He grabbed my thighs and pulled my shorts down slowly, his eyes catching at the decorative panties I had decided to wear, just in case. He sat back on his feet, and stared at me. Just stared. I used the opportunity to sit up, freeing myself from the tangle of sheets he had me in.

"Clary, I have an idea," He said. His ideas always sparked my interest, whether they were good ones or bad ones. I wasn't sure if the rule about not making any noise was still going, so I just raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. He leaned close and whispered, "I'll be your master."

My eyes got wide in response. I knew there were electrum whips in the closet, and I a rune flashed in front of my eyes, one that de-activated the runes covering it. "I've got it!" I shouted, and ran for the closet. Jace got up to grab me, but I beat him there. I yanked a whip down from the shelf and smiled.

"Clary," he said, looking confused, "We can't-"

"Give me your stele," I cut him off. He didn't hesitate. He handed me the long slender stele without hesitation. I moved it over the handle of the whip, making a rune that was never before seen. I smiled at the finished product. The runes placed on the whip for demon-slaying burned a bright white, then faded to where they were barely visible.

"Now we can," I said, wiggling my eyebrows, and throwing it back over my shoulder. "You're always in control. Now? It's my turn."

He caught his breath, and I pushed him down on the bed. I jumped up, landing on the bed on my feet, and standing over him. "Tonight, you're mine."

I drew the whip back, and slung it down, hearing the pop on his tan skin. A red welp showed up quickly, and he arched his back. A low groan escaped his lips, and it sent a shiver up my spine. I cracked the whip right above his head, and he chuckled.

I dropped down onto my knees above him. "Take off your pants," I demanded. He looked confused. "Do it. Now." I heard his pants hit the ground behind me. I let a low growl escape my lips, as I kissed his lips, his neck, his shoulder, his chest, his navel, letting my tongue travel down to the waistband of his boxers. I grabbed at those with my teeth, and slid them off carefully, throwing them to the side. I pulled my shirt up and over my head, revealing my bare chest, since I had virtually no boobs, and when I was at home, I often opted not to wear a bra.

He sucked in his breath. I struck his abdomen with the whip once again, and he cried out with more pleasure than pain. Weapons were his thing.I kissed him everywhere, wanting to have my lips on every inch of his taut body.

I tugged my panties off and struck him again with the whip, wanting to feel him arch himself. I positioned myself above his member and struck him again. This time, it slid into me, and I let out a moan that was more than pleasurefull. I struck him again, wanting this to keep going, but not wanting to actually hurt him. I struck him again, feeling him arch higher than before.

"I love you," I mumbled messily. He chuckled softly. "Bite me." I said quietly.

He gave me a look, confusion filling his face, "Are you sure?"

I nodded, letting him pull my arm down to him mouth and biting softly, leaving small marks up my arm. My pleasure centers were going insane, and I let out a loud moan. He laughed, and tried to roll me over, trying to pin me underneath him, but I fought back. I was going to stay on top. "Jace." I said, demanding that he stop, and he did. I bent down to his level and bit his neck, harder than I intended.

"Ooh!" he said, "I haven't felt that since the boat with Simon."

"Jace! You've got to be kidding me." I yelled. All of my pleasure centers shut down. "You wonder why I think we have problems."

I dropped the whip and stood up quickly. I pulled my tank top back over my head, slipped my shorts back on, and just stared at him. Naked and ready on our bed.

"Baby, at least come back and fix this."

"Nope. No finishing when you mention other guys during sex."

He groaned.

A knock came through the door, and we both jumped. I grabbed a pair of his ball shorts and a white t-shirt from the chair beside be, and threw them to him.

"Who is it?" I asked, moving closer to the door.

"Uh, Clary? Its Simon. You said you wanted me to come over."

I blushed a deep red, and I knew it. I turned around to see Jace, shorts and shirt on, but a look on his face that made me ashamed.

"Simon, I think you should go." Jace said, sternly.

"Okay, well uhm, Clary? Call me if you need me"

"I will, Simon, just go." I said. I knew I was in trouble. I sat in silence until I heard the front door shut behind Simon, then turned to face Jace.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be," he muttered, and walked through the bedroom door, slamming it behind him. A tear slid down my face, and I wasn't sure why. I didn't think I had done anything really wrong.

Again, I whispered, "I'm sorry." I knew he couldn't hear me, but it was the only thing I could think to say.