It's the Prince and Princess of Manhattan. That's what everyone was calling them. Sebastian Valmont and Cassandra Merteuil. They were the high society, upper class perfect couple. As they entered the grand ballroom in my father's New York mansion, a couple miles from the city everyone turned to watch them. They stared and they gawked and whispered to one another about how beautiful my sister looked and how handsome Sebastian looked. Her long pale pink ball gown cascaded down her body to the marble floor and flowed out behind her. I would never disagree, she was beautiful. We looked very similar in a lot of ways I suppose. We had the same emerald eyes and the same milky white skin. We were both slender and tall with bone structure most girls would kill for. But that's where our similarities stopped. My sister's hair was more of a chestnut colour and mine was a rather dark chocolate brown. My mouth was slightly more fuller then her own and in our personalities we were worlds apart.
She was always the perfect princess both in public and private. I had never seen her act out or do the wrong thing. She always obeyed my mother's instructions and even when it was just the two of us I found her boring. She liked being proper and spending her spare time practising her French and table manners and doing things for charity. She liked to dress in boring pastel colours most of the time and her hair was usually set in classic styles. I was almost completely opposite. Although I suppose if you asked almost anyone they would think we were exactly the same person. Because like Cassandra I was the perfect princess, but only in public. I always did what was necessary for me to maintain my social standing for both myself and my mother. But in private I held a very different life then her. I was seductive and flirty. My spare time activities included snorting cocaine, drinking excessively and having sex. I was passionate, I had a fire in my heart. I rarely ever did anything for anyone else unless it was to maintain my spot in society. I liked wearing black, blue, red and bright purple dresses and loved having my hair just perfectly mussed.
Which is why I mostly didn't understand why Sebastian was with my sister at all. Because he was a lot like me. With both him and my sister only 2 years older then me I grew up with Sebastian. Our families had a long history, a history that existed before any of us were born. So naturally Sebastian was almost like mine and Cassandra's brother until they turned 15 and decided it would be fun to start dating. Both our parents were over joyed when they discovered the couple. 'Oh you two make such a wonderful couple!' Sebastian's mother had said. It made me want to be sick. I was only 13 at the time but knew even back then Sebastian wasn't meant for a girl like my sister. She was boring and placid, she had always been that way. He was indecent and arrogant. But none the less they continued dating.
Three years later and here they are. Sebastian and my sister make their way towards my mother and father. I watch them as Sebastian greets my father with a manly hand shake and my mother with a delicate kiss on her cheek. He says something to her which I'm sure is something along the lines of 'You look lovely tonight Mrs Merteuil.' Which she'll reply to by giggling like an idiot and telling Sebastian what a gentleman he is. My sister playfully slaps Sebastian's arm before my father extends his hand to her and asks her to dance. Of course she agrees nobly and they take to the dance floor and start to waltz to some boring music by some boring string cortet band. Sebastian looks over to me and then excuses himself from my mother before he strides over to me.
"Good evening Kathryn." He says, taking my hand and kissing it like a true gentleman.
"Fuck off, Valmont." I say, pulling my hand back in disgust.
"So lady like." He jokes, moving slightly behind the marble pillar I am standing in front of and taking a swig of the flask full of scotch in his pocket. He offers me the flask, I quickly oblige, taking a mouthful and wincing at the burning pain in my throat that I'll never get used to. I'm more of a vodka woman.
"I would have thought Cassie would make you leave that at home." I smirk, knowing very well he hates it when I make it seem like Cassie controls him.
His nose scrunches up in disgust at the thought of any woman controlling him. He looks down at the $6000 watch on his wrist my sister bought him for Christmas 4 months ago
"I need a cigarette." He sighs.
"I need a break." I reply as I turn around and slowly start making my way towards the exit of the ballroom.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"Well, don't you want a cigarette? My mother will absolutely kill you if she sees you light up outside and so will Cassie." I tell him, turning my face to talk to him.
He shrugs his shoulders and quickly glances around the room to ensure neither Cassie, my parents or his parents are watching us. When he's sure they're not he follows me out of the ballroom, down the series of corridors and finally to the back of the house into the pool room. It's almost silent in here. The lights reflect off the clear blue water of the pool and illuminate the room with a blue hue. Sebastian, Cassie and I spent lots of Summers in this pool. I still spend almost every day here doing laps in the peacefulness of the room.
I take a seat on of the the lounge chairs, Sebastian takes the one beside me. There's a small glass side table between us which he places his cigarette case on after removing one. He flicks the switch on his lighter and in an instant his smoke is alight and the air around us fills with the smell of tobacco. Meanwhile I take out the metal crucifix necklace in my purse and wrap it around my hand. At that moment Sebastian doesn't notice but when I start to unscrew the top of the crucifix he snatches it from my hand.
"What the fuck? Give that back." I say.
"No. No way. I told you to give this up didn't I? Yes. A couple of months ago when I caught you doing it on the coffee table in the sitting room that morning." He tells me, holding the necklace out of my reach.
"And I'm sure Cassandra has told you to quit smoking, but you haven't. So give me my crucifix back!" I half yell, knowing very well that the pool room echoes.
For just a slight moment he drops his guard and I snatch the necklace out of his hands. He curses but I just smile at him playfully, unscrewing the top and putting the little metal spoon full of cocaine to my nose before I snort it all up, close my eyes and put my head back, waiting for it to have it's effect.
"I can't believe you snort that shit. Your mom and dad would have you banished if they knew, Kathryn." He says. "And God, if your sister knew…" He trails off.
"Well they don't. You and my dealer are the only ones who know and it's going to stay like that. Unless you'd like Cassie to know you haven't really quit smoking." I threaten, placing the crucifix back in my purse.
"You can be such a bitch." He remarks, exhaling the last bit of cigarette smoke from his mouth before butting it out on the glass table and putting the butt in his pocket.
"Thank you." I reply smugly.
I can feel the cocaine starting to run through my body. It makes me feel alive. Sebastian and I both sit there quietly knowing we should get back to the party but also knowing neither of us want to. He takes the flask out of his jacket pocket once again and takes a swig, extending the flask to me. As I go to grab the plain silver flask Sebastian snatches it back and smirks at me.
"Asshole." I say.
"Bitch." He replies.
I wait until Sebastian relaxes again before I lean over and try to snatch the flask from him but he has anticipated my move and takes my wrist in his hand.
"Not a chance Katie." Sebastian whispers, using a childhood nickname.
I lean over once more to make another move on the flask, this time he doesn't anticipate my move but has quick reflexes and takes my other wrist only he pulls my body towards him and I end up landing on top of him. Both of us are a little taken aback by the move, our bodies flush against each other. My average size breasts are almost falling out of my tight fitting deep purple Cavalli dress as they're pushed against Sebastian's chest. Neither of us anticipated this move. His hands still clutch my wrists, while my legs seem to straddle him. My heart starts to beat faster. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.
"Sorry." I whisper, feeling like anything louder then that someone might hear and catch us in this position.
Sebastian looks me straight in the eye. It's the first time in a long time I've really looked at him and I remember the beautiful sea blue colour of his eyes and the dainty blonde eye lashes. He drops my wrists slowly, our faces are inches apart, I can smell the intoxicating perfume of his cologne on his neck. Did he always smell this damn good? His lips brush mine in a tentative kiss that seems more like he's testing the waters then anything else but it electrifies my body. His lips are soft and pouty and full and I want more. So I kiss him back. I kiss my sister's boyfriend of three years back. His hands find themselves in my hair, clutching chunks of it as our kiss starts to intensify. I find my own hands either side of his face feeling the slight stubble of his cheeks but still very much enjoying the kiss.
It seems like we kiss for hours on end but in reality it only lasted maybe a minute. As our lips part I can't even think straight and at that moment he's not Sebastian, my sister's boyfriend. He's just Sebastian. One of his hands releases my hair and slides down my body to my tiny waist. I can't bring myself to let go of his face though. Nor can I stop myself staring into his eyes. I feel my legs slipping from either side of his body and adjust myself so I won't fall. As I do he moans at the feeling of the contact of our lower halves. I smirk knowing I can make that sound come from his mouth.
"You like that?" I whisper feeling seductive and more like I'm 21 years old then 16.
"Don't." He says half heartedly, clutching my waist.
I slowly grind myself down onto him, liking the feeling of it myself. I can feel the hardness of his cock underneath me and it only makes me want more. He bites his lip this time to stifle anything that might escape but his fingers tugging at my waist tell me more then he knows.
"I like that." I say softly.
His eyes open slowly and his grip loosens on my waist. I'm hovered slightly above his crotch not making contact at that moment but wanting to more than anything. He slides both his hands up the backs of my thighs slowly, everything is new to him I suppose and he's making sure I'm not going to run.
"Not here." He tells me quietly. "It's too open."
I almost sigh in disbelief. But I quickly look around for somewhere we can go. My eyes set upon the sauna room, hidden behind a wall in the pool room. It's private and dark and it wouldn't be the first time I've had a boy in there with me. I get up quickly, Sebastian groans at the loss of contact but hurriedly follows me across the marbled pool room floor and through the sauna door. I don't even turn the lights on so it's dark. I can't make out Sebastian's body at that time, my eyes are still adjusting to the darkness. But I feel a pair of hands grab me from behind and a body rub against my ass. I moan as my senses come alive.
"I can't see." I say to him.
"I'm here." He whispers in my ear, a hand wandering up my right thigh and between my legs.
Sebastian pushes my hair aside and kisses my neck. The kiss vibrates through my whole body His touches make me whimper in pleasure.
"Sit down." He instructs softly.
I feel my way to the wooden bench seat and take a seat. I can only just make out Sebastian's outline but I know he's standing in front of me. I hear the sound of his zip and the rustle of his pants as they drop to the floor. He takes my hand and places it on his bare hip. My heart flutters in anticipation. It's not the first time I've been kissed, nor the first time I've been touched or touched someone else and it certainly is not the first time I've had sex but the feeling of everything Sebastian and I were doing made me feel something different, something I've never felt before and this not being able to see him thing made everything feel sexy an dangerous even though it already was.
He guides my hand to his stiff cock which is right in front of my face pretty much. It's bigger then I would have imagined. But feels nice in my hands. He softly moans with each stroke I give him, stroking my cheek with his hand.
"Can I…?" I say, trailing off. I felt embarrassed to ask Sebastian something I knew every man liked. None the less I was afraid Sebastian would reject me.
"Yes." He immediately says.
My mouth hovers around his cock. I let my lips graze it at different points and my tongue dart out and touch it only slightly. He grows impatient and tells me to stop being a tease or he'll shove it in my mouth. I smirk to myself knowing I can tease him but take it in my mouth anyway. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, licking and tasting it. I bob up and down on his cock before surprising him with trying to deep throat it. I can get most of it in before I start to gag and I think he's rather surprised.
"Shit. Don't do that." He tells me.
"Why?" I ask, pulling back.
"Because if you do, I might just cum and I won't be able to warn you or stop it." He says honestly, stroking his cock in one hand.
My stomach flips knowing I can give Sebastian that feeling.
"Where are you and why aren't you sucking my cock?" He teases, I can hear the smile on his mouth.
"Come find me." I whisper seductively.
I quickly strip myself of my dress leaving myself revealing in just my blue and silver see-through lace panties and matching bra. I listen for him feeling around the bench until finally he touches my leg. By this time he's also sitting on the bench. His hand slides up my leg until he reaches just before my panty line and gasps.
"You took off your dress. Please tell me you're not naked. I don't know if I can handle you being naked right now." He says.
"I have underwear on." I offer. "I'll show you."
I feel my way over to him and climb on top of him until my legs are either side of him on the bench just like we had been on the lounge chair only sitting up this time. I take both his hands and place them on my hips. I don't know when he removed his jacket and shirt but our chests are almost touching and I can feel the nakedness. My hands rake over his torso. I feel the abs that have formed on his stomach and remember when he never had them.
"Shit." He breathes. "You're too sexy for 16."
His hands move to my ass where he squeezes it roughly and pushes me down onto his crotch. I am dripping wet and want nothing more then to be touched and fucked. He slides one hand underneath me and feels the wetness that has soaked through my panties. I almost feel embarrassed before he groans a little. He kisses my collar bone and makes his way between my breasts with a line of kisses. It distracts me from the fact that his fingers are slipping beneath my panties and are touching my pussy.
It's my turn to moan and I do rather surprisingly as I don't expect the feeling of his fingers caressing my pussy. He gives a chuckle against my breasts at my outburst and undoes my bra with the other hand. My breasts free from the restraint, he is more then happy to know this. He kisses and licks them, sharing the passion between both my breasts and still caressing my pussy. I gasp as a finger slips inside me, unexpectedly.
"Sorry. Are you okay?" He asks.
"It was unexpected. I'm fine." I reply.
Sebastian relinquishes his fingers from my panties and brings his hands back to my waist. I am disappointed at the loss of his touch but don't let him know that. I grind down on him, feeling more of him now that we are less clothed. For a few seconds he enjoys it, pulling me down harder on him and making noises of pleasure. But as I start to grind harder and get more into it he steadies me.
"Wait." He whispers.
"Did you hear something?" I ask, worried.
"No. No. It's just…we should stop." He says.
"What?" I ask, baffled and slightly annoyed.
"This is wrong. Shit. This is really wrong." He says more to himself then me.
I laugh quietly and don't take him seriously so instead of stopping I rake my nails over his chest and down into his underwear and grab his hard cock with my hand. His body tenses at my touch. I kiss his neck and his cheek and do my best to seduce him. He relaxes for a little bit. I take his cock out of his underwear and move my own to the side. I feel his body buzzing with anticipation as is my own. As I slide my wet pussy across his cock to give him a tease he all but cries out in pure pleasure.
"Fuck me." I whisper into his ear.
That's when he freezes. He grabs my waist and pushes me off him until I'm sitting on the bench and he's standing up. At this point my eyes have well adjusted to the darkness of the room and I can make out most of Sebastian's features.
"What are you doing?" I ask, offended he would push me around like that.
"I can't do this." He says as he slides his pants back on.
"Excuse me?" I say.
"Shit. This was stupid." Sebastian reveals, buttoning his shirt up blindly.
"Do you not want to fuck me?" I scoff.
Sebastian gives an awkward laugh. "I want to. Trust me. I really want to. You're so goddamn…incredibly…just…well you know what you are, Kathryn. But this is not right. Your sister is out there probably wondering where the fuck you and I got to and I'm in here just about to fuck her 16 year old sister."
"So?" I say.
"So Kathryn I can't." He tells me. "Get dressed please. I'm going to go out there and tell them you were upset about some guy at school and I was comforting you."
He exits the sauna in a hurry but I follow him out into the pool room still in just my underwear.
"Sebastian!" I call out feeling ripped off.
He turns around and stares at me. His eyes go from my head to my feet and back up over and over. I know he's checking me out, I know he's looking at my breasts and wishing I was also wearing no panties.
"Please get dressed." He says like I'm torturing him.
"No." I defiantly say.
"Kathryn…" He whines, taking a few steps towards me.
"No." I say more quietly and placid.
"Fuck Kathryn! Why can't you just do what I ask?" He growls still getting closer to me.
"I did remember? I sat down when you asked. I stopped deep throating you when you said so and I kept sucking your cock when you wanted me to." I smirk.
He bites down on his lip hard. He's almost in front of me.
"Kathryn this isn't right." He whimpers, but I can feel him giving in.
I don't say anything. I take the waist band of my panties and slowly pull them down, looking at him directly. They slide over my hips and down my thighs. He's watching me intently, his body is yearning for me I can tell. Finally I drop them to the floor.
"Oops." I say.
"Fuck you." He says before he storms the rest of the way over to me and plants his mouth on mine.
We stumble backwards back into the sauna until he slams me against a wall. It hurts and he's being rough but he's turning me on more then he did before and I can't help but enjoy it. He kisses me passionately, his hands pulling at my hair and touching me all over. This time he does not stop when I gasp as he shoves a finger inside me, he keeps it at a steady pace until he's moved two fingers inside me and I'm stroking his cock.
"Fuck you're tight." He tells me, gasping for air after breaking from our kiss.
I push him away from me and push him down onto the bench. His body hits the bench hard and fast. I climb atop him and slide my pussy down on to him before he can stop me. He immediately takes my waist and starts moving my body on him. I follow his lead, riding him like I had done to so many other guys before him only this was better. His hands grope my ass and my breasts, he kisses and sucks every inch of me he can reach at that point. We're both moaning and groaning and grasping each other for more. After all the build up before hand, all the touching and kissing and teasing it's not long before I want to cum.
"Sebastian…" I moan. "God, Seb. I'm gonna cum." I whisper into his ear.
"Not yet." He moans, slamming his hips into me as I ride him. "Not yet."
I try to think of other things to take my mind off the inexplicable pleasure I'm feeling. He slaps my ass cheek hard and I squeal out at the sharp pain.
"Asshole." I shoot at him.
He smirks at me. "Are you on birth control?" He asks, his eyes tightly closed.
"Yes." I reply.
"Good." He says.
His fingers start to work my clit quickly which isn't a good idea unless he's trying to make me cum. He rubs me and I fuck him and it's so good I want to scream and yell out how good it is.
"Now you can cum." He moans.
His cock pulses inside me and the feeling overwhelms me. I tighten around his cock, my pussy clenching him. I cum all over his cock and just as I do I feel his own body repeat my actions. He releases inside me with very few actual words and more cuss words then anything. He keeps my hips gyrating on top of him, getting slower and slower until we've finally stopped. Both of us are breathless and exasperated. Neither of us want to move. My body is numb with pleasure. I feel almost like I could float away I'm feeling that good. His hand rubs over my ass cheek one more time before he breaks our silence of breathlessness and exasperation.
"My God." He says.
"Aren't you glad you stayed?" I smirk, running my hand through his curls.
"I suppose." He replies with an air of sarcasm.
I slap his chest. "Don't be a jerk."
"That was honestly the best sex I've ever had." He tells me.
"I know." I reply.
We both laugh before both of us know it's time to get back to the real world.
"Don't tell anyone okay?" He says. "Please."
"You really think I'm going to go run off and tell my sister I just fucked her boyfriend? My mother would murder me." I tell him.
"Well, you can be a bitch sometimes." He chuckles.
Both of us get dressed and make our way back to the ballroom after carefully checking our appearances. We've been gone almost 2 hours. As we re-enter the ballroom Cassie is talking angrily to our mother and my father is talking with Sebastian's parents. Everyone else has not even noticed our disappearance. Cassie notices us and angrily walks over to him, she grabs us both by the arm.
"Where have you two been!" She asks, slightly raising her voice.
"Sorry babe. Kathryn was upset about this guy who well, basically he fucked her and dumped her and I was consoling her. Sorry. I know we were gone for a long time but I was really concerned about her." Sebastian lies.
Cassie looks at me and smiles sweetly. "Oh. I'm so sorry Katie. I didn't know. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I reply.
"Just remember that not all guys are gentlemen like Sebastian here. Okay? I'm sure there's someone out there for you, you may just not be as lucky to find someone so soon." She offers.
I feel angry that she would even say that to me. Little does she know her perfect gentleman Sebastian was just fucking her 16 year old sister in the sauna.
"I know. Now if you don't mind, I think Vincent Langrove might want to dance with me." I say, excusing myself and making a beeline for anyone but my sister and Sebastian.
As I look back my sister wraps her arms around Sebastian. He follows suit but his eyes are looking at me.
A/N: This fic will/does contain; sex scenes, sexual references, drugs, language and possibly violence.
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