Power and Its Vices

Jareth didn’t like having Sarah eye him up like a piece of meat. Her confidence was intriguing him and her body moved well beneath the garments. Images of he beneath him hot, wet and panting his name, begging for release flooded his mind.
Though what he had seen of her true self he now knew that it would only happen if she wanted it to.

“You know this, but I will say it to you anyway my king.” Her cool voice interrupted his thoughts, ”You have accepted my rule in mind only, while that is good for the moment, you will be mine completely.” She walked over to where he stood half naked, proud and arrogant.
“Too long have you rules without guidance my pet. You have gotten too big for your own good.” Sarah patted his groin through his breaches. “I plan to see you bigger in some ways but first I want you humbled.”
Jareth started to speak but the thin rod swung up and stopped his mouth.
“Humility is a virtue Jareth, one you will learn.”
Sarah started to circle around him with a predatory gleam in her eye. It should have been comical having her dressed in an elegant dress and his shirt draped over her shoulders, but it only reminded him of her claim on him.

Her foot kicked his legs apart. “Hands behind your back, grip your elbows.” She nodded when he obeyed.
His chest stuck out in a militant fashion and his eyes shone in the darkness.
When he had linked his power to her she gained a few of his gifts. She was now able to see in the hidden room with out the aid of any light.
She still loved the way the candlelight had played on his skin, accenting outlines and blurring details creating an illusion of a still life painting.
The idea of a candle brought one into reality, its flickering light highlighting his body.

“I didn’t do that.” He gasped, “You didn’t make me either…”
“The Labyrinth accepts my rule.” She shrugged accepting it with the ease of a child. Not acknowledging that in fact she had just turned his reality upside down.
He had been in charge of the lives of so many for so long and now his power had been taken from him in a matter of heard beats. Jareth sighed and closed his eyes.
A weight had been lifted up off of him. Slight and well tailored he had rarely noticed its pressure but now that it gon gone he noticed its absence.
He rolled his shoulders caressing the new freedom when a sting landed across his chest forcing him to look up and causing his breath to catch.
“Pay attention my king! Keep your eye on me at all times.” Sarah prodded him with the tip of her cane. “I can’t have you distracted.”
There was a thin welt across his chest branding him. Sarah ran her fingertips across it.
“Now,” her smile was wicked “that does look lovely. Much better than the rags you were wearing earlier. Do you not think so?” Sarah didn’t give him a chance to respond because she planted a fierce kiss on his lips.
IT was savage and brutal claiming him entirely. His lips pressed harshly against his teeth as her tongue forced his jaw to open. She plundered his mouth preventing him from returning or responding.

Jareth gave into his body’s impulse and unclasped his arms to draw her closer to him. He wanted to press her warm body next to his and gain purchase in the battle in his mouth.
Sarah hissed and pulled away. Her cane whistled through the air and landed on his forearm as she spun around out of his embrace.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?! It wasn’t a question that required and answer. “I control anything that happens here. I say what you can or cannot do. DO NOT presum tou touch me again you filthy cur.”
Her eyes flashed anger and power, the air around her fizzled with electricity. Jareth was momentarily scared wondering if this was how he had looked to her all those years ago.

Then as quickly as the storm had started it faded, and Jareth was caught in the cold void. He knew that it would return fiercer than before.

“It is time for me to tell you the rules Jareth.” She started to walk around him again.
“One, you will stay in position unless told otherwise.
Two, Never speak unless given permission by me.
Three, you may not touch me unless given leave to do so.
Four, no personal gratification, or other means of..” she paused looking for the right word, “expulsion with out my consent.
All of these rules are to be obeyed and you break them at your own risk. She stopped circling and stared into his eyes.
“Do you understand everything I have told you?”
The once king opened his mouth, but then thought better of it and nodded his head.
“Good. Now for your boldness earlier I think a small demonstration is in order.”
She looked around the chamber and found the appropriate area.
“Move over there, stand against the wall and we shall begin.”

Hoggle lifted his crude spade and turned some soil. As he worked he became aware of a change.
He stood taller and his leg had stopped hurting. Joints softened and his fear was gone. Some unknown strength warmed his being.
As he looked around him it felt as if the hedges breathed in and flushed a fresher green. The Labyrinth changed, it was a subtle change but Hoggle noticed it.

The shadows moved as the candle's flame flickered. The sound of strained breathing echoed in the barren room. Furthest from the warming light of the candle was a pale thin man. Two green knarred hands grasping each wrist above his head held him up, the Hands looked as if they had grown from the wall itself.
His head hung down in a defeated posture sweat making his hair stick to his brow.

Naked to the waist his pale torso displayed very faint pink lines that criss-crossed the exposed flesh. He wore a pair of grey breaches that covered but didn't conceal and his arousal was evident.
His chest shuddered as he breathed deeply and raised his head.
His wild eyes looked pleadingly to the woman in dark dress and white shirt.
"Sarah," his voice weak and pleading. No one before had seen this man so helpless.

"Well my king, if you are rested enough to speak I think it is time to continue." and the tall brunette walks forward holding a black paddle.

She had tormented him with the cane and her body. After sending a stinging mark across his chest she would caress him and tantalize him until the tingle had become a distant memory replaced by the tightness in his groin.
Then the vicious rod would whistle through the air and bring his attention away from her body to the fire on his skin.

She didn’t speak to him; she didn’t even look into his face, though he dutifully kept his on her.

Jareth had been correct about the return of the storm. She was fire and ice, full of power and vengeance. He blows and taunts soon undid him and he eventually cried out and fell forward. Overwhelmed by the contrasting pleasure and pain he let his restraints take his weight as he collapsed. It was then that Sarah steeped back and let him recover.

Now she was back with her body tormenting him in silk and satin. Her hands holing another callous tool.

Sarah lifted his face and ran her thumb over his bottom lip.
“You lasted for a long time my king. It seems you have deep reserves. I like that.” The pad of her thumb pulled his bottom lip out into a forced pout. “Hearing you call out like that gave me quite a thrill.” She purred. She removed her hand from his face as she pressed into him.
As her breasts touched the welts he grimaced and set his mouth in a tight line. Her lips touched his ear and her husky voice caressed him.
“I almost came when you collapsed.” She confided. “Your voice was so rough with desire and pain. It made me so hot.”

He could feel the tip of her tongue touch his ear as she wet her lips, “I’m so wet right now Jareth, and you took your punishment so well I’m going to reward you.”
She stepped back and the hands released Jareth.

Exhausted he fell to his knees and stayed there panting. Sarah returned to the candle and stood in front of a low bench.
“Now my king. Time to claim your reward.” Sarah slipped a pair of black lace panties down her thighs with a single hand and let them fall to the floor.
The musk of her arousal flooded the hidden room and brought the king’s awareness back to the woman in front of him.

She stood legs apart open and taunting, pulling him away from his fatigue. “Crawl to me and pleasure me.” She ordered and sat down.

Jareth did as he was bidden and crawled forward on his hands and knees, moving slowly trying to protect his wounded chest as much as seducing her.
Every time he moved his hands he rolled his shoulders. He knees pushed up his backside arching his back.
Sarah noticed the performance and sat back with a smile. “Yes my pet. Come here and make me purr.”
When he was closer she stopped him with a pointed heal to his shoulder.

“Now with your years of experience I am sure you know how to please a lady.” She moved her foot to rub his chin with a shiny toe. “You also know not to rush in.”

Jareth kept his eyes locked on hers and kissed the top of her shoe. He had played this game before. He did know how to please a lady. Pleasing a mistress was slightly different but he would bet he knew a woman’s body better than Sarah expected.

Ignoring the brands of fire on his chest and the ache in his groin he put his attention to the task at hand.

He shifted his weight to his knees and moved his hand along her ankle, taking the weight of her leg in his palm. Still keeping his eyes on her face he ran his tongue over the top of her shod ald along the edge of her skin. His thumb kept smoothing the hollow of her ankle as his mouth alternated between black leather and pale flesh.

Sarah sighed and broke eye contact. She tilted her head back and parted her lips. She closed her eyes trying to force her senses to focus solely on the mouth and tongue on her foot.

Jareth took his signal and worked his mouth higher up her leg. As his kisses moved up he braced her leg on his shoulder.
He then took a chance and gently bit the back of her knee and then mouthed over the mark. Sarah shuddered confirmation of his belief that she enjoyed rougher treatment.

He planted moist kisses along the inside of her thigh and gently blew on the moisture sending jolts of cold up her body replaced by burning desire deep in her core.

Jareth place a warm thumb in the hollow where thigh meets torso and applied a tiny amount of pressure causing Sarah to thrust herself towards him with a whimper.
He didn’t respond to her, but kept his thumb in place as he nuzzled her thigh.

She smelt of musk and cinnamon, vanilla and desire. He continued to breathe n her scent while his mouth and hands explored her.
He could see her glistening in the candlelight, her nether lips swollen and inviting. He removed his thumb from the pressure point and brushed it against her tiny bud.

“SHIT!” Sarah called sitting upright and pulling her body away in surprise. Her eyes were wide and she seemed lost and drunk in desire.
But when her eyes landed on his face she relaxed and exd hed herself again, Her expression lost its wonder and she was mistress again.
She smiled her cold predatory smile and nodded her head.

Jareth returned to his task of pleasuring her. He had been correct that he knew her body better than she did. She had probably not had such and attentive partner before. But he needed her to relax again for his work to be complete.
He lowered her leg to the floor and lifted the other one.

Again he started by kissing both the shoe and foot while holding her gaze with his own. Smokey desire ran over his face with a smugness of a man who knows he is pleasing a woman and she will soon be ready for him.

Sarah held his gaze this time and watched him. She even rolled her foot once or twice to get his mouth in a spot that better suited her.

This time it was Jareth who broke eye contact, and returned his attention to her leg. His was smugness gone; he had lost the element of surprise.
He planted butterfly kisses along her calf and nipped at her tender skin. He caressed her limb with his tongue, worshiping it.

As he got to her knee he again chanced a look to her face. He found she was still watching him with a small-amused smile and a commanding look in her eyes.

She was taunting him, daring him to surprise her again. Though aroused she wouldn’t relax and let him have so much control again.

Jareth felt the noose of her control tighten around him again. He was at a complete loss; he had never encountered a woman like Sarah before. She was truly the master here and he nothing more than her servant.
He lowered his eyes and mouthed his way up her leg dispassionately.

“Aww, my pet.” Sarah leaned forward and lifted his chin. She brought her face close to his and lowered her leg. “You ARE pleasing me my pet, your devotion is touching.”
Her lips brushed against his brow as she spoke. “You are mine now, never forget it.” She removed her fingers from his jaw to brush away his hair in a maternal gesture completely contrary to the words she was speaking “It won’t be a bad place to be I can promise that.” And she pulled away.

She sat back and opened herself to him “Now please me further my pet.”
He lowered his eyes, shamed by being spoken to as if her were a child. But he had given himself to her. Duty bound and the scent of her so close to his face flooded him soon all he could think of was pleasing her.

He uhis his fingers to open her further, exposing her tender nub to the candlelight. It stood proud and flushed.
Using the tip of his tongue he traced the folds around her, teasing and arousing. As his mouth working on her he felt Sarah relax again.
He hip slid further towards his face and her hands snaked into his hair.
He took his hands away and pulled her nub into his mouth. As he suckled gently on it he move his chin to apply pressure on a secret pressure point.

Sarah gasped and hand pulled at fine blonde hair.

He pulled away and licked her forcefully. Using his thumb he covered her opening and continued to tease her with his mouth; occasionally dipping into her moist depths.

Sarah’s nerves were on fire. She was no longer aware of anything but the feeling of lips and tongue, teeth, and his thumb. Her hands pulled and released his hair as he forced his face into her groin and pulled him away.

A pressure started to build just under the surface that took her limited control away. Sarah writhed and moaned and panted while Jareth worked two fingers deep insider her. Turning them and then pulling out while his tongue and teeth pulled her closer and closer to climax.

Suddenly the dam released and the pressure exploded over and within Sarah.
She screamed in release and collapsed on the bench spent.

The sky lit up in a molten blaze and returned to the subdued twilight as a new monarch was crowned.