Three chapters in two days! I'm on a roll.

Aaaaaaaaand let's get to some kinky stuff XD

"Jonathan," Clary's voice came out as a soft whisper, high and panicked. "You're scaring me."

"Am I?" The demon asked with a mocking smile. She was trying to push against his chest to get away from him but the arm he had locked around her waist was tight and unforgiving. Frozen steel. "Well, you pissed me off, Clary. Forgive me if I seem a little cranky."

"It was just dancing," she insisted lamely, her voice wavering. The demon let out a slow breath and closed his eyes for just a moment. He seemed to be trying to calm himself down, undisturbed by her desperate struggling. God he was strong. It really wasn't fair. When his eyes opened again she went still, frozen by the dark roiling anger she found there.

"Dancing," he scoffed. "Right. There was also flirting and giggling like a school girl before that. Did you think I would just ignore it?"

"It didn't mean anything."

"I think it means you still don't want to admit that you're mine." He tilted his head, eyes shifted down along her body and back to her wide eyed stare. "So what shall we do to fix that?"

"Jonathan..." She started to shake her head but he suddenly stepped back, releasing her waist to close his fingers around her wrist instead.

"Come with me." He tugged her after him without waiting for her response and Clary stumbled to keep up. They moved across the living room to the couch and he tossed her unceremoniously down onto the cushions. Without a word he turned and disappeared down the hall. Clary swallowed, pushing herself off the couch as she heard him slamming through a drawer. When he reentered the living room he was holding a length of rope and her heart shot up into her throat.

"Keep that away from me." Her hands raised defensively as she stepped back around the couch to put it between them. Jonathan only raised an eyebrow and moved across the room to follow her.

"Don't make me chase you Clary." The rage he'd been lost to before seemed to have lessened but now it was replaced by a simmering look that didn't make her feel any better. She shook her head, eyeing the rope.

"Don't you dare," she snapped but the demon was ignoring her.

Jonathan paced her around the other side of the couch while she stumbled to keep it between them. After a moment he sighed and pitched forward. She had enough time to yelp before he vaulted over the back of the couch and caught her wrist. She cried out in alarm as she was bent over the back of the couch, her arms gathered up behind her. She struggled, trying to kick out at him, but he moved like water. He snaked her ankle with the toe of his boot, sweeping away her footing and trapping her in that awkward, bent position. In less than a minute her wrists were bound tightly behind her. His arm wrapped around her chest, lifting her back into a standing position while his free hand moved down to her jeans. She tried again to kick out and get away from him but she was locked against his chest. He tugged the button of her jeans loose, yanked down the zipper, and started to push them down her thighs.

"What are you...stop it! Jonathan stop!"

"Calm down," he murmured into her ear, pushing her jeans and underwear to gather at her knees. "You knew this was coming. Tit-for-tat, remember? Don't fret angel girl, I won't punish you too severely. Then we can move on to reminding you why I'm a better choice than some idiot waiter."

She cursed him as he bent her back over the couch, his hand clamping around the back of her neck. She heard the clink of his belt as he unbuckled it and thrashed under his steel grip.

"No! I don't want that. I'm sorry ok? I won't do it again. Just-"

"Oh, I know you won't," he laughed without humor. "Not after I'm through with you."

She heard the belt swish through the loops of his jeans and was just able to see it dangling beside her in his hand. She expected him to unbutton his own jeans, to take her right against the sofa, but he doubled the belt over instead and gave it an experimental swing. Her heart hammered in her chest at the realization that he wasn't about to fuck her. No, this was much worse.

"Don't you dare!" She cried furiously as he repositioned himself just to the left of her, keeping his grip on the back of her neck so she couldn't escape. The belt snapped in the air again, making her curse and flinch into the couch cushion.

"You have such pale skin Clary." His fingers trailed briefly over the swell of her backside and she flinched again at the sight of the leather belt he still gripped in his hand. "Let's see what we can do about that, hmm?"

The crack of the belt made her yelp before the pain even registered. Hot at first, and then that tingling warmth spread across her backside in a burst of pain. She sucked down a deep gasp, trying to twist her way off the couch, but there was no give. Jonathan took a slow breath inward and then the belt cracked down again. She shrieked, jerking against the back of the couch.

"Count them." Jonathan's voice was low and flat behind her. Void of compassion. She twisted her head to try and see him through the tangle of her wild, red hair and found him staring impassively down at her.

"Fuck you," she seethed and his eyebrows rose slightly. The belt cracked again and Clary let out a ragged cry.

"Count them Clary." She bit her lip, groaning into the cushions and she heard him sigh. "Would you like them to be harder?"

To emphasize this threat, the belt cracked again, only this time it stole her breath away. Her mouth flew open, her eyes squeezing shut as lights seemed to burst behind them. Her whole body trembled with the blow and if he hadn't been holding her down over the couch, she would have collapsed right onto the floor.

"No," she rasped finally and he arched a brow.

"No what?"

"Not harder," she gasped, flinching as she watched him raise the belt again.

"Well?" He prompted.

"Four," she breathed out harshly. "That was four."

"Good girl," he murmured and another crack split the apartment living room. She let out a desperate cry, her breath coming in quick, shallow drawls. Something in her abdomen twirled at the calm deepness of his voice. Something she didn't understand that spread the tingling sensation across her backside down the insides of her thighs. She wriggled until she heard him clear his throat and glanced back to find him still watching her. She sucked in a quick breath.

"Five."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his black eyes glinting dangerously as he watched her. Another crack. Another flash of pain that made her jerk and wriggle.

"Nnhh...Six!"

Another crack of the belt against her ass. Another flash that lingered longer than the others. She was getting sore, more sensitive. The pain throbbed against her skin, tingling down along her legs to make her tremble. Her stomach clenched, something strange settling inside of her. It wasn't pleasure, it couldn't be that, but it was something. Something she couldn't quite describe that made her skin flush with heat and her heart pound. It couldn't be pleasure because that made no sense.

"Jona...hnn...please."

"Clary," he countered in that deep, stoney voice. "Count."

"S-seven. It's...it's seven." She cried out at the next lash, her eyes squeezing closed again. "Eight. Fuck...mmnnh..." Her hips wouldn't stop shifting now. She couldn't keep still. She twitched and writhed against the couch as the blows continued to come in a steady rain, all the while doing her best to count them out. The world seemed to drift away. All that was left was the heat across her backside, spreading and pulsing along her inner thighs. It made her thoughts swirl into senselessness, her words faulter and crumble on her lips. She didn't know why she was making the sounds that came from her now, mewling, desperate gasps and whimpers, but she couldn't stop those either.

"Fif...hhuuh god! Fifteen!" She pulled in another ragged breath, bracing for the next blow, but she heard the belt buckle clink instead. Her eyes popped open just as Jonathan folded it over the back of the couch beside her. Her body slumped into the cushions, her breath rushing out in a thankful groan. For a moment, she simply breathed, blinking through her tears until the warmth of Jonathan's hand spread over her ass. She flinched at the contact, too sore not to. He let out a slow breath and a small smile quirked the corner of his lips.

"You're all red," he murmured. She didn't know how to respond, didn't want to excite him into continuing the assault. Instead she sucked down a breath and watched him through her hair as best she could, twitching and shifting as he brushed his fingers across the welts he'd created, his black eyes glittering in awe. Then those long, slender fingers slid down along the swell of her backside, down between her legs and she let out a soft yelp. He ran his finger along her slit and chuckled low and soft when she whimpered at the realization that she was wet. Jonathan bent down over her, slowly stroking her as his breath warmed her ear.

"What is this, Clary?" He teased her with his fingers, briefly brushing her clit before his finger curled to slip inside of her without resistance. "You're not supposed to enjoy your punishment quite so much." He nipped the cusp of her ear and it made her shiver involuntarily. "Naughty girl."

He stood suddenly, taking hold of her upper arms to lift her back up straight and turn her around. She couldn't look him in the eyes, but he didn't seem to mind. He was smiling to himself in a dark way that made her nervous, and when he suddenly scooped her up into his arms she yelped softly in surprise but didn't resist. Clary was carried back around the couch. Jonathan sat down in the center of the cushions, shuffling her across his lap and reached into his front pocket to retrieve something small and brightly colored. She stared at it in confusion a moment before turning her questioning eyes back to him.

"What is that?" Her voice was soft, she couldn't quite make it stronger. Jonathan grinned and adjusted her legs so that the one closest to him was pinned back behind his elbow against the couch.

"A toy," he chuckled. "You'll like it."

The tiny device was small enough to fit on his forefinger with a little rubber sheath. It looked like a bright blue grub worm, with nodules along the inner curve of its small surface. The whole thing stretched out just beyond his fingertip. A toy, he said. She nearly asked what kind before he brushed his thumb against a small button along the side of his knuckle, and the thing came to life with a buzzing sound. Clary shifted back against him slightly as she watched the tiny vibrator against his finger.

"It's a...Don't you touch me with that!"

"Shh, Clary. We're not pretending anymore, remember? You can allow yourself to enjoy things." He smirked and slipped the tiny device down into her tight, red curls, making her jump as it buzzed along her slit. "I told you, I'm going to remind you why you're mine. Why you want to be." He kissed her temple as she shuddered in a breath and the vibrator trailed back and forth along her wet folds. It made the demon chuckle softly against her hair. "If I get to torment you a little along the way, I can't say I won't enjoy it. You did try to leave me for a mundane waiter."

"I didn't- Huh!" Her argument fell away the moment the tiny buzzing thing touched her clit. The demon's eyebrows rose in amusement, watching her twist in his lap. She couldn't avoid the vibrator so she clamped her thighs together instead. All that did was trap his hand between her legs. Then it made him laugh as she gasped and shuddered when his finger slipped inside of her, vibrator and all. The tiny, humming nodules made her aware of every brush and curl as he explored her. Her hands, still bound behind her, flexed and twitched until they found purchase on the denim of his jeans and grasped at the tight material against his thigh.

"Didn't what, Clary?"

She shook her head as he maneuvered her legs open, his finger slipping out of her to circle her clit until she was gasping again. Just when she thought she might actually burst in his lap, the vibrator left her clit, dipping back inside her and seeming to hum all the way to her belly. When she had managed to catch her breath and risk a glance at him, Jonathan looked almost too pleased with himself. Like a cat that got the cream -or perhaps, more accurately- the cat that was enjoying the toy it just caught. It was a sort of imperious mixture of impatient expectance, and languid enjoyment.

"Well?" He prompted with a sly grin, as if reading her mind. She hated that he tried to force her to speak when he did these sorts of things. She knew it was because he enjoyed the way he could make her almost nonverbal, delighted in her struggle to make coherent sentences, and she found that incredibly annoying of him. She was panting now, her skin was still hot, her body trembling at the intensity of sensation he now tormented her with. The vibrator focused again on her clit until she was twitching in his lap, her hips shifting up and down without meaning too. She bit down on her lip, trying to stop herself from moaning but that was impossible. The thrilling sensation continued and soon she let out a high pitched cry as it exploded out around her. Her body shuddered, her muscles clentching and releasing with the orgasm, and Jonathan teased her with the vibrator as she road the waves of pleasure.

The problem was, he didn't stop. The toy buzzed merrily along even after she had finished and now that she'd cum her body didn't know how to handle it. She was hyper sensitive, and the pleasant sensation quickly became something so intense it was nearly painful.

"Jona...nnah W-wait," she panted desperately, writhing in his lap and gripping his pant leg more tightly. "Wait! It's...hhuuhh fuck!"

"Something wrong?" he asked in a tone that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Something just this side of torture.

"T-too much!" She breathed, squeezing her eyes closed and jerking in his lap. "It's...it's..Huh!" The vibrator buzzed louder, more furiously, and it took her a moment to realize he'd turned up the speed. She shrieked as another orgasm crashed against her, sending her thoughts swirling into incomprehensible blurs. Her body shook violently, her hips twitching and jumping as he continued to torment her.

"Oh! Please!" She didn't care that she was begging. She couldn't handle this for another moment or she would shatter apart. "Please stop. I can't...I..."

"I think you know what I want to hear Clary. Say it and I'll turn it off."

She couldn't think straight, the only thing that mattered was the furiously buzzing toy between her thighs, the piercing electric tingle that all but burned her from the inside out. She moaned, the sound filling the apartment and it broke into a desperate sob.

"Who do you belong to?" Jonathan prompted softly, clearly realizing she was too far gone to make it there herself. Her back arched, her toes pointed and curled and her head fell back into the arm he supported her with.

"Yours," she gasped raggedly. "I'm yours!"

"Are you?" He smirked watching her shift and mewl and squeel.

"Yes! Yes...huh..mmnnh. I'm...I'm yours!"

The buzzing stopped and she whimpered in gratitude, going limp in his arms as she panted. Jonathan watched her a moment, peeling the tiny vibrator off of his finger and tossing it onto the coffee table. He stroked her damp hair back away from her face, tracing her lips, and leaned down to kiss her sweat drenched forehead. She still couldn't move beyond her ragged breathing. Her body was exhausted. She whimpered softly when he shifted her up into a sitting position and tugged at the knots around her wrists. Her hands moved in front of her, clutching at his shirt, the couch cushions, anything to ground herself.

When Jonathan stood, he carried her with him and her arms went around his shoulders instinctively, her head falling into the crook of his neck. She didn't watch where he was taking her, but the soft feel of his comforter was answer enough. She looked up at him as he sat her down on the bed and reached for the hem of her silk blouse, now damp with sweat. She didn't protest when he pulled it off, nor when he unzipped her boots and tugged her jeans and panties the rest of the way off. She didn't make a sound until his hand went to his fly, unfastening his pants and kneeling on the bed before her. Her mouth opened and a tiny sound of half panic spilled out, but he hushed her softly and his finger curled under her chin to tilt back her head. When he kissed her it was soft, entreating. He wasn't claiming her, or demanding in the rough way he favored. It was sweet, gentle, and that threw her more surely than if he'd attacked her. He climbed up the bed above her, never breaking the kiss and she sighed into his mouth when his tongue found her own. Her hands went tentatively up to the back of his neck, her fingers playing in the soft, pale hair there. She felt him smile into her mouth as he reached between them to position himself at her entrance.

"Wait," Clary breathed against his lips. She was still so swollen, still pulsing ever so slightly with the echos of two far too intense orgasms. Jonathan only hushed her, pressing her back into the bed and kissing a trail along her jaw until he made it to her ear. His warm breath tickled her skin, fluttered her hair, and his voice was a soft rumble against her.

"Don't worry Clary. It's ok."

She opened her mouth to protest further but she gasped instead as the head of his cock pushed passed her entrance. It wasn't the rough, quick thrusts she was expecting. He moved slowly, sliding into her as she arched against him and let out a soft moan. She was so sensitive, her sex still throbbing, and the steady push and pull of his cock made her toes curl. She moaned again, her head tilting back as he nipped gently at her throat, kissing it after. Clary's fingers curled tightly around the back of his neck, her free hand shot up to flatten against the headboard. Jonathan trailed his soft nips and kisses down to her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth to her surprise and enjoyment. Her legs bent up to his waist, wrapping around him as he continued the slow, sensual rocking of his hips.

She looked down at him as his head lifted. Watched him shift back up above her. She couldn't help the way her brow furrowed in confusion, in utter shock, but she touched his cheek when she saw the flash in his dark eyes of hesitation. He turned his head to kiss her palm, and the steady push and pull of him continued. She couldn't believe this. Couldn't comprehend the gentle, giving creature that rested above her now. After all the violence, the fear of this night, she never would have expected he could manage it. This demon, this broken man, looked at her as if she hung the stars. He kissed her as if he wanted to spell out his desire in whispered words across her lips. If he had told her he could be like this, soft and gentle, she never would have believed it. Yet here he was, stroking in and out in this slow, dizzying way that made her tingle and sigh in contentment. God he confused her. Shifted moods and temperament so quickly it gave her whiplash, but this...this was the best she had seen of him.

Clary moaned softly into his mouth when he kissed her again. She gripped his shoulders, her fingernails pricking into his skin as another wave began to build in her. It made her gasp when it burst, throbbing and reminding her that her body was exhausted. It didn't send her reeling like the last orgasm had, but it made her clench and relax and clench again, just on the cusp of making her crazy. Jonathan rode out the orgasm with her, watching her and keeping his slow, steady rhythm, until finally he followed her into that blissful place that left them both gasping. He braced himself above her a long moment, his breath coming deep and heavy, and she gazed back in awe at what they had just done. They looked into each other's eyes, his so dark they reflected her back to herself, ringed in silver just around the pupil. When he shifted to lay beside her, he didn't stop watching her, as if she were some dazzling, magical creature. Clary rolled onto her side to face him, resting her head against his outstretched arm. Her fingers traced the buttons of his dark blue shirt while he watched her in silence, reaching out only briefly to tuck a stray red curl back behind her ear. He let the hand fall to her shoulder and trailed his fingers down along her arm, following the path with his eyes.

"I've never felt this before," he spoke softly, almost to himself. Clary searched his face a moment, taking a slow, deep breath.

"Felt what?"

"This warmth in my chest," he frowned. "It's...I don't know how to describe it."

Her heart clenched and she continued to watch him, unsure how to respond. Jonathan sighed to himself, tracing tiny patterns into her skin until he made it back to her shoulder.

"I'm not sure how I feel about it," he said softly. Clary swallowed the lump in her throat and tucked herself in against his chest.

"Neither do I," she whispered back, letting him wrap his arm around her and kiss the top of her head.

She didn't know how she felt about any of this. She didn't know what she was doing anymore. She didn't know if she had the strength to keep fighting whatever this was.

Surprise! Pseudo demon fluff-ishness.

My brain has been stuck on this story for a while now and I'd love to know what you guys think. Drop me a review, if you'd be so kind. :3

I get off when you get off, so let's get off together. Or ya know...revel in taboo stories at the very least. It's fun because it's wrong.