Master J

Sarah lay on the floor exhausted and spent, she heard him whisper "soon" and he pulled her into his embrace.
Together they slept, comfortable in their nudity and the hard floor, surrounded by her hair.

She woke to a feeling of warmth playing on her stomach. His finger traced her navel in slow circles, tickling and teasing.
When she opened her eyes she saw him propped on one arm looking at her. His eyes intense, "Do you know how wanton you are my pet?"

Sarah lowered her eyelids, it seemed her master still wanted to play.
When she didn't answer his question his finger left her belly and grabbed her nipple. He pinched it and twisted it causing her to hiss in pain.
"Do you know?" he repeated.
Sarah shook her una unable to think of a suitable answer.
"You, my pet, are so wanton that I would say I can make you come without touching you." His fingers stopped their torture and left her body. "Do you believe I can do it?" He rolled on top of her hovering, not touching her in anyway.
"Look at me Sarah and answer me."
She raised her eyelids slowly and exposed her olive irises to him.
"I learnt long ago that you could make me do anything." She whispered in a husky voice. Her eyes kept darting downwards but every time she forced them back up to look at his face. "It would be difficult but I am sure you can do it."
"Then it is a challenge." His smile was quick and his eyes sparkled. He was so proud of her faith in him, her belief. She was his through and through. "Get up my pet and sit on my throne. The silk on it will keep you warm. Make yourself comfortable." He rolled off of her so she could obey.
When Sarah was sitting in a demure position, naked on his throne, he walked over to her.
"Make yourself comfortable." He emphasized and pulled her legs apart. "After all, your thighs are bound to be a little sticky after our last game." Sarah lowered her eyes and blushed.
"I will need the ribbon pet, please give it to me and relax." He smoothed his hand through her hair gentile and comforting, putting her at ease.
"Watch, speak, moan, touch yourself, do what you will but stay on the throne and don't touch me."
He walked away from her trailing the ribbon behind him.

He was a sight to behold naked and proud. His feral hair and eyes betrayed his linage as something not human. Sarah openly admired him, taking advantage of the freedom to do so.
His body was sharp planes and pronounced angles, pale and perfect. From the curve of his thigh to his proud chin Sarah's eyes lapped up the sight of him.
It was then that she noticed the beat, so similar to the sound of her pulse in her ears, that it had taken her some time to register it.
Jareth had his back to her, hiding himself from her while she took in the beat. He had his weight balance on one leg, the other moving in time to the rhythm.
Suddenly he turned to face her, hair flying in an arc, ribbon trailing around him, mimicking the cocoon he had encased her in not 20 minutes ago. The memory left an ache in her loins.
He kept up to the beat and walked, leaving the ribbon in a pile behind him. He strutted as only a king can, towards her, proud of his nakedness.
He stopped just short of touching her and thrust his hips and his erect member inches away from her face. In a single fluid movement he fell to his knees keeping his groin high and proud, reaching towards her. His chest kept moving in time.
Then he was on his feet and away from her.

Sarah's pulse quickened, his display and dance left her feelinrm arm and moist. She chewed her bottom lip and continued to watch her king.
His dance sped up so that it kept apace with her heartbeat. He moved around the room in seductive movements that made Sarah think of his hands on her, enticing her, pleasing her.
"Oh yes my pet, think of every touch I have given you. The feeling of my tongue against your flesh. Think of what I have done to you in the past and what I will do in the future."
His dance had stopped and he was beside her whispering in her ear. Sarah's breath came in short gasps, her lips parted in a tiny "o".
"Think of me inside your delicious mouth holding you still while I take my pleasure. Think of what happens when I have finished. How you writhe under my mouth, how you scream and pant."
Sarah's head was thrown back now, her hands finding ways of making his words a reality on her body.
"Remember the pleasure I give you when I bite you ever so gently or when I slap your backside as it wriggles in front of me."
Her fingers were now inside herself trying to fill the void his words were creating inside of her. The memories he invoked washed over her skin like lava making her nerves burn for his touch.
"Please touch me. I need you." She gasped.
"What? And sully myself with a harlot like you?" Jareth laughed cruelly.
His cold words were her undoing; she exploded under her own hands into oblivion.
She was unworthy of him if her could make her submit like this. She was dirt and she loved it.
Sarah withdrew her fingers and shuddered quietly on his throne open and exhausted.

Suddenly his face was in front of her, his thumb probing her depths making her tender. He twisted his thumb around, coating it in her juices.
"Taste it you slut" he shoved his wet digit into her mouth. "Taste what you did without Me." She sucked dutifully at his thumb, tears in her eyes.
It humiliated her when he did this; he knew she felt dirty if she came without his aid.
"You know little slut, I am going to make you see stars." And he shoved his hand deep inside her, twisting and turning until he found the little pressure point that would send her over the edge.
Three fingers massaged her internally while he kept at his verbal abuse.
"Silly girl getting so carried away over a few words. You have no self-control at all. It is a good thing I am here to keep you inline. This little pussy need looking after doesn't' it?"
Over and over again his voice and his fingers tormented her until she became nothing but a bundle of nerves crying out for release. Deeper and deeper she fell until the world exploded in a cascade of light. Jareth's face appeared for a moment and then she was weightless in a pool of sunshine and starlight.

"Shhhh sweetling, shh"
Sarah slowly became aware that Jareth was holding her, smoothing her hair. She was cradled in his lap and shaken like a young aspen leaf. Sarah sobbed once and pulled back far enough to look into his eyes.
"What was that?"
"I have heard it called a few things, but you might know it as the G spot." He cupped her face in his palm. It was then that she noticed his arms. Fine lines of blood welled up on the surface and a large scratch dripped blood on to her leg.
"Did I do that? Di I scratch you when I..." she asked hushed and then sobbed again, fearful she had hurt him.
"Shh pet, shh" he hugged her again. "Call it extreme foreplay." He chuckled.