much as turned over in her sleep without waking him. It surprised him that the mortal girl could, with no magic to aid her silence.
By her side, hand half hidden by the folds was a book. Obviously she had taken to reading again, suspicion roused he flicked his wrist and had the book float to his hand. Open to the page Sarah had been keeping he glanced to the doodles along the side. He knew how they had gotten there, he had drawn them himself when bored with his studies. How she found the dry book of any interest was beyond him. But he also knew that it held no information that could help her escape him. It was the history of the Labyrinth, the very book he had studied from in his youth. Maybe it was the reason she was asleep, it was rather dull.
Looking back to her peaceful form he noted one important thing, she was in one of his shirts. Though it fit him well, it dwarfed her, draping her petite figure in the most alluring fashion. Disrobing completely he slid into his bed. Vaguely he wondered if she knew that while she slept clothed, he did not.
Moving to her side he took in the rarely revealed flesh, the split that reached halfway down his chest, reached to just below her naval. Leaving him to gaze along her throat, chest, the valley between her breasts, and the flat land of her belly. Running a finger over the porcelain surface he stopped at her belly, closing his eyes sleep carried him away.
Stifling a groan Sarah knew something was off. 'I'm awake and I know it's not time to get up.' Looking to her right she saw Jareth's face but a few inches from hers. Stiffening she felt her surprise take over, he had never slept near her before. She wished it had stayed that way. It was also then that she felt the reason of what had awoken her, his hand had slipped through the opening of the shirt, and his long fingers were brushing against her hip. Taking a calming breath she gently slipped his hand out of her shirt and up as she slipped off the side of the bed. Gently she set his hand back on the mattress and turned to enter her closet. Within the first few steps she had to bite her tongue to keep her swearing beyond her teeth when her leg hit the footstool. Walking into her closet she blindly lit the candle, wincing as the burst of light hit her eyes.
Glancing over the many dresses she spotted some of her Aboveground clothes, bending over to pick up her jeans she rubbed her newly forming bruise. Sticking her legs into the familiar fabric she shifted her weight from side to side to help fit into the pants. Pushing the shirt up as she pulled the pants it bunched at her wrists as she buttoned the front of her jeans. Scanning for her bra and shirt she curled her lips as she spotted them.
Raising her arms into the air she stretched them up and back, rising to her toes slightly as she did so. She could not start a day without a good stretch. Ending her cat like behavior she began to pull her shirt off, she had just pulled her head out when a voice pierced the silence.
She had awoken him the moment she began to move. Slowly her fingers had wrapped around his hand and lifted it; he had fully expected her to drop his palm. When she did that he planned to grab her wrist and pull her back down. Instead she had set it down softly on the area still warm with her body heat. He heard the soft sound of her hitting something but kept silent instead of voicing her pain.
As he opened his eyes he saw the light glow from her closet. Slipping out of the bed as silently as she had he moved closer to the entrance of her changing area. When he reached his destination he saw a sight to drive most men to uncontrollable lust. The wiggling of her hips as she pulled the appalling blue pants over her shapely legs. Why she hid her figure he knew not, it was a very attractive one and she did nothing to promote it. His shirt fell back to her thighs as she lifted both arms in the air; she rose up and bounced a few times. Arms falling to her sides he watched her wrists twist and she was soon pulling the shirt up.
"A conversation is in order." She turned sharply and it took all that was in him not to move closer. The shirt bunched and spread between her forearms. In short the shirt hid her chest that he was hungry to view. She stumbled back in shock and hit the shelves behind her.
"I-I thought you were asleep."
"Obviously not, interesting choice of nightwear. My shirt." Her cheeks tinted pink but a spark filled her eyes.
"Well all my clothes keep disappearing and not coming back. I needed a night shirt and I have none in the wardrobe of frills you provided me."
"Oh is that all, a problem easily rectified." Her eyes grew weary with his words; he smiled wolfishly and gave his solution. "Sleep without."
"Without?" She looked confused for an instant then realization hit. "Naked! No!" He gestured towards himself, bringing her to attention that he was not dressed in the least. She turned a lovely shade of red and he watched as her eyes trailed a scar that he had acquired in his foolish youth. All the same her staring was having a physical affect on him that would bring trouble to both of them if she did not stop.
"I suggest that if you wish to leave this bedroom anytime soon…" He left the sentence off and once her eyes focused on his reason, her head shot up. "But if not…" Her blush spread to the rest of her face. Holding out his hand he smiled cruelly. "Give me the shirt Sarah."
"Now?" He nodded. "Turn around." He shook his head. She pressed her lips together and he could see through her eyes that she was doing some fast thinking.
"Do it yourself or I shall assist you." She glared viciously at him but slipped one arm free and used it to hide her treasures. The other hand soon tossed him his shirt. Knowing he had to teach her a lesson in obedience if he ever wanted her to do as he wished, he prepared to punish her in a way she would never forget. Striding the four steps between them she turned her head and shut her eyes, thus not seeing that he had magiced a pair of pants and boots to his form. He wished to remind her that he ruled her. He didn't plan on harming her, only frightening her into submission. She was unprepared when he grabbed her arms, forcing them above her head. He heard the sharp intake of air, felt some of her hair strike his chest as her head turned, and met her wide-eyed shock with a cool gaze of his own. One that quickly heated as he let it drift lower, to what until this moment had been hidden from him. Letting his left hand fall from her wrists and taking her into his hand he received no reaction from her until he ran his thumb over the smooth skin.
"N-no please." Her voice hitched with her breath and he felt the tremors of her body. Pushing closer he moved his hand down her side and around her waist. Pressing his fingers into her flesh her hiss assured him that he had her complete and utter attention. Grinding his lower half to hers she gave a most delightful gasp. He pulled in a breath when her lower half jutted forward. Leaving no doubt in her mind as to how she affected him. Running hand from her hip to her rear he found a knob digging into her back, explaining her reaction. Releasing her wrists he cupped her bum with both his palms, pushing her up and against him. She tried to push back but was torn between her modesty and wish for escape, but her escape from him was in vain. Her strength compared to his was nothing; backing out of the closet he soon dropped her to the bed, following and pinning her before she could gain her wits.
The pain of the handle in her spine had forced her to push forward. She missed his reaction to her movement, too distracted by the by the protrusion at her thighs. She did however note that he had thankfully willed some pants to form; she shot to her toes when his hand sank lower. When he lifted her off her feet she forgot her half dressed state long enough to push away. Next she knew he had her pinned beneath him on the bed. "Stop defying me." He hissed into her ear, she turned her head sharply and some of her hair flew over her face.
"No!" She tried to break free but he had her trapped.
"Do as I say." He ordered, eyes blazing at her.
"Never." She growled, shaking her head to clear her gaze. She found bravery in her anger, and held it close for just that reason.
"Then I will make you." She was ready to ask how but he had claimed her mouth. To her horror she felt herself returning the passion. Even though she felt none of it, her body refused to roll away when he lessened the pressure he had been using to pin her. She couldn't move away, her body wouldn't listen. She gave a chocked cry when she felt his mouth cover the tip of her breast.
"Stop please." She begged, fighting her body and finding it unresponsive to her demands. Instead her pelvis rose to meet with his and she felt a moan birth from the back of her throat. To even her virgin ears she knew that moan to be not of the suffering she was living but the sound of pleasure she knew nothing of. She felt his long fingers undo the buttons of her pants and then slip beneath her underwear. It was only then that he stopped, her body fell back to the mattress and she remained there in fear and shock. She looked to him in silence, dreading what might come next.
"I rule over you Sarah, you are mine to command and make demands of. Unlike my other subjects Sarah, I control you. Down to your very breath. I do have power over you Sarah. It's time you learned that." She flinched when his face lowered to her chest. He placed a kiss between her breasts followed by a chaste brush of lips on hers before he moved off her. She wasted no time in pulling a sheet about herself, when she looked back to him he was at the door, the shirt that had sparked all this on his chest. "I expect you to obey me Sarah. From now until I say otherwise I want you in this room by ten each night and you are not allowed to leave until either I have left or the hour tolls nine. Understood?" She nodded mutely. "You are also to take all meals with me." She repeated her previous action and sagged in relief when he left.
'Bastard.' She thought, trembling like a leaf and unable to do anything about it. It took her nearly a half hour to gain the control of her legs. She nearly flew out of the room after pulling on her bra and shirt. Hiding in a room full of dust she slipped to the floor, breathing heavily her heart had yet to slow. Not one tear did she shed, she wasn't so sure she could.
'You are also to take all meals with me.' He had said.
'I'm not hungry.' She thought, it had never been her thing for big breakfasts. Aside from when she had been in her growth spurts she usually could go without breakfast. Always without lunch, but never without dinner, she would dine with him, but not until this evening. What she did tomorrow would have to wait until tonight. She was afraid of when she had to return that night. She cried out in shock when two small arms wrapped around her. Looking to the aged face she saw the concern. "How will I ever escape him? He keeps me under lock and key." She whispered looking blankly to the floor.
"Lass yous haves to learn nots to anger him." She hid her face near his throat and gave a hollow laugh.
"You know as well as I that I could no sooner obey him than hold the sun and moon. It's not in me." She let him hold her a moment longer before pulling back. "What are you doing here?"
"Yous asked me to watch over yer brother." She nodded hastily and looked to him with wild eyes. She didn't know that her protective streak was bordering desperate.
"He's fine. Asks fer ya an course yer step mum tells him ter ferget ya. He won't." She smiled at the reassurance and thanked him. "Lass what happened?" She couldn't bring herself to tell him.
"He got pushed too far, he showed me in no uncertain terms who is in charge. I'm fine though, he didn't hurt anything other than my pride." She smiled bravely for Hoggle. 'Wreaked my courage, terrified me witless. But I won't tell you that.' She thought to her friend, nodding as he told her he had to leave. When he left she closed her eyes. She hated the feeling of loneliness that filled her all the time. Even at home she had the mail and her friends, no matter how far away they were. Here all she had were three creatures, who had to risk their safety to visit her. In short she often didn't have any friendly company and the only others she saw were goblins and their arrogant King. Fists forming at her sides she stood and stormed to the halls. She was halfway to the library when she ran into said King.
"Where have you been?" He demanded looking to the dust that covered her pants.
"In one of the rooms, I had to be alone." She answered, not looking him in the eye. Slowly she tried to get around him without getting into his reach. The fact that he could make her walk into his arms was not lost upon her. She could only hope he wouldn't make her, she hated feeling so helpless. "I'll see you at dinner." She tried, slipping along the wall slowly. Unfortunately he placed both arms on either side of her and she was left with nowhere to go.
"And what of lunch?"
"I normally skip the meal."
"You've not ate morning meal." His eyes were growing dangerous and she knew she was annoying him by continuing to avoid his presence.
"I-I have no appetite right now. It's not the first time I've skipped a meal, I've been doing it for years." It was true, she often skipped out on breakfast to avoid her stepmother, never given money for lunch she had mooched from a few friends or gone without. For the past three years dinner and snacks had been her only real source of food. His eyes narrowed at her and she wondered if she was getting herself in deeper water than she already was. 'Why I haven't drowned yet is a mystery to me.' His head jerked for a moment and he took a step back.
"We'll speak of this later. Stay out of the Labyrinth today."
"Why?" She had meant to visit Didymus, even if it meant risking her sense of smell to do it.
"Do as you're told or I'll bar you to a room."
"Ground me?" She let out incredulously. Anger at the situation granted her a loose and foolish tongue. "You're not my father-" She began only to have him cut her off with one look.
"But I do rule you Sarah. Or have you forgotten so soon?" She shook her head madly and backed away from him in fear. He was gone within the blink of an eye, after a moment of his not reappearing she let her shoulders loosen up. She was about to continue her way to the library when a screaming echoed down the halls. Suddenly she understood why he had told her to keep out of the Labyrinth. Someone was going to run it.
'Foolish mortals, the lot of us.' She thought, letting her feet take her to the child.
Well what do you think? Nice and long…well sort of. ANYway REVIEW THIS PLLLLLLLLLLEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you think I went over the top with Jareth? Tell me in the reviews. What happened, he was getting better, must be the stress.
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