Chapter 34: Warning - pretty dark. Jonathan and Jace perspectives… and a sprinkle of Will Herondale. Jonathan wins a battle, but the war is not over. The Herondale's are coming.
POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: non-con and drug use (Rated M).
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Previously: "No need to be afraid, little dove. You're right where you belong... With Jonathan and me. You're our little Idrian princess and we will never let you go…"
Jonathan pressed his thumb against the keypad scanner behind the Morgenstern Family Crest tapestry at the end of the west hall. The end wall slid open, revealing a small antechamber with a door. Jonathan shifted Clarissa from his shoulder, back into his arms. He entered a code on a keypad and opened the door. Walking them into the dark room, he flipped on the lights. Clarissa's new quarters were set up almost exactly like her other room, just much larger, like an apartment. She had a big leather couch and chair in front of a gas fireplace, a small kitchen with microwave and mini fridge, television, hundreds of DVD's, bookshelves, a walk-in wardrobe, plush carpet, beautiful thick velvet brocade bedding with silk sheets. Her en suite was fully stocked with toiletries, make up, hair styling tools, and had a large soaking tub with separate shower. It was a perfect little home for her, until he could trust her not to run from him again.
She wiggled restlessly in his arms and whimpered in her throat. "Let me go… too hot." She was completely wasted, due to the high dose of Faerie Nectar he'd forced down her throat. Feeling flushed and hot flashes were a common side effect. He sighed, remembering how she had incapacitated him, twisting his wrist behind his back, pinning him on the floor. So very hot, indeed. She had nearly made it outside before succumbing to the drug. She's so tough and brave. A fighter. Thankfully his father had been able to intercept her before she ran out into the snow, half-naked and barefoot. Jonathan frowned. However, he had not liked to see Valentine holding her in his arms. His father had a particular look on his face that Jonathan only saw when he was wallowing over Jocelyn. Clarissa is not Jocelyn and Father needs to stay in his lane… or else.
Clary reached a hand up to Jonathan's face and touched his lips, giggling. "Smile, Jon… so mean." Jonathan pursed his lips and kissed her fingers, smiling down at her. He hadn't meant to give her that much Faerie Nectar, but he had been so angry that she had tried to leave him, he lost his temper. He planned to give her a small dose of a reversal agent and a few bottles of water, once Axel brought the items he requested. I don't want her to get sick and ruin our plans. There was a high chance she would not remember much of the night's events, due to being drugged earlier, but he couldn't risk her fleeing again. So, a gilded cage, it would be.
He had instructed the servants to pack all of Clarissa's clothes, books, and art supplies… including her new easel. Everything should be completely set up that evening. He had ordered the servants not to disturb them for the rest of the night, as it was nearing three o'clock in the morning and he had unfinished business with Clarissa. He walked her over to the bed and laid her on it. Extra Large King-size. Perfect. She giggled and stretched out, arching her back, jutting her impressive breasts towards the ceiling. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin glistened with sweat. She raked her hands over her lace bralette and squeezed her breasts with both hands. "I need this off, Jonny, all of it off. I'm burning…my skin tingles. I'm s-so fucking– be naked." No fucking problem.
Jonathan's eyes widened, immediately getting hard, as he watched her slip her hand down the front of her leggings, touching herself. He started to pull his sweater over his head when he heard a man clear his throat behind him. He whirled around, quickly closing the bed curtains to hide her from view. Axel Mortmain stood in the doorway on the other side of the room, with a strange look on his face. Jealousy? He walked into the room and set a large duffel bag on the entryway table. "I've brought everything you requested, sir. Will there be–" Axel's eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open as he looked past Jonathan, his eyes following something. Jonathan whipped his head over his shoulder to see Clarissa stumbling into the en suite, her unclasped, lace bra, barely covering her breasts. Shit.
Jonathan looked back at Axel and growled. "Get the fuck out of here Mortmain. Don't come back unless I call you." Axel nodded and quickly exited, closing the door behind him. I may have to kill him. Jonathan heard the fake wall slide shut, hiding them. He quickly pulled his red sweater over his head and kicked off his boots and jeans, leaving himself in his red boxer briefs. He took a deep cleansing breath and rubbed his burgeoning hard on. He heard the shower start and his Clarissa squeal. Jonathan walked over to the duffle bag and pulled a small black case out. He then pulled off his boxers, stalked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Jace leaned back in his seat and looked out the window, watching the ground disappear, as the plane took off for Idris. It would be ten hours before he would meet his cousin, Will Herondale at Alicante Airport. Will got him a direct flight on a private jet, courtesy of Clary's aunt, Amatis Graymark, Chief Garroway's sister. Ten fucking hours. He wouldn't be able to get to Clary until tomorrow evening, with the time difference. Jace took a drink from his water bottle, his hands shaking, thinking about what Jonathan may be doing to Clary. She had sounded terrified on the phone.
He was confused at first, when he received a texted voicemail file from Clary. Having just gotten off the phone with Will, he had been packing to go to the airport. Curious, he listened to the mysterious voicemail and nearly screamed. He immediately sent it to Alec and told him to get it to Chief Lightwood and Maryse. Evidence. Clary had sent key evidence in re-opening the arson, now possible murder investigation of Jocelyn Fray-Garroway and Chief Garroway. Where had she found this voicemail? She must have found her old phone somehow. He had tried to call Clary, but she didn't pick up. He left her a quick voicemail and waited for her to call back, as he finished packing. He thought about everything Will had told him and shook his head. He had so much to tell her… to warn her about. They had to get her the fuck away from the Morgensterns. Especially Jonathan.
Those fucking crooked Morgensterns had his Clary and he had to get her back. They were bad. Really bad. Drug lords, criminals, human traffickers, hiding behind their old money, business empire, and family name. And they're trying to absorb Clary into their circle. He had been shocked and pissed when he got the picture text from Will, with his hands all over Clary. Then he had received the rest of the pictures. Clary at the bar with Jonathan, obviously on a date… but his blood went cold when he saw Sebastian's bodyguard, Crest White Strip Bitch as Simon called him, trying to get close to her. Was he with Jonathan? Did Jonathan know Sebastian? It wasn't until he talked to Will, that he had learned that Sebastian was alive and Sebastian Verlac was Jonathan Fucking Morgenstern.
Jace called Will back and he picked up immediately, his deep London accent sounding urgent. "Hello, cousin. Sorry for the stir-up with the photos, I just needed your attention." Jace cleared his throat. "Yeah, I got that, Will. What the fuck is going on and why are you with my girlfriend in Idris?" Smarmy asshole.
Will hummed. "Indeed. I was under the impression that the alluring Miss Fray was recently single… I'm kidding. I know all about you two. So Jace, mate, you better sit down. First off, I'm not just a London detective, as our family thinks. I am actually an agent with MI6… and so was Luke Garroway, aka, Lucian Graymark. I've been working with him, your Chief Garroway, for the past few years to nail Valentine Morgenstern, with no success. That is until I was contacted by Amatis Graymark a few weeks ago…" Jace furrowed his brows. Clary's aunt? Luke, an MI6 agent? Could he have been any more awesome?
Will went on to tell Jace that Luke had tried to get Amatis to flip on Valentine for years, but she had refused, feeling trapped and fearing for her life. She had tried to keep Clary a secret from Valentine over the years. Jocelyn was never sure if Luke or Valentine was Clary's biological daughter and wanted to protect her. It wasn't until Amatis realized that Valentine had discovered Clary in Rome that she had second thoughts… especially when it became clear that Jonathan had developed an unhealthy fixation with Clary. He had become obsessed with bringing her to Idris and making her his woman. Amatis told Will that Jonathan could be very dangerous and violent and she didn't want him to hurt her niece. Valentine had forced Amatis to help him concoct a plan to lure Clary to Idris using her mother's artwork, which she had followed through with, under great duress. When Valentine revealed his plans to force Clary to be with Jonathan because of some ridiculous delusion about revenge against Luke and perpetuating the Morgenstern line with pure Idrian blood, with their eventual children, Amatis had pushed back.
Valentine had been angered by her refusal to manipulate Clary to be with Jonathan and banished her to Alicante, isolating her from Clary. That was when she had called a secret phone number Luke had given her, and talked to Will Herondale. For immunity and the stipulation that Clary be rescued from Morgenstern Manor, Amatis had agreed to spill everything she knew about Valentine and Jonathan Morgenstern. During her reports to Will, she had indicated that Jonathan had taken over the party-drug portion of the Morgenstern empire, under the alias Sebastian Verlac. Jace had nearly lost it. Jonathan was Sebastian.
Jace told Will all about Sebastian, Kaelie, Seelie, his drugging, assault and attempted kidnapping of Clary. Will had been appalled, but not surprised. Amatis had indicated that Jonathan had an affinity for manipulating women to do his bidding, using money, drugs, and sex. Jace suspected that Seelie, Kaelie, and Carrie were just the tip of the iceberg with Morgenstern. Will told him that the bodyguard was Axel Mortmain and was a known rapist, sadist, and murderer, in the underworld… also known for a perversion or kink about petite redheaded women.
Will had stopped his story then and Jace sat in stunned silence. "Jace, I have spoken with Commissioner Maryse Trueblood, on your behalf. She was aware of Chief Garroway's affiliation with MI6. She has agreed to allow you to collaborate with my team to retrieve Clary from Morgenstern Manor and possible extradition of Jonathan Morgenstern to New York for drugs, sexual assault, and murder. So, cousin, are you okay with being my deputy and following orders?" Jace hadn't even hesitated. "When do we leave, Will?"
He was lacing up his boots when his phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking him from his memories. Relieved to see it was Clary, he enabled call recording and answered it. She had quickly cut him off when he answered.
"Jace, listen to me. Jonathan has my lost phone that I lost at the airport…he– I think he's been stalking me. He's been drugging me, trying to get me to sleep with him. I think he killed my parents, Jace. Oh my god, I'm so scared. I'm h-hiding– he's going to find me and then– he's going to–" Jace had nearly lost it when he heard the terror in her voice, her sobs. He tried to tell her that he was on his way to get her, he and Will… that he loved her, to stay hidden, then she had screamed and the call ended. Jace felt his heart racing as he ran wildly around his apartment, wrecking it, feeling helpless. He had found her. Jonathan had found her… Sebastian– or that fucking Mortmain. She was thousands of miles away, trapped in an isolated estate with the fucking piece of shit that tried to rape her and he had her again. Jace tried to call her back a few times, but it went straight to voicemail. He felt sick. If that motherfucker… I'm going to kill him. He took deep steadying breaths, grabbed his bags and left for the airport. I'm coming, Clary. I love you.
Jonathan stepped into the steamy bathroom and set the black case on the counter. Opening it, he pulled out a tiny, prefilled syringe and squirted half of it in the sink. He only planned to give her a half-dose of the reversal drug. He still wanted her pliant, just didn't want her to pass out on him, like she did in the limo on New Year's Eve. He set it on the counter, for later. A little fun in the shower first. He opened the shower door and slipped behind Clary. His breathing increased as he watched the water run down her back and over her toned ass. She had her hands up, rubbing conditioner through her thick hair. She hummed a mindless tune and swayed her hips back and forth to the tune. She is still so wasted. That ass is so…god. Jonathan swallowed and grabbed his painfully hard dick, pumping it a few times. Enough waiting.
He stepped up close behind her and ground his arousal against her. He reached for the body wash and filled his palm. Clary jumped and squealed as he wrapped his arms around her and began to massage the wash up and down her body. "Jon… I'm already clean… I'm going… somewhere?" Her words slurred as she rinsed her long hair. Jonathan hummed in his throat and slid his hand down between her legs, gently slipping his fingers into her delicate folds. "I'm just making sure you didn't miss anything, love. You're not going anywhere, Clarissa. Did you forget that you want to stay here forever?" Clary gasped and arched her back as he slipped a finger inside of her, rolling his thumb over her clit. Her internal muscles clenched in pleasure around his probing finger. She is so ready, and so am I.
He wrapped his other arm across her chest, groping her breasts and kissing her neck. "I want you, Clarissa. I've waited long enough. Let me make you feel so good." She whimpered when he removed his hand from between her legs and she turned around, her nipples brushing against his stomach. Jonathan looked down between them, watching her breasts smash against him as he pulled her closer. God. I am so fucking hard. Clary filled her hand with body wash and ran her hands up and down his back and around his neck. Jonathan leaned down and smashed his lips against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth. They kissed for a few minutes, then broke to catch their breath. Jonathan returned to kissing and sucking her neck. Clary whimpered, dropped the body wash on the shower floor and wrapped a hand around his dick. She looked down at it and giggled. "So big… that's what she said." He groaned and pulled back and looked at her. "Now, Clarissa. I want you now." She looked up at him with blurred, half-closed eyes. "Jon…" She is so out of it. I almost feel bad. But not quite.
He rinsed them both off and pulled her out of the shower. He dried her off and wrapped her in a towel. She looked in the mirror, swaying back and forth, humming and brushing her hair. Jonathan stepped behind her with the syringe in his hand and pulled off her towel, pushing her forward. She giggled and bent over, resting her hands on the counter. "Are you gonna frisk me officer?" Jonathan laughed and raised his eyebrows, his dick aching in need. I'm going to bust. Clary yelped and jumped, as he quickly poked the syringe into her upper right butt cheek, pushing the reversal drug, then disposed of the needle. "Sorry love, you should start feeling a little more clear-headed in about thirty minutes. Until then, let's go lay down." Clary frowned at him and pouted her lips. "No no… I'm pretty fucked up, Jon. I should just go back to my room…" Clary blinked her eyes and rubbed her hands over her breasts, squeezing them together absent-mindedly, her arousal still stoking. God. I love Faerie Nectar. I should pour it over her Cheerios every morning. Jonathan growled, shook his head at her and watched her hands. She squealed as he scooped her up into his arms and bounded over to the bed, dumping her upon it.
Clary looked up at him, her eyes half open and tried to scoot up in the bed. Her breasts bounced as she made little progress. "No, Jon… I don't want- mad at you." Jonathan raked his eyes over her, watching her breasts move as she did, then lower between her legs. She looked freshly waxed. Smirking, he climbed onto the bed and spread her legs apart with his hands, marveling at the view between her legs, as her pink folds opened to him. God damn. He hadn't got a good look at her sweet center, in the limo because it had been so dark. He could barely look away now. "Mad at me, sweet Clarissa? Whatever for?" He leaned down and started licking and nipping up her thighs, stroking them and pushing them open wider with his hands. Clary moaned and reached her hands above her head, grasping the duvet. "Oh god, Jon… I- I don't remember why now. But I don't think we should– ohhh."
Clary gasped and threw her head back as Jonathan buried his face between her legs, licking her furiously, as he pushed two fingers inside of her. He swirled his fingers quickly around and pumped them in and out of her tight, wet heat, as he sucked and licked her clit. Mmm… almost ready for all of me. Clary cried out and reached her hands down holding Jonathan's head and rolling her hips with the rhythm of his fingers. Fuck, she's so wild. Jonathan felt her silken walls tighten around his fingers as she made tiny high pitched sounds, climbing to her peak. Jonathan growled, quickly added a third finger and curled them all back and forth inside of her, as he roughly sucked her clit in and out of his mouth. Clary screamed his name, her pussy exploding around his fingers and tongue. He pulled his fingers from her pulsating heat and sat back on his knees, watching her writhe and pant in pleasure. She is stunning.
He smirked down at his beautiful Clarissa and climbed higher, laying on top of her. She was still panting and smiled sweetly up at him, her emerald eyes seemed clearer. The reversal drug should be starting to work. Good. I want her to feel all of this. Jonathan nudged her thighs apart with his knees and pressed his erection against her center. Clary moaned and rolled her hips against his hardness. He took her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head and licked and nipped up her neck to her ear and murmured. "I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy now, Clarissa. I'm going to make you scream my name as I plunge my big cock into you… and you are going to like it. Do you understand me?" Clary's eyes widened and she bit her lip and nodded. Jonathan knew one of Clary's kinks was dirty talk. She liked to be ordered around with crude language. He liked doing it too. Jonathan stared intensely into Clary's eyes as he lined himself up, prodding her wet opening with his aching cock, he slowly pushed inside of her, until he was sunk to the hilt. Oh fuck. The tightest—
Clary gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist, rolling her hips, pulling against his hands that pinned her wrists. She whimpered in his ear. "Oh god, oh god… so big!" Jonathan groaned loudly and stilled himself, allowing her to acclimate to his size. He rested his forehead against hers. So fucking tight and wet. I know I won't last long. Jonathan took a deep breath and began to move inside of her, pumping into her tight heat. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, moaning into her mouth. "Mine. You're mine, Clarissa." Clary gasped as his speed picked up and returned his voracious kisses, meeting his powerful thrusts. She rolled her hips and gasped. Jonathan had never been more turned on in his life than when he finally got to feel Clarissa's velvet muscles clamp deliciously around his dick, as she climbed towards her peak.
He ran his mouth down her neck to the junction between her neck and shoulder, sucking and biting, leaving a large dark purple spot. Jonathan pulled his head back, relishing the mark he left on her. Mine. Clary's pussy tightened harder around him and Jonathan knew she was getting close. Jonathan felt himself getting harder and reached down, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Plunging even deeper at this new angle, Jonathan began to thrust furiously into Clary, chasing his finish, needing to fill her up. Clary arched her back and grasped her breasts, rolling them under her hands as she looked up at him, whimpering tiny high pitched sounds. Jonathan grunted, returning her lustful gaze. Clary screamed his name and clenched her muscles one more torturous time before her heated walls finally fluttered deliciously around him. So fucking tight.
Jonathan became frenzied, pinning her wrists back to the bed, racing towards his peak, he pounded into her mercilessly, through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure. Clary screamed beneath him. Letting out a primal growl, he thrust once more, harder than ever, and exploded deep inside of her. He growled, slowly pumping and emptying himself into Clary, relishing the sensations of her post orgasm quivering. They both panted and stared into each other's eyes, until he noticed her eyes drooping sleepily. Jonathan wrapped his arms around Clary and carefully flipped them over, pulling her on top of him, still joined. Clary's legs straddled him and she relaxed against him, falling asleep on his chest. He gathered her thick hair into his hands and stroked her curls, then wrapped his arms around her tightly.
He wondered again if she would remember the events that had transpired that night. He hadn't liked the fear and mistrust in her eyes. He wanted her to like him, trust him… love him. The third, largest dose of the Faerie Nectar had been quite potent and she had still tried to deny him, unsuccessfully, but she still tried. She is so strong. If she didn't remember, their altercations, he would have to concoct a good story about how she got her bruises… and why she was locked in her new quarters. Tricky. My Clarissa is no fool. It will have to be a good one. He had been foolish to leave the vial in his pocket. She had found it easily and had tried to leave him, out of fear. She had been traumatized by him– the other him… Sebastian. She seemed so terrified, that Jonathan wondered if there was another reason she tried to flee. I'll have to think about that.
He was pulled from his thoughts, his arousal rekindling inside of Clary. He could feel her tight muscles clench around him off and on as she slept and hummed. What is she dreaming about? Naughty girl… it better be me. Jonathan slowly began to pump up into his sleeping beauty, trying not to wake her. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to separate from her body. Jonathan smirked as he pulled the covers up, covering them both. Finally all mine.