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Is it already too late?	By : insensitive Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Sorry for the late upload.. My cousin (who is younger than me) suddenly died and it came as a big shock or blow to my family. Thus, I was not able to "creative" for this story.. But nevertheless, please forgive me for this short chapter.. I promise that more chapters would come your way.. Again, please read and review!
Thank you to my wonderful beta TheMightJagrafess.. Much love and support to you dearie! =)
Thank you also to the reviews and the time you spent in reading my story..
As usual, I do not own the Labyrinth and David Bowie (waah!)

Chapter 7: Submission
She walked with confidence through the door, six years of pining after this enchanting Fae and thinking of all the what-ifs gave her the courage for what was expected to happen tonight. She knew that this may be her last chance, no, the only chance, of being physically intimate with the guy she loved. Admittedly, she was a traditionalist; her belief in life is to get married to a guy first prior to having sex. But for this one instance, she is willing to ignore her morals so that she could feel and possibly enjoy the act before she would die. From her observations and assessments, Jareth was a sensual being. No one in their right mind would wear those tight breeches without the confidence of being endowed or fully equipped with something all the women would lust for. He lived for centuries before her, which meant that he had a lot of time to practice and master the art of lovemaking and pleasure. Numerous invitations were laid out before him, professing their love, desire, lust, marriage or just a one-night offer to be in his bed. It proves that almost all of the Fae women are salivating for him. Hell, even married women sent some suggestive proposals.
Even though she was still a virgin, it didn't mean that she was a prude. She's dated some boys in high school and college that naturally ended up in make-out sessions in empty parking lots and cheap theater seats. Holding her head up high, she locked her eyes to the sex god in front of her. The mismatched eyes that glinted in the firelight that seemed to be igniting her whole body on fire. She walked slowly, her hips swaying to the natural beat when one feels confident and sexy giving her leather outfit justice. Never once faltering in her step, she held his gaze as if daring him to look her in the eye and never stray downwards to the rest of her body.
In front of him stood the most heavenly creature he ever laid his eyes upon. Oh how he loved her defiance! He knew that underneath all that sense of bravado, she was scared of what he would do to her. 'She should be' he mused. He stood up and walked towards her, running his hands through her silky brown locks, he grasped them at the back of her neck and pushed it down so Sarah knelt in front of him. Looking down, he still saw the defiant glare in her eyes. "Still so defiant precious.. Let's see if you still look like that when I'm through with you.."
She doesn't know if kneeling in front of him should scare her or excite her further. Direct in her line of sight was his brown breeches that does nothing to cover his manhood. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as her throat seems to go dry. 'Damn he's huge! I bet no human guy would compare to this! A slight pain throbbed at the back of her head where Jareth still clutched some of her hair and the moment he said the words about her defiance and the threat about it after he's done with his plans for tonight gave her all the more reason to shiver and close her eyes.
Jareth left her for a little while as he released her head and he quickly shed his poet's shirt and let it fall to the ground. "Be on all fours slave"
She glanced up into his face and seeing Jareth's hard stare made her push herself down and complied. Slowly he approached and circled her, scrutinizing the only girl who had bested his Labyrinth. The only living thing that sparked his interest and constantly raised his ire. He noted her squared shoulders, her skin that was flawless, smooth and white. Six years ago, a girl stood and defied his commands but now a woman cowered under his rule. Yes she is a woman now, as he noticed the heavy flesh of her breasts dangling as the leather bra couldn't contain it properly as most of the flesh seems to be spilling from the cups. His gaze trailed to her slim waist up to the rise of her hips that showcased her round and firm buttocks. Slender and smooth thighs and legs followed up to her small ankles. With one flick of his wrist, his leather crop appeared and tapped it slowly on his thigh. He needed to divert his attention, since the sight before him was taking such a toll on his self-control.
"This is going to be my last instructions for the night slave." The word seems to roll off his mouth naturally when it came to Sarah. He smirked, relishing the feeling of having power over this woman before him. It strengthens him to know those words she'd said to him as a sign of her refusal six years ago were not entirely true. "You will only address me as Sire and answer any question I may direct at you truthfully. I want you to be submissive and compliant to everything that I may say or do. Do you understand?"
Submissive? Are you fucking kidding me? Sarah's mind retorted at his last instructions. No matter how scared she was or how her heart seems to leap out of her chest, she knew that she doesn't have any other choice on the matter. She was his slave, and by all accounts he owned her body and soul. If he desired to steal her virtue then by all means he could have it, it was his power to take it anyway. Eyes still closed, she sighed, "Yes Sire"
He tilted her head back and she met his smirking gaze with a defiant one of her own. Maybe two could play at this game she thought. A cruel smile appeared on his lips then and a black silk scarf materialized in his hand. He held both of the ends up and draped them over her eyes securing it tightly at the back of her head. Another silk scarf was conjured by Jareth and this time he secured it on her mouth to serve as a gag. He tapped the flap of his riding crop on her forehead, and then dragged it down to the rise of her nose and chin. He let the flap linger on her throat and gently traced it down to the deep valley between her breasts inserting it there. Slowly withdrawing it and tracing the curves of her breast, he flicked the flap and tapped it suddenly on her left nipple.
Goosebumps rose on her arms on the erotic way Jareth maneuvers his riding crop on her skin. The moment he tapped her nipple, a jolt of pleasure shot to her abdomen and she couldn't help but elicit a strangled moan.
"Do you like it?" Immediately, he tapped the same mound thrice and gave the other the same attention.
Sarah couldn't help it but squirm on her position. A pool of wetness made her aware of how aroused she was with just this simple action from Jareth. It was scary that this small action made her achieve this level of arousal and he wasn't yet in her!
Jareth suddenly moved to her backside. Once again he traced the flap of the crop on her spine up to her butt. He slipped it on the crack and rested it directly on her womanhood; a masked scent of her arousal permeated his senses. Just a small act and yet she responded this much to him, now who has power over who?
"You're already wet Sarah.."
She felt a slight pressure on her core and a moan escaped her gagged mouth.

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