Hey again! ToLazyToLogin1 - yes I know I have a dirty mind... I'm kind of okay with it XD Okay here is a Jonabelle for you guys, I hope you enjoy it ;)
All characters belong to our queen Cassandra Clare
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Isabelle stared at the white haired boy opposite her with cool, glazed over eyes. He returned her look with an equal amount of coldness, black eyes meeting black eyes, the distance between them making the cold of the empty room even chillier, tingling shivers kept running up and down Isabelle's spine.
"Why did you bring me here?" She said at last, her voice was strong and didn't waver once, so at least he wouldn't be able to tell that he was making her scared, making her uncomfortable. Obviously he knew she hated him, he had killed her little brother after all, it was all she could do to restrain herself from trying to kill him right then.
Sebastian stepped closer to her and she flinched, but didn't back away from him, she wouldn't let himself see her fear and find pleasure in it. Having him touching her when he had dragged her from the Brooklyn streets had been bad enough though, so him being so close to her was making her breaths catch and her knees knock slightly, though she willed them to stop as hard as she could.
He lifted his hand and made as if to tug at the strap of her dress, but when she jerked her head so that her hair fell to cover the exposed skin he put his arm back by his side.
"I always liked you the best, Isabelle." He said, speaking properly for the first time. His voice was deep and his posh accent made him sound almost British, an accent that always seemed so seductive to Izzy. "I truly am sorry I had to kill your baby brother."
Losing her cool, Isabelle's eyes darkened and she snapped, "Don't you dare mention him, you bastard."
"Oh, I didn't mean to upset you." The silver boy's eyes glittered in the dim light, and he lifted his fingers to stroke the sharp bones of Isabelle's face. She flinched away again but that didn't stop him, as his fingers explored the angles of her face her breaths quickened and she wanted to run away but her legs wouldn't let her, and she had to know what he wanted.
Ignoring him as best she could, she asked again, "Why am I here, Sebastian?"
Moving his hand from her face, he trailed it down to her arm, and he used one finger to trace lines up and down her arm, making the hairs there stand on end.
"You are going to be my trade."
"Trade for what?' She demanded, but her vow to keep calm once again slipped, her voice shook with nerves.
"Trade for Clarissa. They care more about you, you're a Lightwood. They'll give her to me in exchange for you easily."
Isabelle's eyes widened, there was no way Jace and Simon would let that happen and if they didn't trade Clary for her... what would he do to her then? Kill her?
Sebastian's finger was still gently tickling her arm.
"To be honest, you'd probably be a lot more fun than Clary." Sebastian continued, stepping so close to her she could feel his hot breath on her neck. "You'd make a great pet."
Shaking even more, Isabelle shook her head just slightly, "Sebastian, please-"
Her words were cut off, suddenly Sebastian's lips were brushing at the skin of her neck, and then they were soft against her lips and he was a good kisser so she lost herself in it, gasping for air as their lips danced with one another, unable to push him away. Truthfully when she had still thought he was Sebastian Verlac she had always wondered what it would be like to fuck him.
"I'm not going to tell them where you are just yet," Sebastian said against her cheek, his breaths sounded heavy in her ear and his hands were gripping her arms a lot quicker. "I'm going to let them run wild for tonight. You and me can be even more wild, though."
If he was anyone else Isabelle would have been scoffing at the bad pickup line but she was frightened of him, even though she thought he was sexy.
"Sebastian, I hate you." She said, and he shook his head.
"You still want to feel my cock in between your thighs." His voice was husky and he was saying it like it was a 100% proven fact. "You still want to feel my lips on every part of your bare body." He had ducked his head and was now running his lips along her chest, she was wearing a low cut dress which exposed her cleavage and he had his tongue poking out a tiny bit between his lips , and Isabelle gasped, shocked at how good it felt. "You still want me to fuck you senseless until you don't even remember what your name is."
"I don't want to have sex with you." She said but the words came out a weak whimper, his hand had crept up the skirt of her dress and was rubbing at her clit beneath her lace underwear. "You killed my brother."
"I could do a lot worse to you," he told her, his lips still against her breasts. "I could torture you, I could abuse you, I could kill you..."
"Rape is abuse." Isabelle mumbled, already his fingers were driving her mind out of control.
"It's not rape if you want it too."
"I don't want it." But she betrayed herself, she let out another whimper of pleasure as he inserted a second finger to her clit. "I don't..."
Still working his fingers inside of her, Sebastian started to walk, guiding her backwards. Isabelle hadn't been able to see enough to work out what was in the room but he placed her roughly down on something that could only have been a bed, yet he still kept the lights very dim so she could only see the silver of his hair and the black glitter of his eyes.
"Tell me you don't want it without moaning out in delight." Sebastian told her, his fingers dancing about inside of her causing a wondrous ecstasy inside of her.
That's not fair, Isabelle thought to herself, but she didn't even want him to stop, not anymore, for him to stop would be a great torture to her, she needed him to be inside of her immediately now that he had started.
"I…" She began, but then she actually purred like a cat, he was so good at it it was going to make her mad. "I need you inside of me." She choked the words out against her will, she didn't want him to know how good it felt but if she didn't say it, he'd probably never do it just to make her go crazy out of her mind.
"That's what i thought." He sounded smug and relieved as he pulled his fingers out of her, they were still wet, just his fingers had made her squirt and she couldn't wait to find out what his cock could do. She wriggled her dress over her head as Sebastian pulled down his pants, and she didn't get a chance to see it, he was immediately back on top of her. As he entered her slowly she moaned constantly, her hands gripped on to his back, clawing down the skin, and she knew it would leave scratches marked there. He was definitely big, it hurt a little as he went further inside of her than anything else had ever been, but her moans of pain didn't stop him in the slightest. He sped up, and then he was hammering into her so hard that his balls were slapping her ass loudly, only it could be barely heard over her overwhelming shrieks.
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes…" She repeated over and over, her voice getting so loud that they probably heard her in Canada.
He gave no warning before he came inside of her, and he grunted in relief. He pulled out of her and Isabelle thought he was about to curl his body around hers, but he wasn't going to let her rest that quickly. He knelt on the bed and pulled her up roughly.
"You're a hot mess." He said softly, but then all softness gone he tangled his hand into her hair and yanked her head forwards.
"Suck it," he ordered and she did not even protest, her thick lips were around his cock in less than a second. The sound of her choking on his cock was so pleasing to his ears, and the small cries of pain that were muffled by dick too, whenever she cried out in pain he just grabbed her hair tighter, moved her head faster. He came again, again without warning, and didn't even pull out of her to give her room, she had to swallow it with his manhood still deepthroating her.
"Good girl, Isabelle." He crooned, and he eventually let her rest for a little bit. She was pretty sure she had somehow gotten cum in her hair and she was naked, but she didn't care. Even though she was tired she didn't sleep, she just lay there tangled in the sheets and waited until Sebastian was ready to go again. Maybe this would be a very easy imprisonment after all.