Trip On Love

Summary: Three years later Kathryn and Sebastian celebrate their engagement. An unexpected party crasher brings news that could change everything between them.

Chapter 12: You Belong To Me

Almost 3 Years Later

"Do you think my parents would mind terribly if I skipped tonight's festivities?"

Kathryn let out a dry chuckle as she emerged from her walk in closet with a strapless cream colored dress draped over her arm. "Not at all. So long as you don't mind giving up that hefty inheritance."

I let out a pained groan because I knew she was right. My parents saw tonight as the end all, be all event of the year. If I missed it they would gladly cut me off for life. Throwing my head back against the satin lined couch dramatically I whined "I fucking hate this. All their tight assed friends, with their phony wishes of congratulations all the while they're talking behind our backs about how we're fucking up our future. I'm telling you Kathryn, I'd like to get a machete and execute every last one of them."

"That's charming Sebastian" she replied sarcastically. Slowly Kathryn approached the couch with that sensual strut of hers. Standing in front of me she placed her knee between my legs and used the back of the seat for leverage as she leaned over me. She moved in close and I caught a quick glance down the robe she was wearing to see that she didn't have anything on underneath. Grabbing my face she tilted my head back until her mouth was brushing mine. With her eyes still open she kissed me, her mouth open, wet and wonderful. As she pulled away Kathryn purred "perhaps you should have thought of that before asking me to marry you."

She laughed as she ran her finger across my lips and then got to her feet. My eyes narrowed and I smirked as she turned away to examine the dress she would wear that night. "Perhaps we should have eloped."

Kathryn looked over her shoulder at me. "Bite your tongue."

"Do it for me."

"If you ever want to see me naked again Valmont you'll not only go to that party tonight but you'll also at least pretend to be pleasant."

As she heading to the bathroom so she could finish grooming herself I reached out and grabbed her by the waist, inadvertently pulling her down on top of me. I moved her hair aside and draped her neck with kisses as my hand snaked underneath her blood red satin robe. Kathryn pretended to struggle against my amorous advances but her laughter gave her away. "Stop it, you're going to get be all dirty."

"That's the idea" I murmured against her skin.

She whimpered as her struggles dissolved to slow, deliberate movements against my groin. "I have to get ready or we're going to be late."

Once again, that was the idea. I barely processed what she was saying as my senses we're far to overwhelmed by her. My hand dipped down between her open legs and massaged her thigh. I wondered if it would be possible to do this on the small but somewhat sturdy couch (hell we'd done it before) rather than staggering all that way over to her bed. Before I could give the matter any serious thought Kathryn untangled herself from me and stood up. As she walked to the bathroom she looked back at me and laughed. Obviously she was quite amused by the state she had left me in. Fully aroused, my new suit rumpled, and my face crest fallen like child who was denied his favorite toy. Bitch. If I didn't love her so much I would despise her.

It had been nearly three years since the night of that infamous party. That evening had been the turning point in my relationship with Kathryn. Things had changed a great deal between us but it also seemed as if nothing had changed.

Leaning forward on the couch I watched her as she stood before her vanity primping herself. Had Kathryn changed in all that time? Outwardly yes. Her hair was now longer and a twinge shade darker. She had also given up her 'diet tricks' as she referred to them (what normal people call bulimia) and her body lost that unattractive gaunt look which in turn caused her breasts to become more voluptuous. She no longer looked the part of a young girl but rather a women. Inwardly though Kathryn was still Kathryn. Calculating, cruel, and bitchy. She was also strong, smart, and warm if she knew no one but myself was watching.

Our alliance, as we use to like to refer to it, was not immediate but rather tentative and cautious. Which was amusing given the fact that we were both usually so quick to act. However with our respective reputations on the line we both knew we had to tread lightly.

Kathryn hadn't been eager to tarnish her good girl routine with the knowledge that she was involved with the biggest player in school and I too wasn't rushing to tell people I had committed myself to one girl. So we began to see each other but only in the most discreet manor possible. Unfortunately we ran within a small social circle that thrived on gossip like this. It was only a matter of time before we were outed.

That being said our senior year wasn't so bad. By the first week of October everyone in Manchester, even the faculty, knew about my relationship with Kathryn. My annoyance with the situation had quickly given way to amusement. Didn't people have anything better to do than discuss a high school romance? Apparently not. Still it made things interesting. While Kathryn had to deal with all her little sheep whispering in her ear about what a horrible mistake she was making I contended with the 'senior sluts' as Kathryn so poetically named them. They seem to make it there life's duty to rid me of the spell I had been placed under. They were less than successful up until Eric Collins New Years Eve party.

It's strange, I remember everything about our first real fight except what it had been about. Something concerning how we would spend spring vacation or some such nonsense, I couldn't recall. What I did remember was the anger and hatred I felt towards her in that moment, the venomous words that spewed out of her mouth and of course that damn party we were on our way to. When we arrived we both decided to spend the evening apart. While Kathryn stormed off to the other side of the house, no doubt to bad mouth me to anyone who would listen I allowed myself to be cornered by Gretchan Forester, a slutty cheerleader and former conquest of mine. Under the disguise that she wanted to practice for midnight she kissed me and I still feeling furious at Merteuil (as I referred to her when angry) kissed her back, in full view of the party.

Of course the incident had eventually gotten back to Kathryn as I knew it would. At the end of the evening I went to collect her and found her in the second floor study with the host of that evening. She was sitting on a desk in front of him and Eric was standing between her open legs. As I stood silently in the doorway Kathryn looked at me over Eric's shoulder with contempt burning in her eyes. She pulled him into a kiss all the while keeping her eyes locked on to mine. Watching this display, even though I knew it was an act, I was filled with an overwhelming sense of jealousy that I hadn't felt since Jackson. Here was this loser, this nobody touching what I had long ago deemed as mine. She was mine.

I suspected Kathryn knew all this and that's exactly why she did it. She was teaching me an important lesson that evening. You hurt me, I'll kill you. I got it. After literally pulling her out of that damn party we went back to my place and got into a screaming match that led to a round of rough and raw make up sex. The incident was never mentioned again.

The rest of our high school days went by quickly. I took Kathryn to the prom (there's a sentence I thought I would never utter), we both got into Columbia, and we summered in Greece before starting school. College proved to not be all that different from high school. Different people but we still filled our same roles. Kathryn was the good girl and dating me was her latest act of charity. I was the bad boy working under the guise of apparent redemption.

Our monogamy during this time amused us. While everyone still gossiped about whether or not I would remain faithful to her, even though at this point we had been together for years, we laughed about it for it was so...odd. Outside of that one evening neither one of us had ever been tempted. We both had made a pact long ago to tell the other if we were interested, even if it was just sexually, in someone else. For awhile it never happened and then HE came along. Professor Patrick.

Now of course Kathryn didn't just come out and admit she wanted to bang him, no with her it was all in the subtleties. We both had Developmental Psychology with him. Right away I sensed her interest. Patrick was one of the youngest professor's on campus not to mention the most attractive. When he lectured I watched as that familiar predatory look flashed over Kathryn's eyes. A look that until that time had been reserved strictly for me. When I asked her if she wanted him she simply smiled slyly and replied "it could be interesting."

From that point on I became obsessed with the notion of that dick coming anywhere near my girlfriend. Night and day it was all I could thing about. It got to the point where I decided to set up the opportunity to see if Kathryn would indeed cheat on me. I sent her to retrieve an old paper of mine from him when I knew the professor would be alone. I gave it some time before dropping by. Everything in me shattered when I walked in and found them kissing. Unlike the other time, which was strictly theatrical, this was real.

She wanted him.

I had stormed out of his office with Kathryn following in behind. We got into a huge, public fight where I accidentally let it slip that I had set up the events that led to her betrayal. Kathryn called me jealous and childish. I called her a whore and promptly dumped her. At that point I thought it was honestly over between us. Then I returned to my apartment to find Kathryn. Preparing myself for another round of verbal sparring I was shocked when she threw her arms around me and pleaded for forgiveness.

Now up to that point Kathryn never came to me after a fight. It was always the other way around. I was the one making apologizes even when it should have been her. Not this time however. Kathryn begged to the point of tears for me to take her back. She just kept repeating please and that she loved me. Normally such a show of emotion would turn me off but coming from Kathryn it just endeared her to me more. It was in that moment I knew I would marry her.

The idea of marriage was never brought up between us except as a joke. It was of course our parents ultimate goal for us but it wasn't something we ever considered seriously. Deep down I was afraid of entering into a long term commitment with Kathryn. After all look at our parents. It wasn't exactly inspirational. I couldn't stand the idea of losing what I had with her. Kathryn was more than a girlfriend she was my closest friend and confident, the only person in this world I trusted.

Which I suppose was the reason I asked her. The proposal hadn't been terribly romantic but then again neither were we. I simply asked her to marry me and promised she could go pick out her own ring. I expected her to want to think about it so I was pleasantly surprised when she agreed right away.

Not surprisingly our parents had been thrilled at the news. My mother got started right away with planning the engagement party. I tried to tell her that we planned on having a long engagement and wouldn't marry until we graduated but the women wouldn't be stopped. Everyone else had a mixed reaction. Some acted like the marriage was to be expected, like it was known all along that Kathryn and I would marry. Others like that tight assed bitch Mrs. Caldwell, who's young daughter Cecile unbeknownst to her Kathryn and I ruined in high school, went around whispering that it wouldn't last. "I'll be surprised if they even make it to the alter let alone last a week."

Whatever.

I chuckled to myself as I reached into my jacket to retrieve my cigarette's. Let them say whatever they wanted, it didn't make a damn bit of difference. I would marry Kathryn. To hell with all of them.

When I couldn't find my lighter I walked over to Kathryn's bed and opened up one of the drawers built into the alcove. I rummaged around the cluttered drawer for a pack of matches or something. I didn't find the matches but something equally explosive. It was a picture of Kathryn with Jackson. At his beach house. In California.

It had been some time since I had even thought about Jackson. Following the night Kathryn broke up with him, he left New York and headed back to the west coast. Since then neither of us had any contact with him and never even mentioned him except for a few sporadic times and even then it was just to dis his so called career. Yes over the past years Jackson's status had been going swiftly down the shitter. Three of his last movies bombed and his television show was canceled after a few episodes. According to the tabloids he had been in and out of rehab but none of it was sticking. All of this just amused Kathryn and I further. Or at least it amused me. Right now I couldn't be too sure of her.

"What the fuck?" I grumbled walking to the bathroom.

Kathryn spun around "what is it?"

I held up the picture for her to see. "Explain"

Her eyes narrowed at the picture but her face betrayed little emotion. When she went to grab it out of my hand I held it out of her reach. Kathryn rolled her eyes and sighed "it's nothing, just an old picture."

"Right" I replied evenly as I continued to hold the picture above her head and out of reach. "When did you two go to California?"

She sighed "it was after you and I had that falling out in London. We spent a weekend at his place in Malibu. To you know...resolve things."

"Resolve things?"

Kathryn smirked and arched an eyebrow as if taunting me. Reaching up she snatched the picture out of my grasp and walked over to the bed. "You can't honestly still be a jealous?"

"Jealous?" I spat like it was a dirty word. "Don't be absurd. I just don't like my fiancée carrying around pictures of old boyfriends. Especially burned out has-been like Maguire."

She shrugged casually "I must have forgotten to throw it out. Anyway since you're not jealous what does it matter, right?"

Standing before her I looked down into her emerald eyes and replied "right."

Moving even closer to me she allowed her nose to brush against mine as she whispered "it's not like I have that picture in there on purpose. It's not like I think about him, dream about him, touch myself and think about him. Get wet when I-"

Before she could finish that sentence I pushed her back on the bed. I knew she was baiting me and I shouldn't let her but I couldn't help myself. The mere image of those two made my blood boil.

Reclining back on the bed, her legs spread lewdly as she rested on her elbows, Kathryn chuckled evilly like some wicked queen from a fairy tale. "Good thing you're not the jealous type."

"Good thing I'm not the abusive type" I sneered back.

"Oh that might be fun" she purred. Reaching forward she grabbed me by the tie and pulled me down on top of her. Clutching the back of my neck she crushed my mouth to hers for a lust filled kiss. When I broke away, breathless and throbbing with need, I looked into her eyes, as I had done hundreds upon thousands of times before and all was forgiven. My anger turned to mush and I knew I loved her. I would always love her.

"You're mine" I whispered to her. "You belong to me."

Usually Kathryn deplored such statements. I would think her normal response would be to tell me she belonged to no one. She might even get angry or worse yet aloof, but she was just full of surprises that evening. Instead this look passed over her face that couldn't be mistaken for anything but lust. "Say it again" she whispered back.

I gripped her hair and tugged her head back. "You belong to me" I growled as I nipped at her neck savagely.

"Again" she moaned withering underneath me.

"You're mine." I pulled off her robe leaving her exposed as I make my way down her body. "These belong to me" I murmured as I sucked and fondled her heaving breasts. When I had Kathryn moaning under my touch I moved further still. I planted kisses on her stomach "this is mine." At last I was down to my favorite part. Spreading her legs even wider I caressed her mound and smiled at it admiringly. "And this most definitely belongs to me." I felt her shudder under my touch as if it was the first time. Far from it. At this point I could draw a detailed map of her cunt I know it so well. Yet like a Picasso it never loses its appeal.

Grabbing me forcefully by the hair Kathryn pulled me back up to her and soon we're making out like it will be our last time. There was nothing loving or romantic about it but rather we're like two cats wrestling for dominance. Before I knew it was happened my pants were around my ankles and I was plunging inside her. She whispered nasty things in my ear as I clutched her ass and fucked her deep the way I know she likes. It wasn't long before her muscles contracted around me and pulled me in further. My cum hit spontaneously with hers. Kathryn's hips rocked desperately against mine as she milked me for every last drop. When I was eventually sedate I collapsed on top of her breathlessly and she made my absolute favorite sound in the world, a soft satisfied whimper.

We laid like that for a little while, laughing about how soar we'll be the next day. Finally Kathryn pushed me off of her and rolled over on her stomach. "I should call my mother and tell her we might be late."

Glancing over I noticed as she picked up the phone she grabbed the picture of her and Jackson and crinkled it up in her hand. The knowledge that he is firmly in the past where he belongs, along with the fact that her warm, sweaty body is still partially clinging to mine caused me to stir once again. Leaning forward I kissed her naked shoulder and whispered "tell her we're going to be very late."

* * * * * *

"Don't do it"

Sipping the expensive champagne as if it were water I couldn't help but smile at the statement. "Why Tuttle, I thought you'd reserve such advice until the ceremony."

He shook his head adamantly. "I'm serious Valmont. You need to think this through. You can't marry her. I mean it's Kathryn for Christ sakes. Kathryn?!"

I might have taken him seriously if he hadn't been reeking of pot and if he wasn't, well Blaine. No one outside of myself took my reputation as seriously as he did. Tuttle, while openly gay, had no intentions of ever settling down and he expected the same of me. My engagement came as a massive disappointment to him to say the least. It had nothing to do with Kathryn, at least I didn't think it did. Those two had a strange relationship that started long before I came into the picture. I never asked.

"Look" I sighed with little patience. "The ring is already on her finger. It's going to happen."

"Why?! Come on Valmont, do you want to give up everything to become that little bitches...bitch?"

Before I could respond to that Kathryn came up beside us. "What's going on?"

My eyes shot to Blaine and I soundlessly told me one thing: keep your fucking mouth shut. Getting the idea he simply shrugged at Kathryn's question. My fiancee looped her arm around mine and looked up at me expectantly for an answer. "It's nothing" I replied flatly.

Blaine smirked back at Kathryn as if to say it very well was something. She smiled pleasantly and I had a sneaking suspicion she knew what we were talking about. "Sebastian have I ever told you the story about me and Blaine at the homecoming dance freshman year?"

As I opened my mouth to reply Blaine suddenly interjected. "Well I have to get going. Lovely party Kathryn. I wish you two all the happiness in the world. Bye-bye"

He turned abruptly and left. The smile Kathryn had plastered on her face fell and she hissed "evil little queer."

I laughed and wrapped my arms around her from behind. "What happened at homecoming?"

She snickered leaning back against me. "That's a story for another night and trust me you're no where drunk enough to hear it yet."

"Fair enough" I murmur in her ear. "Now what do you say we get out of here. I've been a good boy all evening. I deserve a little naughty time with my soon to be wife."

"Valmont the party started an hour ago. Pace yourself."

It sure as hell felt a lot longer than that. "Come on Kathryn" I whined. "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take."

She turned around then and drew my mouth close to hers. "Tell you what" she whispered "if you can go another hour, acting civil and charming I'll take you into your old bedroom and give you a reward."

"Be more specific."

Pulling me even closer she whispered in my ear "I'll suck you off until you blow your wad down my throat."

My eyebrows shot up. "That will do"

Kathryn rolled her eyes "you're so easy."

I laughed and kissed the top of her head affectionately. As I looked up I noticed something across the room that made my stomach turn: my parents and Tiffani Merteuil clinking their glasses together in victory. "Good god will you look at them."

Kathryn turned around and her face soon mirrored my own. "I know, they're so happy. It's disgusting."

"They're gloating"

"It would almost be worth it to call the whole thing off" she sighed. "If only to see the looks of their faces when they got the news."

Leaning her head back against my chest I laughed. "Now there's an idea." Someone else was huddled among the happy trio that I hadn't noticed before. She was a young, pretty, blond that had Kathryn's eyes. "Who's that?"

"My cousin Haley. She's a slut" she explained flatly. "Stay away from her."

"Why, don't you trust me?"

Kathryn turned around to face me. Straightening my tie she replied "I don't trust her. Little Haley has a tendency to try and get her grubby little hands on what is mine. She's a gold digging, slutty, little cow."

"So I take it a threesome's out of the question then?"

She gave me an even smile as she yanked on my tie and gave me a kiss. I was surprised seeing as Kathryn wasn't big on public display's of affection but I wasn't going to complain. "I'm going to go mingle" she told me as she pulled away. "Try to stay out of trouble."

For the next hour I did as I'm told. When my parents friends came up to me I smiled and thanked them for their well wishes instead of telling them off. I was charming, complacent and acted as though I was happy to be there when in actuality all I was thinking about was the promise blow job I would receive later.

I noticed Kathryn chatting with my grandparents across the room and I was about to go collect her when something...unexpected happens. The band, which my parents hired for the evening suddenly stopped playing and a hush started to fall over the crowd as a familiar voice called out "hey, can I have everyone's attention? I'd like to make a toast."

There was a distinct murmur though the crowd and when I looked up I saw why. There, standing on the stage in a tux, was Jackson. I was so stunned I wasn't sure what to feel first. My eyes immediately went to Kathryn who was staring up at her ex just as stupefied as I felt. I started to charge up to the stage but I quickly reminded myself that now was not the time to cause a scene. Not yet anyway.

"Now some of you might recognize me from my films" he said with just the slightest bit of a slur. I was thinking he was just going to humiliate himself by bringing up past glories but he quickly proved me wrong. "You might also recognize me as Kathryn's ex boyfriend."

Jackson chuckled to himself as if he had made a joke. Meanwhile somewhere in the room I heard Tiffani call out for security. For once I was in agreement with the bitch. "I was also Sebastian's best friend. How's that for irony? Anyway no hard feeling" he said his eyes now locked on mine. "I just wanted to raise my glass and toast the happy couple. To Kathryn, you soulless, blackmailing little whore and to Valmont. Good luck, you're going to need it. Especially when you finally discover all the shit she's done to you. You think I'm an asshole? Just you wait until-"

Jackson was suddenly cut off when two burly, well dressed security guards grabbed him and dragged him from the stage. I watched with anger and confusion trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. Was it just the alcohol talking or was there more to it?

As the party started up again I looked over at Kathryn still standing across the room. My grandparents were trying to talk to her but her attention was focused on me. Her face was as usual unreadable but there was something else in her eyes. Anger? Fear? Worry? I didn't know.

In the end I decided to just forget the whole incident. It meant nothing, right? I was completely wrong.

* * * * * *

"Oh...Kathryn...Kathryn...KATHRYN..."

I came as I screamed out the last word and thrust my hips forcefully against her face. This might have been a dangerous maneuver had it been with any other girl but this was Kathryn. She had elevated this particular sexual act to another level entirely. Sucking cock was her art form.

After I came she cleaned me up and tucked me back into my pants while I fell back onto the bed in exhaustion. We were in my old bedroom a place that had seen its fair share of action. Especially from us. I took a minute to catch my breath before looking down to find Kathryn still kneeling before me on the floor. She was looking down at the hard wood floor lost in thought.

It occurred to me we hadn't said anything to each other since she pulled me out of the party and back to the old bedroom for the promise blow job. I honestly hadn't been expecting it after Jackson's spectacle. I hadn't even asked her what she thought about it yet. As I watched Kathryn I realized that perhaps this whole intimate encounter hadn't been so much for my benefit but for her own as well. It wasn't until much later I realized how right I was. It was a strategic act of defense if ever there was one.

I sat up on my elbows and watched as she got to her feet and straightened herself up. "Well" I sighed "aren't we going to talk about it?"

Kathryn looked back at me hesitantly. "Talk about what?" I wasn't about to dignify her absurd question with an answer. I stared her down and eventually she rolled her eyes and exclaimed "what is there to say?"

"I don't know" I replied sitting up suddenly. "Let's start with what the hell was that asshole talking about?"

"How should I know? He was drunk!"

Standing before her I crossed my arms to my chest. "Not good enough."

"Well it will have to be." She started for the door but I quickly pulled her back. "Kathryn what the hell is going on?!"

Her eyes went wide at my sudden anger. I could tell even then she was trying to tell me something but she was wrestling with herself over it. Finally she spoke, in a shaky voice that sounded so odd coming from the girl usually so in control. "It's...it...I'll tell you..."

"Okay" I nodded.

"After I say good bye to our guests"

I rolled my eyes upwards and groaned in frustration. "Kathryn, fuck the guests. I want to know now."

Taking a step forward she took my hand and gently touched my face. Her eyes burning into mine she said "I'll tell you later. I promise." Kathryn leaned forwards and kissed me briefly before pulling away. This time I let her leave even though what I really wanted to do was hold her down and force her to tell me the truth.

With a sigh I walked over to the bar which the maids were still keeping stocked even though I no longer lived there. As I was reaching for the scotch I suddenly became aware that I wasn't alone. Slowly I sat the heavy crystal container down and turned around just as Jackson walked off my balcony. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" I demanded.

He smirked smugly as he leaned against my desk. "I was just enjoying the view. It's been a long time. I almost forgot how talented Kathryn was on her knees."

I wasn't sure what made my skin crawl more: the fact that Jackson had been spying on us during that moment of intimacy or the fact that there was once a time when he was in that very place with Kathryn. I wasn't about to dwell on it. Charging over to him I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the door. "OUT! Get the fuck out of my house!"

Pushing me away he laughed. "Hold on a second buddy. I don't think you want to do that just yet."

"I'm not your buddy" I sneered "and I think I very much want to do that."

"Really? Even if I let you in on Kathryn's deep dark secret. The one she's been keeping from you for years?"

I considered this for a moment, but only a moment. I knew what ever he wanted to tell me it was a lie. Shaking my head at him I went to the door and opened it. "I don't care. Now get out before I-"

"It concerns your bet"

My eyes met his and slowly I found myself closing the door. Trying to keep calm I asked "what bet?"

Jackson grinned obviously loving every second of this. "The wager you and Kathryn made over me. You didn't think I knew about that did you?" He snickered "I knew about it, I also know it was rigged. You see buddy, Kathryn and I were playing you all along..."

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