A/N: i liked how this chapter turned out, i think the 1st chapter needed some more work tho, but whatever i don't feel like changeing it. hope u like this one :) next chapter will by up faster i promaise.


Jace sat up suddenly, panting. There was no light seeping through the curtains yet, but it was nearing dawn. He glanced over at Clary sleeping peacefully beside him. Jace slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her.

Jace was still naked and sticky from the night before, but didn't feel like taking a shower. He slid into some jeans and went out to sit on the deck.

The air was cold, but comforting. The birds had started to chirp in the distance and the sky was turning a purple-orange color.

Jace sat with his head in his hands. He thought over the events from the night before and pain tightened around his chest. He thought about how he had gripped her, that surely she'd have bruises. Multiple bruises the size of his hand…

Jace punched the stone wall next to him with full force. He heard some cracks but didn't pay any attention if they were from his hand or the wall. He was too angry at himself to care at the moment.

He sat back down and breathed heavily, now noticing the sharp tingles of pain shooting up his arm. Jace looked down at his broken hand, blood trickling onto his jeans.

"Fuck" he swore and went back inside to bandage himself up, refusing to use a healing rune.

Jace walked into the bathroom to look for some gauze. He ignored the mess of clothes and wrapped the bandage around his hand tightly.

After finding some ice and sitting down at the kitchen table, he heard someone stirring in the other room.

"Jace?" Clary called out as she wrapped herself in the blanket and walked out of the bedroom in search of Jace.

"In here." He replied, quickly putting his usual stone look on his face.

Jace watched as Clary walked into the room in just the blanket from the bed. He smiled at her but it didn't reach his eyes, she returned the smile and sat across from him.

"Morning love."

"Morning." Clary went to put her free hand on top of his but he pulled away. She glanced at his bandaged hand and gasped. "What the hell did you do to your hand?"

"Broke it" Jace replied simply, gazing out the window, not meeting her eyes.

"God Jace, how?"

"Hit the wall"

"What the fuck did you do that for??"

Jace shrugged and changed the subject. "You ok?"

Clary looked confused, she knew it, but Jace didn't look at her when she didn't answer right away. After a minute or so she replied. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know, shouldn't I be?"

"I mean physically."

"Yea, I guess so." Clary was still confused as to why she was being asked this but went along with it anyway.

"I didn't hurt you last night, did I?"

"No. I'm fine."

Jace looked at her then, the bruise on her face still slightly visible. Clary saw pain in his eyes as he looked at her.

"I'm fine, really."

"Don't' lie to me."

"I'm not lying." She said with finality.

"Prove it then. Prove that you're fine, that I didn't hurt you." He looked at her with anger and hurt mixed together, but Clary couldn't tell if the anger was towards her or himself. "Stand up and let the blanket fall."

"But Jace-"

"Clary, for god's sake, just do it." Anger showed on his face. Clary hesitated, and then obeyed. She stood and let the blanket fall to the ground.

Clary stood naked in front of him as he let his gaze drift from her eyes to the small bruises on her breasts, where he had marked her as his several times. Jace then continued on to her stomach and hips. He saw there two equally large, hand shaped bruises on both sides of her smooth, flawless hips. Well not so flawless anymore...He thought inwardly. Jace softly placed his uninjured hand on her hip, the bruise matching almost perfectly. He sighed sadly as he gently turned her to look at her back, which held some small scratches.

Jace said nothing as he picked up the blanket and wrapped it back around her.

"See, I'm fine" Clary said softly.

"Don't say your fine when you're not." Jace said emotionlessly.

"Jace-"Jace cut her off by slamming her against the wall firmly.

"God Clary, why can't you just admit that I fucking hurt you instead of fucking lying about it to make me happy! I know I fucking hurt you and I didn't mean to do shit to you but I did. I won't ever fucking forgive myself for hurting you and telling me your fine won't fucking change things." Jace hissed at her, trying to control himself.

Clary had tears silently running down her face as she stared in shock at Jace. Jace's eyes had gone black with a mix of anger and hatred. She had never seen him this angry towards her.

Jace let her go and Clary could tell that she'd have bruises on her upper arms later. He turned and walked out of the room without a word.

In the distance Clary heard the bedroom door close and lock.

Clary sat at the table with her elbows propped on the table and her head in her hands.


After what seemed like forever, but turned out to be about half an hour, Clary made herself some coffee and waffles. She decided to make some for Jace to, figuring he might be hungry. Still wrapped in her blanket, she walked down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door.

"Uh, Jace? I brought you some coffee and waffles."

"Go away" His reply was muffled by the door but easily heard.

"Could you open the door please? I need some clothes." After about 2 minutes the door opened slightly and Jace handed her clothes and took the offered breakfast, never really looking at her.

He mumbled some sort of thanks but Clary couldn't understand it. As Clary turned to go, Jace grabbed her wrist loosely. Clary turned back to face him, his eyes told of pain and hurt. Clary was about to say something when Jace let go and quickly closed and locked the door again.

She sighed and went to go change in the bathroom. As she got dressed, she realized what Jace had given her and she blushed immensely. He had given her a lace pushup and matching panties, thin white v-neck and blue/black mini skirt...Oh Jace, you naughty boy. Clary laughed out loud, hopping now that Jace got over himself soon.


Jace sat on the end of the bed silently, calming himself down by drawing a healing rune on the back of his hand and feeling the burn of it. After about 5 minutes, he took the bandages off his hand and stretched it.

Being away from Clary, not being able to touch her as Jace wanted to made his mind wander.

He thought about the clothes he had given her, how hot she would look in them. He thought about bending her over a chair, removing those lace panties and slowly licking her sweet center. Then lying on the kitchen table as her head bobs up and down on his length rip, sending ripples through him.

Jace shock himself out of his daydream, growing hard. He groaned and went to go find Clary.

"Clary." He called out

"In the kitchen." She replied calmly.

Jace stepped in the kitchen to find Clary bent over the sink.

"Um…Whatcha doing?" He asked distantly, distracted by the sight.

"Cleaning."

"You want any, Uh, help?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Yea, you sure are." He said to himself softly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Okay."

Jace sat down in one of the chairs gazing at her firm ass, thinking about the things he could do to that wonderful ass.

Jace groaned. "Clary I'm bored."

Clary turned towards him, which made things worse for him. Her shirt was wet and he couldn't help himself. "Well, whatcha wanna do?"

Bitch, I know exactly what I wanna do. "I don't know. Entertain me." Oh yes entertain me.

She giggled and went over to him, now noticing his huge bulge. Clary sat on his lap, facing him and whispered in his ear. "You have been a bad boy Jace Wayland. You need to be punished."

"And what will be my punishment, Mistress?"

Almost inaudibly, Clary breathes in his ear. "Your punishment will be…torture."


A/N: haha cliffhanger!

Sorry this took so long to update, couldn't think of how to write it.

Reviews would be nice 

Next chapter VERY SOON!! **I PROMAISE**