Cruel Love Anthology
Author's Note: This chapter features an older Kathryn (24) and a younger Sebastian (17) and shocker(!) it gets kind of dirty. If that's not your thing you know the drill. The song used here is Rabbit Hole by Natalia Kills. It seemed fairly appropriate given the subject matter.
Education
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(I Fall Down the Rabbit Hole)
For what it's worth, in his humble opinion, Ms. Merteuil is the hottest piece of ass at Manchester Prep. Sure Talia De Caro, the Venezuela exchange student, was gorgeous and Mrs. Rochester had the best tits in school (man made or otherwise). Emily Valentine, the student body president, with her all American good looks was largely thought to be the most beautiful, but in Sebastian's estimation his European history teacher was in a league all her own.
Ms. Merteuil was twenty four years old, but looked barely out of her teens. She had a petite, tight little body that she sheathed in dark sharp tailored suits that accentuated all her best features while maintaining a lady like sense of decorum. There was something about her appearance that made him recall a porcelain doll, with her pale complexion, her red stained lips and dark green eyes framed by dark chestnut hair that hung just past her shoulders.
When she arrived last year she had immediately gone to the top of his hit list. She'd be standing at the front of the class, decked out in a snug pencil skirt and five-inch fuck me heels and Sebastian would start having naughty librarian fantasies. Christ one time, she bent over to pick up something off the floor and he nearly sprouted wood like an pre-pubesent.
It wasn't only her looks that appealed to him. Ms. Merteuil was graceful and poised, clearly a result of good breeding and of course smart and articulate, just like any other teacher at his prep school. These were all admirable, if not boring traits. What really made Sebastian hard was that he knew without a shadow of a doubt that underneath all that cool perfection laid a stone cold bitch. He saw it in the way her eyes narrowed in irritation whenever one of her students rose their hand only to deliver an appallingly stupid answer. It was there when she strut down the hall, her eyes hard and focused with a look on her face as if she was daring someone to approach her. Clearly she detested her job and all the assholes it forced her to associate with, but she usually hid her disgust under a fake smile of sincerity. For the most part people seemed to buy this act or at least pretended to. Ms. Merteuil was an intimidating woman and he could imagine if she turned the full force of her personality on you, she could be downright scary.
Why he found this so appealing Sebastian couldn't be sure—but god help him he did. There was something about her meanness that he found immensely sexy. He was itching to dominate her. It would be his greatest victory if he could bring a woman like that to her knees. The truth was there was nothing Sebastian Valmont loved more than a challenge and Ms. Merteuil was poised to become his magnum opus.
It wasn't as if he hadn't nailed teachers before. He had after all built a reputation on seducing even the most difficult of women whether they were older or younger than himself. Sebastian had come to realize that when it came to sex, age truly was nothing but a number. He had fucked all of the hot faculty members, even the lesbian biology professor, but as of yet Ms. Merteuil remained elusive.
So far all of his overtures had been met with resistance. She practically patted him on the head as she condescendingly told him to fuck off. Of course it was never in those words, she wasn't stupid enough to show her cards like that, but there was always a wry smile and a sharp retort. Despite this he sensed the lady doth protest too much. Whenever they spoke in class there was a glimmer of something in her eyes that told him she wasn't totally immune to his charms. There was also the fact that at least on two occasions she let him look down her blouse. Of course it wasn't on purpose, but when she caught him staring there was no surprised gasp of disapproval, no embarrassed blushing. She just stared him down with an arched eyebrow, as if asking what he planned to do about it.
All this sexual tension just fed his rapidly growing obsession with her. Like any child born of privilege, Sebastian wasn't used to not getting what he wanted and he refused to sit on his hands (or rather fuck his hands) like some loser and nurse this crush any longer. Something needed to be done. With single minded devotion he set about figuring out how best to reach his goal. Like the good student he wasn't, he did his homework.
Kathryn Elizabeth Merteuil had indeed grown up on the upper east side, just like him. She was the only child of two wealthy people (one from old money, the other self made) and from all accounts her upbringing wasn't anything atypical of an upper east sider. He hunts down her senior yearbook (cutting out her picture for his journal naturally) and is surprised to find she was little miss school spirit: student body president, head of the french club, dean's list, member of the junior chamber of commerce. It's all very impressive if not a little dull.
Until the scandal that is.
No one really seems to have a clear account of what exactly happened, but basically it comes down to a dead ex-boyfriend, cocaine and some sort of blog that outs all her nasty habits. Apparently Marcia Brady wasn't so squeaky clean after all. Drugs, bulimia, rampant promiscuity and evidently a leaked list of all the people she screwed over in the name of amusement. It was a mess. The rich will generally turn a blind eye to most indiscretions with the exception of a public shamming. In a world where reputation mattered there were just some things that wouldn't be tolerated, so little Kathryn was shipped off to parts unknown. Rumor had it she was cut off from her family.
Somehow she managed to put herself through college (an ivy league one at that) and in her senior year she got engaged to some politician before that inevitably fell through. She wound up back in New York having to fall back on her art history degree. However, things were looking up for Ms. Merteuil. She was currently dating August Billings, a tech guru everyone and their mother was calling the next Bill Gates. If she played her cards right she could well be on her way back to her old life of wealth and privilege.
Enter Sebastian.
It wasn't that he necessarily wanted to ruin that for her. After digging into her past his lust for her developed into an admiration and he genuinely wanted to see her come out on top—but not before he got to top her.
Since his normal seduction techniques met a dead end he would need a new approach. There was always blackmail of course. He assumed most of the school had never bothered to look into her checkered past and Sebastian would bet good money she'd like to keep it that way. However, blackmail defeated his purposes. He wanted her to want it as badly as he did. What he needed to do was somehow set up a situation where Merteuil became indebted to him and then let nature take its course. It didn't take long before a plan began to form, but in order to pull it off he was going to need help. Luckily Sebastian knew just the girl.
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(We're the Kids Your Momma Warned You About)
"I have a proposition for you."
Sebastian brought his camera away from his face as he waited for some kind of reaction to his statement, but was greeted with silence. Sophie Van Allen laid across his bed, flipping through one of his old porno magazines. He can't be sure if she heard him or if she was just deliberately toying with him. One could never be too sure when it came to Sophie. The girl liked to play the part of the dumb tramp, but he knew for a fact she was sharper than she led on.
She was a pretty girl, but more sexy than balls out beautiful. Tall and slender, with legs for days and an almost permanent tan. What really put her over the top however was her large natural tits and her long blonde hair. Sophie would be a total knockout if it wasn't for her rather unfortunate nose which was a little too long in her otherwise lovely face. That said, Sebastian had always appreciated the fact that she hadn't had it fixed. Any other girl in her position would have had that thing surgically altered by now. It took a certain kind of confidence to walk around with a nose like that and in his opinion that was something to admire.
When Sophie said nothing he grew annoyed, rolling his eyes then clearing his throat loudly. A small smile curved around her mouth. "What do you want Valmont?" she asked not bothering to look up from her page.
He snapped another picture of her then explained, "I need you to seduce August Billings."
Her head shot up and judging by the distasteful look on her face she wasn't impressed with the idea. "The computer dork? Ew. Why?"
"It's none of your concern"
Sophie made a face then rolled on to her back, holding the magazine above her face. "Pass," she sighed. "He's like thirty, plus he's practically married to Ms. Merteuil—oh." Dropping the periodical she turned to face him with a knowing grin. "I get it, you want to fuck her."
Sebastian didn't deny it, he merely shrugs. "Who doesn't?"
She let out a disbelieving snicker. "Well, good luck with that Sebastian. Everyone knows that woman's a frigid bitch."
Sensing something else under the surface of her dislike for their professor aside from typical teenage girl cattiness, he prodded, "My, my what exactly did she do to inspire such ire in you Sophie?"
"The cunt got me put on academic probation," she huffed before turning her attention back to the magazine.
Sebastian strolled up to the bed and snatched the mag away. "Why? I thought you were a straight A student."
"Dean's list every year," she crowed with a tight smile that melted into a scowl as she explained, "Last semester she caught me with my hand in Mr. Devonshire's pants."
Sebastian recalled the former physics teacher who left school under a cloud of suspicion. Rumor had it he got caught fooling around with a student. He hadn't bought it namely because the man resembled a toad with his bug eyes and saggy chin. Not exactly a ladies man. Then again Sophie was easily one of the biggest sluts in school—which was saying something given the ever diminishing morals of the female students at Manchester. Still, he figured even she had standards. "Mr. Devonshire," he echoed incredulously, "Really?"
She smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "He was helping me with my homework and one thing led to another, you know how it is. Anyway, in my defense, ugly guys usually make the best lovers. Present company excluded of course."
Not really sure how to take that he shook his head trying to drive out the image of Sophie porking the fugly physics teacher. "Alright, continue."
"She ratted us out to the headmaster and Bob got fired and even though I have one of the highest GPA's in school they put me on probation. Assholes."
"Well then, think of this as your chance to get back at her," he coaxed sitting down beside her on the bed before launching into his plan. "You'll seduce her boyfriend away and then I'll offer up my services to get rid of you, with the understanding of course that if I do her a favor she'll have to do one for me."
Sophie rolled her eyes. "Isn't that basically blackmail?"
"I like to think of it more like quid pro quo," he drawled, his fingers tracing over her puckered nipples, poking through the thin material of her top. "Besides, she totally wants it anyway. I'm just creating an excuse for her."
"You think everyone wants you Valmont"
"Don't they?"
She giggled by way of answer then sat up. "I take it after you finally nail her you'll do to her what you do to all your conquests?"
"Of course," he promised as he leaned in and kissed her neck then whispered, "It will be a humiliation for the ages."
Actually, he hadn't decided yet if he would really publicly expose Ms. Merteuil. He was after all somewhat fond of her and he rather admired her determination to regain what she once had. However, if he wanted Sophie to play along he knew he had to sell her on the possible ruination of their teacher. Judging by the avid interest in her eyes clearly she was ready to hop aboard the take down express.
"How would I even get to Billings? We don't exactly run in the same circles."
Sebastian had considered this of course. "He's hiring interns this week and with your grades, family connections, and...abilities I'm sure you'll have no problem getting accepted. Once you're there you make yourself available to him." He slid his hand up her short skirt then slipped it between her legs only to discover she wasn't wearing panties. Valmont smiled. "I'm sure you'll have no trouble keeping him interested Sophie, what with your considerable skills. We both know what an accomplished girl you are in that area." His fingers rubbed teasing circles against her clit before he removed his hand completely and lept off the bed. Straightening his jacket, all business again he asked, "So are you in?"
She tilts her head back as if considering it. "What about my probation?"
"I'll make sure that matter is cleared up," he promised with a wave of his hand.
"Well, alright then," she agreed with an easy smile, "Consider it done."
"Excellent"
They shook hands and Sebastian was about to retrieve his camera, when Sophie lifted her tight tank top over her head allowing her generous breasts to bounce free. Sebastian eyed then with a bemused smile. "What are you doing?"
With an arched eyebrow she replied, "Boning up on my considerable skills? All this plotting is making me horny."
"Save it for Billings," he laughed turning around. He made it two steps before his own obvious erection made itself known. Clearly she wasn't the only one turned on by the prospect of a plan taking shape. Sebastian sighed then swung back around to the bed, already removing his own shirt. "On second thought...to hell with it. Ass up face down Van Allen, show me what you got."
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(I'm the teacher, he's the student and I'm giving him straight A's)
There were few things in life Kathryn loathed more than a faculty mixer, except perhaps a faculty/student mixer, which unfortunately was where she found herself that evening. It was bad enough she had to interact with these losers on a daily basis, but at least then she was getting paid. Doing it on her own time was tantamount to Chinese water torture.
Sighing, she leaned against the doorway between the living and dining room, a glass of shitty red wine in her hand as she surveyed the other guests. The night's festivities were being hosted by the headmaster, a balding fifty something man who Kathryn had wrapped around her finger. His townhouse, located on the upper west side was nice enough, but looked as if it had been decorated by some middle aged housewife, likely the handiwork of his dowdy wife who was serving finger sandwiches in the next room.
The only upside to the evening is that everybody mostly leaves her alone. Nobody really had the guts to approach her and she appreciated that. In high school she went out of her way to make sure everyone loved her. She was nice and sweet and kind and in the end it got her absolutely nowhere. When she found herself once again in a school environment she decided this time she wouldn't make them love her—she's make them fear her. Ever since arriving at Manchester prep Kathryn made it her mission to put the fear of god into whomever stepped into her path, be it one of her fellow faculty members or her students. They didn't hate her persay, they were too intimidated to be spiteful, they were just afraid of her and she kind of loved it. Next to the headmaster, she was easily the most powerful person at that school and the best part was she didn't have to put on any sort of act to maintain her standing.
That said, she still fucking loathed her job.
If you had told her at sixteen that she would be teaching trust fund brats at twenty four she would have said you were out of your god damn mind, but here she was. She should be spending her days shopping at Bergdorfs and attending charity meetings in between fucking the help, but instead she was stuck grading exams and trying to get a moron with a four inch dick to marry her. Fuck her life.
Speaking of which, Kathryn turned her attention back on her boyfriend who was currently across the room gaping at his 17 year old intern with the fucked up nose as she talked animatedly. For the past few weeks he'd been staying late at the office and every time he turned around he was with that girl. Sophie Van Allen was a huge slut, she recalled walking in on her giving a hand job to the creepy physics teacher who used to stare at her breasts. If August wasn't fucking her already. he no doubt would be soon.
Her eyes narrowed in disgust when he laughed loudly drawing more attention to himself. This could be developing into a problem. August was her golden ticket back to her former life and she'd be damned if she lost him to a nice pair of tits in a school girls uniform. She had invested far too much time and energy into him and their pathetic 'relationship' to start all over again with someone else. He was this close to proposing and she wasn't about to let anyone fuck that up for her.
"She doesn't even compare to you"
Kathryn turned at the sound of that familiar drawl and found Sebastian Valmont standing beside her with his ever present smirk. She had to actively stop herself from rolling her eyes at him. What was it about the boy that made her want to both smack the shit out of him and ride him into the ground. He was beautiful of course, but lots of boys his age (with his money) were. She thinks it must be his arrogance, which if half the female faculty were to be believed, was well earned. Not for the first time, she finds herself wondering if the rumors about him were true.
"Good evening Sebastian," she greeted him with a slow purr.
"Ms. Merteuil," he replies, drawing out the syllables in her name as his smirk deepens. Something about the way he said her name made heat pool in her belly as pornographic images ran through her brain. Jesus, she felt like a hormonal teenager around him, but she would sooner drill holes in her eyes then let him know that.
Keeping her expression cool she remarked, "I'm surprised to see you here. I didn't think these types of events were your sort of thing."
"I could say the same of you," he countered. When she merely stared him down he sighed. "I'm here against my will if you must know. My father is doing his best impression of a concerned parent in the hopes of impressing Ms. Rosthchild." He nods in the direction of the other room where a handsome gentleman with similar hair and eye color to his own was chatting up the pretty English teacher. "He's hoping to get into her panties."
Kathryn smiled wryly at the couple. "I'm guessing he's likely exuding more energy than the task really requires." It was a fairly inappropriate remark to make in front of a student, but then again Valmont wasn't a typical student. She wouldn't be surprised if he had already bedded Ms. Rosthchild himself.
He returned her smile, then his eyes lazily traced over her body as if he's mentally trying to undress her. "I'm rather amazed he hasn't tried to make a move on you. You're looking hot tonight Ms. Merteuil."
She rolled her eyes at him over her wine glass. "Isn't there some freshman girl you should be wasting your charm on tonight?"
"Probably," he sighed, "But just between you and me, I'm growing rather bored of fucking with high school girls. Nothing shocks them anymore and I'm becoming less and less impressed by their charm. I'm looking to expand my repertoire " He looked her over once again with a leer and asked, "Know of anyone who might be interested?"
"Not off hand," she remarked dryly, her attention once again focused on her boyfriend who was now standing uncomfortably close to the jailbait. Shit.
"It appears you have somewhat of a problem on your hands"
"Go play with someone your own age Sebastian," she grumbled over her shoulder at him.
He responded by taking her glass of half finished wine from her hand and leaning on the wall in front of her. "I'm happy where I am thank you." Sebastian took a sip of wine and grimaced. "Jesus, that's awful. Did he buy it at a gas station?"
Ignoring him, Kathryn walked away heading into the next room to fetch another drink and keep a closer eye on her boyfriend. Not one to be so easily deterred Sebastian followed after. "I'm curious, is your boyfriend always so chummy with his interns?" he drawled coming up behind her.
"It's none of your concern Mr. Valmont," she replied in a clipped tone as she poured a full glass of scotch.
He circled the table so he was standing across from her. "Well if I know Sophie, and trust me I do, that girl has a way of getting what she wants and it appears, for whatever reason, she wants your boyfriend."
On further reflection Kathryn realized this was odd. Yes, August was worth billions but Sophie came from money, she would have no interest in his. He was cute, but not particularly gorgeous and not the sort a teenage girl who looked like Sophie would be interested in. Clearly something else was at play here. Remembering how she got the girl put on academic probation she wondered if this was some type of revenge.
It's come to this. She was being played by a high school girl—and the high school girl was winning.
"Unfuckingbelievable," she muttered under her breath.
Sebastian cocked a curious eyebrow, but she ignored him, her gaze locked on the couple across the room. Kathryn didn't notice until she feels the heat radiating off his body, that Sebastian was standing behind her. "You know I might have a solution to your problem." She met his eyes over her shoulder and he shrugged before adding, "If you're interested."
She was curious of course but, she also knows whatever he's offering up likely comes with strings. Keeping her expression impassive she remarked, "Perhaps."
Valmont slithered around so he's standing in front of her. He picked a cherry from the bowl of drink condiments and popped it in his mouth. "Meet me upstairs in the study in ten minutes and I'll tell you how you can keep your boyfriend."
Without waiting for an answer he floats off, disappearing out of the room. Kathryn stared after him, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through her. It would be completely idiotic to get involved with that boy in any way, she thinks. He had after all built a reputation on destroying the lives of the opposite sex. Then again, his victims of choice were usually naive teenagers. Did he really think he could keep up with the likes of her? Kathryn had invented this game after all.
Glancing once again at her inept boyfriend only to find him ogling the teenagers tits again, she sighed. What the hell? It wasn't like she had agreed to anything yet.
With that thought in mind she found herself heading up to the second floor, making sure no one, including idiot August, noticed her depart the party. Kathryn located the study easy enough and slipped inside. The room was dark except for the fire currently burning in the fireplace. Sebastian stood in front of it, a glass of alcohol in one hand and a fire poker in another. He looked up when she entered, a smug grin spreading across his handsome face. "I knew you wouldn't he able to resist."
"Cut the shit," she snapped, all appearances of teacher/student civility disappearing. Crossing the room she took a seat on the leather sofa across from him. "What exactly can you offer me?"
Amusement colored his features. "What an interesting question. I'm thinking multiple orgasms, pleasure beyond what you've ever experienced."
Multiple orgasms? As if. Kathryn's eyes roll all the way to the ceiling. "Valmont, I didn't fuck high school boys when I was in high school. I have no interest in starting now. If this is the only reason you summoned me I think we're done here."
She started for the door when he called out, "I can get rid of Sophie for you."
Swinging back on her heel she demands, "How?"
"I'm Sebastian Valmont it's what I do," he explained loftily. "Give me a week and the bitch will be gone."
Kathryn considered this a moment as she returned to the sofa. She reappraises him, curious if he could really solve her problem that quickly. She knew his reputation spoke for itself, but she also knew from experience that reputations weren't always what they seemed.
Leaning back in her seat she challenged, "Alright, lets see what you can do."
"Not so fast. Do you honestly expect I'm going to do all this out of the goodness of my heart?" he huffed incredulously, stabbing the poker into the fire. "Who's the naive one now?"
Of course she knew he'd want something and she was willing to bet all of August's considerable fortune she knew what that something was, but she played along anyway. "What exactly do you want?"
Even with his back to her Kathryn can still see the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk. Setting the poker down Sebastian turned around his expression blank as he looked her over. "You have killer legs," he praised as he casually strolled up to her, hands in pockets. "I'd love to photograph them sometime."
"Is that what you want? To photograph me?"
"No." Sebastian sunk down on the couch beside her, his gaze strangely intense. "I want to fuck you into next week."
Kathryn arched an unimpressed eyebrow not the least bit surprised. "Is that the best you can do?"
"You know, I find it endlessly amusing you keep acting like you're not interested when clearly you are. Why fight it? You know my reputation."
"Yes, but I also know how easily those can be manipulated."
Drumming a finger over his mouth he smiled at that. "Hmm, I guess you would. You know I did my research on you," he revealed sending her on alert. Kathryn remained stock still as her student reached out and traced a finger over her cleavage. "You were quite the slut in high school weren't you Ms. Merteuil. I read about that infamous list you used to keep. Did you really have a three way with your tennis coach and a gym teacher? Talk about physical education."
She thought about denying it before realizing, what for? It wasn't if any of that could hurt her anymore. August already knew all about her past thanks to his bitch mother who had been trying to turn him against her practically from their first date. As for the idiots at school, who gave a shit? They were all too terrified of her to ever try to hurt her. She suspected Sebastian realized as much which was why he didn't try to just blackmail her into sex. Still, staring into his obnoxious taunting face was enough to make her once again want to smack the shit out of him.
Instead she jumped up and straddled him. He lets out a huff of surprise as she takes a seat on his lap, her knee length dress riding up on her thighs as she did. Grabbing his wrists she slammed them against the back of the couch and leveled an icy look at him.
"Little boy," she sneered, "Do you honestly think you have the faintest clue how to get me off?"
"I think you'd be surprised," he bites out, clearly irritated at being emasculated.
"Would I?"
With a slow smile Kathryn began rocking her hips against him. His cock, already half hard, began to stiffen against her ass and holy fuck, apparently one rumor about him was indeed true. Shit, he was huge. This revelation must have shown on her face because he smiled in between grimaces of pleasure and taunted, "Feel something you like?"
"You're an impressive boy Sebastian," she admits as she slammed her hips against him and rode him harder. He inhales sharply between his teeth then halfheartedly struggled against her hold. "But could you fuck me for hours on end without cumming? Keep me on edge using just your mouth? Slam me so hard I can't walk right for a week? I'm not some innocent high school girl or a horny middle aged schoolmarm" She let out a short laugh, wondering if he was close and knowing she wouldn't let him get there if he was. Leaning forward she hissed in his ear, "I'd fucking eat you alive."
With that final warning she released her hold on him and climbed off his lap. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his face twisted in quiet fury, but she didn't gloat at his obvious discomfort, her mind was already back on the reason she came up to the study in the first place. Pacing the length of the couch Kathryn demanded, "How would you do it?"
"What, fuck you?"
"No, Jesus, can you put your hormones aside for one minute? I meant how would you get rid of Sophie?"
"Oh, that," he sighed as he reclined back on the couch. His cock was still straining against his pants, to almost comedic effect, but he paid it no mind. "Seduce her, discredit her, the usual. I take it you're already familiar with my tactics. It should take a week tops to distract her away from your boyfriend and her little vendetta. In exchange, I get you for a night."
Kathryn stilled, something about his words gave her pause, but she pushed it aside taking issue with his last statement. "An hour," she counters.
He sat up. "I'm going to need longer than that."
"Somehow I doubt that." Sighing she crossed her arms to her chest and considered her options before entering into further negotiations. "You get two hours, three if you can make me cum more than once. No photographs and no videos. You open your mouth to anyone about this, I'll make sure you never fuck anything ever again."
"Kinky"
"Not that I actually think you have it in you, but nothing violent, no third parties-
"Anal?"
Taking in the smug look on his face she assumed he was only bringing up the backdoor as a means to either shock or irritate her. She was neither. Smiling tightly she replied, "We'll see if I'm in the mood."
A ghost of a smile crossed his face before he got to his feet. She waited for his counter offer, but he didn't offer one. Instead he reached out, grabbing her by the hips and crushed her to his chest. Kathryn let out a surprised gasp. God, he was still hard. Gazing down at her Sebastian licked his lips. "Do we have a deal or not?"
"You better hope you're as good as you think you are Valmont." Kathryn placed her hand on his chest and slowly guided it upwards until she was touching his face. "It would be such a disappointment if you couldn't live up to your own hype."
With an insolent grin he countered, "I'm so going to enjoy making you eat your words...amongst other things."
Valmont was truly a cocky son of a bitch and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it at least a little bit. That said, she wasn't about to give an inch in regards to anything with him. Gripping his face she guided his mouth towards hers but stopped when he was a breath away. His eyes fluttered closed and she smiled before whispering, "Good luck Sebastian."
Kathryn dropped his face, turned on her heel and strut out of the room with a triumphant grin. Good luck indeed.
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('Cause I eat boys like a cannibal, fuck hard, howl at the moon like an animal)
Things don't go exactly as Sebastian planned and he's strangely alright with that. The way he sees it, if everything went the way it was suppose to, the whole enterprise would become boring and who wanted that? He relished the unpredictable and he was quickly learning that when it came to dealing with Ms. Merteuil that's exactly what he got.
Sophie had been giving him the run around all week. She was ignoring him at school and when he did manage to get her on the phone she was always brief and non-committal in her responses. Something was going on with her. Sebastian's first assumption was that she might be growing attached to her assignment which he supposed was an occupational hazard though it had never happened to him. Then again, he found this a little hard to believe. When he spoke to her the night of the party she hadn't been particularly fond of August, in fact she had been bitching about how boring he was and how she couldn't believe Ms. Merteuil could put up with it.
He didn't know what her deal was, but he was going to find out. The sooner he could make it appear he had a handle on Sophie, the sooner he could collect his reward from Ms. Merteuil. All week his teacher had been studiously avoiding him, not that he really expected anything else. Still Sebastian couldn't help provoking her when given the opportunity to make an off color comment or toss her a note after class complimenting her tits. She would always respond with a disapproving glare that just made him hard. For whatever reason he enjoyed pissing her off.
By the end of the week he grows tired of waiting so he decides to drop in on Sophie at home. It was after midnight when he ambushes her at home. Like his own neglectful parents, hers are frequently out of town so there's no worries about waking the house. The maid, wordlessly let him in and he made his way to her bedroom, knocking briefly before letting himself in.
The room was dark except for some strategically placed candles illuminating the bed where Sophie was lounging. When he sauntered in she jumped to her feet in obvious surprise. "Sebastian," she exclaimed throwing her long loose hair behind her shoulder, "What are you doing here?"
His eyes scanned the room taking in the obviously mussed bed and the pink vibrator tangled amongst the sheets. Sophie herself was dressed in nothing but a tiny yellow and lace slip, showing off her long legs and generous breasts. Clearly she wasn't alone.
"I came for a progress report, seeing as you've been ignoring me all week"
Even in the dim light he could see her blush, but she played it off, nervously tugging at her slip. "Uh, I haven't been ignoring you. I've been busy with school and cheerleading and-
"Homework and blah, blah, blah," he finished for her. "Bullshit. You were suppose to dump the tech geek by now, but judging by all this," he plucked the thin strap of her negligee, "Clearly you're having a change of heart. Don't tell me you actually fell for that loser."
"Of course not," she huffed. "I broke things off with August days ago."
"Then who the hell are you fucking?"
"That would be me"
Sebastian turned at the familiar voice just as Kathryn stepped out of the bathroom behind him. His jaw unhinged and his brain momentarily shut down when he saw what she was wearing—which was virtually nothing, but a long transparent robe and knowing smirk. In the dim candlelight he can see everything from the pink of her elongated nipples, to the curve of her hip, to her bare pussy. He watched slack jawed as she walked past him and went to Sophie. Slipping her hands around her waist she pulled her into a kiss. Sebastian's eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline as he watched his teacher make out with the school tramp. It occurred to him then that clearly his plan was fucked.
When they broke away Sophie looked a little dazed like she just took a hit off something. Licking her lips, she gazed lustfully at the older women. Kathryn turned to him, amusement dancing in her eyes as she took in his no doubt shocked reaction. "Oh come on Sebastian. You didn't honestly think you were better at this than me, did you?" When he didn't reply she let out a husky laugh. "Silly rabbit."
Sebastian shook his head, trying to figure out what the hell he just walked in on. "What the fuck?" he demanded.
The brunette eyed him a moment before turning back to Sophie. Running a hand down her hair she suggested, "Why don't you go get us something to drink."
"Okay," she easily agreed before heading to the door. She smiled sheepishly at Sebastian as she passed him.
When they were alone Kathryn sighed. "Such a sweet girl. Dumb as a post though."
He stepped towards her, trying to keep his eyes on her face and not her body knowing it would just distract him. "How did you figure it out?" he inquired.
"You gave yourself away Sebastian. The night you offered up your services you mentioned something about Sophie's vendetta against me. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but later than night I got to thinking—how would you know about that unless she told you? If she told you, then clearly you two were close and it stood to reason you suggested she go after August so you could proposition me. It was a stupid mistake Valmont. I thought you were smarter than that."
"So did I," he sighed squeezing the bridge of his nose. She was right, it was a stupid slip up, easily detectable if one was paying attention.
Ms. Merteuil turned and took a seat on the bed. Crossing her legs she leaned back making it impossible for him to not stare at her tits. Sebastian swallowed hard. "So what, you fucked Sophie just to mess with me?"
"Well," she sighed, "I wanted confirmation of course and when I confronted her she clammed up. So I had August send her to my place with some bullshit excuse about a missing file. Once I got her alone it didn't take much to get under her skirt. She's very enthusiastic."
"I'm aware," he bit out through clinched teeth.
"So I heard. She told me everything of course. How you sent her after August in exchange for getting her off academic probation, which I already did by the way, and how apparently you were going to destroy me after you fucked me."
"I wasn't-
She held up her hand silencing him. "Save it. I must say I'm a little disappointed in you Valmont. I would have expected a much more sophisticated plan given your reputation."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Who says I'm giving up? I'm far from finished sweetheart."
"You're playing out of your league Sebastian."
"We'll see."
Leaning forward she held his gaze as she revealed, "You know what the funny thing is? If you had actually taken the time to properly seduce me, away from school and without your usual juvenile tactics I probably would have gone to bed with you, but I guess we'll never know."
Sebastian wasn't a hundred percent sure he believed that. Leaning over her, he rested his hands on either side of her body. He slowly smiled as he gently pulled apart the sash of her robe revealing her naked body underneath. She smelled vaguely of lilac and he was dying to spread her legs and taste her, but he holds back. Drinking her in he asked, "Do you want me to seduce you Ms. Merteuil?"
"Perhaps," she breathed before leaning in and nuzzling her nose against his neck. When she spoke again her tone was decidedly less seductive. "But unfortunately, I don't fuck losers." Pulling back she smiled and added, "Sorry."
His hands fisted against the duvet and he could feel a sharp retort on his tongue, but he curbed it when Sophie arrived, clinking glasses together and humming to herself. Keeping his gaze locked on his teacher's he straightened and stood over her.
"I got champagne," Sophie sing songed waving the bottle in the air. "Sebastian are you going to stay?"
Before he could respond Kathryn spoke up. "He can't sadly, he has school in the morning." Picking up the pink vibrator, she adds tauntingly, "However, I think we can manage without him."
Sophie giggled, eying the toy with obvious hunger. Sebastian rolled his eyes trying his best to appear bored—not an easy task with his raging boner. "Yes, I should get going. You ladies have fun. I'll speak to you later Sophie."
He was fairly confident she hadn't heard a word he said as she was already climbing on to the bed, lifting her slip over her head as he departed. Sebastian calmly walked out of the Van Allen apartment, his mind already beginning to calculate his next move. He might be down but he wasn't out. Luckily for him, he always believed in having a plan B.
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(Wild child kiss me baby, touch it, touch it, drive me… )
"Did you like my gift?"
Kathryn picked up the velvet jewelry box lying idly beside her on the bed. She admired the sparkling diamond drop necklace and the way it caught the light. It was very beautiful (and clearly very expensive) but it wasn't exactly the diamond she had been hoping for.
Of course she doesn't let on to her disappointment instead replying with forced sincerity. "It's lovely August, but you really shouldn't have."
What he should have done was buy her a goddamn engagement ring.
"Nonsense sweetheart," he cooed, "You deserve it...especially since I know I haven't been that available lately."
There's a clear note of guilt in his voice that makes Kathryn smile. Good. He should feel guilty, the dumb shit. Did he honest think she didn't know he was panting after a piece of high school ass, did he really underestimate her intelligence? August Billings might be a genius but when it came to people he was hopelessly naive. It kind of amazed her that he managed to become as successful as he was.
"That's alright darling," she replied with a martyred sigh. "I understand how busy you are. I've just missed you is all."
"I miss you too"
Kathryn smiled. It was all so easy. Unable to resist twisting the knife she asked, "How are the new interns working out?"
There in a tell tale pause. "It's fine...for the most part."
"Oh?"
"Yes one of the female interns, I believe she attends your school actually, Sophie Van Allen?"
"I'm familiar with her," she replied, picturing the pretty teen stretched out naked across her duvet.
"Yeah, well she up and quit the other day, no reason, just said the program wasn't for her. Can you believe that?" he asked incredulously. "Does she have any idea how prestigious this program is? I had parents offering me cars to let their kids in for christs sake and this little-"
"Well I'm sure she had her reasons," Kathryn cut him off before he could launch into a full scale rant even though his anger amused her. Poor August didn't take rejection well. Sophie had told her after she quit he practically begged her to stay. Apparently he was very infatuated with her even though according to Sophie they hadn't gone any further then some heavy petting, which was kind of pathetic seeing as the blonde basically threw herself at him. She wondered how her boyfriend would react if he discovered she got further with Sophie in an hour than he did in three weeks. Loser.
"Teenagers have no discipline these days," he groused, "No sense of commitment."
Kathryn studied her manicure, growing increasingly bored with the conversation. "Uh huh."
"It's just...hold on a second love." There's a pause and she can hear him opening a door and then an annoying high pitched voice that sounds suspiciously like his bitch mother. After a minute he came back to the phone. "I'm going to have to call you back Kathryn, mother just arrived."
She rolled her eyes. It was just her luck she managed to find the one young, vaguely handsome billionaire in the world, and he was a total pansy assed momma's boy. Judith Billings was a real piece of work who loathed Kathryn on sight and seemed to make it her life's mission to make sure her son didn't marry her.
With an almost exaggerated sweetness she told him, "Well I'll let you go. Send your mother my love. I'll talk to you soon baby."
Hanging up the phone she rolled her eyes as she stared at her empty ring finger. Something needed to be done about that. Kathryn Merteuil waited for no man, not even a billionaire. Thinking it over she decided maybe she should use this Sophie thing to her advantage. Maybe she'd tell him the girl confessed everything and then threaten to leave him. Perhaps that would get him off his ass. If not, there was always the fake pregnancy route.
Outside of not being engaged, everything else had fallen back into place. Kathryn was no longer in danger of losing her idiot boyfriend to a teenager and said teen was now comfortably under her thumb. Mmm, little Sophie was quite the little dish. Sexy, exuberant and insatiable, it was enough for her to briefly consider going permanently lesbian. It was a shame she enjoyed dick so much.
Speaking of which, she hadn't heard anything from her favorite naughty student in over a week. It was enough to give her pause that he might be planning something, but then again knowing Sebastian he likely got bored and picked up a new obsession. This thought left her a little disappointed. Valmont was a pain in the ass, but at least he had provided some form of entertainment. It had been ages since she played games with someone her equal (or at least close to it). Kathryn dearly hoped he would keep his promise and not give up so easily.
Then just like that she's thinking about it. His pouty mouth, that bored drawl, the lazy smirk, his tight ass. Heat pooled in her belly and she found herself rubbing her legs together in order to appease the sudden ache. Almost subconsciously she reached for her tablet sitting on the bedside table. She opened up the video she downloaded a few days earlier. Immediately, the sound of a woman's high pitched shrieking filled the otherwise quiet room. Kathryn would lower the sound, but the noises he makes turns her on.
It's a video Sebastian posted last year on some porn sight of him fucking the (former) drama teacher that she discovered when she was doing her own research on him. They're in a bedroom, possibly his going by the expensive, masculine décor, and he had her bent over the side of the bed, a hand yanking her by the hair as he fucked her ruthlessly from behind. The angle of the camera wasn't ideal as there was no visible penetration. Clearly the video was made with the purpose of exposing and humiliating the teacher as she was clearly center stage, her sizable breasts bouncing wildly and her expression twisted in pleasure. Kathryn had no interest in the woman however. As she watched the video her gaze remained on Sebastian, bare chested and smirking as he plowed his victim. She was fascinated by the lack of pleasure on his face. Was he getting off on it at all?
Studying the video, she found herself getting turned on as she watched the preciseness of the way his hips snapped on every thrust. Her hand moved almost of it's own accord across her breasts, pinching her nipple. In the video Sebastian yanked the teacher upright, never breaking rhythm, he palmed her breasts before slipping a hand between her legs. The teacher mewled louder.
Kathryn slipped her own hand under her negligee and past her panties. She was wet, the liquid making her skin slippery as she rubbed her pussy. Dropping the tablet to the bed, she closed her eyes and reclined back against her pillows while her hand continued to work between her legs. Her mind began to wander and soon she was thinking about it: his face between her legs as his clever tongue worked her over, drawing her closer to the edge. She whimpered as she imagined the scenario of riding his face, legs clenched around him, her fingers yanking those blond curls as he made her cum.
The video was still playing and the sounds of him grunting and cursing drove her on. Now humping her hand in earnest, Kathryn could feel herself almost there, just a moment longer...
Then her doorbell rang.
At first she ignored it, sure she just imagined it. After all it was a weekday and it was late. Who would bother her at this time of night? Then it rang again and she stilled. "Shit," she grumbled, her moment of near ecstasy broken.
Kathryn looked at the bedside clock. It was nearly eleven. There was no way it was August. Even if he managed to ditch his mother he lived clear across town. Climbing off the bed with an annoyed sigh, she threw on her robe and crossed her apartment. Before opening the door she briefly fantasized that it was Sebastian on the other side. She supposed it wouldn't be that unlikely given his apparent panache for showing up unannounced. Her cunt pulsed with renewed desire at the thought.
She's disappointed however when she opens the door to find no one there and the hallway empty. What the fuck? Thinking it might be the neighbor kid fooling around she was about to close the door when she looked down and noticed the small package at her feet. It was a wrapped box with a tag attached to it. Scooping it up she read the delicate writing:
Open Me
Kathryn rolled her eyes. Really? She was in no mood for this bullshit, but her curiosity demanded answers. Stepping inside her apartment she opened the package to find a small digital recorder. When she turned it on her voice immediately filled the room:
"Little boy, do you honestly think you have the faintest clue how to get me off?"
"I think you'd be surprised," Sebastian answered
"Would I?"
Kathryn turned it off before it could go any further. That son of a bitch recorded their conversation and now he had all the ammunition he needed to torpedo her future engagement, her job, hell her life. Like an idiot she had practically gift wrapped it for him. Why hadn't she checked him for bugs as soon as she entered the room?
Because she underestimated him, she told herself. She ignored her instincts that told her she might be dealing with a true equal and now it came back to bite her on the ass. Well, it looked like she got her wish after all. Sebastian wasn't backing down.
Fucker.
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(Follow Me Down the Rabbit Hole...)
"Are you terribly mad at me?" Sophie purred coquettishly, batting her eyelashes for effect as if he was stupid enough to fall for any of that.
Sebastian leaned back against mahogany lockers, casually fiddling with the ends of his navy tie while the blond beside him rummaged through her locker. "Why? Because you helped that bitch screw me over?" With a sarcastic smile he asked, "Why would I be mad?"
She laughed as she stuffed her biology book into her bag. "I think you're jealous."
She wasn't wrong, he acknowledged to himself. The fact that the easiest girl in school got farther with his crush then he had was a god damn embarrassment. Luckily for him, Sophie was discreet. He would hate for this information to get around school.
"So how was she?"
Sophie closed her locker and as she stared into space, a dreamy look came over her face. She looked like a tween girl at a boy band concert. "It was amazing," she sighed. "I've never cum that hard before. Not even with a guy."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I'll try not to take offense to that."
She shrugged, snapping out of it. "Well I would have let you join us or at least let you stick around to watch, but Kathryn said it was best not to reward bad behavior."
"Kathryn?" he challenged. Not even he dared call her by her first name.
Sophie giggled, caressing his face. "Don't pout Sebastian, if will give you wrinkles." Spinning on her heel she started off down the hall with Valmont sneering behind her.
"Blow me," he called after her.
Turning around she blew him a kiss before heading up a flight of stairs, her plaid skirt flapping after her. Sebastian shook his head and headed off to his own class. His annoyance soon gave way to anticipation when he realized he had European history next.
This would be his first class since delivering his little present to Ms. Merteuil's doorstep. After walking in on her rendezvous with Sophie, Sebastian had decided to lay low for a little while so he took an impromptu trip to the Caribbean for a week to recharge and regroup and perhaps throw his opponent off her game. He was fairly confident it worked. It was admittedly a stroke of genius on his part to record their conversation that night. Now he had her right where he wanted her.
Entering the class he removed the bright red apple he had snagged from the cafeteria that morning and placed it on his teacher's desk. Ms. Merteuil was writing something on the board. She paused and looked at him over her shoulder, before her eyes narrowed at the apple like it might be poison. Sebastian smiled sweetly at her. "Good afternoon Ms. Merteuil."
"Sebastian," she greeted him, her voice flat.
He took a seat towards the back of the classroom and proceeded to eyefuck her for the next hour when he wasn't mentally calculating all the depraved things he planed to do to her that is. For her part, Ms. Merteuil studiously ignored him. Even after he referred to Helen of Troy as a "world-class slut" and the room errupted in raucous laughter and objections from his more feminist minded classmates, she barely bats an eye. Sebastian wasn't sure whether to be offended or amused.
When class ended his peers filed out, but he remained seated in his chair. Kathryn glared at him from across the room, all apparent disinterest vanishing. Apparently he had gotten her attention after all. Good.
"Did you get my gift?"
"I did"
He smiled and got to his feet. "Then I can assume we have an understanding, unless of course you'd rather I take that tape to the headmaster or maybe drop it off at your boyfriends. I'm sure he'll be interested to know that his beloved is trading sex for favors with her students."
Kathryn picked up the apple he left on her desk and for a moment Sebastian thinks she might throw it at him. Instead she snaps icily, "I know how blackmail works Mr. Valmont, no need to pontificate. Meet me in my office at five o'clock and we'll settle things."
"Very good," he agreed heading for the door. "I'll see you then Ms. Merteuil."
She cast one last withering glare in his direction before he departed. Her obvious fury makes him chuckle with misanthropic glee. In a mere four hours he'd finally be living out his ultimate fantasy.
Sebastian was so caught up in his triumph he didn't notice the headmaster coming right for him until he was standing in front of him. "Mr. Hargrove," he greeted with with false cheer. "How goes it sir?"
"Not well Sebastian," he replied, his face drawn tight in anger. "We need to talk son. My office. Now."
And just like that his good mood vanished.
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(Chemistry, biology, As long as he's on top of me)
When the clock struck five, Kathryn found herself waiting in her office curious to see if Sebastian would show. She was fairly confident he'd be unfortunately detained. Served him right, she thought darkly to herself. Asshole.
Tilting back in her rickety wooden desk chair, her legs stretched out before her with her feet resting on the edge of the desk. She stared out the window as the last few student stragglers and faculty members made there way out of the building and into the chilly New York air. With daylights savings time in full effect, the sun was already starting to set. Glancing at her watch Kathryn decided she'd give him a few minutes more than take off herself.
She had every confidence that headmaster Hargrove would do as she asked. Well, she didn't ask so much as threaten. Kathryn had coolly explained that if he didn't deal with Valmont in an appropriate fashion she'd be forced to go to the school board and Manchester really didn't need another scandal on it's hands, especially after that incident with the lacrosse captain and that freshman girl. He of course saw her point and promised it would be handled. Kathryn smiled to herself. It paid to have people afraid of you. It was the chief reason she was the only faculty member outside of the PE coach and the headmaster himself who had their own office. It was also the reason Sebastian Valmont was likely getting booted off campus at that very moment.
The door to her office opened suddenly pulling her from her thoughts. Everyone at that school knew better then to come into her private quarters unannounced—everyone that is except for one person. She found herself oddly pleased that he had made it to their meeting after all.
Kathryn didn't move from her chair or turn around to greet him. She remained staring out the window as she heard him come in and close the door. When she detected the familiar echo of the door locking she allowed herself a small grin. Someone was feeling confident. He said nothing as he came up behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she felt his hands curving around the back of her chair and then he bent down and kissed her neck. Kathryn forced herself not to react.
"I didn't think you'd make it," she replied coolly, still not turning to look at him.
"I almost didn't," he replied, voice at her ear. "Well played Ms. Merteuil."
"Thank you"
Letting go of her chair he circled around the desk so he was standing in front of her. He didn't look particularly pissed off, still dressed in his school uniform, his tie loosened at the neck. Then again, she was coming to realize Sebastian was almost as good as she was at masking his emotions. He took a seat at the window seat, his long legs hanging before him.
"I just came from the headmaster," he informed her in his usual laconic drawl, "It was very clever handing over that tape and making it look like I was blackmailing you for sex." She was about to point out that technically he was, but she held her tongue when he continued, "How did you distort the audio like that?"
"I had one of the AV geeks do it for me. It didn't take much persuasion," she added with a sly grin, rubbing in the fact that a loser he likely considered lower them himself had gotten further with her than he ever had.
Irritation flashed in Sebastian's eyes as he bit out, "Clever girl. Perhaps if you had used some of that cleverness when you were my age, you wouldn't be stuck teaching now."
Fury bubbled within in when he hit that particular target. Dropping her feat to the floor she hissed at him, "Watch it."
Valmont flashed a naughty grin, looking impossibly boyish, as he hopped off the window sill. "Sorry," he replied not sounding the least bit remorseful.
Kathryn relaxed back in her seat as she watched him peruse her office. He ran his long, dexterous fingers over the spines of her books. When she begins imagining other uses for those fingers she quickly tried to stifle her lustful thoughts, going back to the topic at hand. "So did they kick you out?"
"Please," he huffed shooting a pointed look over his shoulder at her. "My father owns half this city and my aunt Helen practically runs this school. Trust me, the headmaster's a lot more afraid of her than he ever was of you. I'm suspended for a week and my father is making a sizable contribution to the new library."
Kathryn expected she would receiver a call tomorrow from the headmaster, all sheepish apologies and excuses about his hands being tied. She would pretend to be okay with it, she might even be sweet. Then when the idiot had his guard down she'd go after something he loved, maybe he job or perhaps that drippy daughter of his. Either way she'd make him pay for his lack of backbone.
Her annoyance with him aside, she found herself oddly indifferent to Valmont's lack of punishment. The truth was she'd be rather disappointed if wasn't around and that was rather disconcerting thought. Besides, she was hardly surprised, she knew how powerful the Valmont's and the Rosemond's were.
"You don't seem particularly irritated that your plan wasn't a complete success," he notes.
"Nothing shocks me anymore," she sighs.
"I think you'd miss me," he challenged.
Kathryn said nothing just shook her head as she studied his cocky expression. "You know, you remind me so much of this boy I used to fuck around with in high school. He was pretty like you are and a total asshole." She hadn't thought of Bryce in awhile, but it was hard to deny his similarities to Sebastian. They shared that same careless arrogance that she, for whatever reason, found so appealing.
"What happened to him?" he asked.
"He fell for the wrong girl and wound up dead," she explained, her voice sounding emotionless even to her own ears. She wondered what that said about her that even after all these years she still couldn't find it in her to mourn dickhead Bryce.
She kind of expected him to press her for more details but he simply replied, "He sounds like a real pussy."
Kathryn laughed despite herself then got up from her chair and rounded the desk. "So, have you learned your lesson about playing outside your league?"
He seemed to consider it a second. "What I learned is I played this completely wrong."
"How so?"
Sebastian pushing off the wall, strolled over to her, his eyes drinking her in as he did. "There was never any need to resort to coercion and blackmail. You were right, my tactics were juvenile. But in my defense, there was something I haven't realized about you until we started this."
"Which is?"
His gaze zeroed in on her. "How badly you needed to be fucked Kathryn."
She found herself smiling, not only at him finally using her first name, but at his arrogant presumptions. Almost of her own accord, Kathryn found herself moving towards him. "Like you have any idea what I need," she sneered, her skin already heating as she realized what was about to happen. "And even if you did, what makes you think you're the one to give it to me?"
"I've known it since the first moment I walked into your class," he replied, loosening his tie as he closed the distance between them. "Even now, just look at you. Practically panting for it. I bet if I slipped my hand into your panties I'd find you soaking."
"Eat me high school boy," she snarled, eyes on him even when she was mentally calculating how fast she could get his pants unbuckled. "Do you honestly think you could ever make me cum?"
"Watch me"
Grabbing her by the waist he hauled her to him, then launched his mouth against hers in an all out assault. He sure as hell didn't kiss like a high school boy, she'd give him that. Kathryn whimpered as she eagerly kissed him back, her hands shooting up to tug at his short blond curls, just as she always wanted to do. It was frantic and passionate, all tongue, teeth and wet lips as they both struggled to gain the upper hand.
They stumbled back against her desk, knocking over paper weights and a glass vase of flowers. Neither of them paid any mind. Using his arm, Sebastian cleared off most everything else. It made a terrible racket. In the back of her mind Kathryn wondered if anyone was still around to hear them. Before she could give the matter too much consideration, he distracted her, picking her up and setting her down with a hard thud at the edge of her desk. They broke apart, both gasping and breathless. Kathryn surveyed the damage, noting her tablet now resting on the ground, most likely cracked and broken.
"You're replacing everything," she told him sternly.
"Yes, Ms. Merteuil," he replied with an impish grin as he unbuttoned her snug blazer. Fingering the flimsy straps of her silk camisole he easily snapped them leaving her in her bra. "Oops, I guess I'll be replacing that too."
Kathryn slapped him across the face like she had fantasized doing since the fist time he smirked at her. Sebastian wheeled back, touching his cheek in surprise before a grin broke out over his handsome face. "Bitch," he muttered, then kissed her once again.
His hands traced up her sides to her breasts, squeezing her till she moaned then quickly discarding her bra, unclasping the front and tossing the lacy garment towards the window. Valmont's mouth moved from her lips, down her neck, to her collarbone, until finally coming to her tits. He sucked on her nipples so hard her hips surged upwards, seeking friction. Gripping her waist he held her down, as he worked his magic on her other breast. Kathryn's fingers dug into his hair. "Shit," she hissed.
He eyed her from between her tits, arrogance and desire swimming in his clear blue eyes. "And we haven't even gotten started yet," he teased.
Kathryn moved her hands to his shoulders and abruptly forced him to his knees. Sebastian bit out a curse as he hit the hard floor. She laughed. "Show me what you go Mr. Valmont," she demanded.
His gaze narrowed in irritation, but he easily met the challenge, dragging her further to the edge of the desk and drawing her panties down her legs. She didn't notice what he did with the garment and didn't give it a second thought. He could keep it to jack with for all she cared. Those long, nimble fingers of his spread the lips of sex open and he seemed to study her a moment. Growing impatient Kathryn was about to force his face against her sex, when his tongue was suddenly on her. He took long, broad swipes of her cunt making her buck against him while his finger slowly penetrated her.
"Jesus," she breathed, tightening around him.
She wrapped her legs around his face, locking them in place behind his head and effectively smothering him with her pussy. Gripping his hair in one hand, she leaned back and used the other to balance herself as she rode his face. Sebastian, his tongue hungrily lapping at her core, continually brought her to the brink before abruptly changing course and leaving her to dangle, eager as hell to cum and half delirious with pleasure.
"Fuck, please, just do it," she found herself begging. When she felt his tongue rim her ass, cried out in surprise, her hips jerking against his mouth harder. Kathryn tightened her thighs around his face and yanked his hair. "Do it dammit—oh god!"
The finger he had working inside her rubbed some previously unexplored nerve while Sebastian simultaneously sucked her distended clit into his mouth. Her orgasm hit fast and furious, the force of it nearly knocking her side ways. She rode his face hard, grinding against him eagerly as a high pitched moan escaped her. Kathryn wasn't normally a screamer, but then again she couldn't recall the last time she came like that.
Releasing her hold on him, she languidly removed her thighs wrapped around his neck. Sebastian got to his feet. His face was red and he was wearing a self-satisfied grin that was covered in her juices. Kathryn was still trembling and a little dazed when he gripped her neck and pulled her close. "Did you enjoy that?" he murmured pressing his forehead to hers.
"Yes, you arrogant little shit," she huffed before pulling lunging forward to capture his mouth. She can taste herself all over him and it excites her. Kathryn licks his lips clean. "You eat pussy better than a dyke," she praised.
"Well you would know, wouldn't you?" he teased, swiftly removing his jacket and then his tie.
Kathryn smiled sardonically as she goes for his pants, eager to get to the main event. Before she can get him out of his shorts, Sebastian takes her by the wrists and begins tying her hands together. She immediately tries to put a stop to it.
"I don't think so," she snapped.
"Relax," he sighed, tightening his grip as he knotted the tie tightly around her. "You'll enjoy it, trust me."
She didn't enjoy being tied up normally, she liked being the one in control. Given the delicate power dynamic of their relationship the situation certainly called for it, but she found herself, for whatever reason curious to see what would happen. Against her better judgment she quit fighting him
"Good girl," he praised when she stopped struggling. Sebastian kissed her briefly then abruptly pushed her backwards so she was laying the length of the desk.
Kathryn stretched her arms over her head, letting herself be displayed, half dressed and trussed up for his pleasure. Sebastian finished unfastening his pants and pulled out his porn star sized cock. "Jesus," she breathed when she got a look at him. If one could call a dick pretty, his certainly was. Full and pink, sticking straight up, a bone eager to be buried.
He looked her over with a cocky grin as he stroked himself. Palming her tits with his other hand he remarked, "Damn your sexy."
Pride swelled within her as she knew how many women he had fucked in his short lifetime, but she put on a facade of indifference. "Stop playing with yourself Mr. Valmont and fuck me."
Cocking an eyebrow at her he quickly hauled her to the edge of the desk and drapes her legs over his shoulders. Kathryn gasped at the sudden position shift and before she can become accustomed, he shoved himself all the way inside her. She arched against the desk, crying out in surprise at the sharp intrusion. Her cunt, already sensitive from her orgasm, tightened and pulsed around his length. She knew he was big and she was certainly no shrinking virgin, but shit it hurt! She couldn't recall the last time a guy had stretched her like that.
Her discomfort must have shown on her face because as he leaned over her, practically bending her in half, a smile tugged at his lips, he asked, "What, no quip about my age or lack of prowess?" When she could only whimper in reply, her brain unable to focus long enough to answer he continued, "Good, then shut up and take your cock like a good girl."
Kathryn's eyes narrowed at him as her senses returned. She was about to toss off a remark about his incessant rambling when he began to fuck her in earnest.
Even having watched the various videos online documenting his skills, she still wasn't prepared for him. Sebastian Valmont could fuck. He didn't just jackhammer into her like some guys did, there was a finesse and a grace to his movements. He knew how to exploit friction, change angles. He knew when to plunge deep and he knew when a shallow thrust was all that was needed. His hips snapped with precision, alternating between slow, taunting thrusts and brutal, relentless pounding. Kathryn was a withering, panting mess, trapped beneath him unable to do anything, but take what he was giving her. It was both simultaneously hot and frustrating.
When his hand slipped between their bodies and began to rub circles against her clit, she called out his name and tightened around him. Sebastian hissed in pleasure. Through hooded eyes she watched him, straining above her, clearly on the brink of his own orgasm. He was beautiful like this, his handsome face pinched in pleasure as beads of sweat poured off him. "Come on Kathryn," he gasped, his breath rough as he fucked her hard. "Come for me sweetheart."
The old wooden desk beneath her creaked with their joined weight. Reaching back her fingers dug into the shitty wood and she imagined the next time she sat at this desk she'd look at her scratch marks and always think of this. Not that she needed the reminder. She was fairly certain she wouldn't forget this any time soon.
Kathryn wanted to hold off her orgasm, she wanted to make him work for it after all, especially after all the shit she talked about him not being able to follow through, but she finds herself unable to stop it. With his persistent hand playing her like some well loved instrument, she was literally putty in his hands.
Fucker.
Unlike last time when her orgasm was sudden, this time it is slow and drawn out, her body shaking with the effort to delay it. When the pleasure gathered in her gut finally exploded she practically sobbed with relief, tightening around him like a screw, he eyes closed tight as an explosion of color erupted behind them.
She babbled some stuff as well, but she doesn't bother to decipher it for fear of further embarrassment. When she comes to she's just in time to watch Valmont go off. He slammed into her hard, his once exquisite technique had given way to the frantic need to cum. His mouth went slack and he calls her by her first name over and over again as he pants and grunts before suddenly retching himself away. Kathryn gasped at his abrupt exit from her body, feeling uncomfortably empty. She watched transfixed as he quickly jacked his cock over her cunt. It occurs to her then she wouldn't have minded if he came inside her, but this was probably smarter as they hadn't bothered with a condom. Sebastian cums in three long spurts that land on her bare mound.
Stumbling back he looks a little dazed as he runs a hand over his face. The sight of this usually cocky boy looking dumbfounded made her grin. "What are you smiling about?" he asked, his own mouth curving into a smile.
"Did you get that out of your system?" she taunts, trying her best to sound haughty but missing the mark and landing on tired.
"Not even close," he remarked as he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up to a sitting position.
Kathryn experienced a momentary head rush before quickly getting her bearings. Sebastian cupped her face and kissed her with surprising passion. When he pulls back there's some unnamed emotion in his eyes that makes it hard for her to swallow. What was that? Before she can consider the implications he was kissing her again.
With her hands still bound she touched his cock, which somehow was not completely limp. He whimpered against her lips. "I want this in my mouth," she breathed.
"I'm not stopping you," he laughed.
"Untie me"
Sebastian seemed to consider it. "I don't know. I kind of like you like this."
"Trust me, you'll want my hands free for what comes next."
His eyebrows leap on his face then he turned, examining the mess on the floor before scooping up a pair of sheers. He cut his tie off her wrists, effectively freeing her. Kathryn practically moaned as she was released. Her skin, bright red and raw from the chaff marks, looked worse than it actually felt. Still, when Sebastian began massaging her wrists she didn't stop him. Instead, she took the opportunity to finish undressing him at least part way, removing his shirt with one hand, popping off buttons as she did.
Her hands were itching to explore his body. She ran her fingers down his smooth, pale chest and nipped at his nipples, receiving a grunt of approval from him. Pulling down his pants, she reached behind him and palmed his perfect ass. By the time she hopped off the desk and sunk to her knees in front of him, Sebastian was already hard again.
Kathryn wasted no time with any more foreplay. Taking his pulsing cock, still wet with her juices, she stroked him twice before swallowing him whole. Even with his impressive length she was still able to fit him all the way down her throat. Sebastian, gripping her hair tightly at the root, gasps, "Holy fucking shit."
She proceeded to use all her many years of cocksucking to drive him to the brink. Hallowing her cheeks she sucks him hard, letting him batter her poor throat as her tongue teased his underside and sensitive tip. When he tries to fuck her face she doesn't stop him, instead urging him on with wanton moans, while her gaze landed on his. She nibbled as his balls before sucking them into her mouth, then returning back to his cock. Using her own wetness as lube, she guided a finger to his backside and penetrated his ass. Sebastian cries out in surprise and she pulls off his cock, laughing.
"Have any of your school girls ever done this for you?"
"No," he pants, eyes heavy with lust, "Just school boys."
Kathryn's eyes widened in surprise, not sure if he was being serious or not. She would have bet good money Sebastian didn't swing that way, but she was starting to realize she had severely underestimated him. He only laughed before forcing her mouth back on him.
With her finger buried in his ass, she fucked him, taking delight in the way his features twisted in pleasure as he tried to save off his orgasm . She wondered if he ever had anything more substantial then a finger inside him before and she was suddenly disappointed they weren't doing this back at her apartment where she had full access to her arsenal of toys.
When the edge of her finger nuzzled against his prostate, he shoots off quickly coating the back of her throat with his bitter cum and cursing her name in a series of gasps. Kathryn relishes the way he trembles against her, the first trace of vulnerability displayed by him since this started. Itching to exploit it, she takes him back into her mouth, making him twitch and push her away, too sensitive to be touched. "Shit," he panted, "Give me a second."
"What's wrong Valmont?" she taunted, running her nails down his thigh. "Worn out already? How disappointing."
His eyes narrowed at her and his pouty mouth twisted in scorn. Grabbing her by the hair, he forced her to her feet. Kathryn shrieked at the harsh handling, stumbling back against the desk. "Asshole," she spat pushing at his chest.
Sebastian pulled her back to him, kissing her almost violently as his hands make quick work of the rest of her clothes, stripping her bare. Then, before she knew what was happening, he swung her around , carrying her over to the couch in the corner of the room. He set her down on her feet then abruptly spun her around and bent her over the length of it. The couch was dark green and velvet, an old relic that she inherited from the office's last inhabitant. Kathryn never used it and had planned to dispose of it, but had never gotten around to it. Now the delicate skin of her cheek was rubbing against the smelly fabric as her student prepared to mount her from behind.
Running a hand down her back, he palmed her ass before spanking it, eliciting a shriek of surprise from her. He repeats the motion on her other side then spreads her cheeks apart. A moment later she felt the blunt tip of his finger against her asshole. Tossing her hair out of her face, Kathryn looked back at him. "Don't mess around in that area if you don't know what you're doing," she warned him.
He snickered as he held up a small bottle of lotion he must have swiped from her bag. "Relax, you honestly think I've never done this before?"
Oh she's sure he has, but had he done it without tearing a girl in two, is the question. Eying his sizable cock, which somehow against all logic was once again stiff, Kathryn had second thoughts about allowing this. There was his age to consider of course, not to mention his need to prove something to her, but really she was just worried about his large cock and the prospect of him doing permanent damage. In the end though, her curiosity, her lust and her pride won out over common sense.
Sebastian penetrated her with lube covered digits. He was surprisingly gentle, taking the time to stretch and accommodate her accordingly. Kathryn clutched the couch whimpering as he slowly, tantalizingly prepared to take her, while simultaneously trying to ignore the fact that she was bare assed naked in her shitty office, about to be ass fucked by the school manwhore.
Removing his fingers, his hands at her waist, he positioned her just so and she could feel the heat of his cock against her backside. He paused before broaching her. "If you don't want this, tell me now, no bullshit," he told her, his voice deep and oddly sincere.
He was giving her an out she realized, but she doesn't take it. No fucking way. Pressing her face to the couch she instructed him, "Do it."
She could hear him inhale sharply before slowly entering her. Unlike last time, he's slow, obviously careful. Kathryn appreciates it, but at the same time resents the need for it. She didn't like to be reminded of her weaknesses, even if it was for her own good. Reaching behind herself she tried to pull him in, but he stops her, pinning her wrist to the couch. "Do you want me to hurt you?"
Turning her head she met his gaze and admitted, "Yes."
Sebastian looked momentarily startled before nodding. He grabbed her by the neck and forced her head back down, before rearing his hips backwards and forcing himself completely inside her. Kathryn cried out loudly in pain. Motherfucker! It hurt so badly she could barely breath at first, choking out breaths as she felt him pulse within her. It felt as if she was being torn apart. Tears prickled at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
"Kathryn," he asked, his voice strained and hoarse, "Are you alright?"
She nodded and managed to eek out a mumbled, "Yes."
Sebastian began to move after that, with shallow thrusts at first, as if he's afraid to move too much, but soon his movements accelerated, building speed as he fucked her with surprising (though not really) confidence. When he slipped a hand between her legs and started rubbing gentle circles against her clit, she nearly sobbed with relief. Kathryn's teeth dig into the nasty sofa as she gets lost in the intense pleasure and exquisite pain.
Just like with everything else they've done, Sebastian is ridiculously good at this. It kind of irritates her a little bit, the fact that he was making her eat her words to to speak. Sensing her desire for pain as much as pleasure, he yanked on her hair and slapped her ass, urging her closer to orgasm. After one particularly brutal thrust he asked once again if she's okay.
"Don't...stop..." Kathryn panted, not sure what she was really asking of him in that moment.
He listened to her, fucking her nearly unconscious over the side of the couch. When she finally came she was shaking so bad she would have fallen to the floor if Sebastian hadn't been holding her in place. It's easily her most intense orgasm of the day. It doesn't take him long to follow suite, this time coming inside her, coating her with his cum.
Sebastian pulled out of her slowly, making her whimper and twitch as he exits her body. Kathryn felt his hand gently caress her back and for a moment she expected him to slap her again. Instead he used a cloth to dry her off, soothingly rubbing her clean. There's something strangely romantic about it and that leaves her a little unsettled.
Without a word he pulls her upright, and Kathryn turns in his arms. They kissed, languid and sensual, both exhausted but not quite ready to part. They both knew when this stopped, that would be the end of it. Not surprisingly, Kathryn pulled away first, licking her lips and backing away from him, effectively breaking the spell.
Turning, she stumbled as gracefully as she could manage to the ugly sofa. Her head was swimming with everything that just transpired. She just had the best sex of her life and it was with a goddamn seventeen year old. It went without saying that her life was completely fucked.
She stretched out, resting her feet against the old trunk that was functioning as a pseudo coffee table. Sebastian slumped down beside her, wearing nothing but his boxers. At least he was wearing some clothing. If Kathryn had any energy left she would have gathered what was left of her clothes and gotten the hell out of there.
Ignoring him, she said nothing, but out of the corner of her eye she could see his observing her with that calculating stare of his. After a minute or so Sebastian leaned over and kissed her neck. Kathryn shoved him away. "This is over with," she explained, her voice brokering no argument.
"Seriously?" he asked, his tone incredulous.
"Yes. I told you at the start, this was a one time thing."
She couldn't afford an affair with Sebastian Valmont. There was too much on the line. If anyone found out she could loose her job, her limited standing in the community and not to mention, most importantly, her future fiance. She would not throw years of hard work and sacrifice down the drain for a good fuck. No matter how incredible it was.
Turning to face him she almost laughed when she noticed the pathetic expression on his face. "Are you seriously pouting? That's adorable," she chides mockingly.
"I'm not pouting," Sebastian groused as he leaned over the table as if searching for something. "I'm thinking. Do you have any cigarettes?"
She pointed to her desk. "Top drawer"
He got up and she admired his clothed backside as he lumbered to the desk to retrieve her cigarettes. He finds one and pops it in his mouth. Curious she asked about his earlier statement. "What are you thinking about?"
Sebastian lights a cigarette and inhales, his eyes back on her. "I was wondering if you're still planning on marrying the computer dork."
"Of course," she sighed. "If he ever gets off his ass and asks me that is."
"He will," he told her with strange certainty. "However, it occurs to me there might be a much more appealing option available to you."
"Such as?" Before he can reply Kathryn laughs. "Please don't tell you're proposing marriage Valmont. The sex wasn't that good."
"Please, as if I have any interest in tying myself down to your gold digging ass," he huffed as he returned to his seat beside her. "And yes, the sex was that good."
Her lips quirked upwards in a brief grin before forging on. "Then who are you suggesting I marry?"
Sebastian takes a long drag of his cigarette then announced, "My father."
Kathryn stared at him utterly incredulous, wondering for a second if she actually heard him right. He smiled back at her, clearly pleased at having shocked her. "Are you serious?"
"Of course," he replied easily. "I think you would make a good match."
"Why on earth would you think that?"
Reclining back in his seat he explained his thoughts. "Why not? He's handsome, he's charming and best of all he's loaded and unlike your boyfriend, his money is old and invested. There's no chance of his corporation going belly up in a few years and he'd have no problem keeping you in the lifestyle you obviously demand. Also, unlike Billings, you wouldn't have to put on airs with him. None of this Susie Sunshine crap. My father likes sluts."
"Like father, like son, huh?" she snickered. When he shrugged by way of answer she shook her head at him. "Are you honestly trying to pimp me out to your father?"
"Are you honestly offended?"
No, actually she wasn't. The more he talked, the more she imagined it as a real possibility. Sebastian made some good points and the idea of getting out from underneath August's fickle thumb, not to mention away from his bitch mother, was vastly appealing. Still, there was one nagging question.
"What exactly would you get out of this Sebastian?" she asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Smirking he snuffed out his cigarette then turned to her. Kathryn inhaled sharply when he snaked a hand between her legs, the feeling already frighteningly familiar. He leered at her as he replied, "A very close mother/son relationship."
His fingers stroked against the length of her pussy making her gasp and then laugh. "You're seriously twisted."
He removed his fingers, now damp from her sex, then rubbed them against her lips. "Coming from you I take that as a compliment."
Sebastian leaned in and kissed her briefly, his tongue licking away he wetness his fingers left behind. Kathryn had to actively stop herself from jumping him again and keep her head in the game. Breaking away he asked, "Well?"
It was an intriguing possibility. The thought of all that money, the power that came with it and the possibility that she'd get to keep Valmont around as her person fuck toy, was incredibly tempting. However, there was also the fact to consider that she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. Then again she knew he wanted to fuck her again. Judging by the tent in his boxers she'd even say he was desperate for it. She could use that if need be to keep him in line.
Kathryn played hard to get. "I'm not sure. I have, after all, devoted a great deal of time to August."
"Yes and look where it's gotten you," he pointed out sarcastically. "Look, unlike your nerdy soon to be ex, my father loves getting married. Trust me, he'll propose after a month and if you decide to divorce him later on, he'll be generous. Probably too generous," he grumbled.
Kathryn considered it. "And you'll help me seduce him?"
"Of course," he agreed, his hand back on her leg. "Not that you'll need much help in that area."
She removed his hand and he practically growled at her. Kathryn laughed.
"Tell you what Valmont, if you can get your father to marry me, in let's say...a month, I'm all yours."
Sebastian rolled his eyes upwards, clearly not pleased by this suggestion. "A month?"
"Yep, one month. But, as you've recently learned..." Kathryn leaned in, nipping at his neck as her fingers traced over the happy trail leading to his groin. "I'm more than worth the wait."
Sebastian turned his head, a knowing grin spread across his face as he eyed her mouth and licked his lips. He shook his head in agreement. "Yeah you are."
They kissed briefly, her lips gently moving against his almost tauntingly. Sebastian attempted to turn it into something more, but Kathryn held back, choosing instead to keep it a tease of something more substantial to come. When they broke apart she looks at him expectantly, knowing even before he spoke what his answer would be. None the less, she grins when he tells her.
"You got yourself a deal baby."
THE END
Author's Note: This is for melissa0267 who requested a teacher Kathryn/student Sebastian scenario. I hope this was what you were looking for. Over the past couple years I've gotten different requests from readers, so for the next couple of chapters I'm going to write some of them. If there's something in particular you'd like to see played out, let me know. Until then drop a review if you can and thanks so much for reading!