Chapter 7.

Alarms, sirens and foghorns blared in her head, all to no avail. Sarah stood thunderstruck looking at the painting. "What is that doing in here?" She asked at long last.

"Keeping me company." The man said softly as he watched her reactions.

Sarah moved closer, and then stopped before she ran into the bed. "Why, is it here?" She spun to look at the masked man. "Sophie said it was an assignment from that …Pablo character."

"Yes, so I understand it was. I admired it when I happened to see it when she brought it in for him to grade. I bought it." He said casually. "You don't approve?"

"Of you owning it? No, no I don't think that I do." Sarah looked at the painting over the bed. "It's…indecent."

"The painting or my owning it?" He asked in amusement at her reaction. "I assure you, it's a fine nude, nothing indecent about it." He was standing behind her now, his hands moving to her waist. "As for it being indecent for me to own it…well then you're really not going to like what I have in mind for the original."

"No one was ever supposed to see it!" Sarah stiffened as his hands gripped her firmly. "Oh this is so not happening." She began to struggle with him. "Let me go!"

"Not on your life." He said flippantly. He hardly reacted to her struggles, his hands had not moved. "Stop," he ordered quietly and firmly. When she froze he looked pleased. "I bought the likeness, and now I will have the original."

"I thought you said this white mask protected me from being forced to something against my will." She quickly said hoping it would buy her time to talk her way out of whatever he had on his mind.

"The mask does protect you from being forced." He agreed. "However it will not be forced."

"You expect me to just lie down on that bed and allow you to …do whatever you want to me? She asked in an astounded gasp.

"I expect you to be a willing participant." He said in her ear. "We are like a moth and a flame, you and I, green eyes."

"I don't want to…." She protested.

"That's a lie." He crooned. "Your body cries out to me each time I draw near you." He moved his hands up to her arms, then out to her hands. "Let my hands guide you." He whispered as his hands took hold of hers. He placed her hands lightly on the erect and now painful nipples. "I can teach you to enjoy what God graced you with, my sweet."

Sarah gasped and shuddered as her own hand moved against the hardened peak of her nipple. "I want to wait…"

"For a husband?" He finished for her. She nodded, and he moved her hand in a circular motion over the nub. "Does this not feel good?"

"Yes, but…" She took a deep intake of breath as his hands moved her hands in tight little circles. "oh…god."

"Relax, and enjoy." He advised, "Do what I just showed you, I want to watch as you tease your own body." His hands went back to her waist. "Now tell me you don't enjoy what I am teaching."

"Enjoying it does not make it right," she whispered but did as he had commanded.

"You've a beautiful body, my darling." He crooned ignoring her attempt at provoking his sense of propriety. He brought his hands up her ribs, and began to move his palms in tight circles over her nipples, until his fingertips began to play with the taunt nipples. He pulled gently at first, rolled the nubs between thumb and forefinger giving torment and painful pleasure all at once. "I can hardly contain my excitement, bedding you is going to be delightful."

"No." she halted his hands, but she could not move them from her breasts. "I won't do this."

"Yes, you will." He said calmly. "If not willingly, then by force, but you will not be leaving this bedchamber as an innocent."

"You'd…you'd…"

"Persuade you." He said in a low growl. "And from the tautness I feel here in these breasts, it won't take much persuading. Your desires are easily read my green eyes. You grow hot and will need to have relaease." He pressed his hand down on her again and this time applied pressure as he massaged and manipulated her breasts. "I wish to compare the painting to the original." He growled.

"No, please." She began to pant.

"Green eyes," He crooned. "Turn and look at me." She complied slowly, but when she looked up at him he touched her face with one long finger. "You have captivated the Master," he smiled to put her at ease. "What I offer is an honor, rarely given."

"I didn't ask for this honor." She offered weakly.

He licked his lips moved closer, pressed his knee between hers. "I want to see you naked, green eyes. I want to teach you to take and give pleasure." His hands went softly to her shoulders and pulled the lacing there free. The fabric began to slide off her shoulders and she grabbed the front of the bodice to her. "Show me." He murmured. "Show me."

"No." She closed her eyes to resist.

"Behold, you are beautiful, my love,
behold, you are beautiful!
Your eyes are doves behind your veil." He recited softly as he gave the fabric a gentle tug.

Sarah shivered as his hands moved over her.

He moved his hand and placed his thumbs over her mouth. "Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely." He said wanting to set her at easy, knowing he'd prefer to have her willingly. "Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil." He caressed her soft cheeks as he lulled her into willingness. "Your neck is like the tower of David," he placed his hands on her throat, and slowly moved down to the fabric again, this time he found her resistance gone. "Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies." He knelt before her, placing his face between the valleys of her round youthful breasts. He kissed one side then the other. "You are all fair, my love; there is no flaw in you." He rose and bent to kiss her lingeringly as her eyes remained close. Her dress fell to her feet as he lifted her off the ground. "Come to my bed." He murmured as he placed her on the mattress. "Let me teach you." His lips moved against hers.

Sarah lay on the bed and began to tremble. "You don't fight fair." Her eyes were still closed.

"Not when there is so much at stake, no." He agreed as he removed his garments swiftly. He joined her on the bed. His hand moved over her as he took hold of her left breast and began to massage it once more. "You are young, even for your age, you are young."

"Perhaps you'd be better off going after one who is not so young." Sarah said a little harshly.

Jareth flicked his tongue over the taunt nipple. "The comment was a truth; it was not given as insult. Don't take offense where none if offered, green eyes." He drew the bud of her hardened nipple into his mouth across his teeth knowing it was painful and pleasant at the same time. She arched and he suckled like a babe in swaddling.

"I am young." She agreed. "Perhaps too young."

Jareth kissed her abdomen and began to work his way down. "Young though you may be," He paused his lips knowing he was about to touch her in a way no one ever had. "You are what I want." His lips and tongue found the soft sensitive folds that protected her love cannel. Holding her hips down, he bore into her like a drill. His tongue labored fast and furiously, sliding into her with each new shudder that followed his retreat. The girl's head went back into the pillows as her hips rose up and her back arched. He knelt up between her legs. "I want you." He moved to position himself, "Do you want me?"

"Yes." Sarah moaned softly. "I want you."

Jareth smiled. "The submissive must ask the master for his favor."

Sarah blinked. "I don't know how." She whispered. "I don't know what to say."

"Ask your master to take you." He said gently waiting for her request.

"I can't call you that…." She said at last. "I can't."

Jareth smiled, "You can, and you will." His hands began to touch her in ways she'd never known and he knew it was exciting to her.

"I can't." She said softly.

"You can and you will bend to my will. I am the Master and you are my beautiful but willful salve." He kept the tone gentle. "But you will do as you are told or you will be punished for your own good. Now accept your rank, position, and role…Address me by my proper title or suffer my displeasure." Eyes shut again, she murmured the word softly. Jareth readied himself. "Again, louder, so I may hear the tone of your voice, green eyes."

"Take me….Master." she said in a long breath.

"I thought you'd never ask." He said as he pressed into her. "My beauty," he took time to allow her to adjust to his mass and length. "Now, we move together," He instructed. "I will pleasure you though this long night, my green eyed beauty. This night belongs to you, and all your tomorrows belong to me."

Later Sarah lay curled within his arms, Jareth smiled. He kissed her cheek and congratulated himself on achieving power of she who had rejected him. She, who had beaten his labyrinth, was now beaten by her own frail body and needs. Just as he could not have been more elated in his triumph, the young woman whispered woefully in her sleep.

"Jareth…forgive me." A tear fell as the words spoken in sleep escaped her.

He removed his mask and stared down at her.

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Author's note: The words used in the seduction come from the Song of Songs. One of the most erotically written passages in the Bible, and a favorite of mine. I give all credit to Solomon for the erotic passage. Hey, he earned it.