With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 11:
I'm the Only Person You Can't Have and it Kills You
Crap! Crap! Crap!
Annette momentarily forgets how to breathe when she realizes her careless blunder, namely accidentally hip checking some of Kathryn's stacked luggage, just gave her away. She can hear the stepsiblings on the other side of the closet door, quietly bickering. She's cooked for sure.
"Alright asshole," Sebastian yells out. "Get the fuck out here!"
She hears the telltale whine of the bed springs followed by the soft patter of approaching footsteps. Panic grips her throat as her gaze darts around the small walk-in closet looking for an escape route. All that greets her is darkness. Almost on instinct Annette backs into the corner behind the door, hoping against hope that when the door opens it will somehow hide her. Clutching the stolen vibrator to her chest, she stares down at herself still wearing the stupid stolen negligee. She had been too nervous to change back into her own clothes, fearing they'd hear her, but now she is seconds from being caught wearing next to nothing, holding a sex toy and clearly eavesdropping on the stepsiblings latest perverted escapade.
Annette is so terrified she resorts to doing something she hasn't done in years. She prays.
Despite what she knows people thinks about her, Annette doesn't have any strong religious beliefs. Her objections to sex are based on her own moral standards, not anyone else's. Her family isn't particularly spiritual and the last time she attended church was with her grandmother when she was twelve. When she was kid, she would pray when she wanted to win a soccer game, when her mom was sick, when she wanted a new doll. In all honesty though, she always just thought it was a lot of nonsense, like asking for a wish to come true. Now here she was, her ass on the line, begging whoever was listening please, please, please, get me out of this and I swear I will never eavesdrop on anyone ever again.
She hears them just outside and she holds her breath. The door opens and Annette presses herself as far into the corner as she can. She can't see Sebastian, but she can hear him. She hears the sound of clothing been moving around like he's searching. Annette bites her lip. Don't look behind the door. Then she hears it. Kathryn.
"Well?" she demands, haughty as ever.
"I think I know the culprit," he calls out and Annette shuts her eyes, waiting for him to throw open the door and reveal her. Here is comes…
Only he doesn't. Instead, the oddest thing happens.
"Meowww"
Suddenly, an orange tabby cat darts out from under the clothes and runs at Annette. He stares at her and she stares at him trying to make sense of it. Then he begins pawing at the door, letting it swing just slightly…
No, no, no! You've got to be kidding me!
Annette thinks she's cooked for sure when a hand reaches over and scoops the cat up. "It appears you have a stowaway," Sebastian announces.
"Where did that little fucker come from?" Kathryn grumbles.
"It's that cat that hangs out in the garden. Someone must have let him in."
She sighs. "Goddamn Vivien was shopping again. Remind me to have a talk with that girl."
"The price you pay for good help—and good head. Well, what shall we do with it?"
"Use it for target practice? It better not have pissed on any of my Chanel."
"Parish the thought—ow!" The cat lets out a ferocious hiss before Sebastian drops the animal to the floor. It smartly runs as fast as it can away from the pair. "Evil little fur ball. I'm bleeding."
Kathryn snickers. "Serves you right for messing with stray pussy."
She walks away then with her stepbrother following after. Annette exhales in relief, but she's not home yet. She's still stuck in the damn closet. Worse yet, she realizes she has a perfect view of the stepsiblings thanks to the still open door and the three-way mirror at the back of the closet. She tries not to look but it's literally the only place she can look.
"Speaking of pussy…" Sebastian tugs his sister back into his arms and gropes her ass. "Where were we?"
"Nowhere of consequence." She squirms out of his grip. "I need a shower."
"Great, I'll join you."
"Nice try. I meant what I said Valmont." Kathryn steps up close to him and draws a finger over his pout. "You have to earn me. Until then no pussy."
She walks out of frame leaving her stepbrother to stand there agape with a fairly prominent bulge in his pants. "And what am I supposed to do with this?"
Kathryn's musical laughter rings out from across the room. "Why don't you see if Dorothy is back? Maybe she'll lend you a hand. If not brother dear, there's always your own."
Annette hears a door close, followed by the faint sound of running water. She waits, expecting Sebastian to storm out. She's rather annoyed when instead he stalks over to the bed where he was tussling or whatever the hell he was doing with his stepsister (Annette couldn't really tell the specifics as she could only hear them). Frowning, he unfastens his pants, reaches in and pulls out his very engorged dick. Even at a distance Annette can see it pulsating and angry. Sebastian wraps his fist around it and groans.
Blushing and remembering her promise, her eyes dart to the ground. Stop watching pervert, she admonishes herself, this is what got you into trouble in the first place. She keeps her gaze to the carpet, but she can't block out the noise of his grunts mixed with flesh slapping flesh. It sounds obscene. Even worse, she realizes that it's turning her on.
God, I have to get out of here.
After a few minutes of listening to this while huddled in a corner, barely dressed, with her legs clamped tightly together, she feels like she's going to lose her mind. Without even meaning to she looks up and becomes mesmerized by the sight in front of her. Sebastian is now kneeling on the bed with his pants around his knees. One hand is propped on the wooden headboard, as the other furiously jerks himself off. As absolutely bonkers as it is, Annette knows with a weird kind of certainty that she has never been more attracted to him. Something about the primal nature of what he was doing mixed with the vulnerability of it just did something for her. Rather than be disgusted by him, she finds herself filled with a sudden affection towards the asshole.
Or maybe she's just really horny.
She doesn't have long to ruminate on the matter as Sebastian is soon reaching his climax. A sort of pained grunt rings out loudly across the room as his hand speeds up, his shoulders tense and finally he ejaculates all over his sister's pillows. Annette watches transfixed as he collapses onto his back, his cock now laying soft and defeated against his abdomen. Sebastian lays there a minute before cleaning himself up and crawling out of the bed. Fixing his pants, he eyes the mess me left on Kathryn's bed and snickers softly. "Sweet dreams, sis."
Annette holds her breath as he passes by the closet on his way out the door. She stands there for five whole seconds, waiting for any other signs of life, before quickly snatching her clothes that are tangled at her feet. She doesn't bother removing the nightie, she just throws her jeans and shirt on over it then slips as quietly as possible out of the closet. Chancing a glance at the bathroom door, she's half afraid she's going to find Kathryn standing in front of it with that annoying (hot) smirk of hers, but there's no one there so Annette doesn't linger. She runs to freedom. Escaping out of the room she darts to her own guest bedroom as fast as her legs can take her.
Once she's finally alone she collapses on her bed, panting. The stolen vibrator falls from her hand along with the picture of Kathryn. Annette eyes both warily. She should just throw them out. That was the smart thing.
Instead, she goes and hides them in the bottom drawer of the bureau, behind her khakis and Kansas U sweatshirt. She then hops in the shower, but this time she is very careful to not rub the loofah too aggressively against her skin. And even though she's bombarded with lurid thoughts and images about what she just witnessed, she refuses to get herself off.
You're going to quit, she tells herself. Cold turkey. No more eavesdropping. No more getting herself off to weird fantasies. No more getting off period. She's going to go back to being the good girl she was before she arrived at this place. The girl with morals and principals and standards. The girl she was supposed to be.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but she won't allow it to get her.
"And she's definitely in town?"
"Oh yeah. My sister's boyfriend's mother saw her in South Hampton this morning. Apparently, she arrived last night. Can you believe she has the nerve to throw a party with virtually no warning? Audrey Newport announced hers a month ago. Naturally, she's completely shitting herself now that—"
"Well thanks for the heads up, Tash.," Kathryn cuts off her babbling minion, eager to get off the phone. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, I can't wait to see—" Kathryn ends the call before she can continue her inane thought. She turns her attention to her laptop sitting open on her bed, displaying that most unholy evite.
You're Invited!
A 4th of July Celebration:
Hosted by Sloan Prescott
Red, White, and Blue wardrobe mandatory,
Fire Works start at 10pm
Only that miserable cunt would have the balls to announce a 4th of July party the day before and expect everyone to come. Of course, everyone would come. It was Sloan. Nobody said no to her. Kathryn knew that all too well.
"Fuck my life," she grumbles out loud.
Something needs to be done. Kathryn has a few ideas naturally, but she knows she's going to need help. The sort of help only a certain perverted asshole can provide. Shit.
Well, there goes her night.
She considers changing into something more seductive, but in the end, she figures if she's too obvious it might read as desperate and while she most certainly is desperate, she's not about to announce it. Kathryn heads down the hall to her stepbrother's room and raises her hand to knock before deciding against it. Instead, she struts in unannounced only to come to a stop at what she finds. Namely Sebastian in his natural habitat. He's getting his dick sucked.
Her stepbrother is standing at the window, half dressed, his pants at his ankles, while Vivien kneels before him, loudly sucking him off. His expression, as always, is one of boredom.
"What?" he drawls when he looks up and notices her.
Kathryn cocks a brow at his attitude. Someone is still pissy because she hadn't helped him get off. This might be more difficult than she anticipated. Ignoring his sullen mood, she slowly approaches, letting her hips sway enticingly as she does. Sebastian tries to remain indifferent, but the hungry look that flashes in his pale blue eyes gives him away. Kathryn places a hand on top of Vivien's bobbing head and purrs sweetly, "Am I interrupting?"
Viv pulls off of him and smiles up at her. "Want to help me out?"
Kathryn looks over at Sebastian who's face in remaining annoyingly impassive. "You seem like you have things well in hand." Whenever she does eventually suck Sebastian off, she plans for it to be a solo effort. It's certainly not going to be with the maid claiming half the credit.
The leggy brunette goes back to fellating him and Kathryn keeps her hand on her head gently guiding her, all the while keeping her gaze on her stepbrother. He's wearing those stupid reading glasses of his, the one's without the frames. She doesn't know why, but they make her irrationally horny. Like something about his faux intellectualism really gets her off. If he actually does win this godforsaken bet, she's going to make him wear them when he fucks her into the headboard.
Just thinking about Sebastian banging the shit out of her makes her gentle caress of Vivien's head turn into a fierce grip. She then unceremoniously shoves the maid forward, forcing her to take all her brother's cock down her throat. She coughs and sputters, trying to breathe through her nose. Kathryn pays her discomfort no mind. She knows for a fact this isn't the first time she's choked on a cock. Sebastian barely makes a sound, but his mouth does twitch.
Kathryn holds her there as she gets her bearings. "That's a good girl, relax your throat. Now let your tongue come out and tease his balls."
Tilting her head, she watches as the maid obediently follows her orders, her tongue slithering out between her lips and Sebastian's engorged flesh. She slathers at his bloated sack. Sebastian hums in approval. "Very nice," he remarks like he's commenting on a béarnaise sauce and not some girl who has his cock lodged down her throat. Fucking guys.
Growing annoyed by his indifferent stance, Kathryn tries a new tactic. She releases her hold on Vivien, allowing the maid to go back to sucking him at her pace while she sidles up next to him. She runs a hand down his back before resting it on his bare butt which she stops to admire. Valmont has a criminally attractive ass. It's no small wonder every female and queer man on campus covets it. She gently gropes him, but his only reaction is to gaze up at the ceiling impassively.
So, she slides a finger down his crack. That gets his attention.
His breath immediately hitches and his head cocks to look at her. Kathryn grins. She runs her finger over his anus eliciting a shiver from him. Leaning in closer she whispers, "You want me inside you?"
Sebastian doesn't reply, just gently pants, his gaze almost black. Kathryn pulls her hand back then sucks the digit that had been toying with him into her mouth. Her stepbrother's gaze never leaves her. He grips Viv harshly by the hair and begins jerking her gruffly back and forth along his cock. Good boy. With her finger sufficiently wet, she returns it to his ass, teasing the puckered opening before slowly pushing inside him. He's tight of course, but she knows this is hardly the first time he's had this done to him. Still, he makes a sound like he's just been punched in the gut as she penetrates his anal ring. "You're so tight," she taunts against his ear. "Almost as tight as me." She then sucks on his earlobe for good measure.
Vivien is now going crazy on his dick, slurping and sucking loudly, practically shoving her face into his pubes. Kathryn toys with his ass, pushing further, then pulling back. Sebastian's mouth is slack, his eyes are glazed over in lust. He's so close, he's trembling under her hand in an effort to starve off the inevitable. Kathryn shoves her finger in deep past the second knuckle and he cries out, thrusting himself hard into Vivien's throat. Her finger just grazes his prostate and he's coming, shuddering and shaking, his ass squeezing her finger.
"Fuck," he pants, trembling with little aftershocks. It's all kinds of hot. She wonders how hard she could make him cum with her strap-on.
She removes her finger as Vivien pulls off of him, wiping her mouth. Kathryn's about to reach for a nearby napkin but instead, sucks her digit back into her mouth. It's not particularly pleasant, but it's worth it to see the stupefied look on her stepbrother's face in produces.
Vivien gets to her feet and cleans herself up, tugs her uniform back into place. She flashes a grin at Kathryn. "Thanks for the assist."
"Any time." Then with a pointed look she tells her, "That will be all Vivien."
The maid gives a sarcastic little curtsey then makes herself scarce. Sebastian tugs his pants back up and his expression returns to its normal state of indifference. "Well, as interesting as that was, I have things to do. Get out."
Ignoring his moodiness, Kathryn takes a seat on his desk while cleaning her hand with a wet wipe. "Did you jerk off in my bed earlier?"
A snake like grin slithers onto his face. "Well, you did tell me to take care of it. Is that not what you meant?"
She rolls her eyes at his immaturity. "You're disgusting."
"Says the girl who just shoved her finger up my ass and then cleaned it with her mouth. Anyway, I have news for you sis, when I win this wager of ours, I'm going to be depositing my winnings somewhere much closer to home."
Remembering her mission, she smiles prettily and tells him, "Looking forward to it."
His brow raises momentarily and he frows. "Uh oh, you're being pleasant. What gives?"
"I have a proposition for you."
Sebastian gives her a once over then turns away. "Well, it's going to have to wait. I'm heading back into the city for the night." He disappears into his closet. "I'm meeting Mia Fox for drinks."
"Mia Fox?" Kathryn repeats incredulously, although she's not sure why she's surprised. The airheaded influencer has been on her brother's hit list for some time. "Finally crossing her off your to-do list."
He pokes his head out of the closet and smiles cheekily. "In a manner of speaking."
"Then why are you getting blown beforehand?"
"Pre-game prep? Besides Viv kind of insisted. I guess it beats vacuuming." Sebastian pulls out a grey suit and examines it a beat before asking, "Kathryn what do you want?"
Pushing off the desk, she walks over to his bed and spreads herself out, hoping the sight with help lower her stepbrother's guard. She waits a beat before casually revealing, "Sloan is back in town."
She's surprised when he replies, "I assumed as much. I got an invite to her party tomorrow."
"Are you going?" Sebastian emerges from the closet, shirt unbuttoned, and levels a look at her. Of course he was going. He was not excluded from the same social cues as everyone else. Sloan was Upper East Side royalty, even more worshipped than Kathryn. He wasn't allowed to turn her down any more than she was.
"What's wrong sis? Don't tell me you're feeling nostalgic for your old mentor. I thought you hated the bitch?"
She meets his gaze and tells him firmly, "Trust me I do." Kathryn rolls over to her stomach and explains, "Sloan was in Greece with Court this summer."
"Sloan and Court? There's a match made in hell."
Kathryn snickers, "God no. He's far too afraid of her to ever go down that road. No, their families are old friends. Anyway, I'm fairly certain he told her all about our breakup and his new found love of undercooked snatch."
"Ah, I see, and you're worried she's going to tell everyone how he dumped you for an idiotic sophomore still in a training bra." Sebastian sighs as he examines his reflection in the mirror, "It's bound to come out eventually."
"Not if I destroy their little romance before it has a chance to get off the ground. Sloan being here is going to fuck everything up." She pushes herself up into a sitting position, suddenly feeling furious all over again, "I've worked too hard to have that psychopathic witch destroy it all."
"Aren't you being a little dramatic? It's just for a summer then she's back in New Haven, terrorizing underclassmen."
"Except she won't be. Rumor has it she's transferring to Columbia next semester."
Sebastian looks back at her, something resembling panic flashes in his eyes as he groans, "Fuck."
"Exactly." Kathryn slips off the bed and approaches him. "I don't know about you, but there's no fucking way I'm putting up with Sloan fucking Prescott my last year of school. Running into her at parties, at clubs. Just waiting for her to pulls some shit."
He shakes his head, "She's not in high school anymore, I can't imagine she'd bother with us."
"You're forgetting we're both much more high profile than we were three years ago. You're about to leave Manchester a legend Sebastian. You really want to risk her messing with that?"
His gaze narrows at her. "What are you proposing?"
Kathryn settles her hands on his lower abdomen then slowly draws them up his chest. "We need to take her down together. It's the only way. Total annihilation." She flashes a grin, "What we do best."
Sebastian exhales loudly through his nose then disentangles from her, turning back to his suit. "I don't think so."
"Oh, come on," she exclaims, "I would think you of all people would want to see that bitch brought to her knees after what she did to you."
"Don't remind me."
She imagines he doesn't want to rehash old wounds, especially ones that were that embarrassing. Kathryn might have been sympathetic to his plight if she wasn't so annoyed. Thinking her best bet was to push at his pride a little she taunts, "Don't tell me you're still afraid of her?"
Sebastian spins around and snaps tightly, "I am not afraid of her. I just have better things to do than tangling with that nasty cunt."
"What, like screwing influencers and mid-western virgins? Jesus, what happened to your balls Valmont? There was a time you'd be chomping at the bit to tear her a new one. Now you're pussying out on me? How pathetic." Smiling tauntingly, she adds, "Classic floppy bear."
Fury flashes in her stepbrother's face upon hearing his former moniker. It is a nickname he had long ago sought to bury and for the most part succeeded. Nobody would dare call him that these days. Nobody but Kathryn that is.
Charging up to her, he grabs her by the arms and pulls her in. "Don't you fucking dare."
She blinks up at him all innocent. "What, is something I said? You better get used to it brother dear. How long before she brings that story up at cocktail hour. No girl will touch you when she hears about it." She winds her arms around him again and leans in tight. "Help me bring her down Sebastian. We can team up, just like old times."
He considers her a moment. "You really want this don't you?"
She licks her lips and eyes his mouth, "Oh yes."
Sebastian jerks her closer, until their mouths are nearly touching. She realizes then he's about to kiss her. To her surprise she realizes she's going to let him. A first.
However, it doesn't work out that way.
He leans in close and just as their mouth are about to touch, he whispers, "Well too bad, I'm not interested." Sebastian then shoves her back into the bed and walks off.
"I'm taking a shower."
Still panting, Kathryn tosses her hair at her face and stares in outraged at his retreating back. Fueled by fury and illegal stimulants, she grabs the nearest object, an empty decorative bowl, and chucks it at him with a wail of frustration. "Asshole!"
It crashes against the wall inches from his head, but Sebastian doesn't so much as flinch. Disappearing into the bathroom he calls out over his shoulder, "Good evening, Kathryn."
What a shit night.
A shit day really if he's being honest. First, he gets dragged along on that miserable volunteer trip. Then there was Kathryn and her big bag of bullshit. Finally, to top it off he spends the evening with the most insipid girl imaginable. All she wanted to talk about was her 'brand' and NFT's. To add insult to injury she didn't even put out. What a fucking waste.
Sebastian considers hitting up one of his regulars in the city, but his heart isn't in it. Once again, he blames Kathryn. Ever since she brought up all that shit about Sloan, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it which is irritating. He'd spent years repressing thoughts of his middle school tormenter. Given that fact that Sloan was three years older than them and attends Yale, he luckily hasn't run into her much over the past couple years. The prospect of sharing the same city with her again, of always looking over his shoulder at ever party he attends, fills him with dread.
Maybe Kathryn is right, maybe he is losing his edge. Sure, Sloan might have humiliated him once upon a time, but he was still Sebastian fucking Valmont, the most conniving, ruthless mother fucker on the Upper East Side. He should be chomping at the bit to take down that fucking bitch.
Maybe he was maturing…or maybe he was still scared shitless of the one woman who truly got the better of him. Either way it's a depressing thought.
Fuck, I need to get drunk.
Returning to the estate he plans to head right to his bedroom but decides to make a pitstop in the east wing parlor where they keep the good scotch. On his way there however, he gets distracted when he sees the lights for the indoor pool on. He goes to investigate and is surprised when he finds Annette. It's after 1am, he would expect she'd be in bed by now, instead she appears to be swimming laps like her life depends on it. Standing at the edge of the pool he waits for her to notice him. He doesn't have to wait long.
"Oh!" she exclaims when she pops out of the water and finds him there. "Oh god you startled me! Where did you come from?"
"The city actually. I had some business to attend to."
"Business, huh?" She swims to the edge of the pool and gives him the sort of taunting smile that wouldn't be out of place on his stepsister's face. "What was her name?"
"Edward," he lies easily. "One of my father's many lawyers. He's a little paunchy and balding, but he makes it work."
"He sounds like a catch. I hope you two had a nice time together."
Sebastian smiles. "And what about you? What are you doing up at this late hour young lady?"
"Well dad if you must know I couldn't sleep. I was kind of hoping the exercise would wear me out."
I can think of much more entertaining way to wear you out baby, he thinks gazing down the front of her swimsuit. He stops himself from making a crude remark about her calling him daddy. Instead, he asks, "Mind if I keep you company? I'm not feeling too terribly tired myself at the moment."
She pushes off the ledge and replies airily, "It's your house."
Sebastian takes a seat in the old wheelchair his aunt used when she had physical therapy. He wheels it playfully towards the edge of the pool. "So, did you and Kathryn have fun at St. Amelia's this afternoon?"
He snickers, "I think you know the answer to that. That wasn't a very nice trick to play."
Those guileless blue eyes of hers flutter in innocence as she asks, "What do you mean?"
"Sweetheart don't bullshit a bullshit artist. Kathryn thinks you did it on purpose."
"Well, she's very paranoid."
"You're not wrong, but neither is she."
Sebastian pointedly stares her down until a light laugh escapes her lips and she shrugs, "You can't blame a girl for having a little fun."
He shakes his head and agrees, "No I suppose you can't, but I guess we had it coming. We haven't exactly made your stay here…welcoming."
"On the contrary you've been very welcoming, too welcoming in fact…"
He rolls his eyes, "Point taken. Well, I hope it hasn't all been too terribly taxing for you."
"Of course not, I've had fun for the most part." She swims to the side of the pool, hanging on the ledge. "I'm going to miss it when I leave."
"Leave?" he echoes. "Are you going somewhere?"
She turns her back on him, holding on to the edge of the pool as her legs float out in front of her. "Well, I did talk to my parent's friends in the city. They live on the Upper West Side and they invited me to stay with them for the rest of the summer. I think I'm going to take them up on it."
Suddenly seeing his prize vanish in front of his eyes, Sebastian exclaims, "You can't leave! You only just got here!"
Annette turns around and levels a dubious look at him. "Sebastian you're being melodramatic."
"Really? I'm not the one running away."
"I'm not running away," she sighs, "I just think it will be better for my…over all wellbeing if I have a change of scenery."
Well, that was some bullshit if ever he heard it. More like she didn't trust herself around them. Of course, he doesn't say this, knowing it will only cause her to deny it and storm out. Instead, he demands, "What about us?"
She shakes her head at him. "There is no us Sebastian."
He let's his mouth hang open dramatically, then clutches his chest before, staggering to his feet and falling forward into the pool, clothes and all. He sinks to the bottom, hanging out for a moment while Annette's echoey voice shrieks at him to knock it off. After a beat Sebastian pops back up and proclaims, "You see what you do to me?"
"You're such an idiot!" she cries, hitting him in the shoulder. "I can't believe you did that. You ruined your suit."
"It's fine, I have plenty of them." It's a four-thousand-dollar suit but it was worth it. Laughing he says, "You should have seen the look on your face."
Annette shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but he can tell she's trying not to smile. "Just so you know, all this charm of yours is wasted on me. You should really save it for a girl you actually have a shot with."
"Ouch," he drawls. "But I still choose you."
"Why, because I happen to be in your eyeline?"
"Possibly. Or maybe because you're uninterested. Mostly though, it's because you're smart, beautiful and call me on my shit."
As expected, she eats that shit up. Blushing she looks away briefly, trying to hide her smile before remarking, "A moment of honesty."
He shrugs. "It's been known to happen. Now how about you practice a little of what you preach."
"Excuse me?"
"What are you going to do with your parents boring old friends in the city?"
"They're not that old and they have a daughter around my age. She's in Italy right now but she'll be returning soon…"
He swims closer to her, closing the chasm between them. "You'll be bored in a week."
She scoffs, "You think you know me so well, but you really don't know me at all."
"I'm catching on."
He's close to her now, close enough their knees are touching, and her eyes are starting to glaze over as she stares at him. Sebastian places a hand at her waist then corners her against the pool wall. A surprised huff of air leaves her throat as he presses himself up close to her. "You know what I think? I think you want me to talk you out of going because deep down you don't really want to go."
"That's not true," she breathes.
"Ah baby, what did I tell you about bullshitting me? You don't want to go, admit it. You want to stay right here, with me."
Fury flashes in her eyes and he can tell she's getting ready to work herself up. "You smug son of a—" Before she can finish Sebastian cuts her off with a searing kiss. She's still at first, her small hands fist at his chest as if she's trying to dislodge him, but as he tauntingly works his mouth against hers, she soon gives in. She relaxes against him, her mouth yielding to his own. He cups her cheek and deepens the kiss, flicking his tongue against the roof of her mouth. The sweetest little whimper escapes her lips.
Sebastian breaks away just long enough to murmur, "Tell me I'm right."
"You're annoying," she mutters back, before wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling herself up a little to kiss him again. Sebastian presses her harder into the wall, he wants to grope at her luscious little body, but he's careful not to go too fast too soon and scare her off.
Between kisses he asks, "You're going to stay right?"
"I…" he can tell she's fighting some internal war within herself, one that he couldn't begin to understand. Why did girls insist on making things so complicated? After a beat she nods and whispers, "Yes, I-I'll stay."
He smiles, then runs a hand up the back of her leg and hikes her up, wrapping her leg around his waist. Annette gasps, those bright blue eyes of hers go wide in surprise as she no doubt feels his hard on nudging her where she wants it most.
That's right sweetheart, that's all Sebastian.
He half expects her to squirm away or put up some kind of protest. She surprises him by pulling him back into a kiss, opening her mouth, giving him access to tease her with his tongue. Sebastian kisses her slowly, deliberately, working his tongue against hers while gently rotating his hips. When she's distracted, he snakes a hand down and cups her full breast. God, her tits are nice, so lush and pillowy. Her nipples are hard little nubs against his eager fingers. He rubs her through her suit and then slips his hand underneath the strap. Annette snaps to attention pulling away.
"We shouldn't do this here," she pants.
"Oh? You want to go back to my room?"
"No!" she replies so quickly it makes him laugh. After a beat she laughs too. "This is so stupid," she mutters.
"But it's fun, isn't it?"
She smiles but doesn't reply. He likes her like this he decides. All relaxed and secretly horny. It was certainly a marked improvement over prissy and self-righteous. Suddenly Sebastian gets an idea. "Hey, you want to go to a party with me tomorrow?"
"But it's the fourth of July."
"Well yes, it's a fourth of July party," he teases. "I really don't want to go but it will be so much more tolerable if you're there."
Not to mention it will make Kathryn furious, especially since she'll be too busy tending to Sloan to interfere.
"Um, would this be a date?"
"Would you want it to be a date?"
She looks like she genuinely doesn't know how to answer that. Sebastian brushes his mouth against hers. "Say yes," he whispers. "Come with me, please?"
Annette nods, her mouth hovering over his as they share the same breath. "Yes."
"Yes," he repeats, before pulling her back into a kiss.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Sebastian has no delusions that's he going to nail his little virgin tonight. She's still far too skittish for that. However, she wasn't running away. She's wrapped around him, kissing him for all she's worth and she just agreed to a date with him.
God, he might just win this fucking bet after all.
And just like that, after a supremely shitty ass day, everything was suddenly looking up again.
Alright so she made out with him a little. Okay, maybe it was more than a little. Whatever, it was just kissing. It's not like they had anything resembling sex.
Not yet anyway.
There it is again, that stupid little voice in her head she thought she had banished. The one that sounds frighteningly like Kathryn. Annette shakes her head as if trying to dislodge it. God, she probably looks crazy, wandering around this big mansion in the middle of the night, in a bathing suit and robe, shaking her head. She really should get the hell out of there. She can't believe she agreed to stay. So much for staying strong. She lasted a whole nine hours before she caved and started making out with a boy who's trying to turn her virginity into a sporting event. She should have just left, no goodbyes, no nothing. Why did she have to open her mouth?
Because you wanted him to talk you out of it. You wanted him to ask you to stay. You wanted him…
But she didn't want him. Not at first anyway, but then he was so close to her and looking at her like he wanted to make a meal of her and when he kissed her, she wanted to tell him no, but her body had other ideas. And then he put his hands on her and oh god his hands. Those hands should be illegal. Sebastian started touching her and it was like her will power and common sense went clear out the window. To top it off, she agreed to go on a date with him. A date! It was like he put his tongue in her mouth and she lost her damn mind.
Then again, she thinks, maybe she could use this to her advantage. Annette hasn't forgotten about their gross little bet and her vow to get even. No matter how good a kisser Valmont is, that doesn't excuse his behavior and she still wants to see him, and his sister brought down. So maybe she could do it from the inside. What was that phrase? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Maybe if she gets him to let his guard down, she could get the dirt she needs to bring both of them down.
And if she has to make out with him a little so be it. What Trevor doesn't know can't hurt him.
God, listen to yourself Hargrove, you're just as bad as they are.
Annette is once again overcome with a weird mixture of guilt and excitement as she considers her next move. She also thinks about the vibrator hiding in her drawer. She knows she was going to quit it with that, but maybe one time wouldn't be so bad. For research…
Her body is practically humming with excitement as she enters her bedroom only to draw up short when she realizes she isn't alone. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Well good evening to you too." Kathryn is sitting at her vanity, wearing a long white negligee, fairly modest for her, but elegant, with her typical enigmatic smile.
"You just wander into my room like you own the place?"
"I do own the place," she reminds her.
"Funny, last time I checked this was Helen's house."
"And who do you think inherits it when the old bitch croaks?"
"You're awful," she huffs. Annette goes over to her bureau and pulls out her pajamas, in an effort to look busy. She also uses the opportunity to make sure her stolen items are still secure.
She can hear Kathryn approach her from behind. "You went for a midnight swim? You should have told me. I would have joined you."
Annette looks up and meets Kathryn's stare in the mirror. "I wanted to be alone."
"Aw, but we had so much fun the last time…"
She can feel her cheeks heat at the memory. Staring at Kathryn's taunting grin she suddenly feels very naked despite the long fluffy robe she's wearing. Irritated, she struts past her snapping, "What do you want Kathryn?"
"Oh, will you unclench. I just wanted to talk."
Annette of course doesn't buy a word of this. She takes a seat at the vanity and asks, "In the middle of the night?"
"I couldn't sleep, nor could you I suppose." She picks up the heavy metal brush, the one her grandmother left her and starts brushing Annette's hair. It feels oddly intimate. "Did you have a nice time with your parent's friends?"
"Yes, it was fine." She briefly considers telling her the same lie she told Sebastian about leaving for the city, just to see how she responds but thinks better of it, less the two compare notes. Instead, she asks with a small knowing smirk, "How was St. Amelia's?"
Kathryn meets her stare in the mirror. She's decidedly unamused. "I didn't appreciate your little joke."
Blinking at her innocently she simpers, "Oh, but I thought you loved volunteering?" Annette laughs, "No one held a gun to your head. Tell me, did you enjoy bed pan duty—ow!"
Kathryn tugs sharply on Annette's hair and hisses, "Don't fucking test me Dorothy."
She jerks the hairbrush out of her hand and spins around. "Or you'll what?"
"I just want to be friends," she says, somehow making it sound like an invitation and a threat.
"Bullshit." Getting to her feet, Annette is suddenly itching to put her in her place. "You have no interest in my friendship. Despite what you may think, I'm not an idiot. I know exactly what you're after."
"Oh?" That familiar predatory grin appears on her face as she taunts, "And what's that?"
They stare each other down for one long, agonizing beat. Annette is too embarrassed to get the accusation out which Kathryn is well aware of and it only makes her confidence more grating. She steps towards Annette who backs away until she pressed flush against the bathroom door. God, why did she keep letting these assholes corner her? Kathryn stands before her uncomfortably close. Her eyes drag up and down her body in a slow, deliberate leer before settling on her face. Moving in closer she whispers, "What's the matter, afraid to say the words?"
Annette can hear her heart hammering in her own chest. Swallowing around her nerves she tells her, "Sebastian warned me you'd try…something."
This makes her smile faintly. "Yeah, well Sebastian's never been good with competition."
"I'm not…like that," she argues lamely. In a firmer tone she states, "I'm not interested in girls."
Kathryn snickers at this, "Relax, if doesn't mean you're a dyke. Just curious." She slips a hand between her legs and slowly traces up her thigh. Annette softly gasps, rolling onto the balls of her feet. Kathryn's smile deepens. "Besides, how do you know until you try?"
"Kathryn…" She doesn't intend for it to come out all breathy like that, but she suddenly can't seem to form words.
"Besides, I think you like me. You like my attention."
When she feels her fingertips graze her sex, Annette snaps to attention and shoves her away. Kathryn laughs. "Oh, did I hit a nerve?"
"Fuck you," she spits out, panting for air. "I'm not interested Kathryn."
"Really? Cause from where I'm standing, you're dying for it. I barely touched your cunt and you're ready to jump out of your skin."
"Yeah, because I'm repulsed," she lies. "I have no interest in you Kathryn. Even if I was into girls like that, I would never be into you. You're amoral, manipulative, snob with an entirely too high opinion of yourself."
Kathryn crosses her arms to her chest as if bored. "Sticks and stones. I do believe the lady doth protest too much."
"God, you are such a cliché! You think just because you're beautiful, and rich and cloaked in your privilege, that you're entitled to anything you want. But not this time. Play all the head games you like, it won't work. You lose Kathryn. I don't want you."
"Careful Annette, you're starting to hurt my feelings."
"What feelings?"
"Oh Dorothy, you don't know who you're fucking with."
"I know I'm the only person you can't have, and it kills you."
Something flickers in her eyes at that, like she struck a nerve. Suddenly Kathryn charges forward, shoving her back into the door. She grabs her by the face and leans in close. "Silly little virgin, haven't you figured it out yet? There's nothing I can't have."
Before she even has a chance to process that, Kathryn pulls her forward into a kiss. Annette's so taken aback she barely reacts at first, going stiff in arms. She quickly realizes she should shove her off and she gives a half-hearted effort to do just that but then somehow, she finds herself, not giving in necessarily, but not fighting it either. It's so different than with Sebastian. Kathryn possesses the same confidence as him, the same effortless technique, but it's definitely different. She all soft where he was hard. Floral where he was spicy. Very distinctly female. To her horror, Annette realizes she likes it. A lot.
Just as quickly as she grabs her, she releases her, letting her slump back against the door. Annette can just imagine how she looks all flushed and wide eyed. Kathryn as always, is smug. Licking her lips she whispers, "See what I mean?"
"Get out," Annette murmurs.
"As you wish." Kathryn smiles as she turns to make her exit. She opens the door then pauses to throw out one last taunt. "Sweet dreams Dorothy."
Annette remains prone against the door a full minute after she leaves. She's still shaking but it's not out of fear or embarrassment. God help her, it's out of lust.
For Kathryn. A person she genuinely hates. Something is seriously wrong with her.
Sinking in defeat she opens the bottom drawer of her bureau. Well so much for my chastity and virtue, Annette thinks as she pulls out the vibrator. She was going to have to make a run to the drugstore tomorrow. Something tells her, she was going to need a lot more batteries.