With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 20:
You're Completely Pussy-Whipped
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
It's a lie of course. Annette's feeling anything but fine at the moment, but she's too distracted by her erratic thoughts to give Sebastian anything more than a flat answer. They walk through the busy Cony Island amusement park, the neon light looking garish and bright against the black night sky and the screams of delight coming from the nearby coaster are threatening to give her a migraine. Usually, Annette loves a carnival atmosphere, the sights, the sounds, the excitement, but now she just wishes to be somewhere quiet and alone to think. Even the sight of Sebastian clutching that large stuffed bear she won for him isn't making her laugh like it once was. She never should have taken that phone call from her parents.
"Okay, clearly you're not fine," Sebastian remarks, gently taking her by the arm. "What's going on? What did your parents say?"
Annette stares up at him, caught somewhere between anxiety and frustration. She knows she can't trust him, but at the same time he's the only person she can reasonably talk to about this. Not sure what to do but knowing she can't have this conversation on a busy midway, she turns and takes a seat on a nearby empty picnic table. Sebastian follows, sitting beside her.
"A writer for the New York Times called my parents looking for me. They want to do a follow up piece on the article I wrote, like an interview, about my beliefs."
Annette gives him a pointed look and Sebastian releases a long exhale. "I see and you're worried about them finding out that you're no longer a…"
"Yep. What the hell am I going to do?"
Sebastian shrugs, "Just tell them that you're not interested. Thanks for the offer, but you're too busy planning for the upcoming school year to be involved."
She shakes her head. "I can't, my parents are totally excited about this. They think it's a great opportunity and will look good on college applications. They aren't exactly wrong, but I mean, they don't know about…us." And she has no intention of them ever finding out about how she gave up her virginity to a boy she quasi detests all because she was horny and wanted to get the better of his psychotic sister. Not exactly what every parent hopes for their child.
"You haven't told them about us yet?" He has the gall to appear hurt.
"No, I haven't had the chance," she lies. "Plus, I want to talk to Trevor first and he's still backpacking in Europe. I haven't been able to get a hold of him."
"Okay, well, then I think you only have one option left: Lie."
Annette squirms at the suggestion. "I don't know if I can. I mean I may no longer be a virgin, but I still do believe in everything I talked about in my manifesto. I believe in waiting for love." Well mostly, kind of. She doesn't tell him what she's really afraid of, which is that she'll lie and when people eventually figure out that she's no longer a virgin she'll look like a hypocrite. God, this is a mess. She suddenly wished she never wrote that manifesto in the first place.
Her anxiety must be written all over her face because Sebastian, setting his bear down, takes her hand and tells her, "Hey, don't worry about it okay. There are ways around this. People do it all the time in interviews. You just have to talk around the questions. Give them an answer, without really giving them an answer, you know what I mean?"
"Not really."
"I'll prep you. Annette you are a good and honest person and that will come through. Besides, this isn't some kind of hit piece. I highly doubt they're looking to humiliate a teenage girl. Did they tell you who's writing it?"
Annette pulls out the slip of paper she scribbled the info her parents gave her on. "Um…Bianca Hart. Have you heard of her?"
"Shit," he mutters staring out at the passing crowd.
"I take it you know her?" And probably fucked her.
"Yeah," he sighs, before turning to her with a look of reassurance. "Look, Annette you have nothing to worry about. Bianca's great, very professional."
"How do you know here? My parents said something about her being a Pulitzer Prize winner." She can't for the life of her see Sebastian being involved with someone like that unless she did his homework for him. Also, she had to be quite a bit older than him. "Were you two…?"
"Briefly. Last summer, it was no big deal."
Annette expression falls. "Oh god, you didn't…she's not going to be looking for revenge, is she?" The last thing she needs is one of his cast offs looking to take out his abhorrent behavior on her.
Sebastian snickers at this. "Uh, no. Actually, she threw me over. I may have pathetically chased her around Europe for a couple weeks afterwards. Not my finest hour. Trust me, Bianca has no reason to go after you."
She nods, still not totally convinced. Despite his reassurances, Annette can't help but notice he still looks troubled. She wonders if he's having the same thought she is that Kathryn is involved in this. Their family has resources, it probably wouldn't take much effort on her part to get the New York Times to do her a favor. And if Bianca knows Sebastian it stands to reason she knows Kathryn…
"Sebastian, do you think it's possible Kathryn is behind this?"
He stares at her a beat, his expression blank before shaking his head, "I highly doubt it. I imagine the New York Times has more important things to do than the bidding of a teenage mean girl." Annette nods in agreement even though she doesn't feel it. "Hey, I have an idea. Let's have some fun and forget all about this, huh?"
She smiles despite her miserable mood. Up until her parent's phone call interrupted their evening, she had been having a good time. Vising Coney Island of course had been her idea, namely because she couldn't imagine Sebastian would ever willingly attend something as tacky as an amusement park. He called her bluff and took her, although clearly hating every minute of it. He spent the first hour there with his nose crinkled in distaste. Annette would be lying if she said she wasn't experiencing some schadenfreude from the whole situation.
"What did you have in mind?"
Sebastian grins and nods in the direction of the giant wooden rollercoaster looming over them. Sophisticated and snobby Sebastian Valmont on a roller coaster? This she had to see. "You're on."
Taking her hand, he leads her over. The wait in line is brief, during which he tries to loosen her up with stories about coming to Coney Island as a kid against his will by idiot nannies and how he would run and hide from them. "You were a terror even then," she laughs.
"That's what they get for dragging me here." Flashing a mischievous grin he adds, "Wait until you see what you get."
Annette's eyebrows raise at the ominous threat as the ride attendant leads them to their seat. Sebastian tucks in close to her as the safety bar comes over their lap. He settles a hand on her bare thigh and despite the seventy-five-degree weather she feels herself shiver. She really shouldn't have worn such a short skirt.
When the ride begins, starting the slow ascent up to the sky, Annette's anticipation begins to build, as that familiar feeling of nervousness settles in the put of her stomach. Then she feels it. Sebastian's hand slips further up her thigh until his fingers are grazing her panties. Annette gasps, her hand grabbing at his wrist. "Sebastian…w-what are you—"
"Just relax," he whispers against her ear. "And enjoy the ride."
She wants to argue further but then his fingers are teasing against her clit, lightly strumming her through her underwear. Suddenly any and all objections die on her tongue. Realizing no one can actually see them and that they are literally in the air, she decides to hell with it. Why the fuck not?
As if sensing her acquiescence (or more likely feeling how wet she is) Sebastian continues on, brushing aside her panties he slips two fingers inside of her. Excited, nervous giggles abound all around them as they slowly approach the top all the while Sebastian slowly finger fucks her. Still clutching his wrist, Annette begins humping his hand. The thrill of the roller coaster coupled with the fact that they were doing this in public only adds to his natural talents. "You're dripping all over the seat, sweetheart," he murmurs against her hear tauntingly. Annette clenches around him tighter by way of answer.
When they finally reach the top, hanging there for that long torturous moment, Annette doesn't even register her nerves she's engrossed with what he is doing to her. Sebastian's thumb begins rubbing circles against her clit, Annette whimpers but it's lost among all the screaming as the ride plummets down. That familiar feeling of her stomach dropping out from under her occurs simultaneously with her approaching orgasm. Her heart pounds wildly against her chest. Annette throws her head back, revealing in the sensations and the absolute freedom she felt in that moment.
Talk about a little death.
They whip around a corner, down a smaller hill before climbing once again. People are screaming all around her, everything is blurry save for the neon lights. She can feel Sebastian watching her as his hand speeds up, his thumb grinds against her harder. Annette rocks desperately against his hand. By the time they reach the top of the next plunge she's right on the edge. This time when they tip over and fall, she lets herself go completely, squeezing tightly around his digits and throwing her head back with a wail as her orgasm washes over her.
"Oh, god," she laughs, still shaking as the ride ends and they pull up to the exit.
Sebastian removes his hand and licks his fingers. "Feel better?" he asks, with a smug grin.
She nods blushing. "Yeah, much."
"Good. Let's hit up another ride." As he leads her off the coaster he laughs, "You should see what I can do on the teacups."
Sebastian returns later that night smelling like funnel cakes and the middle class. Ugh. Still clutching the giant bear Annette won for him, intent on a shower Sebastian enters his room and groans when he realizes he isn't alone. "Hello Kathryn," he drawls with barely concealed hostility. "Come on in, make yourself at home."
"Thanks, I will," she replies, not looking up from the magazine she's flipping through on his bed. Thankfully, she's fully dressed and not handcuffed to the bed this time. He's curious what she's up to.
Tossing his jacket and the bear aside, he strolls over to the wet bar for a scotch he's sure he's going to need to get through the ensuing conversation. "What do you want?" he asks.
Kathryn looks up from her magazine, an appraising look in her eyes. "How was your night?" Glancing over at the bear at the end of the bed she asks, "Where exactly did you two go anyway?"
"Coney Island. She insisted."
His stepsister looks at once stricken and bemused. Kathryn lets out a short laugh then frowns. "Ew."
"Indeed"
"You really are pussy whipped."
He frowns. "I'm in love."
"Same difference"
Tilting his head he examines her. "Kathryn what do you want?"
His stepsister, tosses her periodical aside and stretches out across the bed, allowing the slinky black dress she's wearing to ride teasingly up her thighs. Sebastian finds his gaze lingering where it shouldn't before he snaps back to attention. "I've come to put this silly fight of ours to rest. I don't want to argue with you any longer."
Sebastian cocks a disbelieving brow, "Is that so?"
"Uh huh," she nods, resting her head on her palm. "You're in love and I'm happy for you. I won't interfere anymore. You have my word."
He stares at her blankly a moment before letting his face break into a grin. "You're happy for me huh? Is that why you arranged for Bianca to interview Annette?"
She greets his accusation with a blank stare. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure, you don't." He then goes ahead and explains even though they both know she's behind it all. Sebastian strolls over to the bed and runs a finger down his stepsister's neck. "It seems the New York Times wants to interview Annette about her manifesto. According to her parents, who, interestingly enough, found out about all of this before Annette did, they are sending one of their star reporters. Bianca Hart."
Kathryn rolls onto her back and grins. "Bianca? Your old crush. You must be very excited to see her."
Sebastian bristles at the description. "She wasn't a crush. We were involved."
"Yes, until she dumped you and then you stalked her across three continents."
She's not wrong of course, but he still hates to be reminded of his less than stellar track record with the woman. He hasn't seen her in nearly a year, and he isn't particularly looking forward to it. Of course, Kathryn is well aware. "Whatever, that's in the past now. Annette is my future."
"Of course." Kathryn takes his hand that had been idling near her throat and slides it under her low-cut dress, resting it against her tit. The little tease isn't wearing a bra. Sebastian's cock twitches in need but he refrains from groping her the way he'd like. He doesn't release her though. "Have you told Dorothy about your past with Bianca."
"I gave her the cliff notes version."
"Is she nervous?"
"What would she have to be nervous about?"
"Everyone finding out that her manifesto is a sham, for one. I imagine it will break her poor parent's heart when they find out their virtuous little girl is no longer as pure as the driven snow—and that you were the one responsible."
"No one's going to find out anything I don't want them to know," he replies assuredly.
Kathryn's eyes flash malevolently. "We'll see. I can't wait to see her crash and burn and you right by her side."
Sebastian responds with a tight smile. Sliding his hand out from under her top, he slowly moves his hand up to wrap around her neck. He squeezes cutting off her air. "Listen to me you psychotic little slut," he drawls sounding almost bored as she struggles under him. "You are not to be here tomorrow afternoon when Bianca comes for the interview, understand? This will be difficult enough for her without you slithering around making things worse. I'm warning you, if this interview humiliates her in any way, I'm going to make life very tough for you sis." Clutching his hand Kathryn glares up at him mutinously. He admires her struggle. "Unless of course, there's something you want to confess, about your prince? We can end all of this unpleasantness right now if you like."
"Eat shit," she chokes out.
He snickers. "Stubborn to the end." Sebastian releases his hold on her and she shoves him back panting. "You're not going to win this time Kathryn, just give it up."
They both know those words aren't really in her vocabulary.
Turning his back on her, he fetches his drink. "Why do you have this?" she asks, holding the bear up by the ear.
"Annette won it for me, a token of her affection."
"How quaint."
Sebastian half expects her to start ripping the poor stuffed animal apart with her bare hands. He no way anticipates what she does next.
When Kathryn begins sliding her underwear off under her dress he asks, "What are you doing?"
She drags the large bear to the center of the bed and with a deviant grin she straddles its face. Clutching the stuffed animal in one hand she begins grinding against its face. Her head tilts back and she releases a theatrical, erotic moan. "Oh…god…"
Sebastian's mouth drops open as he watches the disturbing display. "W-what the hell are you doing?"
Kathryn looks up at him, with a lascivious grin. "You know how I get when you get rough with me," she purrs, running a finger down her neck that is already starting to show bruises. "It makes me so horny."
Yes, he's well aware, recalling their night together. The harder he fucked her, the wetter she got. The more he pulled her hair and slapped her ass, the more she asked for. He'd never been with someone who wanted it so bad, who was so relentlessly hungry to get off.
Sebastian knows he should kick her out and lock the door. However, he can't look away. It's so hot and fucked up. When she begins humping the toy harder and her dress slides up exposing her bare pussy lips grinding against the snout of the bear, his cock turns to stone making him shift against the desk uncomfortably. He fantasizes yanking that toy out from under her and giving her something more substantial to get off against.
"Oh…Teddy…" she cries, desperately groping her breast as her hips ride the bear harder. She starts to go wild on the damn thing, humping it so hard the bed rattles. "Fuck…yes…Tedddddddddddddddy…Teddy…I want it, please…fuck me Teddy…fuck meeeeeeee"
Kathryn throws her head back once again and releases a cry as she orgasms all over the stuffed bear, moaning her head off in the process. When she stops shaking, she dismounts, the bear's fur now wet and matted from her secretions. Taking it by the ear she gets off the bed and drops it unceremoniously at his feet with a smug grin.
"You're completely deranged," he breathlessly remarks, knowing it sounds more like a compliment than an insult.
"You do well to remember that" she replies, her hand ghosting tauntingly over his very prominent bulge. "Well, I'll leave you to the rest of your no doubt eventful night. I'm going to go find Dominic and see if he wants to play horsey.
Kathryn turns on her heel and struts to the door. Staring at the discarded stuffed animal he'll no doubt be jerking off to later he remarks lamely. "You're a fucking bitch."
She laughs. "Good luck tomorrow. I think you're going to need it!"
Bianca Hart might be the most beautiful woman Annette's ever seen in real life. Seriously. Annette's mouth nearly falls open when she introduces herself. She's actually kind of impressed Sebastian managed to land her.
In all honesty she had been expecting another blue eyed, blond hair debutante like Sloan. Instead, Bianca is older, by at least ten years and Filipino. As they stand in the afternoon sun making small talk, she hovers at least a foot over Annette. She has one of those bodies' women cut out of magazines and hang on their fridge as 'inspiration', the kind that's slender but toned, with ample curves in all the right places and wears clothes like a dream. Bianca is currently wearing something Annette could never hope to pull off, black baggy pants tucked into stiletto boots, an oversized tan blazer rolled up at the sleeves, with nothing but a black bralette underneath. By all accounts she should look ridiculous, unprofessional at worst. Instead, she's chic and effortlessly glamourous.
They are out in the orchard, among the fruit trees, with people buzzing around them with expensive camera equipment. The news outlet wants a picture to go along with the story and Bianca suggests they take it before the interview. She's filling her in on what they're looking for, but Annette's barely paying attention, distracted by the way she keeps running her hands through her long, thick luxurious black hair. "Um," Annette responds after she asks if she has any questions. "I don't really like getting my picture taken."
"No worries, it will only take a minute and if you don't like any of them, we won't use them." Sliding her aviators to the top of her head, she winks at her and smiles reassuringly. "It won't hurt, promise."
Annette smiles back, her gaze falling to her own pink sundress and matching cardigan. She feels ungainly and plain next to this stunning exotic woman, with her insane cheekbones and perfect olive skin. Her confidence isn't helped any when Sebastian suddenly arrives, looking ridiculously handsome in a charcoal suit. "Just came to wish you luck," he tells her. Despite the fact that he's wearing his signature shades, his gaze seems riveted to the reporter.
"Val!" she greets him, face lighting up as she leans in and kisses his cheek. "Handsome as ever."
Sebastian lets his hand linger at her waist as he drops his sunglasses down his nose and looks her over appreciatively. "Binks you're as…dangerous as ever."
"Watch it, I'm a respectable girl now," she tells him, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"So I've heard. Congrats on the Pulitzer."
Annette backs away as they catch up and flirt. She takes a seat under the trees, as the photographer and his assistants swarm around her, posing her how they want. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches the pair. It seems comical, she's the one getting her picture taken when they're the ones who look as if they belong in a magazine spread.
She's not jealous, honestly, more curious. It's kind of like observing animals at the zoo. There's no doubt they fucked at some point, it's obvious in their body language but Annette wonders about the dynamic. She thinks Sebastian might have been in love with her, which is weird enough to think about. Bianca is at least a decade older than him, impossibly glamourous, obviously intelligent, she could see even Sebastian not being able to resist that. Kathryn must despise her, Annette thinks acidly. That might explain why she seems to have made herself scares this afternoon.
The photographer takes her photo, guiding her this way and that. Annette tries to focus while he snaps away. After about fifteen minutes he seems to finish with her, thanking her, while his people bustle around. "How you doing?"
Sebastian arrives, taking a seat beside her on the stone bench. "I'm fine, a little anxious." She looks over to see Bianca on her phone. "She seems nice. I can't believe you dated her."
"Dated might be a strong word," he drawls. "People don't really date Bianca Hart. Well, except that Duke she married for a minute. Trust me, better men than me have tried to nail her down. Rockstars, movie stars, royalty, politician. I never really stood a chance."
"She's very beautiful and accomplished."
"Yeah, she's something of a legend among New York society. The papers were already covering her by the time she hit puberty. You know, dancing on table, carousing with celebrities. When she was sixteen, she went on tour with Prince as his 'muse'. Got on the cover of Vogue at eighteen. Attended Harvard, dropped out. Attended Stanford, dropped out. Dabbled in acting. Married a duke at 21, got it annulled. There was that international incident when she got caught messing around with that diplomat who killed his wife."
"She was the one who—"
"Yep. Got out of that scandal but the skin of her teeth. Went back to modeling for a minute. Then went to rehab. She came back to the states, started a successful skin care line that she sold off immediately when she got bored. She then decided to start writing."
"Cause why not?"
"Actually, her father was a second cousin or something of Hemmingway. Guess it's in the blood. She wrote a popular blog that got picked up by the Times. Within two years she won a Pulitzer for that article she did on sexual harassment in the music industry."
"Jesus," Annette breathes, her head spinning from all that. "And now she's going to interview me."
Sebastian's expression falls. "Shit, I shouldn't have told you any of that, should I? Look, despite all that, Bianca is actually very nice and down to earth. She's not trying to humiliate you. You have nothing to worry about."
She nods, trying to calm herself down. Recalling everything Sebastian told her about Bianca she laughs, "Wow, your sister must really hate her."
Sebastian kind of snorts but doesn't answer. Before she can ask him to elaborate, Bianca returns apologizing for the interruption. "Jordan said the photos came out beautifully. Are you ready to get started?" She takes a seat on the metal chair opposite her and pulls out a recorder. Shooting Sebastian a bemused look she asks, "You gonna stick around Val?"
"If Annette doesn't mind."
"No that's fine," she tells them. She's oddly grateful for his presence.
Bianca looks back and forth between them wordlessly and smiles, "Great, let's get started. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself Annette."
Well, that was nearly an unmitigated disaster or at least it would have been if it wasn't for Sebastian's quick thinking. He only hopes Annette sees it that way. She was really quiet after the interview commenced, brushing him aside to go call her parents. So technically he outed their relationship. What's the big deal? If he hadn't jumped in when he had, Bianca would have tripped her up into saying something much more damaging. Really, he's a hero.
It's with this thought, Sebastian heads down to the main parlor room, intent on a stiff drink. As he walks, he has his phone in his hand, his thumb hovering over his stepsister's name. He's going to text her, gloat about his victory only he enters the room surprised to find it occupied. Some of the crew from the shoot are buzzing around, gathering equipment, as Bianca stands in the center gazing at her phone. As always, Sebastian finds the wind knocked out of him when he looks at her. She's that ridiculously beautiful.
Like most guys his age, he had crushed hard on Bianca Hart through most of puberty. Even when he started landing chicks left and right, she still remained humbly very much out of his league. It wasn't until last year, during an event in the Hamptons when he ran into her looking like some kind of silver screen goddess, draped in white silk, and she charmed him over a bottle of Dom. Turns out, she did know who he was and been intrigued by his reputation, enough to give him an 'audition'. After passing with flying colors, they spent the following couple of weeks sweating up his sheets, and hers and pretty much any available surface in Manhattan. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. Bianca is notoriously fickle not to mention a decade older than him. She took off for parts unknown with barely a goodbye. Of course, he hadn't realized it until later that there were other factors involved.
Half in love and determined to win her back Sebastian followed after her. It took him weeks to track her down, eventually locating her in Naples, sunbathing topless on the beach and wrapped around his Cheshire grin wearing stepsister. Kathryn never could stand him having anything she didn't. His infatuation ended then and there. Well, for the most part.
Masking the slight thrill that shoots up his spine upon laying eyes on her again, he enters the room noting, "You're still here."
"We're just wrapping up." She taps a big burly guy handling some lights on the back as he brushes past Sebastian heading out of the room. "That was quite the performance you put on out there. I never took you for the gallant sort."
He snorts, before strolling over to the wet bar to fix them some drinks. Whiskey neat for her, a scotch on the rocks for him. "You didn't really give me a choice. Tell me, does the New York Times normally administer hymen checks to teenage girls?"
She rolls her eyes as she takes the drink, he offers her. "Don't be crude. I merely asked if she was still a virgin. A legitimate question given I'm interviewing her about her views on abstinence. Two months ago she declared in a national publication her intention to remain a virgin, now she's being photographed galivanting around town with one of Manhattan's most notorious fuckboys. I was just doing my job Val."
He highly doubts that. She walks her drink over to the sofa as the rest of the room clears out. "Anyway, I don't know what you're getting all bent out of shape about. You both handled in beautifully. You managed to talk completely around the question without giving a solid answer either way. Although, I don't think she appreciated your stepping in like that."
"She hasn't told her parents or anyone else about us yet."
"Well, the article won't run for another week. She has time." She finishes off her drink and sets it down. Stretching her arms out along the back of the sofa like she owns it she says, "Can I ask you something?"
"Off the record?"
Bianca snorts. "Of course. Are you really in love?"
Sebastian pauses, as if considering the question, only partially concerned she won't buy it when he answers, "I really am. Annette's unlike anyone I've ever met, she's beautiful and real and honest." Then with a pointed look he adds, "She doesn't deserve to be humiliated."
"You have nothing to worry about. I'll make sure she comes out looking good, although I'm afraid I can't omit your declaration of love. That's too good to lose."
"Fair enough." He knows despite the fact that she most likely was sent by Kathryn, Bianca isn't the hateful or vindictive sort. She also has better things to do than mess with the love life of teenagers. He hopes.
They spend the next hour drinking and catching up. The sun has gone down and the only source of light in the room in the small lamp on the bar. Sebastian knows he's wadding into dangerous territory, being this close to her in the semi dark, both of them a few drinks shy of tipsy. She's laughing, her tone warm and infectious, when her hand strays to his thigh he doesn't tense up like he knows he should.
"I missed you," she says coming out of a laugh.
"I doubt that. Bianca Hart doesn't look back." He knows exactly what he was to her. An itch to scratch, a curiosity to uncover, another notch in her infamous belt. It used to bother him, but Sebastian oddly doesn't mind anymore.
Her hand wanders a little further south as her eyes, narrow slightly. "You really going to hang it up? You're barely getting started babe. Imagine what kind of damage you can do in college. That's when girls really start getting experimental."
Sebastian's well aware and has every intention of taking advantage of that, but of course he can't let her know any of this, so he gives a solemn nod and proclaims, "I'm officially off the market doll."
"Even for me?"
He greets this question with a raised brow. "I thought you no longer fucked with high school boys. We're too clingy and require far too much work." She flung that particular insult at him on her way out the door.
"Never say never," she sing songs, before she slides into his lap in a straddle. The weight of her against his groin causes his prick to stir with immediate interest. Goddammit. Unwittingly his gaze falls to her d-cup titties that are all but, in his face, as she starts caressing his hair. "You could use a haircut," she tells him. "Remember that time I gave you one?"
"I remember you gave me half of one. We got distracted." He fucked her on the floor of the bathroom until she screamed herself hoarse.
"That's right," she replies, with a light laugh. "I still have scratch marks on my ass from that Italian tile."
Sebastian let's his mind drift back to that night and the night's that came after it, before remembering himself. Setting his hand on her waist in a bid to get her off, he tells her, "We shouldn't be doing this."
"You're right, but first I want to show you something."
He blinks in surprise when Bianca starts unfastening her pants. His brows crease, "What, is it another tattoo?"
"Better." She takes his hand and slips it down her pants. Sebastian immediately tenses but doesn't pull back. His eyes shoot to the door of the parlor. It's closed but not locked.
And fuck, she's not wearing panties. No surprise, Bianca never wears them. She used to lecture him about how women shouldn't wear underwear, how it's unhealthy for the vagina or something. Like he's going to put up an objection. Her cunt feels like silk under his fingertips, luxurious and expensive and very wet. There's also something else, something that wasn't there before.
"You pierced your pussy?" he says half awed, his gaze flying up to hers as he feels the thin metal ring against her clit.
"Yeah, I finally did it. Hurt like a mother fucker, but it feels incredible during sex." Bianca always threatened to do it, but she was terrified of needles. "Wanna give her a spin?"
He's already playing with it, tugging it between his thumb and index finger. She rocks against him, whimpering. Her grip in his hair tightens. Sebastian fantasizes going down on her, the rich taste of her pussy against his tongue as he sucks that little ring into his mouth. He imagines the sounds she makes and the way she gets all flushed as she runs her hands through her hair and starts to scream…
"You'll break in a week."
Fuck this.
"We're not doing this." Sebastian jerks his hand out from her pants then quickly maneuvers Bianca off his lap. Getting to his feet he runs a hand through his hair and releases a shaky laugh. "You almost had me."
Unbothered by his rejection, pants still undone, she leans back against the couch and sighs, "It's just sex Sebastian."
"Hardly."
"My god, you're completely pussy whipped and you're barely eighteen. How tragic."
Having had enough for one evening, he leans over the couch. However over her he says, "Give my sister a message for me. Tell her, better luck next time bitch."
"I…can't…believe…it didn't…work…fuckkkkkk."
Tossing her head back, Kathryn lets out a wail as she grinds hard against Bianca. Normally, scissoring really wasn't her thing. Too much work, not enough pay off. However, with the addition of the reporter's latest accessory, it's making for a much more worthwhile experience.
They are at Bianca's Tribeca high rise. Huge floor to ceiling windows outlining cadaverous echoey rooms, filled with expensive monochromatic furniture and oversized Herb Ritts photos. It's not Kathryn's taste, but she much prefers it to that walk-up in Bensonhurst she was slumming it in during her 'artist' faze last summer. She liked her place in Gramercy Park the best, all elegance and old money. Bianca said it was too suffocating. Kathryn thinks she's too flaky to stay still anywhere.
The metal canopy bed rattles against the wall as their grinding becomes more insistent. Bianca reaches across and grabs a handful of her ass, giving her some leverage to squirm against her harder. "He's says…he's in love," she pants. "Ah…shit…Maybe he's on the level."
"He's just trying…to mess with me." Kathryn growing frustrated by her lack of control, shoves the older girl back and climbs on top of her. Jerking Biancas knee up so she's nice and splayed, she straddles her, and rides her pussy. When her clit makes contact with that metal ring, she throws back her head and growls, "Oh, fuck. I love your stupid piercing."
She laughs, "I thought it was tacky?"
"It is, but on you it almost works."
"Still such a mouthy little bitch."
Kathryn rocks her hips harder, lost in the sensation. Her mind momentarily wanders to the last time she did something similar. "Oh god…fuck…teddy, teddy…." She throws back her head laughing at the memory.
"Who the fuck is Teddy?" Bianca asks mildly.
"Inside joke."
"Oh yeah? Does he fuck better than me?"
Kathryn lazily rolls her head back to look at her. Bianca is so insanely gorgeous, even sweaty with her makeup fucked off, that she would hate her if she didn't want her so bad. Grasping her by the face, Kathryn pulls her in for a messy kiss before taunting, "Maybe"
One elegant brow raises at that and then she's grabbing her tightly by the ass once again. Leaning down Bianca fastens her mouth to one of Kathryn's nipples and sucks. Hard. At the same time, she teases a finger against her anus before shoving it inside. Kathryn cries out, clutching her tightly as her orgasm shoots through her almost instantly. "Fuckkkkkkkkkk," she wails, shuddering and jerking against her.
Bianca pulls of her tit she a smug grin. "I win."
Kathryn shoves her back. "Asshole." Temporarily satiated she slumps back in the damp sheets only to grimace when she accidentally lands on a silicone dildo. Chucking it away irritably, she picks up their earlier conversation, "Did you really try with Sebastian?"
"Sweetheart," she sighs reaching for something on the nightside table. "Trust me, I did everything but hump his leg. The boy wasn't interested."
She highly doubts that. "He's coveted your pussy since puberty. If you can't break him, no one can."
"Why exactly do you need to break him?" Maneuvering herself back between her legs, the older woman empties out a small baggie of cocaine on Kathryn mound and uses a business card to cut it. Eyes flashing up at her she asks, "What's the deal between you two anyway?"
"The deal? My gold-digging mother decided to tie herself legally to his impotent alcoholic father."
"So, you two don't fuck?" she asks before snorting a line.
Kathryn effects a look of shock. "Bianca he's, my brother." Breaking into a grin she adds, "That would be perverse and wrong."
She snorts and rubs her nose. "When has that ever stopped you?"
"Sebastian isn't the issue. It's that girl."
"She seems pretty harmless to me."
"Don't be fooled, she knows way too much. I need to get rid of her before school starts up. She could really fuck things up for me."
"Oh, I didn't think anyone got the better of you."
"Not for long. This article you're writing, do you think you can turn it into a hit piece? You know, point out what a little hypocrite she is. New York society will eat her alive."
"Yeah, that's not happening."
"Why not?" she pouts. "We both know you adore me."
She snorts at this. "Baby, you're a manipulative little sociopath who happens to give great head. That's it."
"And you're a hot piece of ass whose somehow managed to turn manic pixie dream slut into her personal brand."
Bianca laughs loudly at that. "Kathryn, I'm not risking my reputation and integrity on your petty high school shit. The only reason I agreed to any of this is the first place was cause I owed you a favor. I have better things to do then screw around with some teenagers."
"Since when?"
She nips at her thigh causing Kathryn to jerk back and then yank her hair. "You want to play?"
"Maybe"
Bianca gruffly shoves her thighs apart then takes a deep lick of her pussy. Still sensitive from her orgasm she tries to squirm away, but Bianca holds her down. "You know," she remarks conversationally between licks. "I think you're overlooking one of your greatest assets."
"What's that?"
"You, idiot. As I recall, when you want to be, you can be very...persuasive. Why don't you show her the wonders of sapphic sex?"
Kathryn has of course thought of this. "I already tried. Sebastian beat me to her."
"I've never known you to give up so easily. Imagine the look on our dear Sebastian's face when he finds you face first in her pretty little muff. It's going to be hard to claim eternal love after that. Who knows, if you make her a full-fledged convert maybe she'll leave him."
Kathryn considers this. The idea had briefly floated through her head, but she dismissed, too preoccupied with breaking Sebastian. She realizes now that had been her problem. The best way to get at him was through little Dorothy. And she already knows she's curious about girls, she imagines it won't take much to get her to act on that curiosity.
A slow, lazy grin spreads across Kathryn's face. "Well Lois Lane, I do believe you proved useful after all. I think you've earned a reward."
Licking her wetness from her lips she asks, "Oh, what did you have in mind."
"Bring that beautiful pussy over here and I'll show you."