Cruel Love Anthology
Disclaimer: Not mine. Boo Hoo.
Author's Note: So yeah, this one features Sebastian/Annette sex. Sorry, but as you'll read it was necessary. Technically there's no Kathryn/Sebastian hook-up, but rest assured the chapter is really all about them anyway.
Chapter Summary: "You called me Kathryn." A slip of the tongue lands Sebastian in hot water and leaves Annette with some difficult questions.
Y is for Yearning
Sebastian was drowning in warmth. Bracing his forearms against the mattress he slowly drew his hips back before lunging forward again into her welcoming, moist, heat. Their joining elicited a gasp from her and a groan from him. He repeated the motion over and over again until his balls began to draw up and his thighs trembled in anticipation. He was close.
Running his hands down the soft skin of her arms, he grasped her delicate wrists and drew them up to rest on her pillow. He pinned her down in an act of dominance. She whimpered, but he couldn't be sure if it was from pain or desire. It didn't matter. Sebastian was too lost in his own pleasure to care.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and placed an open mouthed kiss against her heated skin. As his hips continued to surge between her thighs his mind was bombarded by a host of images he had been fruitlessly trying to keep at bay.
Dark silky tresses. Devious, knowing smirk. Pale, coltish limbs. Champagne colored panties. Sexy. Dirty. Fuck...
"Oh god...shit..." he gasped. He squeezed her wrists tighter and plowed into her harder. Sebastian was helpless to hold himself back. He was there. He was fucking there. "Oh fuck...yes...Kathryn..."
Slamming his eyes shut he exploded in a sudden rush of intense pleasure. He came inside her clenching heat, released a satisfied groan, then collapsed on top of her. In his hazy state it took him a moment to realize that her body and gone completely still beneath him. It wasn't the stillness of a well sated body. She was frozen.
Sebastian pulled back and was greeted by the horror stricken face of the woman he loved. Her delicate mouth hung open and her eyes were impossibly wide in her small face. He watched helplessly as they started to fill with tears.
His gut clenched. Had he hurt her? Had he been too rough? "Annette? Baby, what's wrong?"
"You called me..." she whispered her voice shaky and barely audible, "You called me Kathryn."
No. He couldn't have. There was no way he would have said her name aloud. Not now. Not when he was with...
"No, Annette, I didn't..."
Even as he said it he realized it was a lie. Recalling where his mind was at as he approached his cum he winced inwardly. Of all the stupid things...He would deny it, he decided, but one look at his girlfriend's face told him that ship had sailed. He was fucked.
"Yes, yes you did," she argued her voice rising in a panic.
"Annette-"
"Get off me Sebastian," she ordered as she pushed at his chest. "Get the fuck off me!"
Still stunned over what just happen, he allowed her to push him back with surprising force as she jumped up from the twin sized bed. A rising panic swelled within him. Sebastian reached for her only to have her yank herself from his grasp. "Annette, please," he begged.
She whipped around to face him, with tears in her eyes and a ferocious expression on her face. "Don't. Touch. Me." she spat coldly.
Sebastian watched helplessly from the bed as she moved frantically around her small bedroom. She scooped up the rose colored pajama bottoms she had been wearing when he came over and stepped shakily back into them. She wouldn't look at him.
Running a hand through his hair he got up from the bed as well and started to get dressed. Of all the stupid shit he had done through the years this easily topped the list. Sure he had called a girl the wrong name while he was in bed with them before, but not Annette. Never with Annette. And to call her that name, of all names was beyond idiotic. It was just cruel.
"Annette," he begged, "Please look at me. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say it. It was nothing. A slip of the tongue. Baby, please..."
She didn't seem to hear him as she angrily pushed her arms into her pajama top. She didn't bother with the buttons. "Are you kidding me? Kathryn?! After everything that bitch put me through? Put us through?" Meeting his gaze at last she shook her head, then reminded him, "She nearly killed you Sebastian."
He flinched at the reminder. "I know. It's just-"
"It's just what?" she demanded. "You know, I said nothing when she came back into your life. I didn't even object when you started hanging out with her again. Clearly I should have. I want the truth Sebastian. Are you sleeping with her?"
"No!" he exclaimed. "Of course not. How can you even ask that. I love you Annette."
"You have a funny way of showing it," she cried bitterly. "We haven't seen each other in months and when we do your thinking of her? When you're inside me?" Tears rolled down her face as she choked out, "That's not acceptable Sebastian."
He reached for her, gently embracing her as she cried. He expected her to push him away, but to his relief she sagged against him, burying her face in his shoulder as she sobbed. Sebastian kissed her hair and ran a soothing hand down her back. "Annette, I'm so sorry. You have no idea how sorry. I fucked up, but I assure you it meant nothing. She means nothing to me. I only said her name because I saw her last night-
"Last night?" she murmured against his chest. When she pulled out of his arms he realized his mistake. Her expression looked nearly as stricken as it did when he called her someone else's name. "You were with Kathryn last night?"
"No," he refuted adamantly, "I wasn't with her. We were just hanging out."
"Hanging out? At night? In your dorm room? Alone?"
"Nothing happened!"
She didn't believe him. "Get out Sebastian," she ordered her voice small and her eyes pained.
"No, not until you listen to me," he argued.
He tried to pull her back into his embrace, but she smacked his arms and yanked herself away. "Get out!" she shrieked. "Get the hell out of my room Sebastian!"
When he stood his ground she hit at his chest, her small fists beating against his rib cage as she pushed him towards the door. Sebastian stumbled back. He felt sick as he looked into her tear stained face. He could only recall one time he had seen her like this before. The afternoon he had allowed Kathryn to manipulate him into being a coward and he had broken her heart. Just like he was doing now.
"Annette please," he begged.
"I don't want to hear it," she cried. "I don't want to look at you right now Sebastian. Please leave."
She opened the door and he lingered in the doorway completely at a loss. "Just leave me alone," she sobbed before slamming the door in his face.
Sebastian was left standing in the vacant hallway of the Hargrove apartment. He could hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. His heart, once thought to be a mythical creature, broke at the sound. Reaching for the door handle he contemplated going back inside, but then thought better of it. He fucked up and now he needed to give her space.
"I'm sorry Annette," he murmured into the silence of the narrow corridor.
Turning away he slowly made his way through the vacant apartment. It was quiet and the only light came from the kitchen stove. Sebastian said a silent prayer of thanks to whatever deity who looked after fuck-ups like himself, that Annette's father wasn't at home. The last thing he needed right then was a run in with the man who loathed his very existence. Sebastian didn't even want to think about how the old man would react if ever got wind of this incident.
Departing the Hargrove residence he stepped out into a chilly New York night. It was April, but it felt like November. The cold air whipped against his bare arms, reminding him he had left his jacket behind in her room. It didn't matter. He was numb to the cold.
Sebastian was completely dumbfounded by his own stupidity. How the hell could he have done something so idiotic? "Fucking idiot," he spat at himself as he crossed the street to his awaiting jag. Getting in he slammed the door. He squeezed the leather steering wheel then beat his fists against it in frustration. "Mother fucker!" he cursed loudly drawing the attention of a passerby. "Fuck off!" he hollered at them before tearing away from the curb.
He gunned it down the street, passing carelessly through a red light as he turned on to Broadway and headed uptown. As he swerved through traffic his mind ran wild with various scenarios of how to make this right. Thinking back to Annette's horror stricken face he drew a blank. There were no apologizes or elaborate gifts big enough to make up for this fuck-up.
When he got to another light he slammed on the breaks, nearly hitting the taxi in front of him. He punched the wheel again. Then tried to calm himself down and get his shit together. He would fix this. He would make her see that there was nothing to worry about. He was Sebastian Valmont. He could fix anything god dammit.
Sebastian felt himself start to relax. He popped a cigarette in his mouth and when the light changed he calmly pressed on. Maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought. Once Annette calmed down and realized it was just a slip of the tongue, she'd forgive him.
Maybe.
He knew they should have gone to Maui. That had been their original plan for spring break, but Annette had begged off, wishing to spend their couple weeks of freedom in the city. She wanted to be able to visit her father as well as him. This was a complete foreign concept to Sebastian. He might have been crashing at his father's place while on break from school, but he planned on ignoring the man entirely. He wanted to spend all his time with Annette. Now he wondered if she would ever talk to him again.
Running a frustrated hand through his short hair he thought back to last year and their idyllic spring break. Two weeks in Bora Bora. Beautiful, exotic, warm. Only the two of them, it had been paradise. At that time their relationship was in the best place it had ever been. They were golden and in love. Nothing could come between them. Not parents, not school, not Kathryn Merteuil.
Of course it helped tremendously that Kathryn wasn't speaking to him at the time. Not that it would have mattered if she was, he told himself.
Sebastian sighed. Fucking Kathryn. All roads seemed to lead back to that twisted bitch. He supposed he wasn't totally blameless. He was, after all, the one who kept allowing her to interfere whether intentionally or not. She was forever the demon he refused to shake off.
Annette was right. Kathryn had been responsible for nearly getting him killed. Even though he knew that hadn't been her intentions he still held her accountable for the events of the day. She had sent Ronald after him, they fought and Annette stepped in to put a stop to it and got knocked into oncoming traffic. If it hadn't been for his 'cheap heroics' as Kathryn called it, Annette might have gotten hurt or worse. That he would never have been able to forgive her for.
As it happened though he had gotten hit by that cab instead and paid the price with a shattered knee and some cracked ribs. Sebastian spent the rest of the summer in physical therapy with Annette by his side the entire time. Kathryn meanwhile lingered in the shadows ready to pounce on any sign of weakness.
When Annette had made in known that she knew all of Kathryn's dark twisted secrets and threatened to expose her Kathryn had dropped a bomb of her own: she revealed that mere hours before Sebastian came to Annette's door, hat in hand begging for forgiveness, he had been in her room demanding a fuck and when she refused he had declared war on her. Annette's faith in him stumbled in that moment and it took him hours of coaxing to bring her back around. What followed was another confrontation with Kathryn. She of course refused to apologize for her role in his accident, heated words were exchanged and threats were made. It ended with another declaration of war.
Manchester would become their battle ground. It didn't take Kathryn long to figure out that the best way to get to him was through Annette, so she set about making her life hell. Never directly of course. The ice bitch never got her hands dirty, she had her little minions do it for her. Word quickly spread about their relationship and how Annette's manifesto was a complete sham. She spread rumors that it was all bullshit to begins with and that the headmaster's daughter was actually a raging nympho, that she got knocked up at her last school and yet another that she had met Sebastian while pulling a train at some orgy. Annette's reputation at Manchester was set in stone before she even stepped inside.
Sebastian of course was by no means idle. As soon as the rumors started to spread he began his own covert campaign to get Kathryn tossed out of the student body president position. He had one of her rivals claim election fraud and had Annette urge her father for a recount. They held another election and this time Sebastian made sure she lost thanks to a couple of bribes placed to some student council geeks.
He didn't stop there. Using some of his influence on the female student body, which yes wasn't as prolific as it once was but still held some weight, he made Cecile Caldwell one of the most popular girls in school. He spread rumors that she was the best lay he ever had. Over night the other girls regarded her with awe while every straight guy on campus lusted after her. Of course she was too busy juggling Ronald and Court to be bothered with any more men, but it didn't matter. Kathryn was forced into remaining Cecile's best friend and watch hopelessly as she went back and forth between Kathryn's former lovers, who no longer wished to have anything to do with the ice princess.
Their games went on for months, until Annette finally snapped. She was sick of being collateral damage in his fight with Kathryn. She had enough of their 'war' so she issued him an ultimatum. Either let it go or she'd leave him. Of course it was a no brainer. He told Kathryn he was done. She won.
In a moment of pure perfect timing his father came home and announced he and his stepmother, the gold-digging whore, were divorcing. Immediately. Evidently she found him in his Paris penthouse fucking some underage model and finally had it. She took a nice hunk of his fortune and the townhouse on 79th but it was worth it to finally be rid of that bitch and her spawn he once called his closest friend.
As soon as Sebastian moved out any sort of relationship he had with Kathryn came to an end. From that point on she ignored him completely. Total radio silence. When they passed in the halls she looked right past him. If he saw her at parties she looked the other way. There was no more slut shaming of Annette. She too seemed to be permanently off of her radar. They were in a word, free.
On one hand Sebastian was delighted. Finally they could relax and be happy together without fear of what Kathryn would do next. Life settled down and Sebastian felt like he could breath again. At the same time however he had this odd nagging feeling like something was missing. He was horrified when he realized what it was. He missed Kathryn. Even after everything she did to him, to Annette, he missed her presence in his life. It was twisted, but he felt a void that not even Annette could fill.
Of course he kept this to himself and continued on with Annette as if everything was normal. They graduated and spent a perfect summer together. When he found out through Blaine that Kathryn had gone off to Rome for the summer, he feigned indifference. Secretly though he wondered. He wondered if she was feeling it to. Something was missing.
Then he would remember that little speech she gave about him being her toy and the way she sneered at him when he was laid up in that hospital bed and he realized it was for the best. His relationship with Kathryn was toxic. The best thing for him was to be as far away from her scheming ass as possible.
Fate however was a fickle bitch and she wasn't done with him and Kathryn. Not by a long shot.
Once again Kathryn would be responsible for tearing him and Annette apart although this time, ironically enough, it was completely unintentional. Years before they got together Annette had planned to go to med school to become a pediatric surgeon. Specifically she wanted to go to Cornell University. The whole reason her father had taken the job at Manchester was to increase his daughter's chances of getting in. It worked. She got her acceptance letter in the fall.
Oddly enough Sebastian future was right on course as well, thanks to his former stepsister. Before he met Annette, back when they were thick as thieves, Kathryn applied to Yale and decided Sebastian would apply as well. Truth be told, Valmont never gave much thought to college or his future in general. This annoyed Kathryn greatly as she had her future completely mapped out and she thought he should at least have some sort of game plan.
"You can't spend your entire life being a fuck-up Valmont," she huffed. "It might be cute now, but in five years it will just be pathetic."
"Ah baby, I'll always be cute"
She had rolled her eyes at his lack of direction and decided then and there that he would attend Yale with her. She filled out the application for him, swiped one of his essay's from school, and then did god knows what, because not long into senior year he found out he was accepted. Sebastian had been shocked. Annette happy, but apprehensive. He tossed the acceptance letter aside telling her it didn't matter. He would go to Cornell with her.
Then his father, in a rare display of parenting, put his foot down and insisted he was going to Yale. It was miracle he was accepted in the first place and he'd be damned if his only son tossed it away just to chase after some low-rent piece of ass.
They had it out of course, but in the end his father held the purse strings until he turned twenty one. It was too late at that point to get any sort of scholarship so he was effectively screwed. It was either attend Yale or be cut off for good.
Not surprisingly Annette volunteered to change schools. She was smart enough and had plenty of extra-curriculars, not to mention the fact that her father was the headmaster of one of the most prestigious prep school's in the country. She'd have no problem getting into Yale, but Sebastian wouldn't let her. She had sacrificed so much to be with him already, he couldn't make her give up her dream too. No, he she would go to Cornell and he would go to Yale.
His plan was to get kicked out. Not right away, but he'd wait for the right opportunity, wait until his father had his own crisis to deal with when he wouldn't give a shit what his son was doing. Knowing his father he wouldn't have to wait long.
In the meantime he had gone off to Yale and as luck would have it guess who showed up in one of his first classes? The former step-bitch herself. Judging by the look she leveled at him when she stepped into their European Lit class, she wasn't any happier to see him than he was to see her. She sneered at him, before turning her back and ignoring him just as she had before. He assumed it was destined to be same old same old between them. What he hadn't anticipated was a mutual enemy bringing them back together.
Carter Grayson. Douchebag asshole personified. He was from a wealthy, well-connected family in California and already had a reputation around campus as a misanthropic dickwad. However, since he was attractive, rich and held a small amount of charm most people chose to overlook his lesser qualities. Sebastian had met him on a few occasions, but never gave him a second thought until he cornered him at a party and propositioned him.
He hadn't been terribly surprised and he doubted Carter was gay, he just got off on dominating anyone who challenged his power. It wasn't like Sebastian had never fucked a guy before, but even if he wasn't committed to someone else he still would never have gone to bed with him. Carter was the sort of asshole who could only get off if he was causing his partner physical pain.
When he made it known he had a girlfriend and wasn't interested Carter took in personally. He made it his mission to humiliate and show up Sebastian at each opportunity whether it be in class or socially. For the most part Valmont could give a shit. This wasn't his first time dealing with an asshole like Carter and he knew from experience it was best not to engage.
About a month later a rumor began to circulate, not about him, but his former stepsister. Carter apparently was telling anyone who would listen that he had ass fucked Kathryn at some party. Sebastian had been mildly amused at first, wondering if there was any truth to it. Surely Kathryn was smart enough not to get involved with the likes of Grayson.
Then one afternoon he went back to his room and found Kathryn waiting for him, sitting poised on his bed like she belonged there. He had been so stunned he hadn't said much, but it didn't matter. She did most of the talking. She confessed to him that she had gone to a party, drank a little too much and when she woke up Carter was fucking her ass, calling her a variety of colorful names. Not surprisingly she was pissed and wanted his help to destroy their mutual enemy.
Sebastian's first instincts were to tell her to take a flying leap, but then he saw them. Bruises on her wrists that she quickly covered when she caught him staring. Carter had hurt her. It occurred to him then that Kathryn hadn't been some random piece of ass. The sicko had purposely targeted her because he knew they were once time related. Sebastian might have wanted to physically harm his former stepsister on occasion, but he'd be damned if he'd sit back while someone else put their hands on her. Despite their twisted history he was in.
It hadn't been all that difficult to take the asshole down. Sebastian made him think he'd reconsidered his proposition, went over to his place and drugged his drink. When he was passed out he had a few friends of Blaine's take some incriminating photos with him and a nice pile of cocaine, then posted them on the web. It didn't take long for word to spread around campus and to the dean's office. Carter was forced to take a drug test which he of course failed. The bastard was kicked out of school the following week.
Sebastian, unable to resist needling him, dropped by Grayson's room as he was packing up. He had been furious of course, but also defeated. He accused Valmont of going too far. When he reminded that sick asshole what he had done to Kathryn, he regarded him with outrage.
"I never touched that bitch! I only spread a couple of rumors to taunt you."
"Excuse me?!"
When he confronted Kathryn with Carter's allegations she merely smirked at him. Did he really think she was stupid enough to let herself get taken advantage of by the likes of Carter Grayson? He knew her better than that. Indeed he did. Kathryn was far too smart and cunning to get wasted and make herself vulnerable to a useless asshole like Carter. The bruised wrists and trembling voice had all been for show. When he demanded an explanation as to why she played him, she explained she wanted revenge on Grayson for damaging her rep around campus, but more importantly, she wanted to get him back for what he was doing to him. He's making you into a joke Sebastian. She argued she knew he would do nothing about it so she forced his hand with her little tale of woe.
"I wanted to see if those infamous Valmont balls were still attached."
"You're a demented psychopath"
"Perhaps, but you still missed me."
And there it was. He did miss her. He missed who he was when he was with her. He missed playing on the same team with her. He missed them.
Sebastian knew he should wash his hands of her but he couldn't. He didn't want to. The truth was he had been bored out of his mind the past few months and without Annette there to remind him why he had given up his old ways, he found himself easily being pulled back into Kathryn's orbit. It wasn't like he just forgot everything she had done to him, but he accepted it and knew it was just who she was. He had wounded her so she demolished him. Kathryn would never be sorry, she would always be complicated, but never, ever, boring.
So they became friends of sorts. They hung out, went to parties, spent ridiculous amounts of time debating literature and philosophy like the over educated brats they were. They laughed, and snarked and plotted, falling easily back into their habit of toying with other people's lives for sport. They never made wagers though, some lessons had indeed been learned and not repeated.
In some ways Kathryn had changed as well. Without her mother around to constantly put her down and nag her into submission, it was like she could breathe for the first time. She was still the queen bitch, worshiped and adored by students and faculty alike, but she seemed to care less what other's thought about her. She came and did as she pleased. Of course she still indulged in drugs. but Sebastian noticed it was purely for recreational reasons and not out of necessity. He never spotted that fucking cross around her neck once. She had even given up the bulimia. He was shocked the first time they sat down for a meal and she cleaned her plate without disappearing to the bathroom afterwords.
Annette hadn't exactly been thrilled when she found out they were friendly once again, but he assured her she had nothing to be concerned about. There was nothing sexual between them anymore. He had no desire to fuck Kathryn, his heart belonged to Annette. Besides, they barely saw each other, he argued, they only had a few classes together and sometimes talked at parties.
This was a tremendous lie on two fronts. One, they saw each other all the time. It got to the point where several people assumed they were dating. He supposed they did spend an inordinate amount of time together, but he enjoyed her company, her quick wit and sharp mind and the fact he never knew what she was going to do next. No one engaged him the way Kathryn did, but he couldn't very well tell Annette that. She would never understand, so he downplayed their relationship as much as he could.
As for the sexual aspect...that was more complicated. Gone were the days of Kathryn rubbing up against him and cooing dirty words in his ear to entice him into doing her bidding. There was no more inappropriate touching, groping or lapdances. No longer to she use her cunt to control him.
Not overtly anyway.
Kathryn's seduction strategies were so subtle Sebastian sometimes questioned if it was all in his mind. Was he projecting some latent desire for her on her seemingly innocent actions or was she really trying to seduce him? He could never be sure, when she showed up to take him out in a ridiculously short dress or sheer top if she had done it to entice him. She'd sometimes fall asleep at his place and curl up against him. When she woke up and his morning hard-on greeted her she didn't rub up against it like she used to, but instead ignored it completely. On occasion she'd get trashed at a party and when he brought her home she'd lay her head on his shoulder and call him 'her Sebastian'.
It wasn't like she didn't discuss sex at all. No, she seemed to take great pleasure in telling him all the details of her latest conquest. Sebastian pretended to be bored while hiding his hard-on. He would then hoard away details on her adventures that he would dissect later on when alone. In these moments he would see glimpses of the old Kathryn.
By the end of the semester Sebastian found himself in a constant state of confusion around her. He loved Annette, truly, but he couldn't deny the attraction to Kathryn and the fact that there was this...thing between them. The most frustrating thing was he couldn't tell if the attraction was mutual or if she was just fucking with his head. Sometimes he was confident that she wanted him as well. Other times he couldn't be sure. There was also the fact that she never mentioned Annette. Never. If her name came up in conversation she would always stare at him blankly like she didn't know who he was talking about. After awhile, Sebastian made it a point to discuss her as little as possible.
As for his relationship with Annette, they weren't in the best place. The separation had hurt them just as he secretly feared. Even though New Haven and Ithica weren't terribly far, they didn't see each other as much as they could have. Annette was always too busy studying to make the trip. Sebastian knew he should push her to take a break, but there was always another party or a new club Kathryn was dying to take him to and he got distracted. So they talked on the phone and made a few pathetic attempts at phone sex, but it didn't help. Sebastian had long forgotten his plan to get kicked out of school.
They reunited during winter break and things had been great, comfortable, until one night Annette went out with her father and he decided to go to dinner with Kathryn. Annette lost her shit when she found out. It took him hours of apologizing and assuring her that she had nothing to worry about where Kathryn was concerned. He didn't think about her like that. Nothing inappropriate had ever happened between them.
And this was true. Until last night.
It was the night before he was set to leave for New York for spring break. Rather then spend the night out partying like every other underclassman, he stayed home and finished off To Have and Have Not with of bottle of vintage scotch. His solitude had been interrupted when Kathryn arrived, wearing a ridiculously slinky dress and a flirty grin. She wasn't completely wasted, but clearly, based on how she stumbled over to the bed, more than a little buzzed. Sebastian picked his head up from his book and eyed her curiously over his reading glasses. He hadn't expected her. Although she showed up like this from time to time, he thought she had already left for the city.
She had waved off his questions as she stepped out of her shoes and climbed on the bed. She situated herself opposite him, her bare legs laid out before her. Sebastian gave them a passing glance, feigning indifference. She called him a pussy for spending his last night of freedom cooped up in his dorm room then proceeded to bitch about Hemingway. A misogynistic alcoholic, she called him. They bantered back and forth as they did. Then talk turned to her night out.
Kathryn told him about the guy she had blown in the men's room at some club and how he left her unfulfilled. As she spoke she squirmed against the mattress. Every time she moved the hem of her dress hiked further and further up her thighs. Sebastian swallowed thickly as her panties came into view. Champagne colored and lace. When his gaze met hers and he saw that devilish twinkle in her eyes he knew she was doing it on purpose.
Sebastian's dick hardened not just at the glimpses of her panties, but at the devious stare she was laying on him. He knew that clever brain of hers was consumed with all sort of dirty thoughts and secrets that he was dying to learn. When her teeth began to tug on her bottom lip and her backside continued to move against the bed, lifting her skirt to an obscene height, he set the book he had been reading into his lap to hide his obvious excitement. Not that it was necessary. She clearly knew the effect she had on him.
"It's not fair," she pouted, "He left me all achy."
"Well lucky for you, I hear they make battery operated devices specifically for that problem. I believe you're well acquainted with them."
"Fucker"
She kicked at him playfully and he caught her ankle before she could do any damage. His smiled died on his face when he realized he was touching her. He was touching her and her dress was practically around her waist and his dick was throbbing. There was nothing playful about it.
Sebastian knew he had to stop this. He had a girlfriend who he loved dearly. He shouldn't be in bed with this scantily clad vixen. And he sure as hell shouldn't be eye fucking her the way he was.
Knowing this he was still unable to stop himself. Almost on their own accord, his hands slowly made their way up her slender legs. His dick twitched when he felt her silky skin against his fingertips. He fantasized what her legs would feel like wrapped around his waist, or positioned over his shoulder or pressing against his face as he went down on her.
Christ he could smell her pussy. His mouth actually started to water.
When his hands reached her hips his finger tugged at the delicate waistband of her panties. Kathryn lifted her hips just slightly. It was all he needed. Slowly, almost achingly slow, he tugged the skimpy lace panties down her legs. His eyes never left hers as he removed the garment and laid it beside him on the bed. Shifting against the bed once again her legs easily fell open giving him a view of bare, pink pussy.
Sebastian tried his damnedest to school his features into a look of disinterest, but he was fairly certain he didn't succeed. His heart was beating so loud he was sure she could hear it from across the bed. His gaze swung back and forth from her face to her open thighs as he weighed what to do next. He knew what he wanted to do, he also knew if he acted on his impulses it would destroy his relationship with Annette for good. Then again, she didn't have to know. It wasn't like he was ever going to tell her about Kathryn crawling into his bed in the middle of the night and squirming around without her panties on. What was one more thing?
Swallowing thickly he sat up and leaned towards her. His hand on her ankle he began to glide it up her leg once again when it happened. The phone rang.
They both froze as the ringing cut through the silence. It was coming from Kathryn's clutch. They stared at each other for a long second, before Kathryn flinched first. Closing her legs she leaned across the bed to her purse and retrieved her phone. Sebastian straightened and sat back against the headboard. He watched with furrowed brow as she sat at the edge of the bed, her back to him, her posture stiff and regal. It occurred to him then she wasn't as buzzed as he initially thought.
It was the boyfriend. Andrew or Anderson or something similar. Kathryn had a rotating stable of boyfriends. All handsome, preppy and rich. All completely disposable. She dated them for a few months, cheated on them mercilessly, then got bored and dumped them. Sebastian never even bothered to learn their names.
He opened his book and pretended to read as he listened intently to the call. She cooed to him in that fake debutante drawl she created, spinning some lie about studying at the library. She never told them about him, but he assumed they must have asked her at some point who he was to her. They spent too much time together for it not to come up.
Kathryn made plans to meet up with what's his face then hung up the phone. Without looking at him she rose up from the bed and checked her make-up in the vanity mirror. She bitched about having to play the the role of the doting girlfriend and how happy she was to go back to New York where she could decompress for a little while. She said nothing about what had just happened. When she turned around and gathered her bag Sebastian noticed her gaze briefly drift over to her discarded panties, still laying beside him on the bed, but she made no move to grab them. Instead, she walked around the bed, slipped on her shoes and made for the door. She stopped before leaving and turned back to him.
"Will I see you in New York?"
The question reminded him of Annette and the guilt that had left him earlier suddenly returned in full force. "Probably not," he answered quietly, "I think I have plans."
A knowing look passed over her face."Of course."
She walked over to him then and planted a fleeting kiss on his cheek. When he looked up at her she was smiling. Not that devious smirk of hers, not a smirk at all really, but a genuine smile. She titled her head and ran a hand through his hair.
"See ya later Valmont."
"Good bye Kathryn"
He watched as she departed leaving only the lingering scent of her perfume and of course her fucking panties. Sebastian stared at the wretched item, not knowing what the hell to do with them. If he was smart he'd just toss them out and pretend the whole incident never happened.
However, no one ever accused Sebastian of leading with his brain before. Picking them up he dropped the lacy monstrosity into his bedside table then closed it with a thud. He let out a deep breath resigning to forget the matter entirely, before heading to the shower. He jerked off that night harder than he ever had before. Fucking Kathryn.
Sebastian had arrived home. He didn't go in right away. Instead he found himself sitting in his jag outside his father's Park Avenue penthouse, thinking over the events that led him here. "You're a fucking idiot Valmont," he grumbled to himself. "A goddamn glutton for punishment."
Glancing up he noticed the doorman give him an odd look. He had now been reduced to babbling to himself on the streets of Manhattan. He was one step up from the homeless schizophrenic who was camped out in front of his building. Rolling his eyes he left the car and dragged himself inside for a much needed drink.
When he entered the apartment he was pleased and not at all surprised to find himself alone. He had yet to run into his father since he'd come home. If he played his cards right there was a good possibility he wouldn't run into the old man his entire vacation.
The penthouse was eerily silent as he walked through. His father employed a cook and a maid, but they weren't live-in. Sebastian found himself grateful for this as he welcomed the solitude. Stepping into the darkened living room the only light came from the gigantic floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the city. The subdued city lights were enough to help find his way around to the wet bar where he fixed himself a drink before collapsing on the leather sofa that overlooked the view. Numbly he sipped his drink as he gaze swept over the room. It was very much a bachelor's pad with it's stark black and white color scheme and utter lack of anything resembling coziness or warmth. Sebastian found it rather depressing, but it was fitting given his mood.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his cell phone and stared at it. He wanted to call Annette, but it seemed a fairly pointless sentiment. There was no way she would talk to him right now. He didn't even know what to say to her. Everything he thought of seemed ridiculous and lame. It all sounded like a lie.
And just like that he was thinking about her again. Kathryn. She'd be back in the city by now. Sebastian wondered what she was doing. Flipping through his list of contacts he came across her name. His thumb hovered over the call button. It was stupid. So incredibly stupid give the events of the night and yet...
"Fuck it," he muttered to himself as he hit the button and listened to the phone ring. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Miss me already?"
Sebastian's lips twitched in a smirk. "Hey"
"Hello"
"I thought you'd be out"
"What makes you think I'm not?"
"It's quiet." And she sounded high. There was an indolence to her speech that indicated she was smoking something. Kathryn never smoked up in public. He imagined her at home in her alcove bed, laying among the silk pillows, wearing some scrap of lingerie, smoking a joint. The image reminded him of the countless times he found her like that and his dick began to stir. Grinding his teeth Valmont tried to will it away.
"Hmm," she hummed, "Just got back actually. What about you? I thought you had...plans."
"What makes you think I don't?"
"Because you're calling me," she rasped her voice sounding impossibly sexy.
Before he could stop himself he blurted out, "I fucked up."
The was silence, then a mildly curious, "Oh?"
She thought he was confessing he cheated on Annette. He couldn't tell if she was pleased or indifferent. Not that it mattered. Realizing he now had to tell her what he had done Sebastian took a deep breath then told her in a rush, "I said someone else's name while we were in bed."
"Who?"
He couldn't bring himself to confess the rest of it to her. Wincing as he listened to the silence on the other end he knew Kathryn was too smart not to figure it out. Sure enough when she spoke her voice was filled with wry amusement. "Oh. I see."
"Try not to be too smug," he grumbled.
"Please tell me you were at least doing something particularly nasty at the time"
Sebastian smirked and took a sip of his drink. "Sorry, missionary."
"How disappointing," came her dry reply.
"Thanks for your concern," he drawled sarcastically. Although the truth of the matter was he expected her to gloat much more than she had. He was rather surprised at how sedate she was being. Maybe it was the pot. Looking to change the subject he asked, "How was your night?"
"Hmm fine," she murmured, "I went out with Tuttle."
"Such a loyal little fag hag," he snickered.
"When you're not around someone has to pick up the slack darling," she retorted. "I make an excellent wing man. Thanks to me he left early with two twinks. Twins I think."
Sebastian found himself holding his breath before asking, "How about you, did you go home alone?"
"Yes, but only because I got mine before I left for the night."
"Oh?"
"Tall, dark hair, muscles, older-
"Since when are you into muscles?"
"I took two tabs of E and was horny as fuck. I wasn't at my most selective, but he was fucking hot."
"How nice for you"
"You have no idea," she purred. "He spent nearly half an hour grinding against me, his rock hard cock pushing against my thigh as we moved together. I was so fucking wet."
When Kathryn started talking about her pussy and how horny she was, he found his hand moving over his crotch almost of it's own accord. He rationalized that he should end this, tell her he had another call, anything to stop this from where it was inevitably going, but he couldn't stop himself. Setting his drink down on the coffee table he unfastened his pants and goaded, "Let me guess, this neanderthal spent the whole night dry humping you then came in his pants."
"Not even close," she purred. "He fingered me right there on the dance floor. He diddled my pussy through two orgasms. Shit he had big hands," she sighed.
Sebastian noticed her breathing had become heavier and her voice strained as she spoke. He wondered then if she was touching herself as she talked to him. The thought alone was enough to make him reach into his pants and pull out his now swollen cock. Slowly he stroked himself, wincing in pleasure as he did. Trying to keep his voice even, less she suspect what he was doing he prodded, "And did you leave young Hercules to take care of himself on his own?"
"Are you trying to insinuate that I'm a cock tease?"
"Oh I would never insinuate anything," he chuckled darkly as he thought back to how much joy she used to get in teasing him.
Kathryn giggled likely recalling the same thing. "I miss high school"
"I'm sure you do"
"Actually, he took me to the men's room-
"You seem to end up there a lot lately"
"Jealous?"
Sebastian's hand stilled. "Of course not. I have-
"I know," she replied sounding curt. There was silence for a moment and when she finally spoke her voice had once again taken on that husky quality as she told her tale. "We went to the men's room, but it wasn't empty."
"Don't tell me you...in front of everyone." He didn't know why the idea both turned him on and infuriated him. His grip tightened on his hard on as he jacked himself roughly.
"Not exactly," she breathed, "We went into the bathroom stall, but they could hear us. It was kind of hot. I wondered if some of them were listening and touching themselves..."
He realized then she knew exactly what he was doing on his side of the phone. Rather than stop however he asked, "Did you blow this one too?"
"Uh uh," she grunted, "There wasn't time. We were both too keyed up. He bent me over the toilet, my hands pressed against the back wall while he shoved my dress up to my waist. He pushed my panties between the crack of my ass then spanked me. Hard. I begged him to fuck me then," she gasped.
Sebastian tried to imagine what that sounded like. "The almighty Kathryn Merteuil begged?"
"Fuck yes she did," she panted. "And he didn't make me wait for it. He pulled out his nice long cock and shoved it in me. Didn't even take my panties off first. Jesus, he pounded me so hard and stretched me so good..."
His eyes shut as his brain was flooded by pornographic images all staring her. He pumped his dick faster. "You naughty little bitch," he gasped.
"That's right. I'm a Naughty. Fucking. Bitch," she panted each word and he imagined her squirming against her silk sheets, hand between her legs as she humped against her probing fingers. Sebastian's mouth suddenly went dry.
"Did you come?"
"Yesss," she sighed, "And it was good, but not as good as last night."
His eyes opened and his hand slowed, but didn't stop. "Last night? With what's his face?"
"No, just me. I ditched him for some alone time."
Sebastian's hand spend up. "Oh?"
"I fingered myself for hours," she revealed her voice sounding strained. "I haven't touched myself like that in years. God, I couldn't stop coming."
He winced in pleasure as he thought back to last night. All the things he had been trying to suppress when he was with Annette suddenly came rushing back. Her pale, smooth legs. Her lace panties. That look in her eyes. Her pink, wet pussy. Shit, he was close.
"You left something," he gasped as that familiar wave of pleasure started to approach, "at my place last night."
"Did I?" she asked breathlessly. "I'm so forgetful sometimes."
"You are...you little bitch"
"Fucker," she panted
"Slut"
"Prick"
Hearing her say that in a broken cry was enough to push him over the edge. Pumping his dick in his fist he came with a hoarse groan and a deep shudder. He heard her cry out and it was quickly muffled as if she had pushed her face into the pillow to quiet herself. The phone fell from his hand when he shot off into his fist. "Shit," he muttered as he scooped his cell back up and cradled it against his shoulder. He could hear her panting on the other end.
For a few minutes they said nothing as they both came down from their orgasms. Neither acknowledged what had just happened. They just listened to each other breath. Sebastian leaned across the sofa and grabbed some tissues to clean himself up. He thought he could hear her do the same on her end.
"So do you want my advice?"
He stilled at the question. "Excuse me?"
"With your little problem," she explained. He heard her light up a cigarette and take a drag. "Just tell her you took something before hand. Pills or booze or something"
Sebastian snickered. "She'll never buy that."
"Valmont, she'll believe what she want's to believe," she sighed. "And if she doesn't just tell her about Brad."
"Who the hell is Brad?"
"The love of my life silly," she cooed sarcastically.
"Oh, that poor bastard"
Kathryn let out a husky chuckle. "Just tell her I'm desperately in love and she has nothing to worry about. You and I are just friends, blah, blah, fucking blah."
Yep they were just friends. Friends who had phone sex and flashed each other. Sebastian wasn't sure if Annette would buy that Kathryn was desperately in love with anyone outside of herself, but he supposed it couldn't hurt. "Thanks. I'll give it a try."
"Good. Now I have to go. My buzz is wearing off and I'm getting sleepy. I'll talk to you later."
Sebastian reached for his drink and took a sip. "Alright. Night Kathryn."
"Goodnight." He was about to hang up when she called out to him, "Oh Sebastian, about that item I left at your place..."
"Yes?"
"Keep it"
Click.
He listened to the dial tone for a solid minute before finishing off his bourbon in one gulp and ending the call. Thinking back to her panties that were still locked away in his bedside drawer, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Just thinking about that illicit undergarment made his dick twitch back to life. Dammit.
What the hell was he doing? He just had secret phone sex with someone who wasn't his girlfriend and he was getting hard thinking about a pair of panties that also did not belong to her. If he kept going down this path with Kathryn he was going to loose Annette, if he hadn't already.
Sebastian loved Annette and yet as twisted as it sounded there was a part of him that was a little disappointed Kathryn hadn't tried to talk him out of breaking up with her. If ever there was an opportunity for her to do so it would have been then, but instead she gave him advice to fix his relationship. And he was...irritated.
Which was insane because he didn't want Kathryn. Not like that. Sure he was attracted to her, he probably always would be, but it was nothing more beyond that. Sebastian could never trust her. Yes, over the past few months or so he had seen a different side of her. She wasn't just his scheming Lady Macbeth, whispering naughty suggestions in his ear, tempting him to the dark side. There was a real girl underneath all that cruelty and bravado. One who had been a good friend to him these past months. However, he suspected if anything ever went beyond friendship with them they would automatically revert back to their mind games and double crosses and declarations of war.
None of this mattered anyway, he argued to himself. He loved Annette. Pure, sweet, perfect Annette. The girl who made him realize love wasn't a joke or something to be used as a weapon. The girl who gave up everything for him. That was who he wanted to be with. Not some twisted headcase who would throw him under the bus just for a laugh.
Rising up from the sofa Sebastian went back to the bar and poured himself a double. He downed it quick then took out his phone again. This time he called the woman he should have called the first time around. Just as he expected he got her voice mail. Sebastian left her a message, apologizing once again and asking her to call him in the morning if she was feeling up to it. He ended it by reminding her he loved her.
After hanging up he dropped back down on the sofa and fell asleep dreaming of champagne colored panties and illicit phone calls.
Annette never called the next morning or the morning after that. Sebastian called her however. He left dozens of voice mails, pleading for forgiveness and begging her to call him back. He didn't call Kathryn once.
Five days later he was on the Upper West Side exiting his favorite deli when his phone rang. He stopped in his tracks on the busy sidewalk when he looked down and saw Annette's number. He answered immediately. "Annette?"
He was greeted by silence then her voice came on sounding tentative and small. "Hey Sebastian."
"Oh god I'm so happy you called," he sighed as he leaned back against his jag. "I was worried baby."
"I'm fine. I'm at home."
He nodded, "I thought so. I was going to come by but I thought..."
"I'm glad you didn't. I needed some time to think."
Scared that she was going to launch into some kind of break-up speech he cut her off. "Okay well listen, I want to apologize again for that night. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. I took a Valium right before I came over so I don't know if it fucked with my head or what. Look, nothing is going on between Kathryn and I. In fact she has a boyfriend and believe it or not, I think she really loves him. You have nothing to worry about. It's not like that between us."
"Anymore"
"What do you mean?"
"You wanted her before. Excessively, violently, passionately. I believe that's how you phrased it," she replied bitterly.
Sebastian recognized the words as having come from his journal. Not for the first time, he wished to god he had edited that fucking journal before handing it over to her to read. He grimaced and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Annette, that was a long time ago. Before I met you."
"It doesn't change the fact that you wanted her at one point. I read that journal. You were obsessed with her Sebastian."
"I was not," he argued trying to keep himself calm. "And you know what? It was only sex. That was the only thing I wanted from her. It had nothing to do with love. You, Annette, are the one I love, the one I want to be with. Not her."
There was another long pause, then she asked quietly, "It was just sex?"
"Yes and trust me it's long over with. Look, to prove it to you I won't have anything to do with Kathryn anymore."
"Really? But I thought you two were friends?"
"Not really, we just talk sometimes. Like I said, it's not a big deal, but if it will make you feel better I'll end it. From here on I'll no longer have any more contact with Kathryn."
He realized then and there it was the only solution. If he wanted Annette he was going to have cease all communication with his former stepsister. Sebastian didn't know what the hell he would tell her but he'd figure something out. He had to.
Annette was silent again before telling him, "Alright."
"Good," he sighed. "Now can I see you?"
"I'd like that"
"How about I come over now? You're at your dad's right?"
"Uh, now's not a good time," she explained, "I promised daddy I'd help him look over some things for Manchester. How about we go out to your aunt's? Like we planned?"
Originally, before his enormous fuck-up, they had planned to spend a long weekend at his aunt's estate on Long Island where they met. He had figured that was long off the table given what happened so he was pleased when she suggested it. Sebastian smiled. "That sounds great. Would you like me to pick you up?"
"No," she replied quickly. "Um, I have some things to do tomorrow afternoon so I'll just borrow my dad's car and meet you out there."
"You sure?"
"Yep"
"Alright, well I'll see you then. I love you Annette."
He heard her sigh on the other end. "I love you too Sebastian. Bye"
As he hung up the phone Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he hadn't fucked things up as badly with her as he initially thought. Annette sounded as if she was willing to forgive him and if she could do that then he had to put an end to the thing with Kathryn. It was a small sacrifice he told himself, to be able to hold on to the woman he loved.
That night Kathryn called him twice. Sebastian ignored it both times. There was no point giving into temptation. Kathryn was smart. He rationalized that it wouldn't take her long to figure out he was ignoring her and why. The only question then was how she would react. Would she go back to ignoring him or would she lash out? Valmont panicked briefly wondering if she'd tell Annette about their little phone call or how they'd been inseparable this past semester. He decided would jump that bridge when he came to it, but something told him he had nothing to worry about. Maybe he was just delusional, but he thought Kathryn would understand, if not approve.
The following afternoon Sebastian drove out to the Rosemond estate on Long Island. His aunt was off in London for a few months, but had happily given him permission to use the house, especially when she heard Annette would be there. The old crone loved Annette.
When he arrived he noticed a silver Volvo parked in front. He assumed it was Annette's and was surprised she had beaten him there. He had planned to set up a surprise for her before she came, but it would have to wait.
Sebastian was greeted by one of the servants who told him Ms. Hargrove was waiting for him upstairs. He headed up the long staircase, a bouquet of pink roses, Annette's favorites, in his hand. He checked the guest bedroom she had used in the past and he had come to think of as her's, but found it empty. After checking the upstairs library and finding it also vacant he went to him room.
Stepping inside he halted in his tracks when he saw he wasn't alone. Standing at the window, with her back to him, was a petite brunette dressed in black. Of all the many ways he imagined Kathryn reacting to his blowing her off, crashing his date with Annette wasn't one of them. Shit.
Whipping back around, Sebastian quickly closed the bedroom door. Maybe Annette didn't know she was there yet. Perhaps he could talk to her, make her leave before Annette found out and he lost her for good. "Kathryn," he started for her trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice. "What the hell are you..."
His question died on his lips when she slowly turned around. Sebastian froze. It wasn't Kathryn. It was Annette.
Annette dressed as Kathryn.
"Hello Valmont"
Sebastian barely took note of the fact that she had called him by his last name. Everyone did that except Annette. He was too stunned by her appearance. She had dyed her shoulder length blonde hair the same chestnut brown as his former sisters. Her make-up was done just like Kathryn's and he noticed even her eyes were now the same shade of green. If that wasn't disturbing enough, she was dressed in a sexy, but sophisticated black designer dress and stilettos. Sebastian was fairly positive he had never seen her wear black before.
She looked startlingly like Kathryn. High school Kathryn. Nowadays, Kathryn's hair was longer and she'd taken to wearing white out of some twisted sense of irony, but the effect was the same. It was still clearly Annette under the hair, make-up and expensive clothes. She was Kathryn, but not.
As his gaze raked over her his mouth fell open as he struggled to figured out what the hell was going on. "Annette what the fuck?"
She slowly approached him with a familiar, predatory prowl. He watched her hips swing and was equal parts hypnotized and distressed. "Aren't you pleased to see your favorite sister?"
Placing her hands on his shoulders she slowly moved them down her chest as her lips curved into a smirk. In the two years he had known her, Sebastian could never once recall Annette smirking. He was so startled and unhinged he grasped his girlfriend by the arms and held her back before she could press into him. "What is this?" he demanded.
"I'm giving you what you want silly," she cooed. Even her voice held the same inflection as Kathryn's. Part little girl, part seductress. "Sex with the one person you could never have."
Sebastian's eyebrows rose so high at that he was surprised they didn't reach his hairline. Was she crazy? Had she had some type of psychotic break? Dressing up and role playing the part of the girl she hated more than anyone in the world, wasn't the act of a rational human being. "Annette," he said as calmly as he could, no great feat seeing as he was freaking out, "I don't want that."
For a split second he thought he had gotten through to her, when her mocking smirk disappeared and her head dropped. Sebastian let go of his hold on her. When she looked back at him her Kathryn face was once again in place. She stepped closer to him and placed her hands at his pants. Sebastian gasped when she ran a hand down his crotch. But that wasn't what got his dick hard. Her scent hit him like a fucking truck. She smelled exactly like Kathryn.
Annette began to run her hands along the clothed length of his burgeoning hard-on. "You don't want me," she purred, "but this says otherwise. It's a game Valmont. You like games. You like our games. You want this." Moving closer to him she nuzzled her nose against his neck then whispered, "You can put it anywhere."
Sebastian flinched at that familiar phrase. When Annette pulled back she flicked her tongue teasingly over his lips just like Kathryn used to do. Sebastian found himself becoming increasingly irritated, yet turned on. "Did you memorize that whole fucking journal?" he sneered.
She simply laughed in that fake familiar way that most definitely did not sound like the girl he fell in love with. Stepping away from him then while a teasing, knowing smile played on her lips, Annette turned and slowly climbed onto the bed. She reclined back resting on her hands. The position allowed her ample breasts to push enticingly against the fabric of her dress. "You know what I was thinking about earlier?"
Sebastian's arms flopped against his sides helplessly. "How you lost your fucking mind?"
"No," she smiled, "I was thinking about Mr. Daniels. Do you remember him Sebastian? My high school guidance counselor?"
"I seem to recall a story or two," he replied darkly. Junior year Kathryn had an affair with her married guidance counselor, for no real reason other than she could. It wasn't like she needed anything from the man, Sebastian always just assumed she got off on the naughtiness of it. She's spend an hour fucking the man's brains out between classes then come home and describe to him in vivid detail what he had done to her. It never ceased to get him worked up, especially with Kathryn's special knack for word play. Sometimes if she was feeling particularly generous she would jerk him off afterwords. Sebastian had written about their encounters in striking detail. Apparently, that hadn't been one of the sections Annette had skipped over in her reading.
"I remember this one time, after biology when he called me to his office. As soon as the door closed he forced me face first over his desk and ripped my panties right off." As she spoke Annette's hand began to travel slowly up her thigh then disappear under her dress. Sebastian's groin hardened at the show she put on. He had never seen Annette touch herself in front of him before, though he supposed it really wasn't Annette he was looking at right now, but some Kathryn-ized version of her.
"He fingered my pussy, until I was dripping against the desk," she whispered huskily. Sebastian's brows rose at her vulgar slang. Another first. "Then he slammed into me. Over and over again. God, he felt so good Sebastian, so hard. He loved it when I called him daddy and begged for my orgasm. I came twice right there in his office."
Hearing his beloved girlfriend retell that naughty story made his dick come alive, but it also left him feeling dirty and not in the good way. This was wrong, on so many levels. Sebastian would have loved to have known what the hell was going through Annette's head at the moment, but he suspected she wasn't going to break character for anything.
Sitting up she crawled across the bed to him and reached for his pants. Sebastian watched passively as she unfastened his trousers and reached inside. When he felt her grasp his hard-on, he inhaled sharply, but said nothing. "Do you like hearing about how I fuck other guys?" Annette cooed in her Kathryn-like voice. "Do you imagine it's you in their place? Bending me over furniture, fucking me until I scream? I think you do." She began jerking him off, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of an answer. "I think you love it when I'm a naughty little whore. It makes you hard. Thinking about me being a dirty little slut for my guidance counselor, turns you on doesn't it, brother dear?"
Actually it didn't. Sebastian didn't like thinking of Kathryn and that fucking guidance counselor at all and it had nothing to do with jealousy. It had to do with the true ending to that story. The one he never wrote about in his journal. The one Annette was totally clueless over.
Three months into their affair, Sebastian got a call one night from Kathryn demanding me pick her up from some hotel. When he arrived he found her sitting in the lobby, looking shaken, her clothes wrinkled like she threw them on in a hurry. Apparently Jonathan, the counselor, has arranged a threesome with some friend of his and Kathryn. She was fine with it until he added a special guest star to the mix. His daughter. His fourteen year old daughter. Kathryn, not exactly the most moral of people, freaked out at the prospect of watching the man violate his daughter and left. But not before he left her with a parting gift, a back hand across the face and a warning to keep her mouth shut.
Sebastian had been equally as horrified as Kathryn by the events of that evening. Of course they had disposed of Jonathan. They set him up with some kiddy porn and after some investigating cops discovered he was not only fucking his underage daughter, but some of his younger students as well. He was currently doing 5-10 upstate.
Needless to say thinking back to that event wasn't turning him on, but pissing him off. He doubted Annette would have chosen that particular story to act out if she had known the whole sorry tale, but it left a bad taste in his mouth. As did this whole situation.
Grabbing her wrist he removed her hand from his pants. When she tried to grab him again, he pushed her gruffly back on the bed. "Knock it off," he spat. "We're done with this little game. I'm going to go take a walk, cool down and you're going to take off that ridiculous dress and wash that shit out of your hair. This is over with Annette."
For a brief moment he saw a flicker of his real girlfriend pass over her face. He thought he was finally getting through to her. But as he turned and headed for the door she called out to him sharply, "You fucking pussy."
Sebastian spun back around. "Beg your pardon?"
"You heard me," she snarled a dangerous look coming into her eyes. All traces of Annette were gone. "You used to be the biggest stud in New York. There wasn't a woman alive you couldn't conquer, but now look at you. You can't even get it up for the girl you've been jerking off to since junior high. How pathetic. How tragic."
"Shut up," he snapped.
She rose up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck as she mocked him. "Did I hit a nerve? You know it's true. I always knew you were nothing more than talk. Just a weak, scared little boy. Why do you think I never fucked you?"
"Stop it," he warned. "I love you Annette. Don't-
"Don't what, tell you the truth? Would you rather I lie? I don't love you Valmont, I never have. You're just a toy Sebastian," she parroted back those infamous words. "A pathetic, little toy who's not even worth a lousy fuck. So why don't you run along and I'll find someone else to play with. After all," she leaned in and whispered menacingly, "I don't fuck losers."
And with that Sebastian finally snapped. Hearing those words come out of her mouth when she knew damn well, how it had wounded him when Kathryn had said it, made him furious. He didn't know what the hell was going on with Annette, but she had gone too far. Grabbing her by the arms he forced her face first on to the mattress. "Alright, fine! You want to play? You want to be her?"
"Yes," came her muffled response.
"Wish granted," he spat. Straddling her legs one of his hands gripped her hair holding her in place while the other pushed crudely between her legs. He was surprised when he found her wet and ever stranger, she had shaved her cunt bare. "You're soaked baby," he taunted her. "Does this little pussy want to get fucked, sis?"
Picking her head up as best she could under his hand she called out, "Fuck me Valmont. Fuck me hard!"
Any resolve he had to put an end to this ended with that demand. If she was determined to enact this twisted roleplay he wouldn't be the one to put an end to it. Hands shaking, he unfastened his pants and pulled his erection out. Despite the insanity of the situation he found himself almost painfully hard. The sick part of it was Sebastian couldn't be sure if it was on account of Annette, Kathryn or the weird Frankenstein like hybrid he was getting ready to fuck.
Not bothering with any foreplay (her weird little seduction strategy had been enough) he yanked her dress up around her waist, forced her up on her knees then pushed inside her beckoning cunt. He groaned as her familiar, snug warmth surrounded him. Annette let out a low moan and through his hooded gaze he noticed her fingers clutch the blood red duvet. Sebastian didn't bother to let her get acclimated to having him thrust inside her before he began driving into her.
With his one hand clenching her hair and his other squeezing her hips he proceeded to fuck her brutally into the mattress. Annette huffed against his thrusts, but didn't back down. He might have been impressed if he wasn't so furious with her. He never fucked her this hard and never in this position.
Sebastian let his mind wander back to the night before he left for Manhattan. In his dorm room, Kathryn laying on his bed with that ridiculous teasing grin and her fuck me stare. His hips sped up, snapping against Annette's delicate backside as he imagined how he wanted to take her then. Forcing her onto her stomach, hand buried in her hair as he forced her to take his cock until she was begging him to make her come. Sebastian's eyes slammed shut as he allowed himself to get carried away in the twisted fantasy.
The little voice in the back of his head however kept reminding him that this wasn't Kathryn. Not even close. Annette might look the part, but she didn't feel like his former stepsister. Kathryn was more delicate, her hair was finer and he knew for a fact that if he fucked her as hard as he was fucking Annette, she wouldn't just lie there and take it. She'd give as good as she got. While she didn't fight him, Annette remained prone exactly how he had positioned her as she took his violent pounding.
Frustrated by her lack of involvement and angry at the fact that this incident would likely damage their relationship, if not out and out end it, he wanted to punish her. With her dyed hair wrapped in his fist, he yanked her upwards until she was standing up on her knees, her back pressed to his front. Annette let out a shriek at the sudden maneuver. Sebastian didn't cease screwing her. He smacked her ass hard and whispered harshly into her ear, "You like that sis?"
"Y-yes," she stammered as she struggled for breath. "Sebastian..."
Running his hand up the inside of her thigh he began rubbing at her clit. She mewed in pleasure and rolled her hips back against him. Sebastian's eyes shut again and he buried his face against the hallow of her neck. Once again he was fucking Kathryn only this time with his face buried in her hair. Her smell was all around him, he was drowning in it as he pushed in and out of her at a leisurely pace. She mewed underneath him, begging him in that broken whisper of hers to make her cum, please make her cum. "You want to come baby," he asked before nipping at her neck.
She muttered inaudibly in the affirmative then called him something cutting and he chuckled. "My little bitch," he whispered affectionately. "I'm so close, dammit, I know you are too. Come on Kathryn. Come for me baby."
Letting himself get totally emerged in the fantasy, he felt that familiar gathering in his belly start and the cunt wrapped around his dick, as he was coming to view his beloved girlfriend, tighten. Rubbing her pussy he found himself unable to form more than a few words at a time as he orgasm crept up on him. "Ugh...fuck...yes...oh god...Kathryn...fuck..."
The last word rushed out of his mouth as his climax struck and his eyes shot back open. He barely took notice of the fact that Annette's own orgasm had come and gone as he rocked against her. She whimpered sounding more like herself than Kathryn. He found her lacking. He was desperate to hear those same sounds of pleasure she made the other night when she came for him over the phone, but then he reminded himself this was all a fantasy. Kathryn wasn't here. She never was.
With that thought he let go of Annette and she tumbled forward on to the bed. He had no inclination to help her as her knees hit the mattress and she struggled for purchase to right herself. Pulling out of her her tucked his now flaccid cock back into his pants then collapsed beside her on the bed feeling frustratingly empty.
Rolling onto his back he stared passively up at the ceiling and the brass chandelier lighting fixture. Sebastian reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his silver cigarette case. He popped a smoke into his mouth and lit it even though he had promised Annette he would quit. Right now he didn't give a flying fuck what she wanted.
Although physically sated from his orgasm he could feel his body start to come alive in anger. He didn't appreciate being manipulated and toyed with especially by the person who claimed to love him. She had used his past, some of it painful, in order to force him into engaging in this twisted game and for what? He wanted answers as to why she just threw this grenade into their relationship.
Glancing over at her he saw her face was still buried in the duvet. Her small shoulders were shaking. "Are you crying?" he asked in disgust.
Rather than answer him she rolled over onto her side to face him. Her pretty face was pink and filled with tears. Normally seeing her like this would have tugged at something within him, but now it only served to piss him off further. "What the fuck are you crying about?" he sneered as he turned his attention back to the ceiling. "You got what you wanted didn't you?"
"Go to hell Sebastian," she spat angrily as she sat up and wiped at her damp face. "And for the record this is not what I wanted."
"Excuse me?" he demanded drawing out each syllable as he slowly got up. "I didn't want anything to do with your twisted game. I was trying to leave the fucking room, but you wouldn't let me! All that shit about how pathetic I am, how I'm just your toy...screw you."
Sebastian jumped up from the bed and angrily put out his cigarette. He was about to storm out of the room when Annette called to him, "You want her."
"What?"
"Kathryn, you want her. You lied when you told me there was nothing sexual between you two. Clearly, this proved otherwise. I might have forced your hand Valmont, but you didn't have to give in."
"Oh bullshit!" he cried. "You set me up. This was entrapment and you know it." Running a hand through his hair he began to pace the length of the room. His mind replayed the events of the afternoon still not quite believing what just happened. "Jesus Christ, Annette what the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea how fucked up this is? This isn't you."
"This is what you turned me into," she answered softly.
"Nice try, but this was all you sweetheart."
"You said her name while we were making love!"
"So what!" he roared. "Then get angry at me, scream, hit me. You don't fucking dress up like Kathryn and seduce me into this freak show then cry when I play along! How did you think this was going to end?"
Rubbing a tired hand over her face she sighed, "I thought once you finally fucked 'Kathryn' you'd be over her. I thought we could finally move on, but clearly that's impossible."
Sebastian was growing exasperated by this conversation. How had me missed Annette being this insecure about Kathryn all these years? "I am over her," he argued, "I was over her years ago. Kathryn and I are just friends."
At that Annette let out a short humorless chuckle and shook her head ruefully. "Oh my god, do you really think I'm that stupid or are you just that naive? Sebastian, you and Kathryn aren't friends. You were never friends. Friendship implies respect and Kathryn has never respected you. You're just her toy remember? What, do you think she was just saying that to lash out at you for choosing me? Think again. She meant it Sebastian. She said it because she's an evil, heartless bitch, who's made both of our lives miserable."
"Enough"
"Can't you see Sebastian that she's doing it again? This whole friendship thing is just another way for her to mess with your head so she can come between us. She'll never respect you, she'll never sleep with you and she sure as hell will never love you. She's incapable and deep down you know it."
Sebastian had had enough. He needed to get the fuck out of there. "Are you done? Good. I need some air."
Crossing the room he grabbed his coat. When he turned back around Annette was sitting on the other side of the bed, her red rimmed eyes staring daggers at him. "You lied to me"
"What?"
"You said in that letter you wrote me years ago that I was the first person you loved, but that was a lie. I hadn't realized it until now. You loved Kathryn first. You might even still love her now."
"Oh sweet Jesus," he groaned running a hand through his hair. "I don't love her. That wasn't what we were about. You want the truth? Here it is. Back then, yeah I wanted Kathryn. I wanted her badly, but that's all it was. I wanted to fuck her, not love her. It was just sex."
Annette shook her head. "What just happened wasn't just sex."
"Excuse me? I power drove you like a fucking animal. That was pure fucking Annette."
"At first, yes it was. When you were angry and trying to punish me, but towards the end it was all about her. You were thinking of her and you were...tender."
"That's because it was you"
"No, it was Kathryn's name you called out"
It was quite possible Sebastian's head was about to explode. He couldn't take much more of this. He felt caged and smothered like everything he said was going to be used against him in some imaginary trial. His patients wearing thin he proclaimed, "Annette you're the one I want to be with. You're the one I loved-
"Loved?"
"What?"
"You said loved," she explained her voice losing it's earlier steely edge. "Past tense."
Shit.
Sebastian shook his head, "I didn't mean that."
"It's funny, you keep saying things you don't mean," she remarked morosely. "It's getting harder to tell the difference between your mistakes and the truth. Do you even know the difference anymore Sebastian?"
He was starting to believe he didn't, but he wasn't about to admit that and have her start questioning everything he'd ever told her. Sebastian realized then that they would go on like this all night if he didn't put a stop to it. He needed to get the hell out of there and clear his head.
Ignoring her question he headed for the door. "I'm leaving," he called to her coldly over his shoulder.
"Enjoy your walk," she tossed back cattily.
He swung back around and informed her, "I'm going back to the city. I need some space and time to think. Clearly we both do."
"You're going to see her, aren't you?" she asked her voice quivering.
Sebastian didn't answer, he merely shook his head sadly at her and replied, "Goodbye Annette."
As he left the room and headed down the hall he heard her sobbing behind him. A little while ago that sound would have broken his heart, now he felt nothing. He couldn't believe she was capable of pulling off a mind game like this. Even Kathryn would have been impressed.
Departing the house he ignored the questioning looks from the staff as he headed to his jag. They no doubt heard them carrying on earlier and would be gossiping about it all night. Sebastian might have felt guilty about abandoning Annette if he wasn't so furious with her.
While he drove back to the city his mind ran over the events of the day. He was pissed not just at Annette, but himself as well. He had known as soon as he succumbed to her twisted little game that it was going to end like that, after all how could it end any way else. Yet he couldn't resist indulging in the sick fantasy of fucking 'Kathryn'.
He wasn't sure what was going to happen with Annette and him. One thing was for sure, he would never be able to look at her the same way again. The fact that she was capable of doing something like this told him he didn't know her as well as he thought he did. She wasn't as pure and guileless as he presumed. Then again, perhaps she was right, perhaps this was his doing. After everything he had put her thorough the last couple of years maybe she had finally snapped.
One thing he was sure of however was he needed to speak to Kathryn. There were some things they needed to discuss. He wanted to have a real conversation about what was going on between them, not just bullshit innuendos. Annette's earlier theory about Kathryn maybe setting him up was still weighting on Valmont's mind. As much as he didn't want to believe it, the fact was it was a real possibility that she had been playing him the entire time. All of this felt eerily familiar. Sebastian could just imagine showing up on her doorstop, confessing his problems with Annette only for her to laugh over her 'triumph'. No fucking way.
When he returned to Manhattan in was dark and nearly nine o-clock. He wondered if Kathryn would even be home. He considered calling her, but then remembering he had been dodging her calls and she was likely pissed. He decided a sneak attack was best.
Sebastian pulled up next to the townhouse he had lived in for nearly five years. He had driven past it of course over the past couple of years, but never really took any notice of it thinking it was best to leave it in the past. He felt an odd sense of deja vu as he approached the door. The same blonde, middle-age doorman who'd been there for as long as Sebastian could remember was still at his post.
"Hey Glen," he called out in a lazy drawl.
The man didn't bother to hide his surprise upon seeing him. "Mr. Valmont, welcome sir."
"Is she home?"
There was no need to clarify who he was referring to. He was fairly confident the entire staff was well aware of his twisted relationship with his former stepsister. The older man nodded. "I believe she is sir."
He opened the door for him and Sebastian made his way to the second floor where the bedrooms were located. On the way he ran into another maid who looked just as surprised as the doorman had been by his presence. When he asked after Kathryn she directed him back to the bedrooms. He entered the formal parlor and stopped in his tracks when he found her there. Standing at the wet bar, pouring herself a martini she was dressed in a short white silk robe, her now long dark hair cascading down her back. When he stepped into the room her head swung up in his direction and her eyes widened in surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Just as he suspected she was clearly pissed by his earlier dismissal. Still, he pressed on undaunted. "I needed to see you."
"Is your phone broken?" she asked darkly before taking a sip.
"We can't do this over the phone"
"I see." She turned to him then and he could tell she was curious, but weary. "Well as intriguing as this all is, it's going to have to wait for another time. I have company coming."
"Whoever he is, call and cancel"
Kathryn's eyebrow rose and her lips twitched in bemusement. "Why would I do that?"
"We need to talk"
THE END
Author's Note: Yes that's kind of abrupt but I liked leaving it ambiguous. I actually did write a longer ending to this with a more resolute ending, but I cut it in favor of leaving Kathryn's motives up for question. If anyone is actually interested in reading it PM me or email me (carospence ) and I'll send it to you.
Coming soon...Z is for Zombie. It is set eight years after the events of the film and follows what happens when Kathryn thinks she sees Sebastian alive. Until then please drop a review if you can. Later.