Chapter 32: Sorry for the cliffy, but I had to split this chapter into two. It was getting long… so much stuff is coming. Poo will be hitting the fan soon. Clonathan date continues.
POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: non-con elements and drug use (Rated M).
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Previously: "After my assault… after Sebastian, I– I couldn't draw. He took that away from me, I guess. But you… you've helped give it back to me. So, Thank you. How ironic. If you only knew, Clarissa."
Jonathan helped Clary remove her heavy black coat and his own, handing them to the staff, waiting for them in the main hall of Morgenstern Manor. They had kissed like teenagers on the helicopter ride back to the manor, but had kept their coats on and zipped. Now that he had relieved her of that hindrance, he wanted to peel the rest of her clothes off…and kiss like adults. Clary giggled, still quite inebriated from the alcohol and Faerie Nectar. She reached her hands up around his neck and tipped her head up at him. "I'm so sad our ride is over. I would have liked to stay longer and dance with you, but you got grumpy… and jealous." He smiled tightly and leaned forward, lightly kissing her lips.
Clarissa was right, he had been quite jealous when he returned from his errand, only to find some black haired frat-boy looking fucker with his arms wrapped around her, then taking a selfie. If the douche hadn't disappeared into the crowd, he would have broken his neck. He refused to allow another pretty boy to snatch her from him. He had to keep her away from the attention of other men…and their filthy hands. Keep her in Idris, at the Manor… keep her in his bed. Tied down if necessary. Mine. Tonight's the night.
Jonathan dropped his hands to her ass, cupping it and squeezing it gently. Clary moaned lightly and giggled. Jonathan kissed the tip of her nose, murmuring. "Would you like to come to my room for a nightcap by the fire? We could listen to music and dance there. I even have an easel and paper in my room, if you want to draw." I wonder how long until I can get her to paint for me naked. He reached out and combed his fingers through her long, silky hair, then circled his arms around her. "How about strawberries and whipped cream too…we didn't get dessert, did we Clarissa?" Clary hummed and nodded. "Sounds wonderful, Jonathan. I want to stop at my room and freshen up first, though. I'm pretty…um tipsy still. I want to take some ibuprofen. Can I meet you there soon?" Jonathan kissed her again and nodded. "Okay, love. See you soon." I have to make sure I keep her ready and willing. Maybe a little more Faerie Nectar… He walked over to the servant, still standing at the door and talked quietly with him, while Clarissa walked up to her room.
Clary closed her bedroom door behind her and stumbled slightly as she walked to her bathroom. Man, I have been such a lightweight lately. She remembered Jonathan telling her that hot sake was stronger than cold. Maybe that's it. She took two ibuprofen with a full glass of water and brushed her teeth. I need to avoid a hangover. She peeled off her dress, underwear, and kicked off her heels. Too tight and torturous… I'm so hot. My skin is so sensitive. Jesus, I'm so fucking horny. She freshened up her makeup and brushed her hair, pulling it up into a curly, messy bun. She looked at her reflection. "Are you really ready to move on, Fray?" She asked herself. Jonathan was pursuing her relentlessly and she was getting lonely. She had needs that he was eager to help her fulfill. Clary closed her eyes and images of Jace's naked chest rocking above her as they made love… his hands on her breasts… his fingers inside of her…his tongue. Clary groaned and slapped her hands down on the counter. Stop it. Move on. But I miss him so much.
Clary felt a strong twinge of arousal coil inside of her and touched herself. God. I'm so wet. Why am I so turned on? She pictured Jonathan's sultry stares, his strong hands gripping her waist, hips, her ass, his lips on her neck, how dominant he was tonight. How jealous he was of…what was his name? It was a definite turn-on. She tried to remember more from the club, but things seemed hazy. She remembered Axel being a creep, then drinking a martini and dancing with the hot dark-haired guy… I think his name was Will. She walked over to her closet and put on a black lace pushup bralette with matching panties. She pulled on a semi sheer black, loose fitting blouse leaving the top three buttons open to showcase her cleavage and emerald necklace. Jonathan seemed to have a bit of a kink about her Fairchild jewels. Let's test that theory. Finally, she pulled on a pair of black silky leggings and slippers. Sexy and comfy. She picked up her phone and was shocked not really to see that she had no service. She pocketed her phone and grabbed her sketchbook, on her way out of her room.
Jonathan squeezed two drops of Faerie Nectar into Clarissa's glass. In the dim light of his room, she wouldn't be able to see it before he filled it with champagne. He had just dropped a few strawberries in the glasses when he heard a light tap at his door. He unbuttoned his shirt to his navel and opened the door. His eyes widened at the sight before him and he swallowed. Clarissa was wearing a black blouse over a lace pushup bra, bustier?, and black silky leggings. She ran her hand down her neck, caressing her necklace, then her cleavage. "Aren't you going to ask me in, Jon?" Oh shit.
Jonathan schooled his expression and smirked down at her. He stepped forward, blocking her way, then turned sideways. "Please Clarissa, come in." He murmured. She flicked her eyes up at him and pursed her lips, blushing as she turned sideways, squeezing past him through the door, brushing her breasts across his abdomen as she entered his room. She sat down on his leather couch in front of the fireplace and smiled over at him. "I brought my sketch book, if you'd like to look at it." Jonathan smiled back at her and nodded, then stalked over towards her, not breaking his gaze with her emerald eyes. So fucking beautiful. Mine.
He poured champagne into their glasses and handed the dosed one to Clary. I probably don't even need to drug her, but I have to have her tonight. No is not an option this time, Clarissa. "Cheers, love. A toast to drawing again and dancing." Clary giggled, clinked glasses with him and downed her drink. Good girl. Jonathan dropped on the couch beside her and they chatted for a few minutes while he found a sultry music channel, reminiscent of Club Edom. He poured them a second glass of champagne as they flipped through her sketches. She asked him about Cambridge and what he did for fun while attending. He told her a lie about going to parties and chasing girls. The truth was, by his senior year, his father had already handed off his party drug empire to him, so besides school and athletics, he had little time for such mundane activities. England was where he…well, Sebastian Verlac had started. He smirked when he noticed Clary getting restless, breathing a little faster, zoning out, and running her hand across her chest. The Faerie Nectar is already working. I can practically feel her vulnerability and need.
He reached into her glass and took out a strawberry. "Let's not forget dessert, Clarissa." He held the berry between his teeth and leaned his face close to hers. Clary raised her eyebrows and looked down at his mouth, parting her lips. He reached out and lightly grabbed the back of her head with both hands, pulling her face to his. Clary moaned lightly and bit into the strawberry, pressing their lips together and chewing the sweet fruit. She gripped the front of his shirt, slipping a hand inside to caress his bare chest. Jonathan groaned as his dick hardened at her soft touch. Juice ran down her chin and onto her chest as Jonathan pressed harder, pushing his tongue into her mouth, exploring every space. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass and pulled her onto his lap. He reached between them, sliding his hand down the front of her pants, massaging Clary through her lace panties. He smiled against her lips. So wet for me.
Clary pulled back gasping for air. "Oh god, Jon. I'm so– sensitive. I—" She spread her thighs and straddled him, resting her arms on his shoulders as she pressed her forehead to his, lustfully panting. There we go… Jonathan grasped her hips and thrust his hardness up against her heat. And she was hot. "Do you like that, Clarissa?" She moaned and tilted her head back, rolling her hips against him. Jonathan unbuttoned Clary's blouse, sliding it down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. He paused and looked at her, running his hands up and down her soft arms. She looked back at him with lowered lids and licked her lips. While he would prefer an alert, absolutely willing Clarissa, he would take the aphrodisiac dosed one tonight. I hope she remembers this… our first time.
He groaned and leaned forward, kissing her chest and licking her neck as Clary continued to moan and roll her hips. Mmm, strawberries. He reached up and pulled the straps of her bra down, exposing her round breasts. He growled and attacked them with his lips and teeth, sucking, licking and biting. Reaching around he unclasped the lacy top and pulled it off and Clary gasped. "J— feels so fucking good." He cupped her naked breasts in his hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. Lowering his hands back to her ass he scooped her and stood up, her legs wrapping around his waist, grinding her heat against his hard cock. Jonathan hoisted her higher and growled, as Clary covered his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply. He moaned into her mouth as she reached a hand down to stroke his hardness between them. I'm going to cum in my pants if she doesn't stop.
He quickly walked them over to his bed and gently laid her down on her back. He kneeled over her, gripped the waist of her leggings and slowly slid them down, brushing his lips along her legs as they came off. He stood up and hummed. Clary sat up, leaned back on her elbows and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. Jonathan took a deep breath as he looked at her, laying in wait on his bed. His eyes ran up her body, admiring her shapely legs, curves, her sexy black lace panties, her breasts… God her tits are perfect. She bit her bottom lip and ran her eyes appreciatively over his toned, tattooed chest. "Do you like what you see, kitten? Would you like to see more?" She blinked up at him and giggled, arching her back, squeezing and massaging her breasts, much to his delight. "Kitten? What does that make you, Jonny? A lion? Tiger? Bear? Oh my!" She is wasted. This is going to be so fun. He stepped up to the edge of the bed and started to unbuckle his belt.
She quickly sat up and reached her hand out to stop him. "Let me." Jonathan arched an eyebrow at her as his dick hardened painfully. Really, Clarissa? Naughty girl… Clary unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. Fuck. She looked up at him as she scooted to the edge of the bed on her knees. Her eyes settled on the bulge beneath his boxer briefs and she raised her eyebrows in surprise. Jonathan chuckled. He knew he was very well endowed. "Don't worry love, I'll be gentle…at first." You'll have plenty of time to acclimate your body to mine. "Now, be a good girl and get started." He knew from watching his surveillance videos of her that she had a bedroom kink about dominance and would obey. He also remembered how often she gave her ex boyfriend head. A lot.
Clary hummed and pulled down his boxers, gasping as his huge erection bounced free from its constraints. She looked up at him in her drugged haze and shook her hair back, over her shoulders, making her breasts bounce. Jonathan's eyes widened as she wrapped her soft, warm hand around his dick and slowly pumped up and down. Jonathan put his hands on his head and gripped his hair in his fists, groaning deeply, as he watched Clary wrap her hot mouth around his cock. She sucked him hard, taking him deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue, and stroking the rest that couldn't fit. She is so good at this. He panted as he felt himself climbing towards a delicious peak when a loud banging on his bedroom door shattered his momentum. "Jonathan! It's father. Why aren't you answering your phone? Open this door. We have to talk. Now." He gently pulled out of Clary's mouth and looked furiously towards his door. "Clarissa, go to the en suite and put on the robe hanging there. I shall come for you in a moment. I need to deal with Father…then we can continue, love." She had a flustered look on her face, blinking, as she looked up at him and nodded nervously. She got up and hurried to the bathroom, closing the door. Jonathan narrowed his eyes as he watched her go. She's not having second thoughts is she? Maybe I didn't give her enough Faerie Nectar. Fuck.
He pulled on his pants and walked to the door, throwing it open. "Father, you have terrible timing. What is so important?" Jonathan grunted impatiently as his father brushed past him into the room. Valentine flicked his eyes angrily around the room, noting the lacy lingerie on the floor and empty champagne flutes. "I see you are… entertaining," he murmured. "I'm assuming it's Clarissa and not one of those mundane peasant impostors? You got her rather quickly… No matter. I need you to deal with something now."
He motioned for Jonathan to follow him to the hall. Jonathan sighed heavily, rolling his eyes, closing the door behind them. "Father, if this is about the mole in our organization, I told you when you interrupted my date with Clarissa earlier, that I would investigate it first thing tomorr–" Valentine pulled back his hand as if to slap Jonathan, expecting to cow him or make him flinch. When Jonathan tilted his head and stared back at him, bored, Valentine narrowed his eyes and lowered his hand. That's what I thought, old man. Jonathan leaned against the wall, examining his nails. "No, Jonathan. It cannot wait. Emil has been following Amatis for me, since I ordered her to stay in Alicante and away from Clarissa… after she so vehemently disagreed with your courtship of her. He just reported and sent pictures of Amatis meeting with fucking MI6. Apparently, she came to Club Edom after you left and met with two agents. Our intelligence identified them as agents James Carstairs and William Herondale–" Jonathan's head snapped up. Herondale? Another fucking Herondale?
His father handed him his phone. "Pictures… she needs to be dealt with. Now, son. The helicopter is being prepped, as we speak. You know what to do." Jonathan narrowed his eyes menacingly when he saw Amatis sitting in a booth at Edom with two men. One of which was the fucking black-haired frat boy that had his hands all over Clarissa, earlier that night. He could see a familial resemblance between this William and Jace Herondale. Was he trying to take her away from me too or is he working with Jace? That simply will not do. "Of course, father." Clarissa will have to wait until later, unfortunately.
Clary Placed her necklace on a tray on the bathroom counter. She stepped into the shower under the hot stream. Jonathan had told her to go to the bathroom while he got rid of his father, but hadn't come back yet. Maybe it was for the best. Things had really been going fast and Clary had found it difficult to deny Jonathan anything tonight. I'm still so drunk. I need to clear my head. She shivered when she pictured his enormous erection and how badly she had wanted him. I still do. He is so fucking sexy. She had been wild and felt out of control. What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I that thirsty for a real orgasm?
She washed and conditioned her hair. After rinsing out the conditioner, she poured coconut body wash into her palm and began to lather herself when strong arms slid around her pulling her back against a solid, hardened male body. Jonathan. He gathered the lather in his hands and ran them up and down her abdomen and breasts. Clary arched her back and reached her hands up, around the back of his neck. I am so turned on. He tipped his head down and kissed her neck, murmuring. "Sorry to keep you waiting so long, love. Unfortunately I have to leave. Something urgent has come up." He ground his pelvis against her naked backside and groaned sadly. It should bother me that I am completely naked in the shower with him. Why doesn't it?
Clary gasped at the feel of his erection. "Are you sure you have to go, Jonathan? I bet we can have so much more fun than anything else you have planned." He smiled soberly and looked at her. "I'm sure you're right, Clarissa. But, I must deal with this… but I definitely will be back. It should only take a few hours." He took the detachable shower head and thoroughly rinsed her body. He quickly washed and pulled her out of the shower with him. He wrapped a towel around his waist and took one out for Clarissa. She reached for it, but he shook his head with a dark look in his eye. "No, love. I have a few minutes to do this." He took the towel and slowly began drying her naked body, peppering her neck and chest with kisses. "You have no idea how long I have wanted you, Clarissa." Naughty Jonathan.
He pulled his thick black robe around her shoulders and tied it around her waist. Mmm. We both smell like coconuts. Clary wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently on the lips. "I am going to rock your world when you get back, Morgenstern." She giggled as he bit his lip and shook his head. He pulled her to his bed and gently pushed her down onto it. He quickly pulled on clean boxer briefs, black jeans and a red v-neck sweater, never taking his eyes from her. He sat next to her as he laced his boots. Clary watched his every move with a small smile. Her head was still foggy and she was starting to feel sleepy. He took her face in his hands and kissed her nose. "I want you to wait here, in my room…in my bed for me, Clarissa. Do not leave this room. I want to picture you here, wearing my robe, waiting for me. Do you understand?" Clary was surprised by his domineering tone, but she smiled and nodded, kissing his nose in return. Jonathan chuckled and ran his hand down the side of her face, neck, and down between her breasts. Clary shivered and moaned lightly. He smirked down at her. "Good girl." He then stood and left the room. What a fucking caveman. Clary took off the robe and slipped naked between his black silk sheets and quickly fell asleep.
Clary woke up to her phone buzzing on the nightstand. Whoa. I have service now? She sat up and looked at her phone, it read 1:13 AM. Jonathan had been gone for nearly three hours. The text was from Amatis. "Clary. You need to leave the manor. Trashing this phone. Call Will tomorrow. Don't trust anyone." Well that's fucking cryptic. Call Will? Will who? The guy from the bar last night? Why does she want me to leave? Clary quickly texted her back "Amatis, what are you talking about? Explain." There was no read notification, so Clary tried to call her, only to go straight to voicemail. She tried to remember more about Will, but seemed to only recall flashes, like how cute he was, and that they danced. I must have been hammered. I still feel a bit wonky, but not drunk. Her eyes went wide as she realized she was naked. Memories of what she and Jonathan had done with each other running through her head in hazy scenes. Making out, very heavy petting, sucking his… full naked shower. Fuck. I'm so embarrassed. He must think I'm such a ho. I need to stop drinking so much when I go out.
Clary swallowed and got out of bed pulling her leggings back on and her bra. Her underwear was ruined, thanks to Jonathan. She went to the bathroom and tossed the panties in his laundry hamper and put her necklace back on. I need to go back to my room and change. She quickly walked to Jonathan's closet and put on one of his dark gray button up shirts, so as not to flash the servants when she walked down the hall, back to her room. She went back to his bed and scooped her hair up to put in a bun. Her hair caught on her earring and it flew out of her ear, under the bed. Shit. Way to almost lose a priceless heirloom, asshole.
She got on her hands and knees and looked under the bed. She saw the emerald glitter on top of a wooden box. She pulled the box out and plucked the earring off the top and fastened it back in her ear. It was a beautiful mahogany box with the initials JCM inlaid with gold leaf on the top. Nice. She went to push the box back under the bed when she noticed something lacy sticking out the side. Oh shit. Does Jon have a sexy toy box? Clary stifled a giggle and opened the box. The smile fell from her face and she gasped. Oh my god.