A New Understanding

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fan fiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I do not own any of the characters in this story and am making no profit from this. I am writing this purely for my own amusement. The characters all belong to Jim Henson.

Chapter 1 Sarah

Jareth sat on his throne, his meloncholy catching up to him, and sighed. He was remembering that bratty girl again, no matter how hard he tried to forget—her eyes still haunted him at night. How had she been able to refuse him all that time ago? True she had only been fifteen at the time and she couldn’t possibly have understood what he had been offering her. She still shouldn’t have been able to resist him. He'd never lost before. He would have given her anything he could have in exchange for her love. That disturbed him more than her refusal. The fae were renown for their cold attitudes, their cooler heads, and their lack of passion. How had this girl, this ordinary mortal girl, been able to awake this fire with in him?
This whole situation would never do. He looked into the crystal ball that was his link to her. He hadn’t given in to the temptation to check on her for years. As the image in the ball became clearer what he saw took his breath away. She was much more mature and beautiful than she was the last time she was here. She was dressed in a very tight pair of shorts and a shirt that left nothing to the imagination. And the way she was moving, he had not seen anything more alluring in his long life. She was dancing on a stage with a single metal pole on it. As she swayed to the music she removed her shirt. She only had a lacy black bra on under it. As she reached for the clasp holding the bra shut Jareth looked around the room she was dancing in. similarly dressed girls were in various positions around the room serving men. Most of the men in the room were watching Sarah, his Sarah, as if they were drawn to the hypnotic movements her body made. And he could not blame them. She was as graceful as one of the fae. He realized then that he could not leave her in her current position. She wasn’t for these men. She was his. It was time he claimed her. She was old enough to understand now, what it was he was offering, and as she proved by the way she was removing her clothes in a room full of strangers, she understood very well what it was that he wanted from her.
Well that might not be true, he didn’t understand exactly what he wanted from her. He watched a few minutes more and then he forced himself to look away. The heat that was filling his blood was not what he needed right now. What he needed right now was a plan to get Sarah back in his domain, only this time there would be no game. This time she had no choice. This time she would be his. She could not debase herself before he had her.
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When Sarah got home she was cold, tired and glad just to lock herself in. She hated working at the club, but it was the only way that she could stay at Julliard to finish her training. She hated to watch all the men leering at her. It was the main reason that she shunned their company after work. She also shunned the attempts the other girls had made at being friendly. Not because there was anything wrong with the girls she worked with—most of them were really nice—but because she knew better than to get involved with people now. Letting people in and caring what they thought just caused pain. Sarah had learned a few really tough lessons in life. The first was that when you trusted people you were setting yourself up to be used, and the second was that everyone will eventually desert you, no matter how loyal they seemed in the begining. Sarah tried to get herself moving. A pity party was not what she needed right now.
She didn’t even have a boyfriend here because they had fought about her going to work at the club. She was totally alone since she had lost her father. The only friend she had left in the world was her half brother Toby and she hadn’t seen him since their father died. He was busy with school and his mother Karen didn't really like him to hang around with Sarah. Karen looked at her as a bad influence.
Tonight had been especially bad. Normally she could pretend that she was dancing on a stage in a theater, but tonight she had felt eyes, watching her. Eyes she couldn’t ignore or escape. Part of her had liked the feeling; part of her had wanted to run. She hadn’t felt like that since she was a teenager and had made up that crazy story about the goblin king.
She walked into the bathroom and stripped off her dancing clothes. She started the shower and let the water run to get hot. She stepped under the cleansing spray and let it take her mind away from all of her problems. She started to relax, but she held on to the image of the man from her childhood fantasies. There was something about him. An ethereal beauty that was beyond her understanding, but a cruelty in his eyes that made her shiver. She turned off the shower and reached for the towel that was hanging next to the tub. As she toweled herself off she shook her head, here she went again, thinking about a man that didn’t exist. She wasn’t sure why he still felt so real to her after all of these years. She still thought about him as she danced, and wondered what it would be like to dance only for him.
She became aware that she was being watched as she stepped into her bedroom. The man from those long ago dreams standing there next to her bed. She backed away as he stepped closer to her. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She had been dreaming about him for years, and here he was standing in front of her.

“Ah, Sarah, how nice of you to clean yourself up just for me. It was for me wasn’t it? It is nice to see that you recognize me after all of this time. Now to business, or would you prefer pleasure first, it is all the same to me.” He smiled at her. “I have been waiting for such a long time for this”

She started to back away from him still not believing what her eyes told her to be true. He was here and he said he had been waiting for her. All of the dreams she had had about him came rushing back to her. There had pleasure and pain in all of them. The world around her seemed to dim and the last thing she saw before the darkness took her was his cold smile.

Jareth couldn’t help being pleased by her reaction to him. She had obviously recognized him, and the thoughts he had picked up right before she had come into the room told him that she had fantasized about him often. He knew nothing she had thought of would really equal the truth. He would only make her darker thoughts come to pass until she either learned to obey him, to want him, or if she ended up craving being treated like that. He was determined to be everything she had imagined and so much more. If she wanted to be ruled, rule her he would.
With an almost absent minded wave of his hand they were in his bedroom, and the clothes both of them were wearing had changed. She was wearing a softly flowing outfit made of several layers of a gauzy silk material that looked like it belonged in a story about a harem girl. The burgundy color of the outfit set off her dark hair and pale skin perfectly. He was wearing a black silk shirt, tight black leather pants, and boots that came halfway up his calf. He looked down at her and smiled. He picked her up and put her on the couch across from the bed. He frowned at the bed and then changed it into a four-poster with black silk hangings and burgundy satin sheets. He dimmed the lighting down to a few candles strategically placed around the room. He then sat in a chair next to the couch and waited for her to regain consciousness. A few minutes later she started to come to.
He smiled as she opened her eyes, upon seeing him she startled and jumped to her feet. “Ah I see you are awake. I brought us to more pleasant surroundings. I hope you don’t mind my dear, but it isn’t like you get much of a choice in the matter. And please don’t start with that ‘you have no power over me thing again’” he smiled at her. “This time I do have power over you. The power your silly little dreams gave me. The power you want to beg me to use. Isn't that right Sarah? This doesn’t have to be hard for you, all you have to do is what you are told, isn’t that what you want?”

Sarah was shocked that he knew of her dreams, and even more shocked that he was real. She didn’t know what to do, or how to respond to what he was saying. “What do you want from me?” She stammered, fighting her warring instincts. She was hearing two distinct voices in her head. The first was telling her to get away from him as fast as she could, the other wanted her to throw herself at his feet and encourage him to do everything he had just promised to do to her.

He smiled; he knew she wouldn’t have the power this time to resist him. She was weak, but she would grow in confidence until she was a worthy companion for him, and until then he would establish what he wanted from her right off. “I want you Sarah, I want you to dance for me, I want you to moan with the pleasure or pain that I give you, and I want you to obey me. It is simple, do what you are told or I will have to punish you, the more you resist the worse it will be. Before I am done with you, you will love me. One way or the other.”

Sarah shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. “But my life is there, my home is there, it may not be perfect, but it is mine. What if I don’t want to be here?”

“Is freedom the reason you work in that place Sarah? Is freedom the reason you dream of me, watching you from the shadows? Tell me Sarah how many lovers have you had in the past year? Ever? And why you have none now? Have you ever stopped thinking of me? I know you want me Sarah, and now I will have you. You may be able to earn your freedom, but first I will have my fill of you.” He watched for her reaction. A deep blush filled her face then. It made him wonder, was she ashamed of her dreams, her desires? Or was there something more? Had she had a lot of lovers? Did the number of them embarrass her? “How many Sarah? How many men have you been with? Tell me.”

Sarah looked at her feet. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She knew what it had seemed like to him, with her working in that place. She couldn’t face him. She couldn’t tell him that there had never been anyone who could compare to him, to the man she dreamed of. She had almost slept with a few different men, but had never been able to go through with it.

She still wouldn’t look at him. He couldn’t figure it out. There couldn’t be so many that she could not face him, maybe humans were different then the fae. Maybe a number that wouldn’t faze him at all made her this shame filled creature before him. He cupped a hand under her chin and tilted her face up to look at his. He stared deep into her eyes. “Tell me, Sarah. I want to know.”

She tried to look down but she couldn’t escape his piercing gaze. “I…I have never. Willingly anyway” she choked on her words, unable to finish the sentence.

He let go of her chin, surprised. Never? She was still untouched? No she had said willingly, had someone forced her? This was not as he had imagined. And he would make it good for her to. But he had to know a few things first. “ Why Sarah? Were you saving yourself for someone?” She looked up at him and her blush deepened. He reached out and stroked her cheek. She shivered at his touch. He smiled. “Tell me what it is that you want from me Sarah. How is it that you wanted me to be? I know you dream of me. What is it that you want me to do to you?” he stroked her breast through the fabric of her shirt, causing her to shiver again, ”or do you even know?” He caught her lips in a searing kiss them and she melted into his arms. He smiled against her mouth and then nipped her bottom lip causing her to gasp. He pulled away from her. “Oh no it won’t be that easy for you. You have to earn what you desire, by giving me what I want. Promise me that you will not try to leave until I let you go. You may resist the things I will do to you, but know that we will do different things; some may be more pleasant for you than others. You are mine now. Say it! Tell me you are mine and you won’t try to leave. I will not force you, you must willingly give yourself to me.”

Sarah looked at her feet again, and then back at him. “I will not try to leave, until you release me.” And she mumbled “and I am….” She couldn’t finish; she couldn’t bring herself to tell him she was his. She looked up just in time to see his eyes grow darker with what she was sure was anger. She started to back away from him in fear. .

Jareth felt her resisting him and felt anger rising within him. Did this blasted girl never learn? Just because he had her here didn’t mean he was going to hurt her. He would not strike her out of anger. He would never touch her out of anger, it was not in him to do so. She had to understand what he wanted of her. She wasn’t here so that he could beat her; he wanted her to want to be here. He wanted to love her. He wanted her love in return. The fact that she was still denying what she wanted was maddening to him. He looked deep into her eyes, “or if you prefer I could send you back….”

She looked startled at his words, and there was fear in her eyes, a new kind of fear. She looked shocked that he would send her away. “Jareth, no I want, I.” she trailed off again not quite knowing how to put what she wanted into words. She knew what she wanted but was not sure how to admit it. She had waited all of this time for him, he had never left her thoughts, even when she had thought she made him up, but she didn’t just want the physical, she wanted him to love her as well, as she had always loved him.
He smiled again as she trembled before him. With a wave of his hand the room grew in size and there was a stage with a pole on the other side of it. He extended his hand to Sarah and she took it, she was timid, and he decided he liked her like that. He led her to the stage and gestured for her to get on it. With another wave of his hand the music she had been dancing to earlier in the club was flowing around them. He sat on a chair that he summoned and smiled at her. “Dance Sarah, dance for me and only me.”
She shivered again as she heard the husky desire in his tone. She knew she had to try; she had to try and please him. She did not want to—could not—leave him. She started to sway to the music and felt it take her away. It was different this time though. This time the man she thought about when she danced was sitting in the shadows right in front of her. She looked down at him as she started to let the music take control of her.

Jareth looked up at the woman Sarah had become and was amazed that this was the same bratty little thing from six years ago. She had matured but in some ways she was very much still a frightened girl. “Take off your clothes for me, I want to see you touch yourself as you dance Sarah. I want you ready for me.”

Sarah flushed again but this time he could see that there was desire mixed in with the embarrassment. She reached for the first gauzy layer of her shirt and it came easily away. She slowly removed layer after graceful layer, her movements becoming more and more erotic. He found it hard to look anywhere but at her. When she finally stood before him without anything covering her, he took in the beauty of her soft skin. She was truly a work of art, his work of art. She lowered herself to the stage using the pole to control her descent. She rolled to where he could look fully upon her and spread herself open. Her hand wandered over her firm breasts and down her tight stomach.
He twitched with the desire to go to her, but he knew that she had to be ready first. Her first time had not gone well.

Her fingers skimmed into her opening and she sighed as she started to finger her now very moist slit. She had opened herself perfectly just so he could see every movement she made. Her eyes slid closed and her breath grew ragged as she drew closer to her climax. Jareth stood up. He was harder than he had ever been. He waited until she was at the very edge of release and then stopped her hand. “Not yet pet. You aren’t allowed to climax until I say you can.” She whimpered. The sound made him even harder, but he wanted to draw this out. He wanted her to beg him for every touch. He bent and kissed her, then pulled back as she started to respond. “What is it that you want me to do Sarah? What is it that you want?”
“You, I want you.” was all she managed to say. “Love me”
He waived his hand and she found herself on the bed."I already love you." Her eyes widened as he leaned over her. He smiled and then ran a hand down her body stopping to trace her perfect, hard nipples. She strained into his touch, whimpering yet again. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger and rolled it gently, causing her back to arch with the sensation she was filled with. He stopped and traveled down until he was stroking down the outside of her leg. She started to make little mewing sounds as he traveled up the inside of her leg following his hand with his lips. He stopped just short of her mound and looked up at her. “Look at me Sarah, I want you to know who is making you feel this way.” Her eyes opened and she looked at him with a hunger filled gaze. “Say my name Sarah, Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, I belong to you.” He let his fingers graze the top of her mound. “Oh please, I belong to you,” she shuddered as his fingers pressed just a little harder; she was so close to her release. ”Jareth, I belong to you!”
He smiled again and said in a husky voice “Now you can cum pet.” his mouth replaced his fingers and she came violently as his tongue explored her moist slit, her whole body arched to meet him and she screamed out, as her orgasm ripped through her. He didn’t stop there, he sucked her now hard clit into his mouth and flicked it back and forth with his tongue relentlessly until he felt her start to tense up again, he stopped just short of her second release, and smiled up at her. If he had any doubts about her purity they were gone now. She was gasping his name as if it held the key to her salvation. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure. He smiled. He had reduced her to a trembling of of nerves. He waived his hand again and his clothes were gone. He slid himself into position and placed the head of his organ at her moist opening. He knew she wanted him, but he wanted her to say it. “Tell me that you want this Sarah, tell me that you want me inside of you.”
“I want you inside of me Jareth, now, please!” She whimpered again and pushed her hips slightly forward, burying the head of him into her, moaning with the feelings that intrusion brought.
He pushed slowly into her, resisting his building desire, wanting her first willing time to be at least pleasant. He had no desire to hurt her, unless she wanted him to. He pushed forward a little harder until he felt her tense. She solved the issue for him by shoving up against him. She gasped and tears started to run down her face, but she pushed against him until he was fully embedded in her—touching places that had never been touched before as he was much bigger than the only man who had ever been inside her. She felt full, but this time it wasn't an unplesant feeling, and the pain from the unfamiliar streching was already faiding—something much sweeter taking its place. She was still, not knowing what to do. He stroked her face and asked her “do you want me to continue? We can stop, I do not want to hurt you love.”
She looked up at him through haunted eyes and nodded, “please.” Was the only word she was able to say. He still hesitated until she reached up and kissed him, putting the hunger of the last few years into that one kiss, until he no longer had any doubt that this was what she wanted.
He gave her a moment to get accustomed to feeling him inside her and then he started pulling himself out of her, and then pushing back in, in a gentle rhythm. He leaned down and kissed the tears off of her face. It was taking all of his will power not to drive himself forcefully into her. As his need became more pressing he started to pick up his pace. She matched him. He felt her tighten around him and he could no longer hold back, he reached between them and flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves a few times with a practiced movements, Her whole body shuddered and she tightened around him, her pulsing heat milking his cock until he couldn't hold back any longer. With a pleasure that was almost pain, he pumped a few more times and came as she sobbed out his name. His arms threatened to collapse. He rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms.

Now she was his. He knew now that he still loved her, even after all this time. What was time to one of the fae anyway? She sighed and drifted off in his arms, cuddling into his chest, For once satisfied. He figured they could work out the rest of the rules for this crazy thing in the morning, pulling her closer to him he drifted off with her cradled in his arms.