Hello everybody. Just to forewarn you, there is some sexual stuff in this chapter. I don't want to say too much and give it away, but I think I already did. I hope you like it.

Chapter 10

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"I don't think I have to repeat myself," Jareth replied, advancing toward me. I backed up until I felt the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed.

"You are absolutely beautiful," he said in my ear. We were so close our chests were only an inch apart.

I didn't say anything.

"It's polite to say thank you when you receive a compliment," he growled.

"Thank you," I replied quickly.

"Of course," Jareth said as he pushed me onto the bed and pinned me there.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I screeched.

"Just having a little fun," he said smoothly. He locked both my hands in one of his above my head. He then began kissing the top of my chest and my shoulders, and reached his free hand behind my back to unzip my dress.

At that point, I began screaming bloody murder, but before I could get three seconds into my scream, Jareth ripped of a pillowcase and stuffed it in my mouth.

He finished unzipping my dress and slid it off my body. My dress was now lying in a heap on the floor, leaving me in my combat boots. Tears started flowing from my eyes.

Jareth continued kissing me, but his lips moved lower. He was now kissing the stitching along my stomach, obviously unfazed by the fact that I had a huge symbol carved into my stomach. He reached behind me again and unclasped my bra. He let go of my arms to slide it off, and I started struggling with all my might.

I kicked my legs wildly, almost hitting him in the back. I was also pounding his chest and shoulders with my fists. Jareth apparently did not feel my tiny fists hitting his rock-hard chest. He took the middle of my bra and slid it up my arms, making me completely naked from the waist up.

I began crying even harder, and I tried to scream through my make-shift gag. He ignored me, and kissed my breasts. Jareth sucked on them occasionally, leaving hickies.

Next to go was his jacket, tie, and shirt. He raised his head and took of his jacket with one hand, the other still pinning my wrists to the bed. He threw his tie on the ground, and ripped his shirt off, buttons popping everywhere. He had a six-pack, something that I would have been extremely attracted to, had he not been raping me.

Jareth continued kissing my chest and stomach, his hand sliding down to my underwear. He hooked a finger into the side, and started to pull them down. He stopped when he reached the top of my boots, and pulled them off. He pulled my underwear completely off, and discarded them to the floor.

Jareth moved on to his own clothing again; taking off his shoes and slacks, but he kept his boxers on.

"Why are you crying? Isn't this fun?" he asked sadistically.

I vigorously shook my head, tears still pouring out of my eyes.

He grabbed the tops of my hands and guided them over his chest and neck, making me touch him.

"What did you do to make Blake carve that into you?" he asked, his hands still leading mine over his body. I didn't answer him. I just kept crying.

"I'll take that pillowcase out of your mouth if you promise not to scream. But if you do, I'll torture you worse than Blake did. You promise not to scream?" he asked.

I gently nodded my head. Jareth removed the pillowcase and kept it in his hand, ready to stuff it back in my mouth if I screamed again. I didn't though, not wanting more torture.

"So are you going to answer me?" he asked.

"I tried to run away," I answered weakly.

"That was a very naughty thing to do. But you're not going to try to run away when you're with me, are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm taking you home with me," he replied. I started sobbing; crying even harder than I already was.

"Dear, what's wrong? You'll have fun with me," Jareth said. I shuddered mentally at his use of the word 'dear.'

"Why are you taking me?" I managed to choke out.

"Because I had this feeling when I first met you. I just don't think I can stand being away from you, so I'm going to take you home with me," he explained.

"Please. Don't," I begged.

"Why? You'll be happy with me," he said.

I just shook my head pathetically.

"Well, anyways, that's enough talking. Take off my boxers," he commanded.

"What? No!" I cried out.

"Shh. Remember, be quiet, or I'm going to have to hurt you when we get home, and I don't want that. And, yes, do it. Do you want me to help you?" he said gently. In fact, his entire tone was gentle since he started talking about taking me with him.

I didn't say anything, so he took that as a yes.

Jareth guided my hands to his hips, and he made me tug down his boxers. I quickly shut my eyes.

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Are you lying to me?" he asked.

I shook my head, eyes still closed.

I felt a flash of cool air, and Jareth's hands leave my body. I slowly opened one eye to see Jareth standing above me, completely dressed and holding my clothes.

"I want your first time to be special, so we are aren't going to do it tonight," he said. I sighed in relief and stopped crying.

He seemed irritated at my relief. "Well, come on, then. Get your clothes on," he commanded rudely.

I shakily stood up and grabbed my clothes from him. I slowly put them on, and when I was finished lacing up my boots, I dashed to the door, hoping to escape from Jareth.

I thought I was going to make it, but I ran into Jareth.

"Okay. Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to give you three chances. You just used up one, and using the other two will mean punishment. Understood?" he growled.

I nodded.

"I'm going to accept a nod this time, but in the future, I want a verbal response, alright?"

"Okay," I said, my voice wavering.

"Good. Now I'm just going to put you to sleep, and then I'll wake you up when we get home."

I didn't have a chance to reply before I fell asleep in Jareth's arms.