Chapter 20: LEMONS ALERT: Jonathan's and Jace's very different perspectives. Thanks for reading!
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Previously: "Clary's eyes filled with tears. I miss them so much. They lied to me my whole life. I could have handled the truth. I hate being kept in the dark about things that affect me."
Jonathan pressed a button on the remote, pausing the projected image on his wall. It was of Clarissa's perfect naked body laying on her bed. Jonathan pursed his lips and ran his eyes over the life size image. Her back was arched, her head thrown back, her arms over her head gripping her sheets with Jace fucking Herondale's face planted between her legs. Horny Fucker. Her full breasts pressed up towards the ceiling, as if she were waiting for his hands, his mouth, his teeth. Not Herondale's. She doesn't even know she wants that to be me yet.
Jonathan had been enjoying the live feeds and cached videos of his Clarissa. He had seen her doing yoga, relaxing in her bubble baths, rubbing her body lotion all over her perfect skin, walking nude to her closet, changing from the dressier clothes (she had worn to see him) into comfortable loungewear… touching herself. Was she thinking of me? His favorites, of course, were her sexual encounters with her detective. Fucking Herondale. He is so dead when father finally allows it. She was so active in their rendezvous…a woman who is not ashamed to truly enjoy herself…such a stunning, wanton creature. I can't wait to taste her myself.
He had been watching Clarissa for weeks before she discovered the cameras. She had been standing in front of her easel, In a delightfully short red negligee, but as usual, she didn't draw anything. She cried again, as she had so many times in her studio. Suddenly she turned facing the camera and hurled her easel. There was a disturbance and the camera was tilted. She screamed and spoke his name. His other name. "Fuck you, Sebastian! I hate you. I hate you! You can't have me!" Jonathan had instantly become aroused and leaned closer to his laptop screen. She was thinking about him. She invoked his name. He was still in her head…owning her. Hate me? Hate is so close to love. I already have you. Mine. He saw her peering into the toppled camera, it was almost as if her bright emerald eyes were looking directly into his own. She had gasped and dropped the camera and he could see her run away into her bedroom. He had switched his camera view and laughed while he watched her run around her room, tearing it up, looking for the other cameras. She is so passionate. Soon, Clarissa. A woman's (not Clarissa's) annoying moan pulled him away from his thoughts.
Jonathan unpaused the video and watched his Clarissa get flipped over and fucked from behind as he tightly laced his fingers into Seelie's dyed red hair and murmured, "Clarissa…" Seelie moaned as she greedily sucked his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Shaking her head roughly in his hands, he pumped in and out of Seelie's face. Jonathan finally felt his lower abdomen clench deliciously as he watched Clarissa get pulled up, her back against Jace, screaming through her orgasm. Her breasts bounced and her head fell back as Herondale thrust up into her. It should be me. It will be.
He growled and came hard as he gripped the back of Seelie's head, thrusting violently into her eager mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, she hummed and swallowed until he finished, then sat back on her heels. She wiped her mouth with a tissue and looked up at him breathlessly. "Fuck, Sebastian. I thought I would choke to death on your enormous cock. It took you so long to cum that time…am I losing my touch?" Jonathan quickly stopped the video and exited the app, darkening the room considerably. He hated the part where Clarissa tells that fucker she loves him. You're wrong, Clarissa. You are mine.
He looked back at Seelie impassively and sighed heavily. He was quite tired of her. "No, Seelie, you're as fantastically gifted at giving head as you've always been. It's just every time I hear my Clarissa speak his name, instead of mine, it distracts me. You may only call me Jonathan now, by the way." He stood up abruptly and zipped his pants, brushing past her. "I trust you have everything ready for tonight? Have you prepared the apartment and Sebastian for the meeting? I pick Clarissa up at seven o'clock for dinner, then we'll be at the New Year's gala at Pandemonium until— well, hopefully late." Jonathan walked to his wall projector, unplugged it and zipped it back into its case. He reached out to hand the case to Seelie.
She scrambled to her feet and took it from him. "Everything is prepared. He'll meet me and Kaelie at the apartment in a few hours. No worries, Jonathan, the cops will catch Sebastian tonight just as we planned…how about a quickie before I go, Se– Jonathan? I'm so damned wet–" He cut an annoyed look at her and nodded to the door. She sighed, disappointed, tucked the projector into her bag and let herself out. Jonathan smirked as he watched Seelie leave his apartment.
He had tired of her recently and her usefulness had worn out. Her last favor to him would come tonight. Time to cut loose ends and make Clarissa think she's safe from Sebastian. He would need to focus everything on her now. I'm so close. Jonathan hummed happily to himself as he went to get ready for his date with the beautiful, intoxicating Clarissa Fairchild. Hopefully the first of many.
Jace gently wove his hands into Clarissa's wet hair as she wrapped her hot mouth around his engorged member. Clary had pushed him onto her bed and gotten on her knees in front of him after their shower. "Your turn, baby." She whispered to him and unwrapped the towel from his waist. Apparently the two orgasms he had given her in the shower was not enough. She hummed and sucked, stroking her hand up and down the base of his shaft, in tandem with her bobbing head. God, she is so fucking good at this. Jace leaned back on his elbows and watched his beautiful girlfriend devour him. He shuddered and moaned as he felt himself growing harder and harder. She flattened her tongue and laved the length of him, twirling around his sensitive tip. She grinned up at him, her emerald eyes glittering, before sucking it all the way back in her mouth and into her throat. I'm going to cum.
Jace began to thrust slowly in and out of Clary's mouth as he climbed to his peak. She moaned around his cock as she sucked him and squeezed his base, looking up at him again through her lashes. Jace looked back at her then gasped and threw his head back. "Oh fuck, Clary…fuck, baby…" he moaned as he emptied into her mouth. Clary continued to moan, suck, and swallow until he was spent. Jace gently loosened his hands from her moist hair. Clary slowly pulled her head back, letting Jace fall from her mouth and stood up between his legs. She licked her swollen lips and winked at him, as she opened her towel and let it drop. Jace's eyes widened as raked his eyes over her nude body.
"You are one naughty girl, Clarissa Fray." He growled as he leaped towards her, hoping to drag her back to the bed. She squealed and jumped out of his reach, running to her closet she pulled on a black velour robe. Naked, Jace ran up behind her and spun her back to face him, smashing his lips onto hers. "I love you, little minx, but, how the fuck am I going to be able to work after that?" She giggled and turned her back to him to walk to her dresser. He grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into him. He ground his hardening member against her ass, relishing the soft fabric of her robe on his bare skin. He leaned in, inhaling her coconut scented hair and murmured into her ear. "All I'll be able to think about is the way your eyes sparkled while you were sucking me dry, pretty girl."
Clary turned slowly around to face him and kissed his lips gently. "I know, Jace.. That's what I want you to think about while you're bored, processing cases at work, my love. It's going to be a long night and we can't be together, so you're welcome." She smirked at him, opened her robe and rubbed her bare breasts on his abdomen and Jace groaned. She whispered up into his ear. "I know what I'll be thinking about all night at the New Year's party…" Jace raised an eyebrow quizzically at her. "I'm going to…one– be thinking about how much I love and miss you. And two– I'm going to be thinking of your gigantic, magic cock and how it felt pounding into my hot pussy in the shower…and the two amazing orgasms you gave me. I'm not sure if I'm even going to be able to dance tonight, Jace…hmmm." God I love it when she says such filthy things and she knows it. Minx. She kissed him deeply then disentangled herself from him. "Now…you need to go to work and I need to go meet Izzy at the salon or she'll kill me. It's time for me to get ready. Jon will be here in three hours." She smiled at him teasingly and walked to her closet, pulling out her clothes. Jon Dickhead Morgenstern. Don't say anything…you promised not to fight with her about him any more…
Jace dressed for work in his usual black everything, pulling his shoulder holster on and clipping his badge on his belt. He tied up his boots and watched Clary as she pulled on her clothes, a denim button front shirt with black leggings. She even looked hot in her plainest clothes. She sat at her vanity, humming lightly to herself as she applied mascara. She continued to hum her song as she pulled her thick curls up into a high ponytail, securing it with a tie. She looked at her phone, smiled and answered a call. "I'm leaving in a few minutes, Iz. See you there, babes. Bye." They walked together out of Clary's room to the front door. There, they both bundled up for the freezing weather and left together. Jace to work, Clary to get her hair and makeup done for her date with her friend Jonathan Fucking Morgenstern. "You have a great time tonight and I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful. We can spend all New Year's Day together." Jace gently kissed her lips and she hugged him tight, then they went their separate ways.
Jace walked into the precinct lobby and stepped onto the elevator. He thought back to his day with Clary. She wasn't acting right. She was too okay after she had found the cameras, three days ago. She recovered too quickly. He had tried to coax a chat about how she was feeling from her, but she changed the subject. She's putting up a brave front. But she's not dealing with it. She had stayed at his place until yesterday, after her apartment had been searched and cleared of all surveillance cameras by his investigative team. The bastards had only put them in Clary's room and bathroom. Izzy's areas were clean. So, some pervert had targeted and filmed Clary naked in her bathroom and bedroom, as well as Clary and Jace making love. He was absolutely livid that some pervert had victimized his girl again…made her feel so exposed and vulnerable. Violated. Sebastian. Jace had cleaned her apartment and repaired all of her shelves before he took her back home. Simon had installed a security system for Izzy and Clary as well. It seemed to make Clary feel better. He and Simon had become friends over the past few months, which also pleased Clary.
Jace clenched his jaw when he thought back to how hysterical she had been when he found her hiding in her bathroom on Tuesday night. She was in the middle of a panic attack and had punched him in the face. It was actually a pretty good hit and left a nice shiner below his left eye. It was fading, but he wore it proudly. My baby's a badass. Someone had taught her how to fight…probably her dad. I just hope she never has to really fight someone off. He had held her and managed to calm her down, then called Alec and had him set up an investigative team. Alec interviewed Clary at his and Jace's apartment later that night. She had been so strong when she answered Alec's questions. She told him she thought it was Sebastian, that she had a feeling that it was just a matter of time…that he would come back for her. Alec had looked at Jace pointedly, then reached out to hold Clary's hands. That was when she started to cry again.
Jace and Alec had reassured her that they would have policemen watching her apartment building and that Chief Starkweather had already authorized it. Clary stayed with Jace until Thursday, when she asked him to take her home and stay with her until today. She had asked him to make her forget, just as she had the first time they were together. They had made love over and over until she was exhausted and could finally sleep. He had held her so close while she slept, so afraid that someone would come for her and take her away…hurt her. How am I going to get this fucking pervert? He hated to admit it, but he was a glad that she was being escorted tonight. He had vetted Jonathan Morgenstern and found that he was a high-ranked black belt in Aikido and champion wrestler in college, as well as fencing, rugby- blah blah blah… At least she'd be safe. He fucking hated the guy, but didn't feel he meant Clary harm...he just wants to fuck her. Jace shook his head and turned his attention back to the cameras.
It had to be the same people that planted cameras in his apartment. Alec was working with forensics on that. Same brand, similar placements. Untraceable, no evidence of a break-in. It's like they just appeared in her apartment. Clary did mention that she was missing a few pairs of underwear and lingerie, a personal picture from her desk. Specifically, one of her and Jace kissing under the mistletoe at Christmas. Someone with resources…Sebastian. Kaelie said that Seelie made it clear that Sebastian was obsessed with Clary…that he wanted to take her and have her. The Halloween drugging wasn't an impulsive opportunistic attack. That freak had planned it, with help from that Seelie bitch…he had drugged and weakened her… herded Clary that night. Hunted her like a predator…preyed on her. He had planted those cameras in his and Clary's apartments and had set up the Kaelie pictures and video. Clary had said he had a French accent, black hair, black eyes, and beard. She had bravely ripped his mask off on Halloween, securing beard hair and DNA. All he needed was a lead…someone to get him close to Sebastian so he could nail the fucker. I need Kaelie.
The elevator door opened and he walked to the desks, where Alec already sat. He flopped into his seat across from Alec and reached for the cup of coffee his partner had already placed on his desk. "Thanks Alec. Anything yet? I need to stay busy, man. I have a feeling this is going to be a long night…" Jace sipped the hot liquid and inhaled the strong aroma. Alec nodded and pushed a folder across to him. He took a drink out of his water bottle and looked hard at Jace. "Yep. I just got the forensics report back, cross-referencing the cameras from our apartment with Clary's. They all had the same lot and model number, so they had to be purchased together in the same bulk package. They were purchased back in August from a company based in Quebec, Canada. They're sold in lots of twenty. So, your hunch was right. The same person planted cameras in both apartments…Clary said that Sebastian has a French accent. Maybe that freak is from Quebec."
He shook his head, frowned, and slammed his fists onto his desk. Jace cocked an eyebrow at him as Alec raised his bright blue eyes to his. "Fuckers…in my baby sister's apartment. Both of our girls, Jace. Clary is like a little sister to me as well…she's family. We have got to nail these freaks. If we don't…we'll have failed Chief Garroway all over again."
Jace looked back at him and nodded solemnly. "You bet your ass, bro. We have to ramp up tracking Kaelie and that Seelie bitch. Those two crazies are our only known connection to Sebastian. Let's go–"
A male voice interrupted him. "Herondale and Lightwood!" Alec and Jace looked up to see Chief Hodge Starkweather walking towards them from his office. He tossed a paper in front of Jace. "Not so fast boys. I've got a triple homicide I'm going to need you to check out. Sounds like it's a drug related hit with some kinky shit going on, but let's get it worked out and on record. I thought you'd both like this one since it's in the building next door to Garroway's daughter and Lightwood's sister." Alec and Jace sat up and looked at each other in surprise. Starkweather gestured to the paper. "Yeah…that's the address. Make me proud boys." He looked at Jace and Alec with a strange expression…almost concerned. Hodge exhaled through his nose, turned and walked back to his office, closing his door. Jace and Alec stared hard at each other for a second, stood up, secured their sidearms, and headed towards the elevator. Jace had a feeling something big was about to go down and he was ready for it.
Jonathan exited his building and strolled down the steps to a stretch black limousine. Axel Mortmain waited beside the car on the phone. He smiled, ended his call and opened the door for him. Jonathan paused, smoothed the front of his tuxedo, and fiddled with his cufflinks distractedly. "Axel. I hope you have good news from Pangborn. I'm ready to have a good time tonight." Axel smiled, flashing his too white teeth at Jonathan. "Indeed, boss. Everything went exactly as planned. Your loose ends are taken care of. Monsieur Sebastian Verlac is no longer going to be a problem for Miss Fairchild". No more Sebastian, indeed. Jonathan smiled and nodded, sliding into the back of the limo. "Thank you, Axel. You and Pangborn have done well. She should feel quite safe from now on…" Until Sebastian decides to come back and reintroduce himself…myself, to Clarissa. 'Now, let's go and pick up my date. I have a wonderful night planned for her. Tomorrow starts a new year and a new life for both of us." Axel nodded and shut the door, circled the limo, got in and drove into the New York night.