Lapse of Concetration

"Just fear me, love me - do as I say, and I will be your slave..."

There was so much feeling in his eyes. But suddenly I knew it was time. To say the words. To finish it for once and for all. But what was that last line...?

I didn't have time to remember.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, a hand reached out for me. The offered crystal fell to the floor and smashed into a million pieces, forgotten. I was too shocked to turn away, to stop him.

He pulled me to him, and when he looked into my eyes like I was his world, my doubts receded into nothing. This could be a ploy... To make me forget - to stop me from saying the words. But I was shaking, and my body just refused to take notice of my qualms. It fell into his arms as soon as he reached out to me, and I looked up. He lowered

his lips. He crushed me to him in that moment, pressing lips that were softer than I could have ever imagined to mine, teasing me with his tongue, pushing it deep inside my mouth as he held me tight against every part of him. I'd never felt anything like this before. It was amazing.

I didn't say anything, even as he lowered me to the floor. I was nervous, but I didn't seem able to stop him. He smiled enigmatically as he brushed a few strands of hair from my face, slowly beginning to undo each button of my shirt, slipping that off along with my waistcoat. I didn't hear the clock as it sounded, then, didn't count how many chimes there were. His expression was emotionless as he put his lips gently to the skin just above my cotton bra, at the top of my breast. I held onto him fast, my arms tight around his neck, my mind numbed, but very alive with a whole new kind of emotion. Agonisingly slowly, he pulled down the material of my bra on one breast, his head dipped down, his hot breath over my nipple, making me tingle all over, a tiny moan escaping my lips. Him staring up at me, I gasped as his tongue flickered out over a tight nipple, before covering me with his whole mouth, his soft lips sucking my nipple gently. I moaned and arched into him. But then, rather unexpectedly, he bit down on me, a little too hard, and I gasped, this time in a little pain. He laughed quietly and quickly soothed it with a warm tongue, making me forget my pain, as his long fingers made their way down my stomach, and over the denim of my jeans. His hand was between my legs, then, and he started to stroke me through the denim, his mouth still on my breast. He reached underneath me, and unclipped my bra, pulling it completely off before moving his mouth to my other breast. I groaned and pulled his lips up to mine, kissing him in a way I'd never kissed anyone before.

His hand still moved between my legs, and the pressure of his fingers was getting harder. All of a sudden he wrenched open my button and zipper, slipping his hand inside, underneath my underwear. I cried out at the feeling of his gloved hands inside me, one finger softly stroking me in a place that was pretty new to me. I couldn't understand how he'd found one place on me that felt so good. Just a tiny spot - not inside me, but oh...

I could see him smiling, but it wasn't really very warm. His eyes were dark, full of lust, and maybe something else. I moved my hand shakily down to where he was touching me, and lifted his hand up, reaching to pull off his soft glove. He looked at me, seeming amused, and let me take it off. I gave him what I hoped was a meaningful gaze. He understood, and his hand was back between my legs, one finger deep inside me... then two. He put another inside me then, moving them in and out. It hurt a bit, but the feeling of his thumb rubbing against that other place cancelled any pain out completely.

Then he pulled away. For a moment I couldn't understand why, but then I saw him lower himself over me, pulling my jeans down to my ankles.

I blushed furiously, but he laughed again and kissed my stomach, his hands resting on my thighs, one gloved, one not. I could feel his hair brushing against my thighs and stomach as he started to kiss the inside of my leg. I knew what he was going to do, and it scared me. But I wanted it so much I couldn't stop him. I just wanted to know what it would be like...

I moaned. For the very first time, I said his name. Jesus, I had no idea...

He ran his tongue against me, between my legs, not going inside, but just softly, then he did the same again, harder, his tongue slicking over that wonderful little bit of me I had known so little about before... Then, all of a sudden, his tongue went inside me, going deeper as I found myself unable to stop from arching right into his mouth, which now covered me completely. He sucked me gently, his tongue moving in and out with what could only be called an amazing amount of skill. I felt something rising up in me, all this pleasure started to bubble up and it was threatening to send me over the edge.

God, this had never happened to me before... I groaned, arching even harder into him, as he refused to stop.

Then, as I felt like I was about to scream out, he withdrew, his face suddenly right above mine, his body over me. I felt his erection against me as he grabbed me by the hair and kissed me hard, violently, biting my lip, then running his tongue over it. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I didn't know if I liked it or not... I noticed a
glittering red liquid on his tongue then, and realised with shock that he must have drawn blood. He smiled in a way I wasn't sure I liked, but I didn't have time to think about it, because then he held my waist tightly, and kissed me again before he slammed inside me, not seeming to care that it would probably hurt. And it did hurt. God, it hurt.

But then, I seemed to pick up his rhythm, and I started to notice how nice it was. Not straight away, but he just kept moving in and out of me, first slowly, then getting quicker, and going deeper as he seemed to lose control over it. One hand kept hold of my waist, and the other moved between my legs, touching that amazing place again as he slammed in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, knowing that the feeling that had started before was coming again, as his fingers stroked me, him moving in and out of me faster and deeper than before.

I could feel that perspiration beaded my forehead as I started to moan, my eyes closing. My moans got loader and I saw him trying to hold back, biting his lip as he crashed into me again. Then, all of a sudden, I felt the most fantastic thing, and I cried out loudly, saying his name again and again. I tightened around him and felt something warm inside me as he called out with me.

I lay back, breathing heavily.

"Jareth." I whispered.

His grip loosened on me.

"Sarah." he said. His voice sounded... not loving, warm... But amused.

He stood up, and all at once I saw that he was once more dressed in gray tights and black boots, a pale coloured shirt and a leather jacket with some sort of sweeping cloak at the back. He held a hand out to me. They were cold hands, covered once more in black leather. His face had regained colour, and he looked powerful again.

I nervously pulled up my underwear and jeans, zipping them up quickly as I stood, grabbing my shirt and holding it over my breasts. I suddenly felt very small.

Then the most terrible thing happened.

He laughed.

I wanted desperately to cry. But he seemed to be having a brilliant time. His beautiful mismatched eyes bore into mine cruelly.

"Oh no." I said, very quietly.

"What's wrong Sarah?" he asked, a certain maliciousness in his voice. "Lapse of concentration?" he smiled wickedly, one eyebrow arched. Then his expression fell. He almost looked... bored.

"Go home, Sarah."

"But what about..." I meant Toby, and he knew it.

"Too late. You know that." He said, emotionless and cold.

He ran a leather-clad hand rather roughly down the side of my face and produced a glittering crystal. Throwing it into the air, and smiling into my eyes evilly, he vanished. I was back in my house.

I started to cry.
 

-Fin-

(So I'm an evil bitch. Sue me! Heh heh...)