With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 13:

We've Done Some Pretty Fucked Up Shit in Our Time

Annette let's out a shriek and takes off running.

Her feet pound across the sand as water flies off her, carelessly ricocheting off irritated socialites and influencers. She pays it no mind, her only concern is the man in hot pursuit. Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder she sees him emerge from the surf wearing a malevolent grin. He charges after her. Her heart catches in her throat as she dodges past a ticktock star taking selfies and a couple making out in the sand. When she finally reaches the top of the beach, she throws herself onto her warm towel idling in the sand. Annette barely has a second to catch her breath, before her pursuer is lunging on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

"Give up?" Sebastian asks.

"Not a chance," she counters.

"Then you leave me no choice."

He tickles her till she begs for mercy.

"Stop! Stop!" Annette squeals, trying to squirm away. "No! Please!"

"Say you're sorry," Sebastian orders, tickling her harder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Tears are nearly prickling her eyes she's laughing so hard. "I'm sorry I pantsed you!"

He finally relents, but remains hovering over her, a hand on either side of her head and his knee between her splayed legs. Annette pants, staring up at him. She thinks he's going to kiss her, instead he teases with a cocky grin, "Baby if you wanted to see the goods all you had to do was ask."

She rolls her eyes, intending to shove him away but, remembering what she used to do to her cousins when they tried to roughhouse with her, she reaches up and pinches his nipple.

"Ow!" He rolls over beside her clutching his chest and laughing. "Shit, I didn't take you for the kinky sort, Hargrove."

"You're such a perv," she chuckles.

"Says the girl who just tweaked my nipple. You know, I think I ought a pay you back. Fair's, fair…"

He reaches for her chest, but she swats him easily away. "Nice try. You had it coming. That's what you get for pinching my ass in the water."

"It was the fish, I'm telling you!"

"Right," she laughs. "You know for a supposed master manipulator, you are a terrible liar."

His expression loses its playfulness, and he tells her sternly, "You take that back."

Annette laughs harder. She's about to toss back another insult when she notices they've caught the attention of a small gaggle of girls gathered under a nearby tent. Well, not so much as a tent as a beach compound. There are full deck chairs, a makeshift bar and two huge burly men standing guard. Annette recognizes one of the girls scowling at her as a very famous popstar.

"It appears we have an audience." She nods her head in their direction and Sebastian turns to look.

"Ugh, pay them no mind. They're just jealous."

"That set up is obscene."

"Welcome to the world of the rich and the worthless," he drawls, slipping his sunglasses back on.

"Do you know her?"

"Never seen her before in my life…except of course on cover of US Weekly."

The popstar with the long ponytail begins waving at them, "Hey Sebastian! Come here!"

He cringes and Annette raises her eyebrows pointedly at him. He shrugs, "Lucky guess?"

She wonders if he slept with her. Probably. Most definitely.

"You really are a bad liar," she snarks. "You can go over and say hi. I won't mind."

He shakes his head and turns away from the group. "I'm good right where I am."

She has to give him credit. He must really be committed to winning this bet to turn down a fawning Grammy winner for the likes of her. It would be flattering if it wasn't gross.

And yet, when he smiles at her like that and then moves in to kiss her, she doesn't push him away or tell him no. Rather, she cradles his cheek and leans into it, surprising herself by how hungry she is for him.

God, you're such a fucking hypocrite Hargrove.

When he pulls back, Annette has to swallow her whine of disappointment. "Are you having fun?" he asks.

Strangely enough she is. If you had told her a week ago, she'd be having the best day hanging out with Sebastian at some millionairesses house surrounded by celebrities and their gross hanger-ons, she would have said you were insane. But here she is, having a fabulous time, despite her brief detour in the bathroom which, while not fun was, uh, interesting, to say the least. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees Kathryn staring at her with that debauched, horny look on her face and she…

"Annette?" She blinks, realizing Sebastian is talking to her. He grins. "Where did you just go?"

You don't want to know. Actually, you probably do.

She shakes her head. "What did you say?"

"I asked, do you think I've earned a second date?"

She should tell him no. She's had fun, but she just wants to be friends. She has a boyfriend after all. Annette can feel the words on her tongue, but she can't get them out. Rather than give him an answer she reaches for him and tugs him back into a kiss. Sebastian of course doesn't object, kissing her back with equal fervor. He cradles her head as he guides her back onto the beach blanket while his tongue does that thing in her mouth that makes her temporarily forget her own name. His hand is on her leg now, it's inching up the inside of her thigh and she has no desire to stop him. Annette is so caught up in the moment she doesn't realize they have an audience until she hears the light laughter above them. "Well, isn't this sweet."

Sebastian stops kissing her and rolls to the side. Annette finds herself staring up at the same blonde girl who was fucking Kathryn as hour earlier. Oh shit.

"Hey Sloan," Sebastian greets her. Annette is close enough to him she can see him roll his eyes through his sunglasses. She pulls herself up, inwardly cringing about how this looks.

"Floppy bear!" she exclaims, bending down to give him an air kiss that he returns non-enthusiastically. "You look good."

"And you look flawless as ever," he drawls, his smile flat.

Studying them Annette can't tell if he's being sincere or not. He certainly seems vaguely annoyed by her presence. Then again, Sebastian seems to greet everyone with faint disdain, well anyone he isn't actively trying to sleep with that is. She's surprised Sloan didn't fall into that category given she is really beautiful and currently wearing only a tiny white bikini. Even Annette is trying not to ogle her.

The blonde's eyes shift to Annette and she smiles with an outstretched hand. "I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Sloan Porter."

"Annette Hargrove"

"Sloan is our hostess for this afternoon," Sebastian explains.

Annette feels like an idiot. Of course, it's her house. Who else would feel comfortable fucking someone like that is someone else's home? "Oh, your house is so beautiful. Thanks so much for having me."

"Think nothing of it. Any friend of Sebastian's…" she let's out a light laugh, letting that sentence hang there. Sebastian doesn't look amused. They stare each other down a beat before she abruptly turns her attention back on Annette. "Wait a minute, Hargrove? You're the new headmaster at Manchester's daughter?"

"Um, yeah."

"You wrote that article in Seventeen magazine, right? 'Why I plan to wait'."

Sebastian pulls a face. "Since when do you read Seventeen magazine?"

Ignoring him Annette answers, "Yeah, I wrote it."

"Wow." She slides her aviators on top of her head, revealing her bright blue eyes and Annette feels fairly confident she's about to level some snide or sarcastic passive aggressive comment. She surprises her by saying, "I'm impressed. It was so well written and articulate."

Annette blinks in surprise. "Thank you. That's so kind of you to say. Some people," she glances at Sebastian still remembering when he described it as appalling, "Haven't been as appreciative."

Sloan's gaze flickers to Sebastian and she says, "Well some people probably have an ulterior motive. Ignore them. It takes real balls to stand up for what you believe in and to speak about it so eloquently. Abstinence is an important topic. I wish everyone took it as seriously as you do."

Annette of course doesn't buy a word out of her mouth, having seen what she saw earlier between her and Kathryn. That said, she is still a better bullshitter than Kathryn. That must annoy the brunette something fierce.

Sebastian snorts. "Wow Sloan, I didn't know you were so into purity culture."

"I believe all women have the right to decide what they do with their bodies and shouldn't feel pressured to give into the twisted desires of spoiled, overindulged men," she replies sharply.

"Sloan Porter, feminist icon," she drawls sarcastically.

Ignoring him she turns back to Annette. "You know Adrienne Green, the features editor at the New York Times is here. I'd really like to introduce you to her. She was just talking the other day about doing a piece on modern teens and sexuality. Something tells me she'd love to interview you."

"Oh, um…that sounds amazing." And it would look amazing on a college application.

"Think nothing of it," she grins. "I have to go put in appearance with some of my guests, but I'll find you later and we'll talk. I have a feeling you and I are going to be great friends." Sloan looks back at Sebastian and her smile gets noticeably sharper. "See you later floppy bear."

They watch as she struts off down the beach and Annette tries to wrap her head around what just happened. Glancing over at Sebastian he seems deep in thought. "Floppy bear?" she echoes.

His scowl deepens and he growls, "Don't ask."

"So you two good friends?"

"I loathe the bitch."

"I couldn't tell," she laughs. She wonders if his hatred of Sloan is tied into Kathryn somehow. Curious for answers she remarks, "You know I saw her talking with your sister earlier."

"Hmm, that's not surprising. Sloan used to…mentor her."

Annette wasn't sure if mentor was a euphonism for something or not. "Do you think she was serious about introducing me the New York Times editor? Because something like that could—"

"No Annette, you can't."

Taken aback by his serious tone she asks, "Why, what's wrong?"

"Look, just do me a favor and stay away from Sloan, alright? She's a manipulative headcase and not to be trusted.

Annette snickers, "You just described Kathryn." And yourself.

He shakes his head. "Trust me, Kathryn looks like Mother Theresa compared to Sloan. I'm serious, the girl is deeply fucked in the head. Promise me you'll avoid her at all costs."

She's not sure what to make of this suddenly concerned Sebastian. She's couldn't tell if he is on the level or if he is just worried Sloan would out some terrible misdeed from his past. Either way, after having witnessed that scene between her and Kathryn she knew there was definitely some truth is what he was saying. Nodding she tells him, "Yeah, I promise. I'll keep my distance from her." Then to lighten the mood she adds, "Floppy bear."

Sebastian wraps an arm around her and drops a kiss on her mouth. "Never call me that again or I will kill you."

"Can I ask, if you hate her so much, why are we here?"

"Because nobody says no to Sloan." An unnamed emotion flickers across his face then and he smiles adding, "But not for very much longer."

"Meaning?"

He doesn't give her an answer. Sebastian climbs to his feet and pulls her up. "Come on, let's get back to the party."

Sebastian sits at the bar and waits for his prey. She doesn't keep him waiting long.

He's halfway into his scotch when Sloan appears still wearing that white bikini with the bright cover up, flagged by her two Great Danes, strutting through the party like it's her personal runway. She locks eyes with him and her mouth breaks into a shark like grin. Sebastian is pretending to be preoccupied with his phone when she swoops down on the barstool beside him. "We meet again floppy bear."

Eyes on his screen he drawls bored and over it, "You're aware no one actually calls me that anymore, right?"

She nudges his shoulder with her own. "Maybe I'll bring it back."

"And maybe you can suck a bag of dicks while you're at it. I hear you're good at that." Sebastian smiles tightly and slides from his stool to leave. "Later."

Sloan tugs him back and offers up a contrite expression. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not," he scoffs.

"Come on, have a drink with me. Let me make it up to you."

Sebastian gazes out at the party a beat before letting out a dramatic sigh of exaggeration. "Ugh, fine, whatever. Macallan, neat ."

"Same," she flashes a smile at the bartender before turning her attention back on him. "So, where's your little friend?"

"She's off chatting with Tina Brown." Sloan wasn't the only one with connections. That should keep her busy for the hour or so he needs.

"She seems very…" she lets the sentence hang there before landing on, "Sweet." She makes it sound like the worst insult.

"You'd be surprised. Don't let the wholesome window dressing fool you. Annette is nobody's fool."

"I take it she hasn't given it up yet."

He snorts. "Subtle as always Sloan. Has it occurred to you that maybe I actually like her? Annette is smart and kind and real."

"Real? God, next you'll be telling me she's a chill hang." She takes a swig of her scotch then shakes her head. "Your sister seems to think you're falling for her. I thought she was exaggerating, but after what I witnessed on the beach…"

Yes, he had set the perfect scene hadn't he. Sebastian had caught sight of Sloan from the water so he carefully orchestrated the ideal romantic moment, knowing it would intrigue her. After all, there was nothing Sloan loved more than destroying some else's happiness.

"Yeah, well, for once my hell spawn stepsister is right." Sebastian takes a swig of his drink as if he was gathering up the nerve to say something. "I think I'm in love with her."

"With a virgin from Kansas?" she huffs in disbelief.

"Trust me I didn't plan any of this," he tells her, making sure to keep a dopey lovesick grin on his face the whole time. "I mean she's absolutely the last person I thought I could ever feel this way towards. Honestly, I just wanted to nail her at first but the more I got to know her…" he trails off then looks up at her as if remembering himself. "Ah, never mind forget about it."

"No, tell me," she insists.

"It's like, being with her makes me want to be a better person. Everything I used to care about, status, power, even sex, it just seems trivial and pointless, you know?" Leaning in he lowers his voice revealing, "I mean I haven't even fucked anyone since I've met her. I haven't wanted to. I took this chick out last night, just to kind of test myself. She was beautiful, sexy as hell, but I couldn't even get it up. It's like I lost all interest in sex. Annette's not ready yet and that's fine. All I care about is making her happy."

"Wow," Sloan exclaims a smile breaking out on her face. "You are completely pussy whipped."

He rolls his eyes. "Go ahead, mock away. I know how ridiculous it sounds."

"No, it's nice. I'm happy for you," she lies. "It's just well, I have to admit I'm a little disappointed. I was kind of hoping I'd get to test out that reputation of yours."

Sebastian regards her with surprise. "Were you now? So, what, you just suddenly decide you want to fuck now that I'm in love with someone else?" He laughs, "Classic Sloan. Always want what you can't have."

That of course is the exact wrong thing to say to her. Or in his case the exact right thing. Her eyes flash with intent and he knows he's hooked her. "You forget who you're talking to Valmont." Sloan leans in close and slips a discreet hand onto his thigh. "Remember the ski trip? The hot tub? You wanted it so badly."

He removes her hand. "I remember the shit you pulled afterwards. You nearly ruined my fucking life."

The bitch actually attempts to look remorseful. "I'm sorry about that, but it was years ago. Besides, you can't tell me you aren't curious. I know I'm your white whale."

Sebastian wonders how she'd react if she found out his actual white whale was a petite brunette she used to order around like a servant. "Don't you have a boyfriend?" he asks.

She rolls her eyes, "Sure, but you know we have an arrangement. I allow him his strippers and conservative groupies and he lets me do what I want."

"So it's true love then?"

"It's an adult relationship. Anyway, I know you don't give a shit about Andrew." She rests her hands on his knees, "I think you really want to do this, but you're too chicken shit. You're afraid."

"Of what?"

"That you won't measure up. That I'll prove that reputation of yours is complete bullshit and you're just another amateur fuckboy." She's leaning into him now, one hand on his shoulder, the other toying with a button of his shirt. "Come on Valmont, don't you want to go out on top? If you really are going to hang it up for this girl, don't you want one last ride? And not just any ride, the ultimate ride."

He considers her a minute, his gaze falling from her pink lips to the swells of her breasts and back again. "I don't know. I don't think I can do that to her."

"Oh, come on, don't pussy out on me now." Leaning in she whispers against his ear, "Show me what you're made of floppy bear."

His jaw tightens at that name, and he knows she's trying to provoke a reaction. He takes a deep breath then stares out over the party. "How can I trust you'll keep your mouth shut?"

"Unlike some I don't fuck and tell." She straightens up, finishing her drink. "So, what's it going to be Sebastian, are you in or out? There are plenty of men here who would love a chance at what I'm offering you." When he just stares her down for a long beat she shrugs and slides off her stool. "Suit yourself."

He grabs her elbow. Rising to his feet he whispers against her ear, "Are you really everything they say?"

Sloan grins at this. "Baby, I'm the ride of your fucking life. Assuming of course you're up for the challenge. I have very specific tastes."

"I've heard the rumors. I know what you're into."

"Think you can keep up?"

Sebastian downs the rest of his drink and tells her, "Let's find out."

She flashes him a triumphant grin as she turns and leads him out of the party and up the back stairs. By the time they make it to her bedroom they're making out pretty heavily, all roving hands and thrusting tongues. He backs her against the wall outside her bedroom and presses himself into her, squeezing her shoulder just this side of too hard. She whimpers then pushes him away, eyes dazed and horny. "Save it for inside." The hall is completely empty and far from the party but she's paranoid enough to know this needs to be done behind closed doors. Good.

Sloan pushes past him and heads into her room. He's barely got the door closed and she's throwing off her swim cover up. "Show me what you got," she taunts, her body all but vibrating from excitement.

He slowly saunters up to her, unbuttoning his shirt as he approaches. He slips a hand around her and gently caresses his thumb to her cheek. "You're so beautiful," he marvels. "I can't wait to cover you in my cum."

She cocks one unimpressed brow. "You gotta do better than that."

Sebastian grins. You asked for it, baby.

Without warning, he grabs a fistful of her short hair and violently jerks her head back. Sloan gasps in surprise and he leans in. In a low, threatening tone he orders, "Shut. Up. Cunt."

"I'm sorry," she squeaks out wincing in pain.

"I care." He pushes her to the ground, all but guaranteeing she'll have bruises tomorrow. Still gripping her tightly with one hand, he uses the other to open his pants. "Now, I want you to put that whore mouth of yours to good use. Suck my cock good enough and maybe I won't choke you with it." Taking his hard dick in one hand he shoves it into her gapping mouth and laughs, "But I wouldn't count on it."

"When it comes to fucking, Sloan has certain appetites."

"If you tell me she's into baby talk or furry fucking, I'm out."

"No, nothing like that. When she's with women, Sloan like to dominate, but when she's with men she likes to be dominated."

"What, like leather and safe words?"

"No more like, 'choke on my fat cock you dumb slut'."

"You're fucking with me."

"Trust me I'm not. The more alpha the better. Don't be afraid to get a little rough. She eats that shit up."

"Well, well, well. Christmas has come early."

"You can't phone this in Sebastian. You have to be absolutely brutal. You up for that?"

"After what the bitch put me through, I'm more than up for it."

Sloan is gobbling down his cock now like it's her last goddamn meal, slurping and slobbering and sucking him into her throat. It's good, but he knows what's to come is even better. Grabbing another fistful of her hair he shoves her brutally down the length of his cock until her nose is in his pubes. She starts audibly chocking. Sebastian holds in her place and laughs, "How does it taste bitch?"

She looks up at him, eyes watering, mascara running. It's deeply satisfying. Keeping his grip on her head he begins to brutally throat fuck her, slamming himself in and out of her mouth as she struggles to keep up. Sebastian's fucked a throat or two in his day, but definitely never this hard. He's fairly certain he feels bile making its way up her throat. Jerking her off his length he shoves his balls in her mouth and barks, "Suck them. I feel your teeth and you'll regret it."

Immediately she begins sucking and lapping at his ball sack, groaning like she's starving for it all the while. Sebastian pulls out of her mouth, then taking his dick in his hand he slaps her with it across the face. "Are you enjoying this slut?"

"Y-yes," she stutters pathetically, tears in her eyes.

"You suck cock like a common street whore. Is that what they taught you at Yale? Or was that all Daddy?"

Her eyes narrow, "Fuck you," she spits, sounding like herself.

Sebastian yanks her by the hair again and tugs her up. "What was that slut?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she pants, wincing in pain. "I'll be good."

"Goddamn right you will." He rips off her flimsy white bikini top and gruffly squeezes her full breasts. "Huh, I always assumed your tits were fake. What a lovely surprise." He pinches her nipple hard, twisting it until she cries out. "Like that?"

"Ah, yes, please…"

"Please what?" he growls.

"Please…fuck me…I need it…"

"I don't give a shit what you need slag, but since you're here…"

Sebastian shoves her down on the bed, then grabs her by the throat. It scares him how much he's getting off on this. Playing the abusive alpha male isn't exactly his thing. Then again, there was probably no one he hated more than Sloan Porter. Getting the chance to humiliate and abuse her is some bucket level type shit.

Holding her down with one hand he rips off her bottoms with the other. She frantically rubs her drooling cunt. Sebastian pulls out the condom from his back pocket and rubbers up. "Beg for it."

"Please Sebastian, I need it…fuck me…give me that beautiful, fat cock…use me…degrade me…just give it to me…"

Hearing Sloan Porter beg like some low-level porn star was something else. Sebastian thought initially he might need some pharmaceutical aid to get through this, but he was hard as a rock. Huh.

He shoves inside her in one violent thrust sinking balls deep. Not bothering to wait until she's comfortable he begins hammering her right away, pounding into her so hard she begins sliding into the headboard. Sebastian smirks when he hears the sound of her skull slamming into the mahogany wood. Sloan doesn't seem to care. She claws at the sheets, screeching, begging for more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Give it to me, give it to me!" she chants, rubbing herself like crazy as he jackhammers into her like a man possessed.

Grabbing her around the throat again he chokes her and grunts, "Shut the fuck up."

He pounds her until he can feel his own orgasm approach. Having no intention of ending this so soon, he abruptly pulls out of her. Releasing her throat, he cruelly snipes, "Your cunt hole is too loose to make me cum."

"You want my ass?" she asks eagerly.

Sebastian slaps her side. "Get into position."

"Anal?"

"You know it. Our girl is a real anal whore. The dirtier the better."

"Takes one to know one? You did offer it up after all…"

"Fuck off"

"Oh, I plan to sis."

"Hold yourself open," he growls.

Sloan is quick to grab her ass cheeks and put herself on display. Sebastian takes a moment to admire her brownish rosette. Eyeing some lotion on the vanity he's about to grab it, but then thinks better of it. Instead, he spits on her a few times then nudges himself against her hole. Sloan whimpers. "I'm going to make this pretty ass of your gape," he taunts before pushing inside her with little thought to her comfort.

She's tight of course, but definitely not as tight as most. In fact, he practically sinks right in. He tufts out a laugh. "Someone's not an anal virgin."

Sloan makes a sort of deep guttural sound, her hands shaking from the effort to hold herself open. Sebastian takes a few initial shallow thrusts, before releasing the throttle. Gripping her hips, he begins to savagely fuck her ass harder than he's ever fucked anyone, including men. He slams her over and over, going nearly balls deep on every lunge. He half expects this to be the thing that finally breaks her, but no, the bitch eats it up, hungrily bucking her backside against him while rubbing frantically between her legs. She comes shrieking for more, harder, make it hurt, damnit!

Well, since she asked so nicely

Sebastian shoves her face first into the mattress, pinning her down with one hand while the other one slaps her ass hard enough to leave a nice pink palm print. "This what you want, cumbucket?"

"Yes," comes her mangled cry. "Yesssss."

He jackhammers inside her, slapping her again and again. "Enjoying that big cock up your ass, ripping you apart?"

"God yes."

"Gonna cum again?" When she cries her ascent he laughs, "Well too bad."

Sebastian abruptly pulls out of her, making her whine in despair. Paying her no mind, he grabs her by the hair again and drags her off the bed. "Get on your knees and suck my cock clean."

Sloan doesn't hesitate, scrambling off the bed, she immediately attacks his cock, sucking it down hungrily. He snickers. "Enjoy tasting your ass on my dick you nasty bitch?"

She nods enthusiastically, humming around his length as she slurps it down. Sebastian shakes his head in amazement. She truly was a twisted slut. If he didn't hate her so much, he might have admired her.

"I can't wait to cum on this bitches face."

"Hmm, that's a little pedestrian for her."

"Seriously?"

"She's more of a cum on the carpet and make her lick it up kind up slut."

"Jesus. Okay fine, but I at least want to spunk a little in her hair."

"Whatever gets you off."

When Sebastian feels that familiar tingling in his balls signaling his approach, he knows he doesn't have long. He has Sloan bent over, ass up and he's fucking her for all he's worth. They're both a mess of sweat and cum, having gone at it for nearly an hour in various positions. She's practically sobbing from exhaustion and he's about to drop himself, but not before he gets to the good part.

Jerking out of her now gapping asshole he grabs her once more by her hair and tugs her around to face him. Her once flawless make-up job has gone to hell in a handbasket, lipstick and mascara smeared all over her face. "Oh god, fuck…finally…" she whimpers in relief.

Sebastian chucks off the condom and then jerks off, beating his cock against her face before his balls start to draw up. With an angry roar he finally cums. The first shot hits her square in the eyes, two more in her sweaty blond hair. He empties the rest of his balls on the floor. Panting with exhaustion, he shoves her face to the carpet and barks, "Lick it up you little cumslut."

Just as expected, she does as she's told

"Now we come to the grand finale."

"Isn't coming the grand finale?"

"Not for Sloan. I have two words for you: Golden showers."

"And I have three words for you: No fucking way."

"Really? I thought you'd be into it."

"Believe it or not I do have limits and limit number one is urination as foreplay."

"Well, she'll be expecting it. What are you going to do?"

"I'll improvise."

"That was incredible," Sloan gasps rolling on her back. "I think you know what I want now."

Sebastian is standing over her sipping a bottle of water. He stares at her blankly and drawls, "Do I? What do you want Sloan?"

Staring up at him with her cum splattered face, squeezing her own tits like a needy little whore, she tells him, "I want you to piss on me."

He tilts his head thoughtfully. "You're really into that, huh?"

"Oh yeah"

"Then beg for it."

She doesn't hesitate. Rubbing herself frantically she pleads, "Please, give it to me, piss all over me Valmont. Get me all wet, please baby…treat me like the little gutter slut I am…"

Sebastian smiles faintly then orders, "Close your eyes."

Sloan does just that and he reaches for the bottle of nail polish remover from her vanity table. Standing over her Sebastian dumps the bottle out on her head. It doesn't take her long to realize it's not urine. "What the fuck?!" she shrieks scrambling to her knees. "Is that nail polish remover?!"

"Sorry slut puppy, but that mediocre fuck didn't earn you my piss."

Soaked and shaking with rage she screams, "You mother fucking asshole!"

He snorts, amused by her anger as he walks past her on the way to the bathroom. Over his shoulder he calls out, "Thanks for reminding me why I gave up screwing deranged sluts. See you around Sloan."

Fuck. She didn't think he had it in him.

Kathryn sinks back in the plush leather chair and crosses and uncrosses her legs for the fifth time in as many minutes. Eyes peeled to the laptop in front of her she rewatches the video footage of Sebastian and Sloan's fuck fest, hardly believing what she is seeing. She's not so much surprised at the level of her former mentor's depravity, although it is eye opening to see just how much she was into being degraded. It's Sebastian who is the real surprise. He was so brutal. So coarse. So very hot.

She once again shifts uncomfortably in her chair. The familiar pulse of desire gathers between her legs, taunting her with what she can't have. Her hand moves from the computer mouse to her knee. She runs two fingers up the inside of her leg, as she watches the image of Sebastian forcing his cock down Sloan's throat. She gazes at the locked office door and wonders if she has time…

Before she can give the thought any real consideration, the bathroom door opens, and Sebastian appears. He's damp from the shower with a towel riding low on his hips. Kathryn had nearly forgotten he was in there.

"You were in there long enough," she tells him, hand back on the laptop.

"I had to thoroughly clean the stench of deranged slut off me," he drawls. "Did you get it?"

"Oh yeah, it's all here." Kathryn looks up at him, letting her gaze slide up his chest before settling on his face. "How was it?"

Sebastian glances upwards as if searching for the correct adjective before landing on, "Bizarrely cathartic."

Kathryn leans back in the leather desk chair and holding her stepbrother's gaze, she runs a hand down the front of her low-cut top. "I must say," she purrs, "I'm very impressed."

Despite the fact that he just spent the better part of an hour fucking the shit out of someone else, Sebastian's eyes still glaze over in lust and he wets his lips. Slowly he saunters around the desk to stand over her. With a lazy smirk he drawls, "Did you get off on it you dirty bitch?"

"Maybe." Kathryn slips her foot between his legs and tugs him forward. Sebastian let's out a huff as he braces himself on the chair arms and leans over her. Kathryn cups his face and stifles a moan as he nuzzles her chest. "I must admit, I didn't think you were capable," she husks.

Sebastian places a kiss on her cleavage then tauntingly drags his tongue up her chest to her neck. He nips at her earlobe and whispers, "You always underestimate me."

"I'll have to work on that." She guides his mouth teasingly close to hers, so close they are sharing the same breath. Suddenly Kathryn is fantasizing giving in to him. It used to be she'd allow herself this indulgence every now and then. But lately, ever since they made that stupid bet, she can't stop thinking about it. It doesn't help matters that neither one of them has been able to keep their hands to themselves all summer. It's just that every time she's around him lately all she wants to do is dig her nails into him, tug him close, rub up against him…

Now she's thinking about it. Tugging him into that kiss. He'd return it of course and would likely not hesitate to take more. He'd lift her out of that chair and slam her on the desk, pawing her tits as she tugs his towel away. He'd impatiently remove her DVF jumpsuit, ripping it off until they're both bare ass naked. Then he'd shove himself inside her, stretching her so good and oh fuck, yes…

"This would be a good time to bring up my reward."

Oh right, the game.

Remembering herself, Kathryn pushes her stepbrother away. "Later," she tells him sharply, ignoring the very visible bump in his towel. "We still have work to do."

She turns her attention back to the computer. He sighs, "Where is she anyway?"

Kathryn checks her phone sitting beside her. "She's still in the guest room bathroom, most likely washing out the shit you dumped into her hair. Nice improvise by the way."

"Thank you." He runs her a finger down her neck, and she pointedly ignores him. "Do you have Annette in that find a friend app?"

"No, but I should. That girl keeps popping up in the most unexpected of locations."

"Meaning?"

"Little Dorothy accidentally got an eyeful of me and Sloan earlier."

In the computer monitor she can see his reflection break into a big grin. "Oh? And what exactly were you two ladies up to?"

"Just this." Kathryn hits play on the video taken earlier, and the screen fills with the image of Sloan fucking the shit out of her over the sofa. The older girl slaps her hard on the ass and Kathryn cries out and begs for her to shove a finger in her ass. She lets him get a nice taste before turning it off.

"Hey!" he protests. "It was just getting to the good part."

Sebastian tries to take control of the computer, but she swats him away. "Too bad, that's all you get. You'll have to use your imagination for the rest."

"Then why did you tape it?"

"Call it insurance. Just in case she manages to once again walk away scot-free, I want to make sure I have something to hold over her. There's no fucking way I'm playing her bitch for the rest of the year," she huffs.

"Well, in all fairness you did appear to be enjoying it," Sebastian snickers. Kathryn turns around and hits him in the arm. "Ow! What the hell are you looking for anyway?"

"I'm pretty sure she took a video when we were in Ibiza a couple of years ago. I want to see if she still has it." Kathryn searches around her computer files. Thankfully, Sloan hadn't bothered to change any of her passwords from when she gave them to Kathryn back when she was working as her favorite minion. When she finds a file simply marked '188' with a video in it, she smiles. "This must be it." She cues up the video and waits for it to screen some X-rated fun in the sun.

That is not what it shows.

They watch the video for a good thirty seconds before it dawns on them what they're seeing. When the realization hits her Kathryn is so horrified, she lets out a shriek and slams the computer closed. "Holy fuck!"

"What the hell?!"

The stepsiblings stare at each other in wide eyed shock. And then they burst out laughing.

"Oh my god!" Kathryn exclaims through laughter, "That is the most horrific thing I've ever seen."

"I'm never going to be able to wipe that from my memory," Sebastian remarks shaking his head. "Like ever."

"She really is a depraved psycho."

"Did you know she was into…that?"

Kathryn shoots him a look. "Do you think I'd let her near me if I did?"

"Fair point." Sebastian stares at the closed laptop then opens it. "Maybe it's not as bad as we think."

"You weirdo. You want to watch more of it?"

He levels a pointed look at her, "Don't you?"

She really doesn't, but she also knows this is far too good to ignore so she allows him to open the computer and they restart the video. They watch in slack mouthed horror as things get even more twisted. "Why the hell would she record this?" Sebastian asks in wonder.

"Because on top of being an amoral sociopath, she's also a narcissist." Kathryn looks away and winces. "She loves to watch herself on video."

"Jesus. This is illegal, right? It has to be."

"I would hope so." Sebastian shuts off the video and groans, "I think I need another shower. Several of them."

"Get in line."

He walks around the desk, deep in thought. "You really didn't know this was here?"

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "If I did, do you think I would have bother recruiting you? No. I thought I'd get video of her banging some cabana boys, not…this."

"So, what are we going to do with it?"

She snickers, wondering if that's a serious question. "What do you think we're going to do with it?"

Sebastian's eyebrows raise and he paces the length of the desk. "Alright, let's think about this."

"What's there to think about it? We leak this and all our problems are over." She scoffs, "There's no coming back from this."

"Exactly. Look, we've done some pretty fucked up shit in our time, but this…we leak that video, and it won't just destroy her, it will eviscerate her. I'm talking stint at Bellevue, reaching for the sleeping pills kind of end."

Kathryn can't believe what she's hearing. After everyone Sloan put him through, he's choosing now to get a conscious. "Are you actually saying you don't want to release it?"

"Oh hell no." Sebastian's expression breaks into a malicious grin, "We're most definitely leaking it."

She smiles. "You had me worried there. I thought you were going soft."

"Please," he huffs. "I just want us to be strategic about this. We need to find the optimal time and place to release it. We don't want it getting pulled before everyone has a chance to see it and it ends up just becoming another urban myth. She doesn't get to walk away this time. Sloan Porter's reign as everyone's favorite Upper East Side golden girl is about to come to a rather abrupt and severe end."

Leaning back in her seat she admires him from across the desk. Sebastian is never as sexy as when he's in full asshole mode. Running her tongue over her bottom lip she observes, "Have I ever told you how much I enjoy you like this—in control, unrelentingly cruel, barely dressed…"

He pauses and looks over at her, distantly amused. "Is it making you wet?"

"Maybe"

"Well put a pin in it, sis. We have an annihilation to plan for." He stares off in thought and tells her absently, "I can't believe I fucked that psycho for no reason."

"I wouldn't say that."

Gesturing to the computer he scoffs, "Don't you think this makes our little home-made tape look a little superfluous?"

"Not necessarily," she tells him airily. Kathryn pushes out of her seat as an idea begins to take form. Sauntering around the desk, she struts up to her stepbrother and runs her hands up his chest, once again unable to keep her hands to herself. Peering up at him through her lashes she asks, "Who says we can't use both?"

"Uh oh, I know that look." Sebastian wraps his arms around her waist and tugs her closer. "You're up to something."

Her bright green eyes flash with wicked intent and she purrs, "I want to have a little fun, brother dear. Toy with our food a bit, before we eat it."

His jaw tightens, his eyes darken with want. "Kind of like foreplay."

"Something like that. You game?"

He grins. "Always."