With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 24:
The Only Thing You're Going to Be Riding is Me
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"Excellent question dad."
"Do you really think this is the time to get smart with me?"
Sebastian rolls his eyes to the ceiling. For once, he isn't trying to be a smart ass. He genuinely wonders what the hell possessed him to make such a monumentally stupid decision.
Oh right, Kathryn's cunt. You'd think he'd know better by now.
It's the following morning and they're sequestered in one of the estate's many parlors. His father is pacing before him, dressed for the hunt, he cuts a more imposing figure than normal. Sebastian meanwhile is still in last night's clothes. The old man kept him up most of the night reaming him out. Sebastian got maybe a couple hours of sleep before getting a text demanding he come downstairs so he could be 'sentenced.' Fuck, his father picked a hell of a time to decide to act like a parent.
"Dad, for the fortieth fucking time, I did not molest her!"
"Keep your voice down," Edward hisses, closing the parlor doors. "The last thing we need is your stepmother finding out about this. She'll have both our nuts sawed off."
Sebastian sits up the chair he's currently sprawled across and explains, "Dad, what you saw last night was very mutual. Trust me, she more than gave her consent, hell she begged me for it." Under his breath he mutters, "Blackmail, might be a more apt description."
His father isn't impressed. "Sebastian, I had to carry her upstairs, she was completely out of it. Don't spew that crap to me about it being consensual. That girl didn't even know her own name. How the hell could you do something like this and to your own sister? That's disturbing, even for you."
"Oh please, this coming from a guy who once had a mother/daughter threesome." Lunging up from his seat Sebastian makes his way over to the bar. It's nine in the morning, but fuck it, he needs this. "And despite all these 'one big happy family' fantasies you like to entertain, Kathryn is not my sister. We are related by marriage only."
"Sebastian, I asked for one thing and one thing only when I married your stepmother: don't put a hand on your stepsister. Not only did you disobey me, but you're actually trying to justify your behavior and blame her—"
"She is to blame!"
Edward holds up a hand silencing him. "I've heard enough. This is how it's going to play out. In order to ensure that you keep your distance from Kathryn, you will be spending your senior year in the dorms—"
"Are you fucking serious!?" he explodes, slamming his glass of bourbon onto the table. "Dad, the dorms are for scholarship losers and bridge and tunnel rejects. They don't even have—"
"Sebastian, be grateful I'm letting you finish your senior year at Manchester and not shipping you off to that all boy's boarding school in Connecticut. Second, I will be impounding your jag."
Fuck me. "How am I supposed to get around?"
"I hear buses are handy for that, as is the subway."
"You're a monster," he huffs. "Not to mention seriously deluded if you think I'm stepping one foot on public transportation. I'll hire a driver."
"With what money? From here on out I will be cutting off access to your trust and putting you on an allowance until you can show you're over this fixation with Kathryn."
"I don't have a fixation!" he bellows, no longer caring who hears them. "This is fucking crazy dad. She's the one who came on to me and I'm the one being punished? She's not even your real kid."
This of course is the absolute wrong thing to say to his father. Sebastian is forever underestimating his father's devotion to Kathryn. Speaking in an icy, unwavering tone he tells him, "Now here this, she may not be related to me by blood, but Kathryn is every bit my child as you are. If I ever hear you imply otherwise, I will cut you off for good son, understand?"
Sebastian shakes his head, "Unbelievable. You honestly think—"
His rant is cut off when Kathryn suddenly comes sailing into the room. Suspiciously, none of the remnants of the previous night are anywhere to be found. She's dressed in a demure white robe, hair pulled back in a bun, her skin fresh faced and blemish free. Her eyes aren't even bloodshot. Right away that voice in his head that's been saying something about the events of last night was a little off, is screaming. It was all a little too clean, his father finding him like he did. Something was off.
"Honey, how you feeling?" His father rushes to coddle her making Sebastian's eyes roll all the way to the ceiling. "Can I get you anything."
"No, I'm alright daddy, just a headache. I'm mostly embarrassed" she sighs, in full actress mode this morning. This doesn't bode well for him. "I don't know what happened. I went out with some of the girls last night and I think someone put something in my drink. I barely remember getting home. I just remember going to the pool and finding Philip—"
"Philip?" Sebastian echoes before scoffing. "Think again sweetheart."
She regards him with confusion. "What are you talking about, of course I was with Philip."
"Oh, the same Philip you said broke up with you?"
Kathryn shakes her head, "What? We didn't break up."
And there it is. His conformation, the little bitch totally set him up. He fucking knew it.
Trying to keep his anger under tight control, he strolls up to her, drink in hand and says, "Well you weren't with prince charming last night sis, you were with me."
She actually has the gall and yes, the considerable acting chops to appear shocked, "What? I would never—"
"But you did. Begged for it in fact. Eat me out Sebastian, please," he mocks with a high falsetto.
"That's disgusting," she spits, "You're my brother."
"That didn't seem to bother you last night."
"Enough Sebastian!" his father snaps. "Kathryn, you have nothing to worry about. I know what happened was all Sebastian's doing and he will be sufficiently punished. Your brother is going to be staying in the dorms next semester."
"And my jag is being taken away as well as access to my trust."
He'll give the bitch this much, that impenetrable mask of hers doesn't so much as flinch despite the fact that he knows she's likely dying to throw back her head and cackle like the evil queen in a fairy tale. Kathryn remains utterly poised and expressionless, staring up at his face while his father prattles on in the background about what a fuck up he is or whatever. Finally, she speaks up. "Daddy, I don't think punishing Sebastian is necessary."
Sebastian cocks a brow at this. His father looks flabbergasted. "Darling, that is very kind, but your brother messed up and he has to learn there are consequences for that kind of behavior."
"Yes, Sebastian did screw up by taking advantage of my…condition, but it's my fault for putting myself into that situation in the first place. Besides, I think punishing Sebastian so severely will only bring up more questions, especially with mother. I think he's learned his lesson. All I want from Sebastian is an apology."
The fucking cunt.
Standing behind her, his father remarks, "That's a more that generous deal Sebastian. So, let's hear it."
Honestly, he'd rather gargle glass that apologize to this deranged bitch, but he also doesn't want to get stuck living at school next semester or lose his jag. Swallowing his pride, Sebastian looks her in the eye and apologizes. "Kathryn, I'm so sorry for taking advantage of you like I did. You didn't deserve that." You deserve so much worse and I'm going to make it my personal mission to make sure you get it. "Please accept my apology and know, going forward, I will never treat you with anything but respect and appreciation."
For the first time that morning a genuine smirk spreads across her face. The bitch is living for this. "Thank you, Sebastian," she demurs. "I really appreciate that."
"It was a little heavy handed," his father grouses, "But it will do for now. You don't have to move to the dorms, and I suppose you can keep the jag, but be warned you are on probation. Any kind of fuck up and that's it. I won't be so understanding next time."
"Got it dad," he tells him, his gaze still riveted to his stepsister.
"I'm going to get some breakfast." He looks between then and perhaps sensing the tension (sexual and otherwise) suggests, "Kathryn why don't you join me."
Smiling sweetly, she tells him, "I'll be along shortly daddy. I just need to talk to Sebastian about a birthday gift for Annette."
Edward seems hesitant to leave them alone but does so anyway. He's far to under the spell of his stepsister to say no
Sebastian waits until he's sure his father is long gone, and the door is closed behind him before remarking, "So, you were never actually wasted, were you? You set me up."
"And you made it so easy for me," she purrs. Edging closer to him, her mask slips showing the true heartless bitch underneath. The one he loathes and loves in equal measure. "I knew if you thought I was vulnerable you wouldn't hesitate to take advantage. You wanted to win, so I made you think you had and when your guard was down…"
"Fucking hell," he groans, running a hand through his hair. God, how could he be so stupid? Kathryn's been weaponizing sex since puberty. Of course, it was a set up. "How did you even know my father would walk in on us?"
"I had help."
It isn't hard to decipher who. "Bianca, unbelievable."
"She agreed, you went too far with your little prank. You could have seriously damaged my reputation, Sebastian."
"So, you cut me off at the knees?"
"Don't be so dramatic," she coos, caressing his face. "I saved you, didn't I? I think I deserve a thank you for that."
He swats her hand away. "What you deserve is to get fucked up the ass without lube."
Kathryn cocks a brow. "Is that an offer?"
"And the prince, he never broke up with you?"
"Of course not," she laughs. "I merely explained that the men at the party were just part of some elaborate hazing ritual you perform on all my suitors. Then I sucked his cock so hard he forgot his own name." Eyes twinkling with arrogance she taunts, "Did you honestly think you could beat me? Silly rabbit."
With a furious growl he grabs Kathryn by the neck and shoves her into the closest wall, hard enough her head bounces a little on impact. Unconcerned, he squeezes her delicate neck. "You goddamn cunt," he sneers.
"Oh please," she drawls, her tone sharp as a knife. "Look at you, panting, trembling, cock so hard it's about to bust out of your pants. You've never wanted to fuck me more."
Sebastian wants to sneer at her, call her an arrogant cow, but unfortunately, she's right and the evidence is clear as day thanks to the rather prominent bulge nudging her in the stomach. Kathryn's gaze flickers down to where he's pressed up against her. Even when she's being strangled, she still manages to look haughty. It's actually rather impressive.
"Tell me brother dear, did you enjoy licking my pussy last night? Did you lay in bed and jerk off thinking about how I tasted?"
He didn't, namely because he was too freaked out about dealing with his father, but he did consider it. He thought about how wet she was, like a goddamn slip and slide. He thought about what he would have done to her if they hadn't been interrupted. Then he remembered that he was kind of fucked. Realizing your life might be potentially upended really has a way of taking the wind out of one's sails, so to speak.
Of course, he doesn't seem to be having that problem right now.
Leaning in he bites her lower lip, drawing a groan. "What about you sis, hmm? Did you get yourself off after throwing a grenade into my life?"
Kathryn smiled up at him and whispered, "Twice."
"Horny, psychotic bitch."
"You going to talk dirty or are you finally going to sack up and fuck me?"
Sebastian slams her back against the wall again with one hand while the other shakily reaches for the buckle of his pants, unfastening them. Somewhere in the back of his lust addled brain he realizes how incredibly stupid this is, the door isn't even locked, and having already been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, you'd think that be enough to curb his appetite for her, but he's too far gone. All rational thought has left his brain.
Kathryn's panting harshly, excitedly rucking up her silk nightgown to give him access, as her leg wraps around his waist and Sebastian's leaning in to find her mouth—
"Sebastian!"
Annette. Fuck my life.
Heart still pounding erratically in his chest, Sebastian rests his forehead against his stepsister's. If it's possible she looks even more put out than he does. He's wondering if maybe he doesn't say anything, she'll go away but Kathryn's already shoving him off, sailing past him on her way to the couch. Sebastian rolls his eyes before calling out with false perkiness, "I'm in here Annette!"
He takes a seat on the sofa across from Kathryn and throws a casual pillow over his lap to hide his erection. His stepsister is as cool and collected as ever. You would never guess she was nearly on the brink of having some very violent sex.
Annette comes flouncing into the room, looking rather fetching in her riding gear. She greets him with a kiss and her usual warm smile. "Good morning." Glancing over at his sister her mood darkens as she greets her stiffly, "Kathryn."
"Dorothy."
She rolls her eyes at the nickname but ignores her as she sits down beside him on the sofa. "So, I just ran into your dad."
"Oh? He didn't hit on you again, did he?"
"Kind of, but that's not important. He mentioned you guys own a house on Martha's Vineyard. He made it sound incredible."
"Uh huh," he hums absently while wondering what kind of underwear Kathryn is wearing.
"Well, he offered to let us stay there for the rest of the summer! Isn't that exciting, just the two of us, all alone."
Real fucking subtle dad. Sebastian tries to fix his face into some kind of look of excitement, while his gaze lingers across the coffee table at Kathryn. She appears visibly annoyed. "Wow, that's amazing Annette!"
"I know, so what do you think?"
He thinks, no fucking way. He's only staying with Annette to piss of Kathryn and seeing as he has a feeling this cold war between them is about to break any minute, there's really no reason to keep up this charade. However, he can't resist fucking with Kathryn a little, especially after everything she put him through last night. "I think…when do we leave?"
Annette lets out a delighted squeal as she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight. Over her shoulder he watches as Kathryn rises up from her seat, "Well it sounds like you two will have a lot of fun. If you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for the hunt."
Sebastian smirks as he watches her angrily storm off. As soon as he's sure she's gone he pulls back from Annette. "I do have a few reservations however."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I thought you wanted to get better acquainted with New York before school starts? You can't very well do that all the way in Martha's Vineyard. Not to mention we'd be missing out on a lot of Manchester activities: the gala, the picnic. Plus, aren't your parents coming soon?"
Annette's face falls and she nods. "You're right. I forgot about that. I just got a little excited about having you all to myself."
"Hey, maybe we can go for a long weekend before school starts." Of course, we'll be broken up by then.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun. Hey, do you mind if I borrow your phone for a moment?"
"Sure." Sebastian absently hands the phone over as his gaze lingers on the doorway Kathryn just exited through. "What do you need it for?"
"Oh, I want to show you the photos of my friend's baby. She's so cute, you'll just melt."
Well, at least he doesn't have to worry about his erection anymore.
Kathryn's pretty much down for any sport that allows for drinking before the main event. It's tradition to enjoy a glass of champagne before the hunt. So far, she's enjoyed three.
Everyone's gathered on the lawn, it's a sea of red and black jackets with waiters roaming around offering up spirits. Philip is off chatting with one of masters, she meanwhile is glaring across the party at Sebastian and Annette. They are sitting atop their horses conversing amicably. When Annette tosses her head back and laughs at something her stepbrother said, she rolls her eyes. She has to find out if he's really planning to go away with her for the rest of the summer. There's no goddamn way she's allowing that to happen.
Shoving her glass into the hands of a passing servant, Kathryn mounts her own horse, a dark beauty named Machiavelli (naturally). As she's swinging her leg over the animal, she feels someone coping a feel.
"Need a hand, Miss Merteuil?"
She looks down to find a smirking Dominic. Even though he wasn't participating in the hunt he was dressed in riding clothes and looked quite yummy. "Well, I'm already on my horse, what else did you have in mind?"
The older man shifts closer so as to not be overheard propositioning a teenager. "I was thinking I might give you a few mounting techniques"
"I've never had any complains in that department," she drawls. "But I suppose a little practice wouldn't hurt."
Almost on instinct, Kathryn looks over towards her stepbrother to find him watching them. He doesn't look pleased. Good. Turning back to the stable boy she tells him, "I'll let you know after the festivities."
The horn sounds announcing the hunt is about to begin. "Good luck Miss Kathryn. I hope you catch your prey."
"I always do," she replies arrogantly as she galops to the rest of the party. Everyone is lining up near the white wooden gate that leads out into the expansive Rosemond property. There are about twenty or so hounds milling around them. Kathryn carefully makes her way towards Sebastian and Annette, who glare at her as she approaches. "Making friends with the help, sis?"
"He was just providing some valuable riding tips."
"I'm sure prince Philip with appreciate them," Annette quips dryly.
Kathryn and Sebastian exchange surprised looks, his tinged more with amusement. Kathryn's about to level back her own biting retort but blondie is already trotting towards the front. A moment later the gates open and the hunt begins with the start of the whistle. Some of the riders race long to the front of the pack, relishing the more athletic nature of the hunt. Philip is among them and surprisingly so is Annette, who takes off with a start. Kathryn really has no interest in a rough ride this afternoon, she has other ambitions. She doesn't gallop with the others but keeps at a brisk pace. Just as she anticipated she feels Sebastian riding behind her. He's close enough for his horse to nudge the back of her own.
"Sebastian, quit riding my ass," she calls back.
A moment later he gallops up alongside her and retorts, "What, you only allow the stable boy to do that?" Grinning he quickly wizzes past her, likely in a bid to catch up with his fake girlfriend.
Annoyed, she snaps Machiavelli's reigns and rides faster. When she's gets her stepbrother in her sights, she purposely rides up alongside him then quickly cuts him off. Sebastian curses after her as his horse lets out a startled cry. Continuing at a gallop, she looks over her shoulder to see his horse buck into the air before Sebastian gets control of the creature. Kathryn laughs then deliberately changes coarse, guiding her horse off the path and into the surrounding woods. Not two minutes later she hears someone following her. She doesn't have to turn back to know who it is. Like she told Dominic, she has every intention of catching her prey.
Kathryn rides nearly half a mile away from the hunt, until she can no longer hear her fellow riders, save for the very determined induvial following behind her. When she comes to a sort of clearing in the woods, she dismounts and ties Machiavelli up. Removing her helmet, she leans against the tree waiting for her stepbrother to come find her. She doesn't have to wait long.
Sebastian arrives moments later. His horse is still moving when he throws himself off it and angrily ties it up alongside hers. Kathryn can practically feel his aggravation coming off him in waves. Jerking his helmet off he chucks it angrily away and begins to pace in front of her. He's panting, and flushed, and not just from the ride. Kathryn studies him with avid interest deciding she likes this out of control look on him.
"We are putting an end to this now," he growls at her, unfastening his riding jacket and shedding it carelessly to the ground.
"Are we?"
"Are you seriously going to meet up with that farm hand later?"
She shrugs passively. "Are you seriously going to spend the rest of the summer in Martha's Vineyard with the headmaster's daughter?"
Sebastian pauses his pacing long enough to level an irritated look at her. "Are you capable of giving a straight answer?"
"Are you?" It is giving her immense pleasure to remain in control while he is so clearly out of it. Crossing her arms to her chest she says, "You want this to end? Admit you're not in love with her."
"Admit he's a boring fuck," he counters.
They stare each other down for one long loaded beat, his hot, intense gaze burning into her own. Kathryn anticipates Sebastian working himself into another huff about her being a pain in the ass and storming off. That's not what he does.
"To hell with it," he growls stalking up to her, grabbing her by the face and kissing her fiercely against the tree. Kathryn releases a surprised moan, but quickly catches her bearings, kissing him back with equal enthusiasm, her arms wrapping around his neck. She had thought she was going to have to work on him a little longer before he finally broke so this is a nice surprise. Or a naughty one.
As his tongue hungrily explores her mouth, his hands grab her ass and hoist her up. Kathryn immediately wraps her legs around her stepbrother, arching against the tree when he grinds his hardness against her. The familiar scent of his cologne as her digging her nails into his shoulder, eager for more. Sebastian breaks from her mouth, panting, eyes glazed and hungry. He kisses down her neck as his impatient, shaking hands, tug her jacket open. "You're wearing too many fucking clothes," he growls in frustration.
"As are you brother dear." Grabbing him by his tie she forces his mouth back on hers. As they resume making out, Kathryn lets' herself get lost in his ferocious tongue and hard body and grinding hips. She almost doesn't realize he's removed her riding boots and breeches until she feels the rough bark digging into her bare ass.
"Right here?" she pants quietly as he jerks her pants off her hips. Kathryn's gaze sweeps the empty forest around them. They're far away from the hunt but it's still insanely risky.
Sebastian is unconcerned "Why not?" He cocks an eyebrow as if laying down a challenge. Kathryn of course has no choice but to accept.
Snaking a hand between them, Kathryn unfastens his pants and pulls out his cock. He's pulsing and heavy in her hand. Her cunt twitches in anticipation as she guides him against her. Needing no further encouragement Sebastian slams himself inside her to the hilt. Kathryn gasps arching against the tree as he fills her to capacity. "Fuccccckkkkkkkk," he groans into her neck. "You feel fucking amazing."
"Stating the obvious," she pants, squeezing herself around his pulsating length.
It's a fast fuck, they're too wound up and horny for it to be anything else. It's been weeks since their infamous night together, but it might as well have been years. All the game playing over the last couple days have left them itching to tear into one another and neither wants to waste the opportunity. In theory she would like to savor it, but she's too eager and impatient for that. At least for this first round.
Sebastian fucks her relentlessly, his heavy balls slapping her ass on every forward lunge into her body. Kathryn relishes the stretch of his thickness almost as much as she does his clever fingers, rubbing and toying with her clit. He mouths her nipple through the thin material of her button up. The sensation makes her toes curl and her mind go numb with pleasure. Kathryn thrusts her fingers into his hair, trying to use it for leverage so she can lift her hips and meet his thrusts, but he has her pinned against that tree. Tomorrow her ass will have some unsightly scratches and redness from the tree bark biting into her ass, but she doesn't care about that now. The only thing she she's concerned with is that delicious ache that's building to a crescendo between her legs.
He knows it's coming too. Of course, he has to be a smug asshole about it.
"That's it," he taunts, breath hot against her face, as his half-hooded gaze finds hers. "Let that little pussy come." Sebastian's hips snap harder, faster, more insistent while his fingers franticly rub her swollen nub. "Come all over my cock."
Kathryn wants to tell him to shut the hell up, but, well, she likes it. She bits at his plump lower lip before releasing a strangled moan. Her whole body seems to tighten around him, as a rush of pleasure overtakes her, and she explodes with a shattering cry. Sebastian fucks her through her orgasm, slamming into her harder, more erratically. "Ugh…fuck…I'm going to cum…"
"Cum inside me," she demands against his ear before biting it.
He speeds up, panting and cursing before finally releasing his hot load inside her. The first time he did this it freaked her out as she had never allowed a guy to do that to her before. But now she found herself craving it. Not that she'd ever tell him that.
Sebastian slumps against her, panting and twitching with little aftershocks. "Fuck," he groans. "I seriously hope no one saw that."
She pushes him back. "Now you're concerned?"
He smirks, leaning in to kiss her briefly. Sebastian pulls out of her. Kathryn notices he's still half hard. That's infuriating. No wonder he's so smug.
A trail of cum dribbles out of her in his wake. Sebastian stares at it, hypnotized before pushing some of it back inside her. "I've never fucked my own sloppy seconds before," he muses.
"Charming Valmont."
He finally sets her back down on her feet and her legs nearly give out. She stumbles against him, and he laughs. Kathryn shoves him back. "Asshole."
Sebastian collapses on the ground, his pants still halfway down his thighs. He looks ridiculously louche and decadent, still wearing most of his riding clothes, like some rakish Duke from one of those bodice rippers. "We should get back to the ride," she says, but she's already tugging off her dress shirt as she crosses over to him.
Stroking his cock, with a lazy grin he leers at her, "Kathryn, the only thing you're going to be riding is me. Now get over here and saddle up."
She doesn't have to be asked twice. Dropping to her knees, she straddles Valmont and gets ready to impale herself on his stiff cock.
Kathryn wonders what it says about her that the best fuck of her life is her stepbrother. It's probably better not to think about such things.
"I'm starting to get worried," Prince Philip frets. "I haven't seen her in over an hour. No one has. She's not responding to my texts and her phone is going right to voicemail."
Annette considers it a minor miracle that she manages to keep from rolling her eyes. Philip is a nice guy, too nice really to be hanging around this decadent lot, but he's also woefully naïve. She highly doubts princess Merteuil is lost or injured. Only an act of God or some heavy military artillery could take that girl down. Also, she notices Sebastian was missing as well and given what she nearly walked in on this morning, she has a pretty good idea what they're off doing.
Of course, she can't tell the prince any of this, so instead she fixes her face into a look of concern and suggests, "Maybe she got lost taking a short cut."
"Perhaps," he replies worriedly staring out at the surrounding woods then back at their fellow riders trotting past. "I wonder if she went back to the house?"
Annette doubts it. She's thinking the pair more than likely snuck off to one of the cottages. Curiosity getting the better of her she suggests, "How about you go on ahead with the hunt, maybe Kathryn managed to pull ahead with the others. I'll go check the woods. I've gotten to know them pretty well since I've been here. If she's in there I'll find her."
"Alright, but I don't like you going alone. I'm coming with you."
She suspects his desire to come along has less to do with chivalry and more likely rooted in the misogynistic belief that the terrain is too rough for a woman. Philip seems the type. Having no use to spend time arguing with him she says, "That's fine, why don't we split up. I'll take the northwest corridor and you take the northeast."
"Sure, but I—"
Annette rides away before she can hear any more of his objections. She decides she'll cut through the woods to check out the cottage on the far edge of the property. Her horse Buttercup, rides fast and confident, easily dodging trees and brush. It's exhilarating. Annette finds she much prefers this to the hunt where she was constantly being run off the trail by overly aggressive men, desperate to prove how much more capable they were than her. She had almost been grateful when Philip pulled her aside to ask about Kathryn.
The deeper she goes into the woods, the rougher the terrain gets. Annette is riding hard, lost in her own head and the feel of the cool wind on her flushed face when she hears it. A sound she's come to know all too well. Kathryn is the throws of orgasm.
She pulls on the reigns, bringing the horse to a stop, her head swinging wildly around, trying to find where it is coming from. When she hears it again, she rides a little further, towards a steep decline. Annette quickly dismounts and slowly approaches the edge. What she finds makes her release a soft gasp, although in hindsight she's not sure why. Of course, those two would think nothing of ditching the hunt to go fuck in the woods.
Still, it's pretty goddamn brazen.
They're in the middle of a small clearing, their horses are tied up nearby while the stepsibling's rut on the ground. Sebastian's on his back while Kathryn rides him from above. He's still almost fully dressed, save for his open shirt and pants. Kathryn on the other hand is almost entirely nude, wearing only her button up shirt, that is open and barely hanging on and she bobs and grinds against her brother, throwing her head back to release another strangled moan. God, she's almost impressed at their nerve. I mean anyone could find them. It was true they were a far ways off from the hunt, but she doubts she's the only one who decided to ditch it in favor of exploring elsewhere.
Unable to resist getting a better view, Annette edges closer, careful to watch her footing as she makes her way down the steep hill that overlooks the clearing. She hides behind a giant tree, peering around it just as Sebastian lunges up and begins attacking his stepsister's breasts, hungrily sucking her flesh while Kathryn clutches him around the neck, urging him on. Even from a distance Annette can see his sharp teeth bite into her hard nipple, causing Kathryn to let out a high cry. Annette licks her lips. Sebastian's never bitten her before.
Abruptly, he rolls them over, throwing his stepsister to the ground. Annette thinks it can't be comfortable for her, what with the rough terrain—dirt, rocks, nature—but then again Kathryn doesn't seem terribly interested in comfort at the moment. Sebastian shoves one of her legs over his shoulder and begins thrusting into her brutally hard. Leaning in close, he holds a hand to her neck, squeezing it as he murmurs something that Annette can't hear. Whatever he says makes Kathryn grab him and kiss him hard.
Annette suddenly feels as if she's wearing entirely too many clothes, her skin feels hot and prickly against her many layers. Almost without realizing it, she reaches down and rubs her pussy through her thick breeches. It's not nearly as satisfying as touching herself bare but even the slight pressure against her needy, weeping sex is enough to make her sigh is relief.
Sebastian is fucking her harder now, his exposed ass clenching as he ruts frantically between his sister's open thighs. They're desperate for each other now, clawing and kissing and nipping like animals. Annette's hand speeds up. God, she wishes she was closer. She wants to hear what they're murmuring to each other, see that what their faces look like as they make each other cum, but this is as close as she dares get.
Then she hears it, someone approaching. At first, she thinks it might be the hunt but as it grows closer she realizes it's just one rider. Prince Philip.
Forgetting her hormones, Annette quietly makes her way back up the incline to her horse. Just as she's mounting Buttercup, Philip approaches, panting heavily, cheeks flushed red from exertion. "Anything?" he asks.
Annette hesitates. Just tell him, she says to herself. Let him see what his precious girlfriend is up to while he's panicking with worry. Let him see her getting her brains fucked out by her stepbrother.
Go ahead and do it Dorothy, Kathryn's sneering voice taunts in her head. Then who's going to be around to fuck you? Trevor? The maid? There're not enough batteries in the city to take care of that itch, babe.
"I haven't found anything yet," Annette sighs, trotting away from the pair. "Perhaps they did go back to the house after all."
Philip follows after her, oblivious, to the debauchery they're leaving behind. "Alright, let's go check there."
Despite what Sebastian will insist later on, Kathryn totally won this battle.
They're lying on the ground, covered in dirt and sweat and cum, both in thorough need of a shower. Yet, neither one is in any hurry to go clean up. Kathryn's laying across Sebastian's chest, naked as the day she was born. All her hard, caustic edges have been blunted by her orgasm. She nuzzles into him like a contented house cat.
"Someone's going to come looking for us," she notes, her voice sounding more lazy than normal.
"Hmm," Sebastian replies around the cigarette in his mouth. Staring up at the sky, his hand absently caresses her hair.
"Philip is lousy in bed." Kathryn turns her head to look up at him, explaining further, "He's forever stuck in missionary. It's tragic."
His face breaks into a serene smile at the announcement. It prompts him to make one of his own. "If I have to spend five more minutes in a happy, healthy, committed relationship, I'm going to swallow a fucking bullet."
Kathryn laughs at the reveal. "Monogamy's not for you I take it?"
Sebastian takes a drag on his cigarette, shakes his head. "It's more than that. Annette's completely out of her fucking mind. She keeps talking about getting married after high school and being a young mother."
"Daddy Sebastian," she mocks, flicking her tongue across his nipple.
He groans. "It sounds so much hotter when you say it. I'm telling you Kathryn, the girls completely psycho."
She's not at all surprised. Annette always did seem a little off. Shifting to lay on top of him, she kisses across his chest remarking idly, "She needs to go."
"Yes, but the question is how," he asks, sliding an arm behind his head. "Oh, I got it. Why don't we fix her up with your prince? Two birds one stone."
Kathryn shoots a glare at him. "Not happening." She's already lost one boy this summer to a humiliating opponent, she'll be damned if it happens twice. Her reputation would never recover. "It's a shame you were such an idiot and you handed over our one piece of evidence against her."
Sebastian stares at her a beat before reaching for his discarded jacket. He pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up. It's a flash drive. "You mean this piece of evidence?"
She pulls up from him, astonished. "I thought you gave that to Annette?"
He makes a condescending expression. "Oh, you did think that didn't you? Come on Kathryn, you honestly think I'd give away proof of one of my greatest conquests?"
"If you wanted to screw me over badly enough you would. Let me see it."
Kathryn goes to grab it, but he holds it out of reach. "What will you give me for it?"
She considers telling him she won't castrate him with a rusty knife, but decides a different method is called for. Resuming kissing up his chest she asks, "What do you want?"
Sebastian runs his fingers across her lips. "I want to fuck this," he tells her bluntly. Kathryn obligingly sucks his digits into her mouth, working them like they're a cock. He groans, pulling them free and trailing them over her cheek. "And then I want to finish here. I want to see your pretty little face dripping with my jizz. Will you do that for me sis?"
He's watching her, waiting for her to object. She surprises herself by not. Kathryn decides she'll let him have this now as she'll likely need something from him later on and giving into his sexual whims now will be beneficial to her in the long run. Plus, it might be kind of hot.
"Consider it done." Kathryn snatches the plastic drive out of his hand, smiles at it, then leans down to kiss him. What starts as a slow and sensual exploration of each other, doesn't take long to heat up. Soon he's squeezing her tits and pawing her ass, while she grinds against his thickening length. Sebastian breaks from her mouth to release a strangled gasp. "Shit…we have to get back," he groans.
She knows he's right, but she can't resist toying with him. Sitting up, she takes his fingers back between her lips and sucks. "I thought you wanted to fuck my mouth?"
His gaze darkens at her words and Kathryn takes enormous delight in watching his resolve waver. "I…tonight," he tells her firmly. "Come to my room, ten sharp."
"And if I forget?"
He spanks her bruised ass. "Then I'll remind you and I won't be nice about it."
"Ooh"
Kathryn languidly rises to her feet and searches out her clothes while Sebastian does the same. Slipping back into her breeches she asks, "Where are we going to tell people we were?"
Shoving his arms into his jacket he pauses and considers her. "How are you at faking a limp?"
As it turns out, not bad.
They make it back to the estate by night fall. The hunt is long over with, and everyone is gathered in the large parlor. Despite the fact that Sebastian had texted Edward to tell him they were mostly fine and on their way home, he was in the middle of coordinating a search party when they arrive. Sebastian carries her inside and everyone swarms her with attention. Kathryn eats it up.
They spin a harrowing story of Kathryn's horse getting spooked and running her into the woods and Sebastian gallantly coming to her rescue. Everyone is of course absolutely enthralled, hanging on every word. No one suspects the truth, well almost no one. Bianca, nursing a martini by the fire, smirks knowingly over at Sebastian.
Philip fawns over her dotingly, fetching her drinks and massaging her shoulders. He might suck in bed but he's not a half bad boyfriend. No way she's handing him over to the milk maid.
Speaking of little Dorothy, she's barely left Sebastian's side. Now that the jig is up, he's decidedly less referential towards her than he was this morning. "Me and Philip went looking for you guys," Annette informs them. "We searched those woods thoroughly. I can't believe we didn't find you."
The stepsiblings exchange a look and Sebastian shrugs. "That is strange."
Philip caresses her hair. "How do you feel now?"
"I'm just a little sore. The pills the doctor gave me should help."
"Well, just the same, I think you should take it easy tonight."
Catching her stepbrother's eye once again she suppresses a grin, "I'll try."
Sebastian's actually a little surprised when Kathryn shows up on time later that evening. He's half expecting her to blow him off just to prove she can. He settles in for the evening with a glass of cognac and some Faulkner, willing himself not to look at the clock. Then, at ten sharp there's a soft knock on his bedroom door. Sebastian takes his time answering it, carefully saving his page and setting his book down beside the goodies he's laid out for the evening.
Kathryn greets him at the door looking positively edible in a long satin robe, her hair blow dried to perfection, her make-up subtle but enticing. He can't wait to fuck it off. "Took you long enough," she drawls. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Nothing that can't wait. How's the ankle?"
"Miraculously healed," Kathryn sighs, brushing past him into his room.
Sebastian makes sure to lock the door behind her. "What of your prince?"
"I ground up some Ambien and put it in his evening nightcap. He should be out for the rest of the night." Kathryn shrugs off her robe revealing a completely transparent black baby doll nightie with the thinnest straps imaginable. She makes herself comfortable on the bed, allowing him to drink her in as she does. "What about the headmaster's daughter?"
"Annette is sleeping off a migraine caused from all the excitement of the day."
"Poor baby," she mocks. Kathryn leans forward and grabs him by the front of his pajama bottoms, tugging him closer. "However will you pass the time without her?"
Sebastian picks up the handcuffs sitting beside his book and holds them up. "I have a few ideas."
He sees his stepsister's eyes light with interest, but she tells him, "I never agreed to that."
"But you want it, don't you?" Sebastian reaches down and cups her face, his thumb gently strums her cheek. "I think you like the idea, of giving up control to me, letting me do whatever I want to that luscious body of yours."
"You're deluded"
"And your nipples are hard as stone. Come on Kathryn, give me this. Just for tonight. I'll make it worth your while." When she greets his request with her usual impenetrable aloof glare, he drops his hand. "Of course, if you're not up to it…"
Eyes narrowing at the insinuation, she moves further back on the bed, positioning herself against the pillows. "Do your worst."
Ah baby, you have no idea what you're in for.
Smiling, he chucks off his own robe and picks up the other set of handcuffs. "Arms up," he orders as he crawls on the bed and straddles her. Sebastian handcuffs her left wrist, followed by her right. Sitting back on his hunches he admirers his stepsister all trussed up for his pleasure. "Very nice." Reaching behind himself he teasingly runs a hand down her thigh until he reaches her panties. They're flimsy and no doubt ridiculously expensive. He brushes them aside, working two fingers inside her. "Sis, you're dripping. You really are into this."
"Are you going to babble all night or are you going to fuck me?"
"I should have brought the gag," he mutters, pulling his hand away from her pussy and shifting back on his knees. Hovering over her, he tugs down his silk pajama bottoms far enough to remove his swollen cock and balls. "This should do quite nicely. Open your mouth sis."
Kathryn's eyes are riveted to his leaking dick, clearly eager to make a meal out of it, but she's nothing if not an Olympic level tease. "And what if I don't?" she taunts.
"Then I guess I'll be forced to beat off on your face." Stroking his cock, he slaps her across the cheek with it, earning a surprised cry. "Open."
Obediently she wraps her lips around the sensitive head and sucks—hard. Sebastian groans. It feels amazing, too amazing. Realizing what she's after, namely, to humiliate him like the first time they fucked, he quickly jerks his cock free. "None of that," he orders. "This is my show, remember? Now open wide."
For once she does as she's told, opening wide, allowing Sebastian to push his cock in until it reaches her throat. He groans as he slides all the way in until her delicate nose is brushing his pubes. It feels incredible. But if he's being honest, what's really getting him off isn't her hot, succulent little mouth or clever tongue. It's the sight of his haughty stepsister, looking up at him with pleading, desperate eyes, her lips stretched wide and obscene around his fat girth.
My perfect little fuckdoll.
Sebastian realizes he said that last part out loud when her eyes narrow and she tries to jerk her head back to dislodge him. He takes a handful of her chestnut locks and holds her in place, while his free hand braces himself against the wall. Sebastian pushes even further into her throat until Kathryn begins to gag around his length. Like the sadist he is, he holds himself there for a moment, reveling in the way her hands fight helplessly against her restraints and her eyes begin to prickle with tears, before mercifully pulling back.
Kathryn sputters out a cough, panting harshly. "Fucker," she rasps. Sebastian grins before pushing himself back between her parted lips. This time she's ready for him, her porcelain cheeks hollowing as he fucks her face. He goes a little easier on her this time, still gripping her hair he works her mouth over his throbbing length like she's his personal fuck toy.
Pulling his free hand away from the wall, he reaches down and tugs her nipple through her nightie, jerking it back and forth. Kathryn moans around his length, the vibrations of her throat shooting right to his balls. Sebastian groans and reaches for something on the nightstand. It's a small black vibrator. He pauses long enough to slip it inside her. It's set to the lowest setting, enough to stimulate her without letting her cum. Kathryn whimpers in need, her hips grinding against the mattress desperate for relief she won't get.
Gripping her by the hair once again, Sebastian holds her in place and begins to savagely fuck her mouth hard. He batters his stepsister's poor throat to the point that it will be a miracle if she can speak tomorrow without sounding like she's losing her voice. On each forward lunge his heavy sack slaps at her chin, all the while Kathryn makes the most vulgar and obscene sounds. Sebastian's forehead is pressed to the wall, beads of sweat trickle down his bare back as he slams into her pliant, suckling mouth, glug, glug, glug. Fuck, he's so fucking close…
He wants nothing more to stay in her sinfully decadent mouth, but he knows if he wants his prized money shot, he needs to end this now. With a pained growl, Sebastian jerks himself free of her sucking mouth and strokes himself off almost violently. Her make-up is now considerably less perfect than it was twenty minutes ago when she arrived. Her lipstick is smeared, her hair mussed. It's hot. Still clutching her with one hand, he finally erupts all over her perfect face. The first blast hits across her cheek and nose, the second her open mouth. "Fuck—Kathryn!" he hisses out through gritted teeth as the final, most potent blast hits across her forehead and hairline.
Admiring his handy work he pants, "You've never looked lovelier sis."
Looking more haughty than a girl with a face full of cum has any right to, she tells him, "Don't be so smug. I still won—you caved first, remember that."
"Yeah," he pants shoving his still half hard cum covered cock back into her mouth, "How does victory taste?"
Kathryn sucks him clean then pulls off with a pop. "Not as sweet as I prefer. Are you going to clean me up?"
"Not just yet."
She rolls her eyes and pulls at her restraints. "Then untie me so I can do it."
"Oh, but I'm not nearly done playing with you yet."
Grinning like a devil, Sebastian slides down her body. Kathryn's legs open in immediate invitation. His good little slut. He removes her black lace panties, followed by the toy. Then, gripping her hips he jerks her forward until she's lying flat on her back, her arms, straining above her head. Dipping his head down, Sebastian has every intention of eating her alive, but he's distracted by a sudden knock on the door.
Popping back up he looks towards the door, then Kathryn. "Ignore it," she mouths to him, more concerned with her orgasm.
Sebastian's going to do just that until he hears the familiar baritone of his father. "Sebastian, I know you're in there. Come out here or I'll have one of the maids to fetch me a key. I'd hate to interrupt whatever it is you're doing in there."
Kathryn's eyes go comically wide in alarm. Sebastian grins. For a brief, tantalizing moment he considers calling his father's bluff. He imagines how the old man would react if he found his darling daughter, handcuffed to the bed, wearing a see-through nightie with a face full of cum. It might be hard to claim she's being taken advantage of this time. It would be delicious no doubt, but it would also mean putting an end to this little affair (not to mention possibly kissing his inheritance goodbye) and he has no intention of doing that anytime soon.
"One sec dad!" Grinning at his stepsister he mouths, "Don't move."
She glares up at him unamused as he gets off the bed and tugs his robe back on. Sebastian manages to slip out of the room. "Good evening father."
Edward eyes him suspiciously. "Who do you have in there?"
"No one, I'm reading."
He looks him over, his gaze dropping to the very obvious bulge in the front of his robe. His father rolls his eyes. "Please tell me at least this one isn't related to you?"
"Don't be absurd," he sighs. "What do you want? My book is getting cold."
"I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving first thing in the morning."
Thank God. "Oh, back to Bali with the stepwitch?"
"No, actually, Tiffany went to Carmel with some friends so I'm going to spend the rest of the summer in the city. I have that big merger with AT&T coming up. Is something wrong?"
You could say that. Sebastian has every intention of getting the hell of dodge now that his little battle with Kathryn is over with and there's no reason to stay with Annette. He planned to spend the rest of the summer in the city, fucking Kathryn in a variety of depraved and debauched ways while quietly ghosting Annette. However, his father's presence will most certainly cockblock those plans. Shit.
"Nothing's wrong," he lies, keeping his expression neutral. "I'll of course be spending my summer here, with Annette."
"Of course," his father replies, his expression knowing. "Annette is a sweet girl."
"That she is"
Edward leans in and adds in a sterner tone, "What we talked about this morning still stands. You are on probation. If I get one whiff of you acting out of line or messing with your sister again, that's it Sebastian. You're on your own. Understand?"
"Got it." With a fake smile he adds, "You know dad, I'm really going to miss these little father son bonding moments of ours."
"Me too son"
Rolling his eyes, Sebastian slips back into his bedroom. Once the door is safely closed and locked behind him, he leans against it, listening to make sure the old man has indeed left before turning his attention back on the girl handcuffed to his bed. "I take it you heard all that?"
"Yes. I wonder what he's really doing in New York?"
"I think the more accurate question is who is he really doing?" Sebastian crawls back between her legs. "The answer: I don't care. I have bigger problems."
"Such as?"
"Annette. I had planned to ditch her and head back to the city, I certainly can't do that if he's there cosplaying father knows best. Fuck. I'm going to be stuck here the rest of the summer playing neutered boyfriend to Dorothy."
"Chin up. I think I might know of a worthwhile distraction."
Assuming she's referring to herself he perks up. "Oh?"
"Yes, Cecile Caldwell will be arriving next week. I'm going to need your help dismantling her virginity before she reunites with Court."
Sebastian rolls his eyes, shrugging off his robe. "That wasn't exactly the distraction I had in mind."
Kathryn smiles knowingly up at him as she spreads her legs lewdly. "That might be negotiable as well, depending of course on how well you eat my pussy."
He smirks at the invitation. Leaning down he spreads her slick lips apart, pausing to admire her a moment before taking one long, deep lick. Kathryn cries out, her hips bucking against his mouth. Oh, she wants it all right. He imagines it wouldn't take much to have her mewling and coming all over his tongue. It's tempting. However, he has bigger plans.
"You're forgetting Kathryn, tonight, this is my show."
"Meaning?"
Rubbing his now rock-hard cock against the seam of her cunt he teases her, then hooks an arm under each of her knees he spreads her wider. "I decide when and how you get to cum." Without any further warning he shoves balls deep inside her. It takes everything in him not to cry out in pleasure at the searing, snug heat that envelopes him. Panting from the effort he tells her, "You have to earn it."
Pulling at her restrains she gasps, "You fucking bastard Valmont—ah!" Kathryn cries out as he pulls out and slams back into her. "Shit, fuck…faster."
"Shut up or I'll gag you."
"You already did that, remember?"
He laughs and is about to respond when his buzzing phone interrupts. Sebastian groans. He has every intention of ignoring it, but then he notices the caller id. Annette. Huh. Knowing it will annoy Kathryn, he picks it up. "Annette, how are you feeling?"
Sure enough his stepsister rolls her eyes and scowls. Sebastian resumes fucking her.
"I'm feeling much better," Annette chirps in his ear. "I took some ibuprofen and got a little sleep and woke up a new person. Actually, I was thinking of coming to see you, is that okay?"
"No, don't!" he says a little too urgently.
"Why not?"
Kathryn decides this is the perfect moment to start vocalizing her pleasure. Tossing her head back she releases a mostly theatrical moan. Sebastian quickly slams his hand over the receiver. "Shut. Up," he hisses at her. She merely grins and does it again. Bitch.
"What is that?" Annette asks, suspicion evident in her tone.
"It's the TV"
"But you hate TV"
"I do," he agrees, his gaze searching the bed for something to muzzle Kathryn with. "But you know Annette, I haven't been feeling so well myself so I'm just vegging out, watching old movies till I fall asleep."
"Well, maybe I'll come join you."
"I don't think that's a great idea." Sebastian grins when he finds her panties wadded in a ball under the pillow. He promptly shoves them in her mouth, effectively gagging her. Kathryn is not amused. Sebastian resumes fucking her in earnest. "Honestly Annette, I'm not feeling great and I'd hate for you to catch this."
"Oh. I hope it's nothing serious."
"I doubt it." Slamming deep into his stepsister's beckoning heat he assures his girlfriend, "It's nothing a little quality time in bed can't cure."
"Are you sure you don't want me to bring you anything? Soup, medicine a good book?"
"No, I got everything I need right here."
That might be the only honest thing you've said this whole conversation.
Annette smiles knowingly into the receiver while she watches Sebastian fuck his sister on her phone. Kathryn looks rather fetching handcuffed and gagged. It's a pity she didn't have a better angle, but she's just glad she never bothered to remove the micro-cameras. They come in handy.
Of course, she has no intention of visiting Sebastian that evening, anymore than she had in visiting Martha's Vineyard with him. But, just like this morning, she can't resist making him sweat, even just a little. She should have known better though. Valmont is a world class bullshit artist.
"Well, I'll let you get your rest," she tells him, wondering if he realizes she has him on speaker phone. "You'll let me know if you need anything, right?"
"Of course, thank you baby. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," she says before adding almost as an afterthought, "I love you."
"I love you too," Sebastian tells her as he leans down and suckles his stepsister's nipple.
Shaking her head, Annette ends the call then turns her attention back to Kathryn's laptop. She's currently ensconced in princess Merteuil's bedroom. After the events of this afternoon, she assumed the stepsiblings likely wouldn't be able to stay away from each other. Sure enough, after she saw Kathryn enter Sebastian's room, Annette realized this was the perfect opportunity to search her room for that video. She couldn't find any trace of it on Sebastian's phone (after he so kindly let her borrow it this morning) so she was hoping she'd have better luck with Kathryn.
Turns out she did.
It took Annette all of five minutes to locate the flash drive. It's just sitting there, in the top drawer of Kathryn's desk, almost as if she wanted her to find it. Annette pops it into the computer and sure enough there it is, video of Sebastian taking her virginity. Watching it she finds herself equally horrified and fascinated by it.
For a brief moment she considers hiding it away but then she thinks of Trevor seeing it or her parents and without another thought she rips the drive out of the computer. Setting it on the floor, she crushes it under the leg of the chair. Annette scoops up the pieces and puts them in her pocket. After a quick search of Kathryn's computer, she finds no other trace of the video or any other. She's safe.
Annette will replace the flash drive with another blank one, which should buy her some time. She doubts Kathryn's going to sit around and watch it and well if she does, Annette will know about it. Returning her attention to her phone she watches as Sebastian pulls out of his stepsister and cums all over her heaving breasts. Annette feels that familiar heat begin to gather between her legs, only this time it's not all on account of the dirty scene she's watching. She realizes what's really getting her off in the knowledge that for once she holds all the cards. It's intoxicating.
Picking up her phone, she leans back in her chair and smiles at the image of the pair going at it again. "You're my puppets now."
"How you doing, sis?"
Sebastian slips into his silk patterned robe and takes a seat beside her on the bed. Kathryn is looking just about as wrecked as he's ever seen her. Still handcuffed to the bed, her delicate nightie is now ripped and covered in cum—as is the rest of her. Face, chest, thighs and her pussy is leaking thanks to his last load. Sebastian has come three times. Kathryn not once. It's making her twitchy. Her expression is equal parts angry and desperate.
"You know I'm going to make you pay for this, don't you?" Her voice is laced with the sweetest malice even as it trembles.
Sebastian smiles as he runs a teasing finger down the flat plane of her stomach. "I'm looking forward to it."
Kathryn whimpers and withers under his touch, so hungry for any kind of relief. "Sebastian…please…please…"
He looks up, meeting her gaze as he runs his finger around her bellybutton. "I don't want you to beg," he explains. "Although, I never do get tired of hearing it."
"Then what do you want?" she growls
Later, when this is all over with, he'll draw her a bath, bring her a bottle of her favorite wine and nuzzle her neck till she falls asleep. But for now, he's enjoy twisting the knife and making her squirm. "I want you to apologize."
Kathryn's eyes narrow. "For what?"
"Oh, for so many things, but why don't we start with the shit you pulled last night. You could have seriously destroyed my life."
"You're such a fucking drama queen. I got you off the hook with Edward and we both know you had it coming. You can take your apology and shove it up your ass."
"Fine, then I'll kick you out and you can walk back to your bedroom looking like my well used cum rag."
They stare each other down for one long beat. Finally, Sebastian shrugs and moves to uncuff her. "Okay, fine!" Kathryn grumbles. "I'm so very sorry Sebastian. Now make me come goddammit."
Sebastian reclines back on the bed, half on top of her. He runs a finger across her cum coated lips. "Oh Kathryn, we both know you can do better than that. Make me believe it," he orders tightly. "Or I'll leave you here all alone and let Vivien untie you in the morning. Should be quite the smell by then."
"Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, okay?" Sounding a little more contrite she goes on, "I went too far. I never should have dragged Edward into this, I just wanted to win." Softening slightly she adds, "You know how I get when things don't go my way."
"Horny and deranged?"
She nods, a hint of a smile on her lips. "But I'm not the only one who went too far Sebastian. Ambushing me at the party with all my conquests was a low blow."
"Yes, I suppose it was." Sebastian lets out a loud exhale. "Let's face it, you and I are too dangerous to be opponents for long. We work best as a team."
"Some of the time"
"Agreed."
Sebastian inches down and kisses her, coaxing her mouth open he lets his tongue dip inside while his hand makes its way between her legs. She's so wet it's coating her thighs. He doesn't waste a lot of time teasing her. As soon as he slips a couple fingers inside, she's arching into his hand and whimpering against his mouth. Sebastian pulls back to watch her face as he works her over. Not surprisingly it doesn't take long. A few pumps and a little pressure against her clit and she's falling apart at last, her pussy squeezing him tightly as her hips hump his hand and she's crying his name. Kathryn does have the loveliest cum face.
"I believe I owe you a few more of those."
Kathryn cocks a sweaty brow and whimpers as he resumes fucking her pussy with his fingers while his mouth makes its way down her cum coated chest. He pulls her tit out of her nightie and sucks the little bud hard. Kathryn sobs and withers under his ministrations, likely still too sensitive to be played with. He doesn't give a fuck. Sebastian shoves his fingers upwards, corkscrewing them, until he feels for her g-spot. "Sebastian! Fuck, stop, it's too much…Ah!"
She blabbers incoherent as he suckles her nip, squeezes her clitty and fingers her simultaneously. This time when her orgasm hits she jerks violently under him, pulling at her restraints so hard it's a wonder she doesn't break the bed. "Oh Fuuuccckkkkk," she cries, drenching his hand and the duvet below.
Chuckling against her breast as she comes back to herself, he notes, "I wonder if 'Daddy' heard that."
"Untie me, I want a shower," she orders, voice horse and exhausted.
Sebastian shakes his head. "I owe you one more."
"Sebastian, please…I'm exhausted…"
"You're tired," he corrects her as he kisses his way back between her legs, forcing them open. "When I'm finished, then you'll be exhausted."
"I'll be dead"
"But what a way to go."
When he licks and kisses her snatch, Kathryn whimpers and tries to shut her legs, but he holds her open, getting a sadistic rush from it. He knows she's too sensitive to be touched right now, but he wants this. He licks the length of her, teases both her tight little holes before latching on to her oversensitive clit. Kathryn sobs and tries to squirm away. He holds her down and eats her hard, until there are literal tears in her eyes and she's begging. At that point he doesn't know if she wants him to stop or continue. She probably doesn't even know. Despite this, Kathryn comes again fairly quickly. Her body shaking so hard he has to hold her down.
Pulling back, he looks up to find her starring into space looking slightly dazed as she trembles and twitches. "You okay?" he laughs.
Her eyes settle on his face, and she replies, "I really hate you sometimes."
"Back at you sis."
