Her lips were dry as she stepped forwards again, finally closing the distance between them. Just as she had on their first lesson, she reached out a hand to him.

Jareth searched her eyes before taking it. This time, he laced his fingers with hers. Palm to palm, the heat that flowed through him and into her was palpable, and yet it evoked the deepest of shivers. Sarah could feel her blood beginning to race, her chest starting to heave, and when she looked at him, she saw that he was panting right there with her.

The want, the wildness in his eyes was enough to send tremors through her whole body, desire and hunger tangled up as one. When he whispered her name again, she could already feel herself beginning to unravel, wanting him more than ever, ready to fall and to beg at his feet.

Her mind sounded its indignation, wrestling control away from her unruly body. This was her lesson – her journey. She had to flip the tables, somehow. She had to make him as desperate as her.

Sarah swallowed hard, loosening the knot in her throat.

"Reverse it," she ordered him. "I want to be able to touch you that way, on the inside. I want the power to connect with all of you." She took some satisfaction in the way his Adam's apple lurched and fell. The heat between their hands burned higher.

"Done," he murmured. "I grant you that power – now use it."

He gave her hand one last firm squeeze before releasing her, and yet the warmth they had kindled together still remained. Sarah could feel that power – his power – burning her from the inside, ready to tear out from under her control if she didn't release it soon.

She eyed the Goblin King with dark intent as he took two steps backwards, bracing both his hands on the desk behind him for support. There was a clear challenge in those curious eyes of his, but after being teased and toyed with for days on end, she was more than ready to meet it.

His unconventional tutelage had prepared her, ensuring that the right words could fall at will from her tongue. She knew just what to say to make his body sing from head to toe – especially with all the extra research she'd put in, in readiness for this exact moment. She just hoped he really had given her access to all of him. Only time would tell.

He raised an eyebrow as, instead of allowing his retreat, she followed him to the desk, standing before him. Her fingers reached out, curled back, and then stretched out again as she finally settled on touching him, grazing the hollow of his pale throat.

"This is highly inappropriate, Miss Williams," he growled.

"Yeah, well I said I wanted to watch and learn, so brace yourself, because it's about to get a whole lot worse," she promised him, before turning her full attention to the dark blue shirt he wore.

Sarah popped open the buttons one by one, grateful that her hands remained steady as she worked her way down his firm chest. Touching him was unavoidable, and she held back her moans every time her fingertips grazed his warm, smooth skin. By the time she got to his stomach, the eagerness had gotten to her, making her fingers clumsy, and she heard him chuckle as she fumbled her way down to his belt. Rather than watching her hands, he seemed intent on her face, no doubt enjoying the way she blushed over him. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth as she finally untucked his shirt, letting it hang loose on his torso.

With all that creamy, pale skin on show, the subtle tone of muscle in his chest and stomach, and the slightest flare of his narrow hips, she hardly knew where to begin. As tempting as it was to touch, she forced herself to put a little distance between them, walking backwards as she pondered her next move. Her throat worked as she eyed him, and his expectant smirk made her bolder.

"Pectoralis major," she murmured, pointing at the right side of his chest.

Jareth let out a soft grunt as the upper portion of his chest twitched. His tongue flitted out to wet his lips as the same tingling warmth Sarah had come to know and covet flooded through the muscle. A smile crept across Sarah's face as she moved her attention to his left side, before issuing the command again, taking pleasure in the way the muscle jerked in response. True to his word, he had given her free rein to explore him however she pleased. All she had to do was speak, and point.

As Jareth surrendered himself to her ministrations, she talked her way lower, her eyes torn between his body and his face.

With his toned chest and flat stomach on full display, she was free to take in every delicious shift of his body, but his blissful expression was what truly held her enraptured. His head was tipped back, eyes closed, his throat bared and his breathing labored as she gave him that magic touch. She moved down towards his stomach, watching as his eyelids fluttered and his mouth fell open.

She could feel her own body beginning to throb in response as she watched his pale skin grow darker, and his hips start to undulate. It grew harder to concentrate on the clinical terms for such intimate, living, breathing parts of him, but she had practiced well. She had promised herself this.

Breathing a little harder herself by then, she focused on slowly stroking her way down the wall of his abdomen, smiling to herself as she began to trace teasing circles around his umbilicus.

Jareth's hips gave a sudden jerk, and he hissed out air through his nose. His eyes snapped open. "Are you certain that's strictly necessary for your studies, love?"

"Oh, absolutely. I need to have a good feel for all parts of the body to make sure I pass." A soft whisper and the barest flick of her finger set the tender area just beneath his navel tingling.

"Fuck," Jareth muttered, now holding onto the desk for dear life.

Sarah's grin grew wider. "Such language in the classroom! Things like that could get you fired, Dr. Knightly."

"Hmm. I think what's most likely to get me fired right now is letting my star pupil get me hard."

When Sarah glanced downwards, sure enough, there was a telltale tent in his slacks, the chocolate-brown fabric now pulled taut.

Her tummy turned a little somersault, a soft sigh of longing slipping out past her lips, and she had to bite her tongue. "So I'm your star pupil then? Does that mean I'm going to get extra credit if I suck up to you, Sir?"

Jareth growled low down in his throat as his knuckles turned white around the edge of the desk. "If you don't behave yourself, you'll be in detention every day for a month. 'I must not tease my teacher,' to be written on the board completely in the nude, bending and stretching to fill every last bit of space. And if your penmanship isn't to my complete satisfaction, I'll take you over my knee afterwards and pound it into your luscious little arse just what a bad girl you are. Fifty whacks, and after every last one, you'll squeal to me how you won't be such a despicable little cocktease from now on. Is that what you want, Sarah?"

Fuck. The needy throbbing in the pit of her stomach intensified, and she could feel her cheeks starting to really burn. She was the one in control, and yet with just his words, he had her ready to melt into a lustful little puddle at his feet – again. Of course, she wasn't ready to let him know that just yet. "Maybe you can teach me a lesson later," she told him, "because right now, I haven't finished with yours."

"Mmm. As you wish, precious. One can only wonder just what else you've got in store." His Adam's apple bobbed as she began to tease that tempting v-cut of his hips, following the path of his inguinal crease with both her words and the pointing of her finger. "Well, you're certainly learning," he ground out through his teeth. "Dare I ask just how far down this newly-acquired knowledge of the human body goes?"

"I guess that all depends."

"On?"

Sarah pulled in a deep breath before she whispered the right words – the ones that would allow him to feel her right at the very base of his cock. "On how far you're willing to let me take you," she whispered.

Jareth looked and smiled in her direction, but there was tension in his jaw and in the tendons of his neck. "You've been so eager to learn right from the start, precious thing. Far be it from me to hold back your education in any way."

It was all the blessing she needed. She heard the way her breath caught in her throat, and knew that he heard it, too. She squeezed her thighs together, biting down a moan as she savored just a hint of the pleasure she continued to bestow on him.

Her hand dropped down to her side, fingers curling inwards as she imagined just how she would grip his stiff cock. Jareth's eyes grew heavy with bliss once more, his mouth slack and open with pleasure as that tingling sensation spread through his shaft by just the will of her hand.

Oh, she had memorized those parts of a man in the privacy of her bedroom, the root and body and glans, but simple names and diagrams on a page just could not compare to the real thing. Her books could not teach her just how hot watching him respond to her touch would get her; there was no worksheet or test on earth that could describe the steady, throbbing pulse that had taken up residence between her legs as she pleasured him, matching the jerky thrust of his hips. Her fingers flexed around empty air, but she could tell from his shameless moan that he could feel her squeezing him.

She began to move her wrist, sliding those magical little tingles up and down the full length of his shaft, her movements slow at first, yet growing in confidence. Though they were standing apart, Jareth guided her just as well as if they had been in bed together. He told her with his low groans and the subtle movements of his body just where he needed her, just how fast and hard, or soft and slow to take him.
Sarah watched the clenching of his fingers and the swivel of his hips, the flicker of his lashes and those delicious little twists of his head, as if he had any hope of denying his coming climax. She stroked and teased him and watched the rapid heaving of his chest, until she was panting right alongside him, and that deep, thudding pulse between her clenched thighs had grown impossibly heavy and hot. She longed to tease herself the same way, to come right along with him, but she couldn't bear the distraction. She had to watch him come apart for her – to prove to him that she could dole out just as much pleasure and power as he'd given her.

"Sarah," he murmured, lust-lidded eyes finding hers. "Oh, fuck, Sarah …"

"Tell me," she urged him. "Tell me what you need."

"Need to be inside you, love. Gods, I need that so much right now. I want to love you for the first time and make you mine." His hands clamped down tighter on the desk as his hips bucked, and his head rolled back so that he was gazing up at the ceiling. "I want you riding my cock as you come for me, my hands clutching at your hips and that gorgeous arse as I pull you down onto me, driving myself up deep into your tight little cunt. Ah, fuck!" he snarled.

Sarah had to choke down her own words of accord. Just hearing him finally admit it had lit a fire in her, and if she wasn't careful, she would soon be offering herself up over the man's desk on a silver platter – if the Goblin King would really allow something so crude. Given his current state, she didn't quite know what he'd do. She nibbled at her bottom lip as her eyes moved along his body, and wondered if it was time to make that day's lesson a little more hands on. After all, with the way he was tenting his trousers, it was surely better to make him a little more comfortable.

Just as she had taken her first tentative step towards him, her hand still moving, Jareth eyes flew open and locked onto hers. It was as though he had read her mind.

"Sarah, stop," he panted. He gave a soft grunt as she broke the connection between them. "Good. Very good." Despite his words, he didn't seem too sure.

"Did I … do something wrong?" The moment she had spoken, she cursed how young, how naïve she had let herself sound. The warmth of Jareth's crooked little smile reassured her.

"Not at all, precious thing, but I'm afraid you already had me rather close to doing something I would regret."

Sarah chuckled. "My birthday is tomorrow – I'm virtually legal already. Don't tell me the great Goblin King really cares about human rules, especially when it's only a matter of hours away."

Jareth huffed out laughter. "Actually, I was talking about the embarrassing possibility of coming in my trousers, filthy girl." Though his face was still flushed, and his cock still had not lost its fullness, he moved to meet her with a surprising level of calm.

His hand was warm and gentle against her cheek. "This was only a lesson. If I have you – when I have you, love – it will be solely on your terms, and hopefully in a more fitting location. You deserve everything you've ever dreamed of, and I want to offer you no less than perfection. Think on it, and me, as well as your studies."

Bending, he pressed a soft kiss to her hot cheek, before drawing back to look at her. His mouth hitched up at one corner, and he gave her a wink. "Now, bugger off. I have some inopportune wanking to take care of, as well as some blasted faculty meeting to prepare for on the morrow, and a huge pile of tests with my name on it. And honestly, if our business isn't done by the time I get roped into one of these dreaded parent-teacher conferences I've been hearing about, I refuse to be held responsible for just where I decide to shove my marking pen."

"Hey, you're the one who chose to come here disguised as a teacher. It's not exactly glamorous work for a king."

"No, it most certainly isn't." Jareth gave a thoughtful nod before he turned his back, waving her away. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to remove your gluteus maximus, medius and minimus from my classroom …?"

The gentle tingling that rippled through her bottom – hardly a caress, and more of a dismissive little tap – made her gasp, but she recovered quickly. "Okay, okay, I'm going. Don't get your corpora cavernosa in a twist. I imagine that'd be pretty painful."

From the way Jareth stumbled on his walk back to his desk, clutching at his crotch with a lustful little moan, it was anything but. He turned on his heel and gave her a dark, pointed look. "I think you've learned enough for today, Sarah. Leave, wicked thing, before you truly earn yourself that spanking."

"Trust me, I'm already gone."

Sarah grinned to herself as she headed towards the door, certain that the lesson had been a success. Just as her fingers brushed the doorknob, she remembered the invite in her bag, and she paused at the threshold, weighing her options.

Without stopping to consider the full implications of what she was about to do, Sarah fished the envelope from her bag and offered it to him. His was was still flushed, but he too it. "What's this?" He asked, turning it over in his hand. Grinning she responded, "it's a gift , nothing more... but if you open it, well... "

Jareth smirked at teasing. "You certainly are being very generous today, Precious. Should I be concerned?"

Shrugging, Sarah brushed her hair behind her shoulder. "Guess you have to wait and see." She gave him a gentle smile and hurried out the door.

Shaking his head, Jareth opened the envelope and grinned seeing the invitation. "After today's little lesson I definitely intend to be there, Precious." He grinned wickedly as he started to gather his things, humming softly to himself.