Mistress Queen

Wow! It's been awhile (like forever lol) but fear not, here's the next chapter.

Ch.8-Crazy Crazy Dreams

I'm not ashamed of the things that I dream
I found my self flirting with the verge of obscene
Into the unknown I will be bold
I'm going to places I can be out of control

-Britney Spears

Amethyst's Dream

The air is unusually hot as soft hands roughly roam my body, and moistened, warm, lips deeply capture mine in greed. It's a daze, as if I'm unable to make out anything I see, unable to make sense of anything at all. Weaving sweet precious torture on me the only response I can-want-to give the king, is a taste of his own medicine. My hands reach to burry themselves in Jareth's wild mane, but instead, are suddenly held back by a rough, noisy, jerk. His laughter fills the dark lit room and I realize the thing that keeps me captured, the elements that hold me back from exploring and ravishing my every desire are chains. Cold, heavy, iron chains bound to my hands and legs, leading from the wall and near the foot of the bed.

"Bastard!" I growl though gritted teeth, desperately trying to recover from the small bites Jareth has now trailed along my neck.

"Tsk, tsk, why my Amethyst, why must everything be a challenge between us?" Jareth laughs, his eyes full of hunger and a smirk that teases as he looks up at me.

"Because," I spit, "no one else will challenge. I hate you."

"I love it that you hate me my princess." Ungloved fingers dig their nails into my flesh from behind and work their way to part my thighs. A small moan escapes my lips before their bruised again by Jareth's rough kissing and biting. "How shall we begin? You like brutality don't you? This is what you want." I gasp when his hot mouth begins to cup and suck my breast. "Yes, that's it, relax." Jareth responds when I arch my back. "Tonight's for you, my pretty slave, this is a night of discovery. Your mind may not remember, when you awake, but your body will-I'll make sure of it. You need this, don't defy me." I whimper as a skillful finger gently traces my opening over and over before slowly sliding within me.

Jareth gently rolls me over unexpectedly on my hands and knees and moves behind me. "My lord?" I ask confused at this new position.

"You may be untamable my young princess," he hushes me, sliding hands up my thighs and spreading them for better access, "but sometimes," a moan escapes my hungry lips, as the other experienced hand slides from my neck, to my breasts, to my stomach, "one must learn to submit-not entirely of course," he pauses for a reaction once the hand joins the other and parts my legs even further, "only a little."

I can feel Jareth's nails digging into my hips, holding them in place as he slams into me. This is a new feeling of pleasure that sweeps over me. Its so animalistic, I'm not sure weather to ravish in it or feel somewhat humiliated, although with the king as my bed partner, I don't see how he'd let he feel embarrassed at all. But this new sex leaves no time for clear thought at all.

Intensity builds up making me hotter yearning for more as my king angles and hits a brand new soft spot. "Yes, yes," I scream. Jareth has brought upon a new hungry side of me; and he knows it.

I can hear very manly growls and moans from behind as flesh is grabbed helplessly. Jareth increases, his thrusts become more violent, more rapid; I can feel him growing in me, I know he's so close to loosing control.

"Your mine. Say it." He commands flicking his tongue between my parted lips and gently running long fingers through my hair, pulling my head back just slightly enough to teach me his lessons in erotica. I barely have enough energy to hold my head up, let alone continue breathing as the king pumped harder and harder into me. What choice was there left?

"Yes," I moaned, "I'm yours."

End Of Dream

"I'm yours!" I gasp, shooting right out of the warmth of Jareth's sheets and well awake at that. Jareth is soaking in a steaming bath across from me laughing at my display in amusement.

I rub my head tiredly, "It was only a dream." I whisper.

"Yes, nothing more." Jareth smirks, "But how can you be sure?"

"You cast that dream upon me didn't you!" I shriek jumping out of bed and marching right over to that arrogant, beautiful, monster.

"I don't cast dreams Amethyst," he wickedly smiles at me, "only fantasies. Now seeing as you're already completely naked in my bed chamber why don't you be a love and join me in my bath?"

"That wasn't my fantasy my king, I'm terribly sorry to disappoint you."

"It may have not been but it was your desire. All I need to create one is the individual's desire no matter how rarely it's thought of. You can't deny for one moment you have never thought of one of our many nights to come as the one in your dream." I splash water onto him in anger, which of course has only in effected him in even more humor.

"You make me sick." I spit

"Good." He laughs.

But then the memory of last night's drunken escapade and journey to the Frog Queen slowly work their way back to the front of my mind. My new power. I was never truly effected by Jareth's coldness but now, now I simply gave no thought to his threats. I bit my lower lip in a sly grin and kneeled down to where he bathed.

"So tense." I purred running my hands smoothing along his neck and chest, "As a king should be, I can imagine."

"Yes," he smirks eyes shut, relaxing to my touch, "royal duties, they tend to wear one out, you understand."

"But I do." My fingers begin their work upon smooth, wet, skin; proving that his hands are not the only ones that can do magic.

"Of course so can Castillo." He says when my smile starts to fade and I pull away. My hands leave his defined chest that is resting coolly in the hot water, and instantly drop to my sides in slight shock. He couldn't have remembered what happened last night and even if he did, he was sleeping when I returned, I made sure of that.

"If you drink enough of it," I say nonchalantly as if his comment does not affect me even in the slightest.

"You my precious, got me drunk I do believe."

"No I didn't" I giggle innocently, "after all; I wasn't the one drinking your majesty, at least from what I remember. Or maybe I was?" The only reaction Jareth receives from me when he suddenly grasps my wrist is a light gasp, nothing else for things are in my control now. He can't scare me; the only thing that did scare me at that point however, was this new crazy desire for him, even if it was only morning.

"Mmm," Jareth moans kissing my pulse, "oh dear Amethyst, I think your missing one of your gold bracelets." I look up suddenly and jerk my arm away. I forgot about the one bangle I gave as a contribution the night before; how could I miss that vital detail! "Those are quite valuable my princess, it's a shame to see one so beautiful walk about without such finery."

"I never quite liked them to be completely honest Jareth." I whisper playfully moving my face close to his, "They made noise with every move I made."

"But that's why I liked them." Jareth grins devilishly, snaking one hand on my neck and the other burying itself in my hair.

"You have an interesting set of fetishes." I tease him, warm breath on lips so close to mine. He pulls me close to him and kisses me roughly, a demanding tongue playing with mine; it's that kind of roughness you don't mind feeling.

"I don't know what your up to, I'm not entirely sure if I should care or even worry that you're a threat to me although my advisers say else wise." Jareth says stepping out of the tub, breaking our kiss.

"Oh?" I giggle covering him with a towel, "what do they say my lord? Enlighten me a bit. Do they tell you I'm dangerous? I certainly hope they do."

"That's for another time Amethyst. You deny your fantasy was your own but do you have any idea how powerful I actually am? I am your dream my love, but do you think I can show them to you? I am you." He whispers, "I am power. I am fear. I am everything you want and more when your dream requires it."

"So who's really the slave then my lord?" I ask.

"That is also for another time," he says, "Fear me, love me, do as I say and remember this. Do not defy me; know me for who I am."

"I already do Jareth," I whisper, "in more ways then you could possibly imagine."

"Well then" Jareth raises his eyebrows and steps out of his bath, "come now, get dressed."

"Why?" I frown in confusion, "Where are we going?"

"I have a gift for you."

COPYRIGHT: 2006

BY: MaybeBaby17