Master J

Jareth held his queen in his arms as she sobbed. It felt so good to have her this way, quiet and subservient. He knew that if he had her like this all the time he would quickly grow bored of her and seek diversions elsewhere. She also would chafe at the shackles his rule put over her and her spirit would defy him.
No, it was mostly a game, a game between the two of them that expelled their passions and brought them closer together. He never really harmed her; he couldn’t do it.

Once though, once he would have killed her if he could have.
She had defeated him, humiliated him, and almost destroyed him then escaped into the mortal world. She had aged, grew up, while he sat behind the veil watching her.
She called her friends, his underlings, and he watched. Trying to find her weakness, hoping to crush her and her dreams between his fingers.
But as she grew into a beauty of more than just body and stared longingly into the sky still dreaming her dreams, his anger faded.
He found himself not seeking her weaknesses anymore but her skills. He found her bewitching and compelling as her grew to know her beyond the spoilt child she was long ago.
It was then 10 years after she first called him that he made his move.

A small note attached to a red rose was delivered to her at work. The note read; ”Darling Sarah, Happy Anniversary” and that was it.
Her colleagues were intrigued and pestered her, trying to find the name of this romantic suitor. But she had no name to give. She hadn’t had a serious relationship in months; even then she was never given a rose, men today weren’t that thoughtful.
The day remained uneventful until she returned home.

Her small apartment was filled with candles and roses. Their perfume clouding her senses and dazzled her in their extravagance.
She still had no clue as to who had done this; there wasn’t even a note. No indication at all, just the note that had been delivered to her earlier that day.
She walked around and around looking for the culprit cum suitor and found no one. So she switched on the lights and started to blow out the candles.

One by one her breath extinguished the tiny flames as she walked around the path they had created. As she blew out the last one she looked up and realised she was standing in the middle of a labyrinth.

In the centre of a maze created out of candle and roses. On the anniversary of the day she had been to the Labyrinth. The 10th Anniversary.

Sarah’s sobs had quietened now and she slept peacefully with her head cradled on his chest. Her soft breath whispering over his naked flesh.
If he could see through the curtain of hair he would see her lovely purple hues eyelids closed brushing her cheeks with long dark lashes.

Jareth remembered her calling him that night, surrounded by the smoking candles.
He had come to her then, with a knowing look and a blindfold in his hands.
“What is this?” she asked titling her head and looking at him without fear. “What is with the roses? Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Yes” Her eyes widened and she stepped backwards now scared.
“What? Why? I’m” Sarah stumbled over the words trying not to give in to the images that flashed into her mind. Images of pale flesh and tangled limbs, sounds breaking the night’s still air and rumpled bedclothes.
Dreams she had been dreaming since she had lost her innocence. She had wondered what it would have been like to be possessed by him.

His voice was behind her now, he was behind her. “You were too young when we first met to think such things, but I wasn’t. I have some unfinished business with you;” his hand ran up along the length of her spine “Sarah” her name a caress on his lips.
Her eyes closed and she leaned into his touch. “You have dreamt of it as have I. Let us see if the reality is better than imagination.”
He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and pulled her close to him. He brought her back to the world she almost destroyed, beyond the stonewalls of the Labyrinth, away from the glare of the castle.
Hidden in a lush forest was a gentle waterfall surrounded by flat rocks. Moss covered every surface in a moist carpet of rich green.
He let her sit down on a rock and started to play with her hair.
“I have dreams, Sarah, dreams of your hair wrapped around the two of us.” He brushed it with his hands willing her to relax. “Your hair is the only thing around us.” He paused letting the image take hold.
He kissed her temple and let his hands trail down her neck. His fingerers played a slow seduction over her shoulders and chest Sar Sarah shuddered and gave into her dreams. She opened her body to the goblin king and let herself be carried away in the throws of passion. It wouldn’t hurt her to give in once.
She stretched out her legs and found them over the edge and in a pool of water. With her blindfold on she was relying on her sense of hearing and touch. It had heightened the experiences for her.
Sarah moved forward away from Jareth’s roving hands and slipped into the pool, trusting it to be shw anw and calm.
The cold water took Sarah in up to her chest. “Come to me” she reached out her hands to her inhuman suitor. “Tonight, and only for tonight I accept you rule over me. Take me where my dreams have been dwelling for so long.”

He answered her call, he realised then he always would.
They were together in the water, she took as much as he accepted and then she gave him everything she had within her.
Together they warmed the shallow pool, the water took her weight and balance him on his waist completely.
Naked and warm to his touch she came alive with passion, Jareth’s cold indifference disappeared when she raked her nails down his back and screamed his name.

When their passion was spent they crawled back to the rocks, drying themselves in the sun. Jareth picked up Sarah’s hair, now a heavy weight in his hands. He loved the feel of on his flesh, a living curtain. He wanted to see it long, longer than it was now, down to her waist so she would have to swing it out of the way to sit. He wanted her hair caught up in his arms as they slept.

“Grow it for me Sarah.” He whispered, his meaning clear to them both.

“Oh God,” Sarah jumped up ripping the blindfold off. “This can’t possibly be happening!” she started to pace but slipped and almost fell back into the pool of water. Jareth caught her and lowered her down beside him.
“I mean you should hate me. I beat you!” she squealed. Sarah was still naked and flushed from their love making in the water. Her eyes searched his face for answers.

Jareth had tired to keep reality at bay with the blindfold, but Sarah was Sarah and as much as she dreamed she couldn’t remove herself from reality. Not yet.
“I did for a while, but not anymore.”
“But why? It has been so long I was a” he cut her off by kissing her.
His hand held the back of her head as he took possession of her mouth.
It was a quick fleeting kiss but she responded with a depth of passion that spurred him on.
“Shou wou want this, I want this Give in.”
“What will it cost me?” she looked into his eyes, her own filled with fear and passion. The combination intoxicated him; he vowed right then and there that she would never look him in the eyes with out his permission. He wanted that control.
“I offer you everything, what is cost compared to this?” he ran his hands over her body making her moan and shut her eyes.

Sarah threw her head back and exposed herself to his touch. “What can any other man give you that I can’t Sarah? I can take you to places you have only dreamt of. No mortal can do that.” He pulled at her breast, the sensitive flesh cold and exposed responded readily to him.

She stiffened, curled into herself and faced him anew. “That is just it, I am mortal, and I age. You aren’t, I would be a toy, a slave to you.”
“Don’t you want that?” he asked seeing her dreams behind his own eyelids. “To be my slave? Exposed to my touch and will? Do you not crave my rule over you? Isn’t that why you gave in to me tonight?”
“You would tire of me; grow bored and wander. I know you well Jareth. You don’t need a toy you, can have your choice of them. I don’t want to be abandoned.”

He chuckled at her resistance, even now when her body sung out for him she resisted. Her spirit hadn’t changed with her maturity.
“Keep challenging me then pet, submit but not wholly. Be my equal, defy me.” He lifted her hair and admired its beauty and weight. “I need you.” When he admitted his weakness Jareth dropped his head and rested it on her brow. A weight had been lifted off his heart. “I need you. Your spirit for life, your live and loyalty. It keeps me alive.”

It was then Sarah’s turn to cup his face in her hands.
“I’ll grow my hair.”
Sometimes the most important words are the ones left unspoken. She had bound herself to him that night and became his slave and lover. She was also his saviour and equal. ulleulled her closer to him and listened to her breathing.

Deep within her womb a new life came into being.