With Voyeuristic Intention
Summary: This summer Annette's about to receive one hell of a sexual awakening at the hands of Kathryn and Sebastian
A/N: A few things about this story:
** This fic has NOTHING to do with 'Kill Your Darlings'. I know I promised a sequel to that, and it will be posted at some point, but this is not that. Like at all.
*** If you're looking for an angsty, emotional, romantic story you'll probably want to look elsewhere. This is most definitely not that. Honestly, this is essentially Kathryn and Sebastian being monsters and fucking a lot. PWP with barely a plot. This is pretty lengthy and very possibly the dirtiest thing I've written.
**** Like all my CI fics this is basically written 'out of time' as in it doesn't really take place in the 90's or in current times. Basically, I'm just using the aspects I like from each (i.e. cell phones and the internet and Sebastian getting away with shit he could never (and should never) get away with now)
***** Unlike the film which takes place at the end of summer, this takes place at the beginning of summer. So Court dumped Kathryn during Memorial day rather than 4th of July.
It's so dreamy
Oh, fantasy free me
So you can't see me
No, not at all
In another dimension
With voyeuristic intention
Well secluded, I see all.
- Time Warp, "The Rocky Horror Picture Show"
Chapter 1:
Fuck Her Yet?
"Do you masturbate?"
Annette's mouth falls open at the question, although she's not entirely sure why. You'd think after a week of living with Sebastian Valmont and listening to his lewd remarks and innuendos, he'd lose the ability to shock her, but no such luck.
"Excuse me?"
Her smirks back at her, utterly unrepentant, and shrugs. They are at breakfast, sitting outside, shaded from the morning sun by large sycamore trees. A feast, easily big enough to feed ten is laid out before them while servants stand on either side of the long table, pretending to ignore their conversation. Annette wishes she could do the same.
Sipping his mimosa, he explains with his typical bored drawl, "I don't mean to offend you. I just think it might help you relax a little."
"I'm relaxed," she bites out tightly.
"Are you?" Setting his glass down he sits up in his chair, leans in a little. That serial killer gaze of his zeroes in on her. "Look it's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone does it. Everyone needs a release." His smirk deepens. "If you like, I could show you how."
Annette's not a moron. She knows he's trying to shock her with his immature prodding. His frail little ego got bruised when she roundly rejected his overtures and like a nasty little boy on playground, he is trying to tug at her metaphorical braids in order to provoke a reaction. Unfortunately, it works.
Dropping her fork unceremoniously to her plate, she gets to her feet. "You're a pig," she sneers at him, all the while ignoring the hammering in her chest. "Stay the hell away from me."
She storms away then, across the sprawling green lawn, towards the main house. Sebastian calls after her. "Annette! Annette…"
"…Annette"
"…Annette"
Annette blinks and comes back to herself realizing Helen is calling her name. Shaking off the memory, she turns to the older woman sitting beside her in the back of the town car and she forces a smile. "I'm sorry Mrs. Rosemond, what were you saying?"
"I was just wondering if you'd like to join me next week to volunteer with the adult literacy program?" she asks, her weathered face as warm and welcoming as her own grandmothers.
Annette nods. "Yes, I'd love to."
"Great." She pulls out a well-worn leather date book and makes a note while Annette turns her attention to the rolling scenery out the window. Mrs. Rosemond sure does love volunteering. It's so sweet of her, she thinks, but at the same time she can't help but wonder if this is how she's going to spend her summer? Trailing after a sixty-five-year-old woman as she visits every nursing home and homeless shelter in the city? This isn't exactly the excitement you signed up for when you agreed to spend the summer in New York.
As soon as she thinks it, Annette quickly admonishes herself. Mrs. Rosemond is a warm, gracious and kind woman. She could only hope to be half as generous with her time as she is and after everything Helen has done for her, she should be honored to volunteer alongside her.
Besides, there were worse ways to spend her time. For instance, she could spend it hanging out with Sebastian Valmont.
Just thinking his name, her stomach does a weird flippy thing. She doesn't know why she keeps thinking about him or that particular memory. While she still thinks he's a pig, Sebastian has since apologized for the incident and she accepted. However, she can't seem to shake that memory or the strange feelings it elicits.
Suddenly, her ringing phone cuts through the silence of the car. Annette fishes it out of her purse and frowns when she sees who it is. Sebastian. It was strange as she knows she's never called him let alone put his number in her phone. Nevertheless, she answers.
"Hello?"
"Hi."
"Um, how did your number get in my phone?"
"Fate?" When Annette let's out a long, exasperated sigh he chuckles. "I thought you'd be pleased."
"Oh yes. I just love it when people infringe on my personal property."
"Admit it, you're a little charmed."
She pictures his smug, boyish face and she can't help smiling. Despite her annoyance she is indeed charmed. She's never known a boy to be this relentless before. She replies with a statement that's kind of become an in-joke between them. "Agree to disagree."
He laughs, warm and masculine before asking her, "Where are you?"
"I'm with your aunt Helen. We're just returning from volunteering at Saint Mary's." She shoots a brief look at the older woman beside her, but she's pretending to be engrossed with her book.
"Oh yeah? Tell me about it."
Annette laughs a little. "Seriously?"
"Seriously. I want to hear all about your day."
As she launches into the events of that afternoon, Annette can't help but wonder if she got him all wrong. Was it possible there was more to Sebastian Valmont than just a sleezy, spoiled playboy who only wanted to get laid?
Maybe, she thinks, but probably not.
"Since you're already down there sweetheart, why don't you go ahead and stick a finger in my ass."
The Italian beauty currently making a meal of his cock, hums in agreement and a moment later he feels one of her long saliva covered fingers, push past the tight ring of his ass. Sebastian winces and groans, but soon the momentary discomfort gives way to intense pleasure as he feels her gently nudge his prostate.
"Fuck yeah," he groans, eyes fluttering shut briefly. "Keep doing that."
For a moment he allows himself to get lost in his own pleasure, until the faint voice chirping in his ear reminds him, he's in the middle of a phone call. Right, the virgin.
Taking the phone off mute he effortlessly picks up the phone call right where he left off. "Well, it sounds like you two ladies had a good time."
"We did. There's something so rewarding about spending your time helping make someone else's day a little bit brighter, you know what I mean?"
Sebastian violently cringes at the sentiment. He'd rather take a hacksaw to his nut sack then spend an afternoon with a bunch of drooling geriatrics, but he's trying to play up the reformed rake angle so he tells her with all the earnestness he can muster, "Yeah I do. I only wish you had invited me along. I love volunteering!"
A sharp snicker echoes from the girl currently sucking him off. Frowning, Sebastian grabs a handful of her long glossy locks and jerks his hips upwards, effectively gagging her. She coughs, sputters and chokes around his cock. He grins. Serves you right, bitch.
"You love volunteering?" Annette echoes incredulously over the line. "Somehow I don't buy that."
"I do! I volunteer all the time at soup kitchens, homeless shelters, bake sales…" Sebastian trails off when he realizes she's rightfully not buying his bullshit. Ah, fuck it. "Alright fine, I hate volunteering. I think it's a waste of time. But I would have enjoyed hanging out with you."
"Wow. A moment of honesty."
"Yeah, well don't get used to it, I'm not liking it too much."
She says something in reply, but Sebastian gets distracted when his entertainment for the afternoon, the upstairs maid Vivian, pulls off his dick and crawls into his lap. Tugging the buttons of her uniform open, the best natural tits in Manhattan tumble out. Sebastian audibly groans. Goddamn.
"What are you doing?"
"Reading." He reaches out and gropes her breast, teasing her puckered nipple with his thumb.
"Oh yeah? Anything good?"
Sebastian thinks for a moment then has to stop himself from laughing. "A Tale of Two Cities."
"I love Dickens."
"Me too. Hold on, that's my other line." Sebastian puts the phone on hold and orders his playmate, "Strip."
Unfazed by his high handedness, Vivian stands up on the bed and shimmies out of her uniform followed by her panties. Sebastian reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a small metal plug and a bottle of lube. Without further instruction, Viv drops back down and kneels into position, elbows down, ass up. He takes a moment to admire her sweet little rosebud before pouring some lube on his fingers and picking the call back up. He leaves it on speaker.
"Annette, I'm sorry, that's my mom. Can we talk when you get back?"
"Of course."
"Before I hang up, there was something I wanted to ask you about." He works a couple of fingers into the maid's tight ass as he uses his best eager little boy voice on the unsuspecting blonde. "I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to the Picasso Exhibit at the Met on Sunday. You were saying the other day how much you admire his work. I was thinking we could go there and maybe grab a bite afterwards."
A long tell-tale silence greets his request. Sebastian rolls his eyes before clarifying, "Just as friends of course."
"Oh, um, can I think about it?"
"Sure."
Sebastian works the plug into Viv's tight backside with one hand while the other plays with her wet pussy. "Okay. I'll see you soon."
"Bye"
When he's sure she's hung up he does the same, rolling his eyes at what he's been reduced to. Christ, he should have had this thing wrapped up by now, but it had been over a week, and he's still playing these asinine little kids games with her.
Clearly, he isn't the only one unimpressed with himself.
"Just friends?" Vivian echoes incredulously. "Lame. And here I thought you were one of the great bullshit artists of our time."
Sebastian scowls and slaps her on the ass. "Shut up Viv, you don't know anything about it."
Rolling on to her side, she casts a bored look in his direction. "You're trying to nail that little priss visiting your aunt, right? You don't have a shot in hell Romeo. Not peddling that horseshit anyway."
"What do you suggest?"
She shrugs, runs a hand through her long hair. "I don't know, she seems to get off on honesty, right? Tell her the truth. You want to fuck her six ways to Sunday. Who knows, maybe it's just the thing she's been waiting to hear."
"Somehow I doubt that," he drawls. "You don't know this chick. She wrote an article in Seventeen magazine proclaiming she's going to wait for true love or some bullshit. She wants hearts and flowers not fucking and sucking."
"I'd think you of all people would realize what people say and what they actually want, aren't necessarily the same thing."
"Oh, you're so smart," he mocks as he straddles her and pins her arms to the mattress before adding meanly, For a maid."
Her deep chocolate eyes narrow in annoyance. "You know, perhaps I should have a talk with your little friends. Fill her in on just what a degenerate asshole you really are."
Sebastian tightens his grip on her wrists, leans in and casually threatens, "You say one word to her and I'll report that delectable ass of yours to INS. You'll be back on a boat to Naples before the weekend."
"Go ahead. I'm from Queens you elitist half-wit."
"Hmm, well that would explain your breeding."
She turns and nips at his hand. He responds by tickling her, which she hates, and they tussle for a moment before Sebastian inevitably ends up handcuffing her to the bed. This has become par for the course with their coupling. One of them always ends up tied up. Usually her.
Vivian is his regular fuck when he stays at the estate. Outside of being gorgeous with a truly epic rack, she's also discreet, not particularly clingy and pretty much open for anything sexually. The only downside is she's not remotely submissive or tame.
"Behave," he warns as she playfully tugs at her restraints.
"Hurry up and fuck me. This plug is starting to hurt."
"In a minute"
He snaps a few pics of her for his collection. She sticks her tongue out at him.
"You know who would probably have no problem fucking your virgin? That hot bitch sister of yours. She could talk anyone into anything."
Sebastian cocks a brow. "Is that so? You sound like you speak from personal experience."
Viv just grins.
"Yeah well, luckily my darling sister is otherwise occupied this summer." And thank fuck for that. The last thing he needs is Kathryn and her special brand of bullshit fucking things up even worse for him. Thankfully, his darling sis is busy with her own nefarious schemes this summer. Something about getting revenge on an ex-lover by turning some idiot fifteen-year-old virgin into the school slut.
"That's a shame." Her grin turns taunting, as she purrs, "She gives the best head."
Well, that's hitting a little below the belt. "That sounds like a challenge." When she merely shrugs, Sebastian tosses the camera aside then abruptly dives between her legs. Viv squeals in laughter.
If there was one thing, he simply could not abide it was someone besmirching his skills as a lover. You could call him a liar, a manipulative bastard, a degenerate asshole. That was fine. But no one better question his abilities in the sack. To even suggest that Satan's handmaiden is somehow better at eating pussy than him will not be tolerated.
Sebastian takes great pleasure in making her eat her words (so to speak). Within minutes he has that little slut withering all over the place, sobbing into the sheets as he tongue fucks her to multiple orgasms.
"God! FUCK!" she bellows, jerking against her restraints, hips bucking against his mouth. "Don't you fucking stop."
Pulling off her weeping cunt he smacks his lips and drawls, "Who was that you said is the best at giving head? I forgot."
Viv groans. "YOU are damnit! YOU ARE!"
"Goddamn right I am." Chuckling he dives back in only to get distracted when his phone starts ringing.
"Don't you fucking dare," Viv warns.
He honestly has no intentions of answering it, but he catches a glance at the caller and groans. Shit.
He reaches for the irritating devise, ignoring Viv's cries of protest. "Speak of the devil and she shall appear," he singsongs, before answering it with a gruff, "What?"
"Fuck her yet?" As always Kathryn gets right to the point.
"I'm working on it," he sighs, already mentally pulling himself away from the delectable Vivian.
"Loser"
"Blow me."
He waits with bated breath for his sister to volley back the serve only to be left hanging. He's about spit out some devastating putdown when he's greeted by the unmistakable sound of his sister moaning. Sebastian snickers. He should have known. The degenerate slut.
God he loves her.
"You know sis, it's considered tacky to talk on the phone while fucking."
With one hand braced against the ceiling of the limo, Kathryn rides Reggie Woodward II's mediocre cock at a gallop while she talks to her stepbrother on the phone. Not an easy task given the fact that Bruce, her driver, is speeding down the country rode like the cops are after him. Still, she is nothing if not an excellent multi-tasker.
Clutching the phone to her ear she breathlessly informs Sebastian, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure, you don't."
Kathryn finds her reflection in the mirror above the mini bar and admires herself. She looks sexy as hell with her tits pushed up over her bra and her hair tousled just so. She's tempted to take a selfie and send it to her stepbrother but since she doesn't believe in rewarding failure, she decides against it.
"You sound awfully smug for a guy who's failing miserably," she taunts him.
"I'm not failing anything."
"You know, I'm disappointed in you Sebastian. There was once a time you would have had this girl considering anal in a weekend and here we are, a week out of the gate and you haven't so much as gotten to first base with her." Reggie lunges up and begins suckling her breasts. Kathryn doesn't bother to disguise her moan. "Oh…how the mighty have fallen."
She can hear him exhale loudly on the other end and she imagines him tapping his pencil irritably against that loser journal of his. "I'll get it done. It's just taking a little longer than expected. I've run into a few roadblocks."
Kathryn shoves Reggie away when his nibbling starts to irritate her. When he pouts she reaches back and fondles his balls. He begins to moan. She puts the phone on mute so Sebastian can't hear. He's too busy rambling out excuses anyway. "You like that?" she teases.
"Oh god, yeah." He grabs her ass and pushes her down harder on his cock.
"Would you like me to stick a finger in your ass?"
Reggie makes a face like she suggested shoving a gerbil up there. "Uh no, I'm not gay."
Kathryn rolls her eyes. High school boys are so unimaginative. Returning to her phone call she interrupts Valmont with an impatient, "In other words this girl isn't buying your usual line of bullshit."
"If you insist on being blunt about it, yes. It seems, unlike some people, those morals she likes to parade around are actually on the level. On top of that, she's smarter than the usual debutante slut."
"That must seem downright novel to you," she muses while riding Regie harder. "I can't wait to meet this girl."
"Well too bad you're busy this summer," he replies quickly.
Kathryn smirks. "Yeah, too bad."
"And anyway, it's just a matter of finding the right angle. I'll crack this chick yet. Just give me time."
"You sound frustrated. All that jacking off can't be good for you."
Sebastian chuckles. "Oh, don't worry about me sis. I have plenty of…entertainment to occupy my time." Then as if to prove it, she hears the sound of a distinctly female giggle. She should have known, the fucking hypocrite.
"I'm sure you do." Knowing there was only one female at the estate worth fucking she asks, "How is Vivien?"
"A little tied up at the moment." Kathryn pictures the luscious brunette handcuffed to the bed and her pussy clenches tightly around Reggie's thrusting cock.
"Well, send her my love or better yet, perhaps I'll do it myself."
There a brief pause, followed by an uneasy, "What does that mean?" When she doesn't answer him Sebastian barks more impatiently, "Kathryn? Kathryn what are you—"
"See you soon brother dear. Bye-bye."
"Wait, what—" She hangs up before he could finish his thought. The idea of Sebastian getting himself in a tizzy about her possibly showing up to shit on his plans, makes her tip back her head and laugh.
"What's so funny?" Reggie asks.
"Never mind, just shut up and fuck me."
He tries to switch their positions, but Kathryn shoves him back down then squeezes her hand around his neck. His big brown eyes go wide in panic a moment before relaxing in pleasure when she begins milking his cock harder. With her free hand she rubs her clit frantically and bucks on him hard enough he'll probably have bruises tomorrow. Kathryn's eyes shut and she thinks of…Sebastian. Not exactly original and not even remotely the first time. She imagines it's him underneath her only he's tied up, helpless and at her mercy.
"Fuck yeah, right there," she groans thinking of her stepbrother restrained and vulnerable. She can do anything to him, anything at all…
Reggie is moaning something about coming, but she's not listening, too lost in her own fantasy. Somehow Sebastian gets free of his restraints, and he flips her over, taking control. Pinning her down, he fucks her hard and fast. He bites her tits and calls her a 'greedy little slut'. He makes her beg for his cum before filling her with it. Then he pulls out of her and licks it up. She comes bucking and sobbing against his mouth.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she wails, riding Reggie hard enough to make the car shake. In no time she's cumming almost as hard as she did in her fantasy.
Of course, dumbass Reggie thinks it's all his doing.
"Did you enjoy that babe?" After their finished, he sits up, soft cock still out and pours himself a scotch from the bar. Smug fuck.
"It was adequate," she tells him irritably as she fixes herself up. Staring out the window at the passing greenery she thinks this is as good a place as any. Kathryn taps on the privacy window and Bruce immediately pulls the car over to the side of the rode.
"What's going on?" Reggie peaks out the window. "Did we hit something?"
"No, this is where you get off."
He stares at her a moment then laughs. "Yeah right, we're in the middle of nowhere."
"I think I spotted a gas station a few miles back." When he just gapes at her, Kathryn rolls her eyes and opens the door. He laughs again, crawling up to sit beside her. "I don't think so princess."
"Too bad." Kathryn unceremoniously shoves him out the door. He lands in the dirt, dick still hanging out of his pants with a look of bewilderment. "Enjoy your walk!"
"You goddamn—"
She shuts the door in his face before he can finish his insult and Bruce peels out down the country highway. Kathryn sighs. Reggie was just a mediocre replica of Court and given how mediocre Court was to begin with that wasn't saying much. They've fooled around a few times, but she somehow always forgets how dull he is in bed. No imagination and he can only keep it up as long as he did because she slipped a little blue pill in his drink. So not worth the effort.
Whatever, he's history now. She has more pressing matters to attend to. Like winning that bet.
Kathryn fixes herself up, has a drink and before she knows it, they're pulling up the long drive to the Rosemond estate. When the gorgeous brick mansion comes into view she smiles. There is something about the proud elegance of the place that she loves. It's almost enough to get over her general contempt of the country.
They pull up to the house and soon after a fleet of servants pour out to retrieve her luggage. Kathryn checks her appearance one more time before sliding her sunglasses on and exiting the car. Just as she anticipated, she's immediately greeted by her stepbrother.
"Kathryn, what the hell are you doing here?"
She looks up to find Sebastian, shirt open, pants wrinkled and clearly just shoved on, scowling down at her from the second-floor balcony. "Hello Sebastian. That's not happiness to see me, is it?"
"Cut the shit. You better not be planning to stay past the weekend."
Silly rabbit.
"Afraid not brother dear." A smile like a loaded gun spreads across her face as she reveals, "I'm staying for the whole summer."
