With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 19:

I'm Sick of Sleeping With these Insipid Manhattan Debutantes

There are few pleasures in life Sebastian enjoys as much as a morning blow job. Thus, when he awakens that morning to the familiar feeling of his dick being engulfed in a warm, wet, succulent mouth, he's quite pleased. When he groggily opens his eyes to find her person servicing him is none other than his tempestuous stepsister that pleasure turns to white hot desire. It's always been a secret fantasy of his to receive such a wake-up call from his dear sis. And fuck does she make a pretty picture. Mouth stretched wide as her throat contracts around him and those fierce green eyes of hers burning into his. He could get used to this.

Stretching and shifting he smiles lazily as he reaches out to caress her hair. "Good morning."

Kathryn pulls off of him with a wet pop. "Morning," she greets him, her voice raspy and sexy. "And here I was starting to think you'd sleep through this."

"You have my full permission to castrate me if I ever attempt such a thing again."

"I'll keep that in mind." She strokes him a few times and when his cock brushes her cheek his hips jump. Kathryn flashes him a filthy grin before guiding him back into her mouth. She slurps and licks and teases him, all the while her intent hungry gaze never leaves his. When she pulls off again to trace the thick vain underneath his cock, Sebastian tilts his head back into the pillow and groans. Fuck, he could live off this. Truly. He thinks if he was told this was the only sexual pleasure he could receive from here on out, he'd probably be fine with it. Then again, he'd hate to give up that pussy. Not to mention her ass, goddamn her ass…

He gets pulled back to reality when Kathryn begins sucking on his balls. Her wet, unrelenting little mouth is making the most obscene sounds and then she's moving lower. When her tongue starts teasing his perinium, Sebastian's thighs begin to shake. "Oh, you dirty little…I'm close…"

"Are you?" she asks, sounding amused and detached. "But what if I want to play some more?"

She dips even lower, her tongue flicking tauntingly over his anus. Sebastian whimpers and reaches out, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "Go ahead…I've always wanted to…finish on your face…ah fuck."

Kathryn pulls up, eyes narrowed as she quickly engulfs him. Well, apparently that isn't happening. Before he has a chance to brood over it, she begins deep throating him. Cheeks hollowed, she sucks him down to the root, jerking back and forth is a harsh rhythm that no high school girl would ever dare attempt. Then again, most high school girls aren't Kathryn Merteuil.

Sebastian gives into it and soon that familiar feeling begins to churn through his balls. Tightening his grip on her head, he lunges up twice, before finally releasing into her hungry mouth. He gasps out a curse and trembles against her before sagging back into the bed. Panting he watches through hazy eyes as she pulls off of him. Running his thumb over her swollen lips he demands, "Show me."

Kathryn cocks a brow but does as he asks, opening her mouth to show off a pool of cum on her tongue. He hums in approval. His stepsister then closes her mouth and sits up, surprising him when she leans in to kiss him. As soon as his mouth opens, he feels her tongue press inside and deposit his load back to him. It's not exactly appetizing, but there's something hot about it, that has his reaching for her, pulling her to him with renewed hunger.

When Sebastian's hand traces up her body and squeezes her breast, he's surprised at what he finds. Opening his eyes, he frowns at her chic maroon sheath dress. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes," he tells her, reaching around for the zipper.

Kathryn pulls back. Her expression is as inscrutable as ever, all traces of the wanton slut who woke him up with a porn-star level blow job and fed him his own cum, is completely gone. She is replaced by the impenetrable ice queen who delights in keeping his balls in her back pocket.

Sebastian scrutinizes her for a long moment, until he notices the many pieces of matching luggage lingering by the door. Of course.

"Going somewhere sis?"

"Prince Phillip is back in town. I'll be joining him in the city." Pulling out her compact, she fixes her mussed make-up. "Can you imagine what it will do for my reputation, if I walk into the Labor Day gala, with him on my arm. It will be all anyone can talk about for weeks."

Sebastian cocks an unimpressed eyebrow. "Will you be leaving me to my own devices?"

"You've never had a problem with that before," she counters.

"Yes, but you can't honestly expect me to taste filet mignon and then willingly go back to ground beef." Kathryn smiles faintly at the analogy. He slips a hand up her thigh. "We've barely scratched the surface of what I can do to you."

She turns away from her reflection and he sees desire pool in her eyes. He thinks he might be getting through to her, but then she abruptly shuts her compact and removes his hand. "Last night was a onetime deal. You and I were never meant to be more than that."

Drawing back from her he sulks, "Then what was with the wake-up call?"

She flashes him a flirty grin. "I wanted to give you something to remember me by."

More like she wanted to give him something he'd forever be tormented by. Always leave them wanting more. Despite her apparent cool indifference, he knows last night shook her up as much as it did him. "You'll never be able to walk away from this," he warns.

Kathryn gaze narrows briefly. "Sebastian, two cardsharps should never play at the same table. Last night was…" she lets the sentiment lay there as they both share a knowing look. "But we work better apart. It's too distracting otherwise."

He suspects this all amounts to her trying to regain the power balance between them. She wants him back on his leash but what his dear sister doesn't realize is he was never really on one. After last night, he has no desire to return to the status quo between them. However, since she doesn't appear to be willing to see reason, he'll just have to prove it to her.

"You'll be bored with your prince in a week," he tells her. "And when you do you'll come crawling back, begging for me to get you off."

She scoffs. "I wouldn't count on it."

"Care to make a wager then?"

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "No more wagers."

"Pussy."

His stepsister gets up from the bed and goes to the desk to retrieve her purse, speaking to him over her shoulder. "What are you going to do about the Hargrove girl?"

"I hadn't given it much thought," he sighs, reaching for his cigarettes.

"Of course, you haven't," she sighs, standing at the end of the bed. He flashes back to last night, remembering her standing there with her cunt on display and suddenly his dick stirs to life. Shit, that's a charming new development.

"Okay, so this is what you're going to do," she tells him, pulling him from his memories. "You're going to break it off with her, nothing too dramatic. Just tell her you're a fuck up who isn't ready for a relationship. Just enough heartbreak to send her fleeing to the city to stay with those friends of hers. Then, I need you to lay low. Maybe head to the south of France for the rest of summer or something. You can get your dick wet but try to contain yourself from causing any public scandals."

"I make no promises."

"You'll return in time for the gala where we'll release little Dorothy's homemade sex tape. By the end of the night, she'll be history and you dear brother will be a fucking legend."

"You've thought of everything."

"One of us has to. Now, I have to get going." Kathryn comes around to his side of the bed. She runs a hand through his hair then tugs his head back. Leaning down she teasingly flicks her tongue against his lips and grins. "Wish me luck."

"Happy hunting Kathryn."

She snickers at that familiar sentiment before turning on her heel and exiting the room. Sebastian watches her leave, his bored indifference soon giving way to quiet fury.

After this time his darling sister still thinks she calls the shots. For a while he was happy to let her believe that, but no longer. Sebastian has no intention of going to the south of France or anywhere else for that matter. He has a point to prove.

Stubbing out his cigarette, feeling newly invigorated, Sebastian rises from the bed and departs his sister's room, returning to his own. He hops in the shower and prepares for the day, all the while strategizing his next move. After he quickly dresses and heads downstairs, he conveniently runs into Vivien. "Where is she?" he demands.

"Your sister? She just left."

He shakes his head, "Not her."

"Oh. You're still on that one?" She shakes her head. "She went out for a run."

Vivien's saying something else, but he ignores her heading outside. As he has no desire to run in his Tom Ford trousers, Sebastian grabs one of the gulf carts and starts for the running trails that circle the back half of the property. It doesn't take long for him to locate her. Riding up alongside her he flashes his prettiest grin. "Need a lift?"

Annette removes one of her earbuds and shakes her head, still jogging. "I'm good, thanks."

He wonders if she's pissed at him. He did kind of blow her off after they fucked yesterday afternoon. "I'm sorry I haven't been around," he apologizes, "I got caught up with my father's bullshit. I'd like to make it up to you."

"That's not necessary Sebastian," she tells him. "I understand you have…commitments."

He thinks that's a weird way to put it but doesn't consider it too closely. He's too distracted by her hot little body clothed in skimpy running shorts and sports bra. "Come have breakfast with me."

"I've already had breakfast. Some of us get up before ten."

Sebastian drives the cart into the trail, forcing her to stop. He then gets out of the car and pulls her into a kiss. She's tense at first but soon melts against him. "Are you mad at me?"

"N-no," she stammers. "I just…it's been an intense couple of days. I guess I'm just…processing."

He nods as if he understands what she's going on about. "Well look, I don't want to pressure you into anything, but I'd love to spend the day with you. Just me and you."

"What about your sister?"

"Kathryn went back to the city. Aunt Helen is going on a retreat for the next week. We have the place to ourselves."

A smile tugs at her lips as her eyes light up with interest. "Oh really? Well, what did you have in mind?"

Pulling her in tighter, he flashes her a seductive grin and replies, "I have a few ideas…"

There's nothing Kathryn hates more than proving Sebastian right. A week into arriving back in Manhattan, and it appears her stepbrother's idiotic prophecy has come true. She's bored out of her fucking mind.

It doesn't start out that way of course. She reunites with Philip and finds him just as handsome, cultured and charming as she remembers. The week flies by in a whirlwind of gourmet meals, cocktail soirees and nights at the opera. It's all lovely and glamorous and Kathryn loves the prestige showing up on the arm of a prince brings her, but she'd be lying if she said it hadn't grown the tiniest bit restless.

While Philip could talk endlessly about history, wine and current events, he was also painfully good natured. She supposes this would be considered an attribute by most people, but as far as Kathryn is concerned it's most definitely not. Philip loathes to say anything bad about anyone and genuinely seems to care deeply about people. Yawn.

All his earnest decency and good manners she could deal with if it meant he was able to flip the switch in the bedroom. Unfortunately, this is not the case. As good looking as he is and as nice as his cock is (uncut, eight inches) it doesn't make up for the fact that he's chronically boring in bed.

The first time, Kathryn tries to pass it off as nerves or lack of experience. The second time, she thinks maybe her expectations are too high. However, by the third time, when she tries to take the reins and he politely refuses she realizes the truth of the situation. Philip is a lousy fuck.

It's missionary. Every. Single. Time. And not just that, but boring missionary. Slow and tedious, filled with soft petting and empty looks of love. She supposes a certain type of girl (Hargrove most likely) would get off on the romance of it all, how nice and respectful he is to her. It's safe to say Kathryn is most definitely not that girl. Is it so much to ask to give her a nice slap on the ass, some hairpulling, maybe call her a dirty slut?

But of course, dirty talk in out. So is cunnilingus and anything resembling kink. He lets her go down on him (surprise, surprise) but if she tries to get dirty, sucks a little too enthusiastically or makes herself gag, he frowns and swiftly retracts his cock. Who the hell has ever heard of a guy wanting a respectable blow job?

It's enough to make her lose her hard-on all together.

The only reason she's keeping up with this charade is because she refuses to let Sebastian be right. So, she decides for the time being anyway to wait it out. There has to be some special kink he's into, she just has to tap into his inner slut.

They are back at her place, making out in her alcove bed, half-dressed when Kathryn floats the idea of him taking her from behind. He pulls back and frows. "I don't think that's really my speed. After all, we aren't animals darling."

Heaven forbid.

Pretending to be chastened she replies, "Of course Philip, I don't know what I was thinking. It must have been the wine at dinner."

"Think nothing of it."

She then proceeds to roll over and let him have his boring ass way with her.

As always, the whole thing lasts fifteen minutes. Kathryn has actually started to time it. Five minutes of foreplay, which is just a lot of gentle rubbing before he slowly penetrates her. What follows is ten minutes of tedious humping with her making an occasional sound of (phony) pleasure before finally faking an orgasm. Philip then shoots off in a condom then lays on top of her.

Same thing. Every friggin time.

At least tonight, he has somewhere to be in the morning, so he won't be staying the night. Kathryn pretends to be upset about this but is secretly relieved. At least she has the option of getting herself off since he's clearly incapable.

Once Philip makes his exit, Kathryn tosses off her robe and lays out against the cool sheets, wearing only a satin camisole. She's reaching for her vibrator when her phone rings. Picking it up she groans when she sees the caller. Sebastian. The boy has good timing, she'll give him that.

"What do you want?" she greets him, with her usual dulcet purr.

"Well good evening to you too. By the sound of your greeting, I'm guessing things with prince white bread aren't going well."

She rolls her eyes, momentarily forgetting about her toy. "On the contrary, we're having an excellent time. Philip is refined and witty, cultured, well-mannered—"

"And you're bored out of your fucking mind," he laughs.

It annoys her to no end how well he knows her. Of course, she'd rather die than admit it.

"Hardly," she lies, grabbing for her crucifix idling on the ledge over her bed. "There's something novel about being with a man who isn't preoccupied with getting his dick sucked and can actually carry on a conversation that isn't about himself. Not to mention, he adores me."

"Yes, but you don't want to be adored, you want to be challenged."

"I want to be worshipped."

He scoffs. "Worship grows tedious. Remember that freshman, Bernardo something or other? He worshiped you straight into Bellevue."

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "Don't remind me. Sebastian, is there a reason you're calling me other than to stroll down memory lane?"

"How is he in bed?"

She knew he'd get around to asking sooner or later. "He's…" she hesitates briefly before lying through her teeth. "Incredible. Energetic, imaginative, with stamina for days. In fact, I spent most of yesterday laid up in bed, I was so sore from our night together."

Kathryn wonders if that was a bit of overkill when she's greeted by silence. When he speaks his tone is caustic as ever. "That's interesting, I talked to Sophie Hawkins, she apparently got to know him pretty well last summer in the Maldives. She told me he was such a dull lay she was in danger of falling asleep."

"Sophie Hawkins is a cheap whore. I'm sure the only thing in danger was Philips dick slipping out of her stretched out hole."

"Ouch, someone's defensive. So, is it true love then?"

"Don't be gross." Kathryn snorts a bump then rubs at her nose. "Where are you anyway?"

"I'm still at the estate. I got distracted by a little side project."

She assumes 'side project' is code for his latest conquest. "Oh? Anything you'd like to share with the class?"

"Not yet."

The drug starts making its way through her system, making everything a little sharper, including her horniness. Stretching out in bed, enjoying the way the silk sheets feel on her bare skin she coos, "Uh-oh, is someone feeling frustrated? What's the matter Sebastian, is your mystery girl not putting out?"

"Far from it, in fact she's quite the little sex kitten."

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "I'm happy for you."

"However, I must admit, while enthusiastic, she lacks your particular skill set." She hears him take a drag of something, likely a joint, "Then again, few women outside paid professionals, are as experienced as you."

"Fuck off," she sneers with little bite.

"I wish I could," he chuckles. "It's a shame you're so insistent about maintaining this separation. There are so many depraved things I wished to do to that tight little body of yours, sis."

Something about the way that word pops on his tongue makes her cunt clench with need. Running a hand down her chest, she rubs her finger absently over her nipple, already puckered against her satin chemise. Knowing she's treading on dangerous territory, she still can't resist provoking him. "Oh? What kind of things?"

"Well, I did have this particular fantasy in mind. It involved handcuffing you to the bed."

"How original," she snarks even though the idea gets her wet. Kathryn secretly loves being tied up.

"I'm not finished. You're handcuffed, and you're wearing nothing, but your Manchester cardigan and it hangs real low on your chest. Every time you move your tits are in danger of falling out and you're wearing these twin braids—"

"In what world would I ever—"

"This is my fantasy babe, go with it. Anyway, you're wearing these braids and knee socks of course, the perfect little schoolgirl slut and you can't stop squirming—"

"Cause I want it so bad?" she asks mockingly.

"No cause, I shoved a nice, fat vibrating butt plug up your tight little ass and you can't get any relief."

"I see," she says, her tone growing more husky as she runs a hand over her thighs. "And do you fuck me right away?"

"No, not yet. I enjoy watching you squirm against the mattress, soaking it with your juices. I turn the vibe up high and make you beg for relief."

"Sadist"

"You have no idea. I pull out my cock and I taunt you with it, rub it against that dripping, needy snatch of yours until you're all twitchy and whinny and then…I shove it into your mouth instead."

"Asshole," she snipes, even as she begins shimming out of her panties while her shaky hand dives into her cunt. "Do I suck you off?"

"You try, but this is my show remember. I grab you by those braids and I fuck your face. I shove all the way in till my balls are at your chin. You deep throat every inch."

"Do I gag?"

"Oh yeah, your eyes water too," he groans and she's fairly certain she hears his beating off on the other end. "But you take it like the hungry little cocksucker you are."

"I bet my tongue slips out, licks your sack."

"Fuck yeah. You're making the most lewd noises…"

"I'm moaning, it tastes so yummy." Kathryn clutches her cell in one hand while her other eagerly rubs at her swollen clit. "Do you cum down my throat?"

"Not a chance," he breathes, "We're just getting started. I pull out of your sucking mouth, and I grab you by the hips, spread those legs wide. You're so wet, your thighs are a mess. I lick it up with my tongue."

Now Kathryn is actually squirming, as she remembers how talented he is with his tongue. "Lick my clit," she pants.

"Yeah, you want it so bad, but I won't give it to you. I do tease your clenching hole a little before I pull back. I slip your legs over my shoulder, and I shove into your tight little pussy. Completely bare."

"Oh fuck," she gasps, remembering how amazing he felt. Hot and pulsating, stretching her so good.

"Now, you're double stuffed sis. I ask how it feels to have both of your tight little holes filled?"

"Sooo good," she answers, her hips lunging off the bed as she imagines it. She considers grabbing one of her plugs from her goodie drawer, but she's too lost in the fantasy to break it. "F-fuck me."

"Shit, I drill that slutty pussy of yours hard, slamming into you over and over as you yank on your cuffs. Fuck, you feel so good, so hot. I can feel the vibrator inside you. You're jerking so hard your titties are falling out of your sweater."

Kathryn frantically, grabs at her breast, squeezing and twerking her nipples as she eagerly humps her hand wishing to God, he was there to take care of her. "Sebastian…Sebastian make me cum…" she whines.

"I-I'm close," he pants, and she knows he's not talking about his fantasy.

"Touch me," she begs.

"I am, I reach down and rub at your needy clit, I pinch it and you buck against me harder…"

"Yes"

"And I pull out of you suddenly, grab you by the back of the head."

"You shove it back in my mouth?"

"No, not this time. I jerk off and cum all over your gorgeous face. It's everywhere. Your forehead, your hair, your nose, your eye. You're such a mess sis, such a slutty, beautiful mess. It's dripping off you face…"

"Shit…Sebastian…" she doesn't even do facials and yet the idea of him doing it, covering her with his cum, has her aching for it, for him…

"Kathryn…Kathryn…" he groans, before releasing a sort of choked gasp that she only faintly hears because the next thing she knows she's coming as well, fingers buried in her clenching cunt while her other hand rubs frantically at her clit. Her phone has fallen against the pillow momentarily forgotten.

It takes Kathryn a few minutes to come back to herself. She's laying, slumped on the bed, staring up at the ceiling panting lightly. When she hears her stepbrother's voice from far away. "Hey, you still there?"

Absently she reaches for the phone. "Yeah," she breathes into the receiver.

"I'm a mess," he laughs.

"Yeah, me too."

There's another long stretch of silence and then, "Kathryn?"

"What?"

"Come back to me."

So, it turns out Sebastian is actually a really good fake boyfriend—if you ignore all the rampant infidelity. Which of course, Annette is happy to do.

It's a bizarre week to say the least. When Sebastian began showering her with attention, she wasn't sure what to make of it. She just assumed after they last slept together that he would try to ghost her before making an exit. Then she heard from Vivien about Kathryn heading back to the city to chase after some prince and it all started to make a kind of sense. He is using her to lure Kathryn back into his orbit.

On one hand, she's offended that he wouldn't think twice about using her in such a way and it reinforces her belief that Sebastian is every bit as monstrous as his sister. But on the other, she'd be lying if she said she isn't enjoying herself. Despite his many character flaws, Sebastian is a good time.

Therefor Annette ignores the voice in her head screaming at her to kick him to the curb and plays along with the charade. It's a bizarre game to be sure, pretending to be in love with someone she half loathes. It's like being in a play she's never performed before, but somehow knows all her lines.

They go on dates. They have dinner at this quiet little bistro in town with the best risotto she's ever had. They go to the movies, old black and white films that play in a restored movie house they half watch between make-out sessions. He takes her to the city to shop for new school clothes. Annette tries on dresses she can't afford but he insists on buying her anyway. All the while he has one eye out the shop window as if he expects his stepsister to come waltzing past.

They fuck of course, and if Annette's being honest, this is a large reason she decides to stay in the first place. Sebastian is surprisingly tender with her, which she appreciates—at first. However, after the initial couple of days she keeps waiting for him to take her again like he did that afternoon in his bedroom. He never does, not even when she tries to get a little aggressive with him. It's like he's afraid to push her, likely fearing she'll take off and ruin his stupid little scheme.

The strange part is, as the days go on, Annette realizes she hopes his plan works. She too wants Kathryn to return. She doesn't miss the bitch, per say, but there is definitely an absence, a lack of a particular combustible element that she brings to the proceedings. Annette finds herself missing trading barbs with her and dodging her obnoxious overtures, despite the fact that it always annoyed her in the past. If she's missing her, she can just imagine what Sebastian's going through. On this they are comrades in arms, both silently holding their breath until she returns.

Luckily, she doesn't keep them waiting long.

It's a rainy Sunday afternoon, and she and Sebastian are holed up in the library. It's kind of cozy, there's a fire and they're cuddled up on the leather chesterfield. Annette is laying across his chest while Sebastian reads aloud a passage from Anna Karenina. When he miss pronounces Dmitrievich for the second time she teases him and he laughs and insists he's right. Underneath his obnoxious bravado, Sebastian is fiercely intelligent and one of the most well-read people she's ever met. She can name any book and he can pull a quote out of midair. That said, she enjoys teasing him immensely about his faux intellectualism. Of course, this leads to him tickling her which means they're making out not long after.

Things heat up almost immediately. She's on top of him, grinding against his burgeoning hard-on while his hands grope at her ass and hips, making her floral sundress slide up her thighs. Annette reaches between them and begins unfastening his pants, opening them just enough to sneak her hand inside. She wraps it around his thickening length and jerks him off. Sebastian pulls back from her mouth, and groans. "I hate to say it, but, uh, I don't have anything." When she stares at him blankly, he explains further, "A condom, I mean."

"Oh." She remembers when he fed her that line on their first night together. Annette wonders if he's toying with her again. "Do you wanna go upstairs?"

He groans again, tugging her closer as he nuzzles her neck. "But we're so cozy here."

She laughs, "Well we're not doing it without one." Unlike Kathryn that is one line she refuses to cross.

"I would never ask you to," he tells her, cupping her face he draws her back into a kiss. They begin making out again, her fist still wrapped around his girth. Annette can feel the desire pulsing persistently between her legs. Suddenly she gets a wicked idea.

Breaking from his mouth, she shifts on top of him, removing her panties. Sebastian watches her with increasingly widening eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Trying something," she replies, tugging his pants open further and removing his cock and balls. Straddling him, she takes his length in one hand and proceeds to rub it up and down her sex, pausing to grind the fat head of his cock against her clit.

"Clever girl," Sebastian grunts, rubbing his thumb across her mouth. Annette lets her mouth part and flicks her tongue over his digit. They share a heated look as they grind against each other harder. The room fills with the sound of thunder crackling in the distance and their gentle panting. It's not nearly as good as the real thing, but she's getting off on it none the less.

When Sebastian runs a hand down her chest and squeezes her breast she bucks harder against him, tossing her head back. "Fuck, you're sexy like this," he breathes. He moves his fingers back to her mouth and she sucks on them until his gaze darkens with lust.

In a flash of movement, Sebastian sits up abruptly and quickly maneuvers her onto her back, with him on top of her. For a brief moment she worries he's going to take her regardless of lack of protection. Her anxiety must be written on her face because he quickly assures her, "I'm not going inside you."

Tugging his jeans down his hips, he presses the length of his bare cock against her sex and then orders, "Squeeze your thighs together."

Annette does as asked, trapping his cock against her. Sebastian begins lunging forward, thrusting between the tight space she's created. She whimpers as the crown of his cock rubs against her sensitive clit on every stroke. Reaching around she grabs his ass and pulls him closer.

There's something so crude and vulgar about what they are doing. It's not romantic, he doesn't kiss her, in fact he barely looks at her. It's as if she could be anybody. The only objective is getting off. Annette finds it oddly arousing.

Sebastian ruts against her harder, grunting as he holds himself over her, while Annette squeezes him trying to guide him just so. She can feel her orgasm on the horizon when it happens. The library door opens, and Kathryn appears standing at the threshold. A look of surprise colors her face.

Funny, it isn't until that moment that she realizes Sebastian likely orchestrated this whole scene.

Still, even he seems caught unaware. His head swings in the direction of his stepsister and upon laying eyes on her he jerks his cock free of Annette and cums on her thighs. Thankfully their clothing hides most of their activities. She hopes.

"Kathryn," he grunts, tugging his pants up discreetly as he can. "Ever hear of knocking?"

"Why would I knock?" she asks, leaning up against the door jamb, arms crossed to her chest. "It's the fucking library."

He smiles sarcastically. "What are you doing here? I thought you were chasing after that prince. Don't tell me he grew tired with you already."

"Hardly. He had to fly to Geneva on family business. I came back to…escape the city heat," she explains vaguely, her gaze lingering briefly on Annette.

Sebastian opens his mouth, but he's interrupted when one of the maids appears behind Kathryn. "Mr. Valmont, you have a phone call in the parlor. It's your father, he says it's important."

He rolls his eyes. "Thank you."

The stepsiblings stare at one another for one long heated beat, like two jungle cats getting ready to pounce. It's Sebastian who finally breaks the spell, pulling up from Annette, who suddenly is no longer an afterthought. He makes a show of giving her a long lingering kiss and make no mistake, she's well aware he's putting on a performance. "I'll be right back," he promises, before taking his leave. Annette doesn't miss the way the back of his hand, brushes his sisters side on his way out of the room.

Kathryn remains prone against the door, staring at her blankly before slowly approaching. She pauses briefly to grab a few tissues from the shelf before coming to stand over her. She stares at Annette's exposed thighs that are dotted with cum then hands her the tissues, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You know, I was under the impression you left."

Cleaning herself up she huffs, "Oh, why's that?"

"I guess I expected better of you that to stick around to be my brothers cum rag."

Annette's head jerks up and she spits, "Watch it."

Kathryn is unfazed by her anger. "Did I hit a nerve?"

Swinging her legs over the side of the sofa she tells her, "You know I'm starting to suspect you are jealous."

"Of you?" she asks incredulously before having the nerve to look offended. "That's disgusting he's, my brother."

Yes, yes it is.

Annette lets her marinate in fear for a moment that she might be on to them before replying, "I meant jealous of him. You two always seem to covet what the other one has."

She seems to consider this, head tilted as she stares down at her. "I could have you if I wanted you. Unfortunately, I'm not really into sloppy seconds."

"You're disgusting," she huffs even though she feels a tingle down her spine sparing with her like this. Annette gets to her feet. "I'm going to go find my boyfriend. As always, it's been an absolute pleasure Kathryn."

Welcome home bitch.

Kathryn hates surprises.

Being an excellent chess player, she is used to anticipating her opponents every move. She doesn't react well to being caught unaware. Sebastian of course, damn well knows this. Needless to say, when she arrives back at the estate and finds him humping the milk maid, she is not amused.

Of course, she doesn't give him the satisfaction of a real reaction. Not that he sticks around long enough to notice. After he takes his phone call, Sebastian dips out and takes Dorothy with him. Kathryn briefly considers heading back to the city, before deciding against it. She came here to get laid and she fully intends to follow through on that plan.

Besides, he's clearly just doing this to get back at her for ditching him. Whatever. One blow job and he'll be back under her thumb where he belongs.

Kathryn decides to deliver a surprise of her own. Acting on the fantasy he so painstakingly detailed, she handcuffs herself to Sebastian's bed, wearing her Manchester cardigan, knee socks and nothing else. She even braids her hair. Thankfully he doesn't keep her waiting long and when he does arrive, he's blessedly alone.

Sebastian enters the room only to pause midstride when he spots her. It's almost worth getting trussed up in this ridiculous ensemble just to see the dumbfounded look on his face. He ogles her a long moment before regaining his composure. "Good evening, Kathryn," he drawls. "I see you've made yourself comfortable."

"I didn't think you'd mind. Where have you been?"

Edging closer to the bed he explains, "I took Annette out for a bite to eat in town. She was very upset after your little encounter. Something about you calling her my cum rag?" He shakes his head as he takes a seat on the bed. "That's a little vulgar even for you."

Kathryn spreads her legs giving him a nice view of her lack of panties. "And here I thought you liked vulgar."

Sebastian stares expressionless at her slick exposed cunt and replies flatly, "Things change."

He's wearing that blank, bored expression of his which she normally detests, but right now it is damn near infuriating seeing as she's laying there handcuffed and spread for his pleasure. He should be trying to ravage her, not discussing Annette fucking Hargrove. Something is up. "Speaking of Miss Seventeen magazine, I can't help but notice she's still here. Why? I thought we agreed you were going to end things with her."

"I agreed to no such thing," he sighs. "In case you've forgotten, I don't take orders from you. Annette is here because I want her here. I enjoy spending time with her. I enjoy fucking her."

"What, you've suddenly developed a hard on for vanilla sex?"

"I wouldn't expect you to understand."

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "Enough talking about her. It's boring." Flashing him her best sultry look she orders, "Come here."

Sebastian crawls over to her. Kneeling above her, with a one hand braced on the headboard, he traces two fingers down the slope of her neck and curve of her shoulder. "What's the matter Kathryn, was the studly prince not doing it for you anymore?"

"I just wanted a change of scenery is all and after your very vivid fantasy, how could I resist? Besides, isn't this what you wanted? Me tied up, helpless…with your cum dripping down my face?"

Sebastian's fingers pause on their descent down her arm and a brief flicker of arousal clouds his eyes. Reaching into his pants pocket, he removes something too small to see what it is. He leans in as if to kiss her but stops just short of her mouth. With a smirk he tells her, "Not anymore."

He pulls back and she realizes what he removed from her pants was the key to the handcuffs she left on the dresser, and he had pocketed without her realizing. Kathryn watches agape as he uncuffs her and then climbs off the bed. "What the fuck?" she demands. It's not eloquent but she's too pissed to care at the moment.

Still wearing that bored expression of his, Sebastian leans against his desk, arms crossed. "As entertaining as this has been, I need you to get lost. I have company arriving soon."

"So help me god, if you tell me it's the fucking headmaster's daughter—"

"Of course it is, who else?"

"What the hell is going on with you?"

"I would think it would be obvious." When she just stares at him, he rolls his eyes upwards. "I enjoy being with her, talking with her. Annette's unlike anyone I've ever met. She's smart, strong willed, and she honestly believe in all the shit she believes in. I feel different when I'm with her. I…I think I'm in love with her."

"What?"

Sebastian shakes his head. "It's patently ridiculous, I know. I certainly didn't plan this but the last couple of days, something's changed in me. She makes me laugh, she challenges me. Annette makes me what to be a better person, someone worthy of her."

Kathryn processes him for a quiet moment then proceeds to break into hysterical laughter. She laughs so hard she rolls over onto her back. "Oh my god!" she squeals through her glee, "You don't actually expect me to buy this horseshit, do you? I mean 'makes you want to be a better person'?"

"It's true"

"Oh really?" Rolling onto her stomach she challenges, "If you're so in love, then why did you call me up the other night for phone sex?"

"I was drunk, and I may have relayed a rambling story to you, but we certainly didn't have sex…or at least I didn't."

Now she knows he's full of shit. "Valmont, I think I know when you're jerking off by now."

"Kathryn, I merely called you that night to tell you that you were right to end things between us. It's not my fault if you decided to get yourself off during it."

Growing frustrated she sits up, huffing, "Don't even try to gaslit me asshole. You told me to come back to you, you said…" she trails off when the realization hits her about what's going on. "Oh my god. You set me up."

Sebastian smiles, smug and sinister, as if he's pleased that she's finally catching up. When he speaks his voice is laced with phony concern. "I'm so sorry Kathryn if there was some kind of miscommunication, but let me assure you, I'm very much in love with Annette."

The hell he was. The fucker set this whole scene up. He lured her back to the estate, so she'd find him fooling around with Hargrove. Then he waited for her to throw herself at him so he could reject her. Just like she rejected him. If this is all about turning the tables, why was he not crowing about his victory?

Kathryn gets up from the bed and stands before him, arms crossed. "What is this, what are you trying to prove?"

Sebastian's lazy gaze drifts down to wear her tits are threatening to break free of her cardigan. Tugging the fabric over her cleavage he asks, "So how are things with the prince? Everything you dreamed? Or was I right in my initial prediction that he's a boring lay who wouldn't challenge you?"

Oh Christ, so that's what this is all about. He wants her to admit he was right. Of all the petty nonsense…

Smiling knowingly, she lies, "Sorry to disappoint but things with Philip are excellent. He's as charming as he is well hung. As for your prediction on his sexual prowess, it was wrong, as per usual. Philip is the perfect lover. I imagine he could teach you a thing or two."

"Then why are you handcuffing yourself to my bed?"

"Momentary lapse of judgement," she spits. "Speaking of which, you better not pussy out on our plans for your little girlfriend. I need Annette destroyed before school starts."

She turns away, to gather her clothes, when he calls out, "Yeah, I won't be going through with that any longer."

Kathryn whips around. "Excuse me?"

"Well you can hardly expect me to betray the woman who has stolen my heart, can you?" He grins evilly.

"You asshole!" she snarls stalking back up to him. "That little bitch could ruin me! Fine, if you don't have the balls to do it, give me the video and I'll do it."

She makes a grab for his phone, but he shoves her off. "Sorry sis, I already deleted it."

"Mother fucker!"

Kathryn shoves him hard against the desk then goes to strike him. He grabs at her wrists and they tussle. Smirking he taunts, "Now, now that's not very lady like, is it?"

She's tempted to spit in his face but instead she decides to call his bluff. Kathryn launches her mouth at his, kissing him wantonly. To her utmost shock he shoves her away. "Sorry Kathryn, but I'm no longer interested. What can I say? I'm sick of sleeping with these insipid Manhattan debutantes and vulgar sluts. I plan on completely devoting myself to Annette."

"Oh please," she huffs. "You'll break in a week."

Sebastian flashes a grin, "I wouldn't count on it. I have exceptional will power when I choose to use it. Case in point, the fact that I have yet to strangle you after all these years."

Kathryn gather's her things. "Do you really want to start something with me?"

He shrugs, unbothered. "What else do we have to do in the country?"

"You're going to regret this."

"We'll see."

Kathryn turns to leave then pauses. Plucking her black lace panties out of the pile of clothes in her hand, she lays them across his bed and smirks. "Something to get you through those long nights of vanilla sex."

Sebastian swallows thickly staring at the gifted garment, but otherwise says nothing. She snickers and makes her exit.

As annoyed as she is that he fucked up her plans for Hargrove, Kathryn has to admit she's looking forward to fucking with Sebastian. You would think her darling brother would have realized by now that she's the completely wrong person to play a game of chicken with. Oh well, he'd learn soon enough. It's going to be an absolute pleasure breaking him down.

Kathryn already knows the perfect weapon to use against him. Actually, not only with this take out Sebastian but possibly little Dorothy as well. Pulling out her cell, Kathryn dials an old number.

"Hey it's me. I need a favor…"

"Enjoy in good health."

Sebastian grins as Blaine places the keys to his Singapore flat into his hand. He leans back against the second-floor deck of the Tuttle's Connecticut compound and admires the gold pot leaf fob attached to the key. "Thanks for not being a sore loser. It makes for a nice change."

So, okay he lied. When he confessed to Blaine that he and Kathryn finally did the deed he purposely left out the part about him coming on the first thrust, thus he won their bet. Not exactly ethical, but so what? It's not like Blaine wouldn't do the same in his position. Lucky for him, Tuttle and Kathryn are barely on speaking terms at the moment thanks to him hooking up with her date on prom night, so there's very little chance of her ratting him out.

"Speaking of which, I'm rather surprised her highness gave it up so easily. I thought for sure she'd make you walk through hot coals before letting you anywhere near her snatch."

"Trust me she tried, but the truth of the matter is, despite all her protesting, Kathryn wanted it just as badly as me."

Removing the joint tucked against his ear, Blaine pops it in his mouth, and lights up. "And yet, she cut you off the following day. Perhaps you're not as good at straight sex as you presume." Waggling his brows he teases, "Maybe you should consider going homo full time."

"Thanks for the advice, but I don't believe in limiting myself to one side of the buffet," he remarks dryly. "And I'm excellent in all aspects of sex. She only turned me down because she's trying to get me under her thumb. She'll learn soon enough that's not happening."

"Yeah, explain this to me again. What's this latest grudge match between you about?"

Blaine steps back into the house with Sebastian following behind. The air conditioning that greets them is a welcome reprieve from the ungodly heat outside. "It's simple. Kathryn refuses to admit that she was wrong about this idiot prince she's trying to land—"

"The one she dumped you for," Blaine supplies with a gleeful grin.

He levels a look at him but continues, "So until she does, I will be committing myself to Annette—exclusively." Removing the joint from his friends hand he takes a drag off of it and grins. "It will drive her nuts being rejected for someone she views as beneath her."

"But she knows you don't actually love this girl."

He shrugs, "It doesn't matter. The only thing Kathryn can't stand more than loosing it's being denied. It's only a matter of time before she breaks."

"If she doesn't break you first." Blaine shakes his head, "You heteros sure do love to make things complicated."

As he turns and heads back to his bedroom, Sebastian follows explaining, "It's foreplay Blaine, it's not that complicated."

"Whatever happened to some good old fashion dick sucking and clitty licking? Save yourself some aggravation."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. He's not surprised he doesn't get it. Although Blaine claims to love a good game or two, when it comes down to it all he's interested in is serving his base instincts. While Sebastian usually worships at that same alter, he also knows that a good mind fuck and a little psychological warfare can be just as exciting as physical stimulation. Especially if one's adversary is Kathryn Merteuil. Bringing Kathryn to heel will be just as satisfying as fucking her brains out.

Well, almost as satisfying.

They arrive at Blaine's bedroom but before letting him in he pauses at the door. "So, what happens if she doesn't break? Are you seriously going to spend senior year practicing monogamy with the headmaster's daughter? Hardly seems worth it to torpedo your whole reputation just to get one up on the ice queen."

"Oh, something tells me she'll break long before that becomes an issue and even if she doesn't, I have a plan B already in place."

"Well, that's good to hear. I'd hate to see a reputation such as yours be brought down in it's prime."

"Perish the thought."

They head into the bedroom only for Sebastian to come to a stop. There's a very buff, very hot twenty-something guy laying on his stomach naked with his hands secured behind his back and his ass up in the air. Sebastian greets the site with a raised eyebrow. "I wasn't aware you had company," he drawls. He's been there at least a half an hour.

Tossing off his robe the blonde grins. "Yes, I told Frederick if he's a good boy and behaves himself I'd give him a reward." Blaine caresses the man's ass then gives it a little spank. "I might be convinced to share him if you're so inclined."

Standing over the bed, Sebastian drinks in the taunt lines of the man's back and ass. Blaine's plaything turns his head to look at him, desire swimming in his eyes. He's fairly certain he recognizes him from a Prada billboard on second ave. Sebastian imagines fucking that tight ass as he sucks Blaine off or maybe they fuck his ass at the same time. He's always wanted to try that. Sex with Annette was nice, but he could do with some filthy fucking.

Then he remembers the detached, superior look on Kathryn's face when she left him and suddenly, he feels his resolve strengthening. He might be able to snow Tuttle when needed but Sebastian's never been able to fool Kathryn for very long. If he slips up now, he knows there's no way he'll be able to resist Kathryn when she corners him next time around.

Backing away from the bed, he heads towards the exit. "Tempting, but I'm going to have to pass. After all, I'm a one-woman man now."

As he takes his leave, an amused Blaine calls to his retreating back, "I give it a week!"