With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 22:
What's Up Your Ass?
"So, Sebastian, tell me about this girl of yours."
Sebastian looks up from his eggs benedict and regards his father with his typical aggrieved indifference. They're newly arrived at the estate, having brunch out on the terrace, just the three of them and the surrounding servants. Still rocking a hangover from the night before, he's in no mood for the ensuing conversation. He just wants to be left alone to drown in his bottomless mimosa. Was that too much to ask?
He manages to summon a bored, "Pardon?"
"Your sister tells me you've got a new girl, Alice or Andrea something or other. She says it's pretty serious, that you've actually committed to this girl. Naturally, I asked if you were suffering from a brain injury of some kind."
Looking across the table into the grinning face of his diabolical stepsister, Sebastian has to suppress the violent urge to reach across the way and strangle her. Meddlesome bitch. The last thing he wants to do is introduce his father to the girl he's currently scamming on. For one, Edward Valmont is an irresponsible flirt (like father like son) and is bound to say something wildly inappropriate to her. Second, as he plans to get rid of Annette hopefully within the next couple weeks (or whenever Kathryn finally breaks) he doesn't want his father thinking this relationship meant he was settling down and therefor start developing expectations for him. Heaven forbid.
However, seeing as they are all staying there for the long weekend, he knows he'll have to introduce them eventually. Mine as well get ahead of it. With a reluctant sigh he says, "No father I am not suffering from any kind of head trauma. I am seeing someone. Her name is Annette Hargrove. You'll meet her later."
"Is she still not feeling well?" Kathryn asks, all faux concern.
"She's fine," he bites out. He assumes. When they arrived early that morning, he went right to Annette's room, only she wouldn't answer the door. He wasn't sure if she was still embarrassed or just sleeping.
"Wait, so you're really serious about this girl?" his father asks, genuinely perplexed.
"I'll say," Kathryn pipes in, "He's even used the l-word."
"Lesbian?"
"Love daddy."
"Get out!"
"Why is that so astounding?" Sebastian scoffs
"Forgive me son, I just find this all a little perplexing. A month ago, I was getting complaints about you posting nudie pictures of your therapist's daughter online and now you're in love?"
"Well, it happened…kind of suddenly, but we're really very happy."
"That's great Sebastian." Turning to Kathryn he stage whispers, "What's wrong with her?"
For Christ's sake.
"She's very…" Kathryn looks upwards as if searching for the right word before settling on, "Wholesome. She's from Kansas, so you know very salt of the earth, corn-fed type. Pretty, in a middle-class sort of way." As Kathryn's speaking, Sebastian suddenly feels something brush against his leg. At first, he thinks it's that stray cat that's always loitering about but when the feeling persists up his leg, he realizes the culprit is an evil pussy alright, just not the four-legged kind. Fucking Kathryn. When he feels her stocking clad foot nudge against his inner thigh, he jerks against the table in surprise. Goddammit.
"She's also the new headmaster's daughter so as you can imagine she's very studious."
"Oh god," his father groans, "She's not one of those holy rollers, is she?"
"No," he grits out, "Annette's nothing like that."
"Didn't you two go to church yesterday?" Kathryn asks, all wide-eyed curiosity while her foot teasingly presses against his cock. "Anyway, she also wrote an article for Seventeen magazine about saving herself for marriage. It was very sweet."
His father looks far from impressed. Actually, he looks suspicious. "Please tell me you're not running some game on the headmaster's daughter. This is your senior year Sebastian, you cannot afford to get kicked out."
For a man who's elevated lax parenting to an artform, Edward's surprisingly astute. "Dad, I'm not running anything. I'm honesty in love with her."
"You're in love? With some goody-goody virginal priss from the Midwest? Yeah, I don't think so kid. People don't change overnight. So, what's the ploy, you trying to get in her panties before the semester starts?"
"Yeah Sebastian," Kathryn pipes in with a wickedly sinister smile. "What exactly are your intentions towards Annette?"
Her toes are now tauntingly stroking against his cock. Fuck, is she crazy? His father is right there. Sebastian of course already knows the answer to this. The psychotic little slut is getting off on it. The sick part is, so is he. His cock is already starting to stiffen against her attentions.
Sebastian is torn between jumping out of his seat to get the hell out of there or arching into her touch. Since the former would make him look like a pussy and the latter would only encourage her further, he goes with a third option. Give it right back to her. At least verbally.
Smiling pleasantly, he replies, "I love Annette and I have every intention of continuing a meaningful relationship with her. Speaking of relationships sis," Sebastian takes a chug of his mimosa before serving up his own sinister grin as he volleys back, "How are you doing with the breakup? I know they can be difficult. Just so you know, we're all here for you."
Kathryn's expression falls and her gaze narrows. Suck it bitch.
"Breakup?" Edward asks suddenly alarmed. "Oh no, don't tell me you and Court? I was supposed to play golf with Garrett this weekend," he groans, referring to his six-month bromance with Court's father.
"We decided it was best if we take some time apart," Kathryn replies diplomatically.
Sebastian is less delicate. "He dumped her for Bunny Caldwell's semi-retarded virgin daughter."
It probably isn't a smart idea to taunt her when her foot is so close to his balls. Luckily, he knows his stepsister well enough that when she does attempt to crush his favorite appendage, he anticipates it, grabbing her heel before she can do any permanent damage. Meeting her furious stare across the table, he gives a little shake of his head.
"He dumped you?" his father echoes incredulously. "That fucking moron! Who does he think he is? You're the most beautiful, accomplished girl in all of Manhattan."
Sebastian rolls his eyes up to the sky. "So much for your enduring friendship with Garrett Reynolds."
"Fuck Garret, he cheats anyway and if I ever get my hands on that son of a bitch, he calls his son…I'll tell you I never liked that kid. A smug little suck up."
"Daddy it's okay," Kathryn interrupts his rant. "I'm fine really and besides I'm seeing someone else now. Prince Philip of Austria. We met at the Whitney benefit last month. He's very smart and a real gentleman."
"A prince? Well now that's what I call one hell of a rebound. I can't wait to meet him."
"Well, you won't have to wait long. He's coming tomorrow and staying the weekend for the hunt. As for Court, something tells me his little fling isn't going to last long." Her red lips curl up in an ominous smile. "I've already taken appropriate measures against the Caldwell girl."
Edward nods in approval. "Now you see, this is what I'm talking about Sebastian. Life gave your sister a tough break and not only does she bounce back, but she comes back better than ever. I'm sure Court Reynolds will rue the day he ever hurt you."
Sebastian just shakes his head in disbelief. You would think after years of this he'd be immune to his father's devotion to Kathryn. The man knows full well she's Satan incarnate and instead of finding it horrifying, chooses to be charmed by it.
"You know me daddy, one way or another," she smiles suggestively across the table at Sebastian while her foot resumes teasing him, "I always get what I want."
"That's my girl."
As Edward proceeds to wax on about some duchess he knew from Austria in his youth, the stepsiblings tune him out in favor of eye fucking one another across the table. Sebastian hates himself a little bit for it and wishes he could be more immune to her, but as soon as Kathryn starts teasing him, he begins picturing how they left things last night and oh fuck, if his father didn't have the worst goddamn timing. She was so ready for it. That tight little ass of hers already stretched and waiting. Fuck, if she doesn't stop doing that thing with her toes he's going to—
"Son are you okay, you look like you're going to pass out?"
Get it together asshole. "Yeah, um I'm fine."
"Maybe it's something you ate?" Kathryn suggests sweetly as her foot speeds up bringing him closer to the edge.
He winces again. "Maybe."
"Well, hello Valmont family!"
Sebastian does a double take when Bianca suddenly comes strolling out onto the terrace. Oh, what the fuck? As always, she's impossibly beautiful and effortlessly chic in a mini t-shirt dress and oversized belt. She's also the last person he wants to see.
"What are you doing here?" he asks in lieu of a greeting
"I invited her for the weekend," Kathryn chirps before leaning in to air kiss her former lover.
"Of course, you did," Sebastian mutters under his breath.
"Nice to see you too Val," She comes over to greet him with a hug, her gaze falling to his lap where Kathryn's foot is still nuzzling his crotch. Bianca smirks. "Don't get up, you look comfy. By the way you left your cig case at my place yesterday." She slips the gold-plated case into his shirt pocket. It doesn't go unnoticed by Kathryn who's expression flashes with interest. Shit
He wants to tell her that she's mistaken, they didn't see each other yesterday, but Bianca is already moving on to greet his father. Not surprisingly the old perv greets her with a bear hug and a tap on the ass, complimenting her on her latest write up in the Times. Sebastian's gaze falls to his stepsister who looks entirely too smug and not just because she literally has her heel on his nuts.
"Well, kids I'd love to stay, but I got to run some errands. Kathryn, I'm thinking of picking up a gift for your mother at Cartier, why don't you come and pick out something for yourself. You know, something to impress your prince with."
Ever the spoiled princess she happily agrees. "What a great idea daddy!"
Forgetting all about his situation, she jumps out of her chair and follows after his father into the house, but not before tossing a quick look over her shoulder at Bianca. "We'll catch up later Binks."
As they watch them depart Bianca cocks a brow, "Daddy? They're not…?"
"God no, she's just playing the long con to get into the will," he grumbles. "Thanks a lot, by the way. What happened to keeping out little rendezvous quiet?"
"I forgot. Besides," she shoots a glance at his still visible hardon and smirks, "I was kind of under the impression you two had kissed and made up."
"Not a fucking chance. She just gets off on torturing me."
"And you don't?" Giggling, she slides into Kathryn's seat and loads up a plate full of fatty carbs. Being Bianca, she can give a shit.
"I never said that" he admits with a smirk. "Look, just promise me you won't say anything about yesterday. I don't want her thinking she's won anything."
"Sure thing, but can I ask, what exactly is the endgame here?"
"I want her to admit that she was wrong to leave my bed for that fucking inbred royal and until she does, I refuse to bend to her in anyway. Unfortunately, she appears to have taken that as a challenge. She's driving me fucking nuts. You know she fucked a stuffed animal in front of me the other day."
Bianca points a forkful of pancakes at him. "You two are into some freaky shit."
"You have no idea," he drawls. "Christ, Binks, what am I going to do? Between Kathryn's constant onslaught of sexual assaults, Annette refusing to talk to me and now my father up my ass, I'm at my wits fucking end here."
"Well, if I may be so bold, may I make a suggestion?" Sebastian waves his hand as if to say, go ahead. "It's time to sack up Valmont."
"Excuse me?"
"The Sebastian Valmont I know is a man of action. Why are you letting this prissy little girl walk all over you? She cheated on you! You should be the one pissed at her."
"Well, I did manipulate her into giving up her virginity and I am technically setting her up to be publicly humiliated at some point."
She shrugs, "She doesn't know that. I'm telling you, make her think you're walking away, and she'll be begging you to take her back." Sebastian nods. She has a point. Playing the whimpering schoolboy has gotten him nowhere. A new approach is called for. "And don't worry about Edward." She winks, finishing off a mimosa. "I'll take care of him."
"Please don't fuck me father."
Ignoring his remark she continues, "As for that sister of yours, you need to stop playing defense and concentrate on offense."
"A sports analogy? Really?"
Bianca shakes her luscious mane behind her head as she continues, "Look, it stands to reason if you're this keyed up, she likely is too. I know that girl Val and she may play the ice princess but she's just as much of a horny sex monster as you are. Use that. Turn the tables on her and break her down."
Sebastian considers this. It seems ludicrous that after all these years of trying to seduce and tempt Kathryn that he could actually, somehow turn the sexual tables on her. After all, she was always the one with the power, the one who decided when, where and if. Was it feasible he could turn the game around on her?
Then he remembers last night, as he was spanking that ass and making her squirm, how she cried out and nearly begged: Touch me goddammit.
Oh yeah, he could definitely do this.
"You know Binks, on second thought, I'd like you to tell my dear sister all about yesterday afternoon. Every detail in fact."
"Really?" she asks around a mouthful of food. "Why?"
Sebastian grins as he pops a grape in his mouth. "Because if there's one thing I know about Kathryn, it's that she always wants what someone else has."
"You've been holding out on me."
As expected, Bianca greets the accusation with her typical amused boredom. Floating to the edge of the stainless-steel hot tub, she allows her aviators to slide down her nose before responding with a drawl, "Should I know what you're referring to?"
You know damn well what I'm referring to, she wants to spit. Kathryn has to contain the urge to vent her frustration at the beauty. She knows from experience acting like a brat will get her nowhere with Bianca. Mind games bore her. Sex is seemingly the only true currency she traffics in. Kathryn can respect that. So with that thought in mind, she answers the question with her own enigmatic grin as she lets her silk robe fall away to the pavement. She's wearing the smallest bikini she owns, just a couple of pieces of expensive fabric held together with some string. It's not subtle, but she isn't exactly dealing with a Rhode scholar here, Pulitzer notwithstanding.
Bianca drinks her in, gnawing at her lower lip. "You might want to be more specific."
Kathryn sits down on the edge of the tub, strategically opening her legs and placing a leg on either side of the reporter's body. Running a hand through her gorgeous hair she explains, "Your little visit with Sebastian yesterday afternoon. How come you didn't mention it?"
"Oh, that." Bianca leans in and drops a kiss on her stomach. Then, pushing her glasses back into place she smiles as she floats away. "It must have slipped my mind."
The hell it did. Kathryn can feel her careful mask of indifference start to crack around the edges as she replies tightly, "I thought you were on my side."
She snickers at her assumption. "Babe, I told you, I don't have a dog in this fight. I'm only a mildly aroused spectator in your little war with Valmont." When Kathryn only stares sullenly back at her she sighs, "Nothing happened alright?"
She doesn't buy that for a second. Remembering the way Sebastian winced when Bianca carelessly let it slip that he left his cigarette case at her place, she knows something happened between them. Kathryn has no intention of leaving the hot tub without answers.
Slipping into the water, she lets out a soft little sigh as the warm bubbling water envelops her. She makes her way over to the older woman who is now leaning back against the tub, head tilted at the sky, trying to play aloof. Kathryn smiles prettily as she makes herself comfortable on Bianca's lap. Twining her arms around her neck, she toys with the flimsy strap of her bikini top as she tells her, "It's not that I don't believe you B, I just think you're holding something back."
"Is that so?" The reporter's arms slip around her waist tugging her closer. The feel of the water combined with the silky slippery softness of Bianca's skin makes her momentarily forget her task. She leans in and nips at her pout only to have Binks pull her in for a more substantial kiss. When they break away with a wet pop she tells her, "It was nothing, really. We just talked."
"About?"
"You, mostly. It seems you're driving the poor boy to distraction."
"Me?" Kathryn asks with faux wide-eyed innocence before breaking into a salacious smirk. She tugs on the straps of Bianca's leopard print bikini until the fabric falls from her body and floats off in the water. When her magnificent breasts come into view, she wastes no time playing with them.
Bianca groans. "He did mention something about you fucking a stuffed animal in front of him. You horny little bitch."
"Oh Teddy," she laughs before ducking down to suck on her engorged nipple. Bianca arches against her mouth and whimpers. Kathryn presses a little more. "What else did he say?"
"Nothing important…fuck Kathryn," she gasps when she bites down on the tender bud.
"You're not telling me everything." She pulls off her breast and affects a pout as she reaches behind herself to remove her own bikini top.
Bianca's gaze noticeably darkens when her tits come into view. "Jesus, you're shameless."
"Oh, would you rather I play the coy virgin like the first time?" Kathryn nips at her ear before whispering with exaggerated anxiousness, "Teach me how to eat pussy Bianca. I've never been with a girl before."
"I can't believe I fell for that," Bianca mutters shaking her head.
Kathryn laughs at the memory of their first time together when she seduced her away from his stepbrother by pretending to some sexually innocent, debutante. It wasn't until she was halfway into her second orgasm that the older woman caught on that she was being played. "God, the look on your face."
"I should have run when I had the chance."
"Probably," she admits, before launching herself at her. They make out, hot and hard, all roving, eager hands and wet, salty kisses. Cradling the beautiful woman's face Kathryn murmurs between kisses, "Tell me the truth, something happened, didn't it?"
Bianca groans, "Kathryn…I promised."
Fucking bingo.
"You also promised you were neutral in our war. So prove it, level the playing field." Pressing her tits tightly against hers she says, "He fucked you, didn't he?"
She pauses, her gaze flinting away. "Not exactly."
"You blew him?"
"No."
Grabbing her by the face, she forces her eyes back on her and demands impatiently, "What then?"
Bianca sighs. "Kathryn, Sebastian didn't fuck me." Leaning in she whispers against her ear, "I fucked him."
"Oh my god…oh…Kathryn…please…"
When the calculating brunette looks up at her from underneath her lashes and smirks, Annette kind of wants to die. "Please what?"
"You know what," she whines impatiently, the throb between her legs increasing with every passing second. "I need you to…to…t-touch me."
She trails her nails lightly over her breasts, a cruel tease. "Here?"
Annette shakes her head and then growing impatient with the game, takes her hand and draws it under her dress. As soon as she feels Kathryn's fingers graze her cunt, she bucks against her in need. They're in the billiards room again, on that same plush sofa and somehow Kathryn's managed to maneuver her onto her back, while she hovers over her. A serpent like grin spreads across her pretty face when her fingers effortlessly slide inside her slick heat. "Baby you're soaking," she taunts. "You're going to ruin your panties."
"You can take them off."
"If you insist."
She stops fingering her long enough to remove the irksome garment. Annette spreads her legs, allowing herself to be ogled. Kathryn pulls back to study Annette's pussy, eyes glazing over in lust, she begins rubbing her own breast. God, they look so…indecent displayed in that corset of hers, cleavage spilling out the top, nipples threatening to break free. Annette wets her lips
"You like my tits?" Kathryn purrs, the look in her eyes says she already knows the answer to that. "You wanna see them?"
Annette nods, her breath coming out harshly. "Y-yes."
Because she's Kathryn and there's nothing she loves more than being a tease, she takes her time unfastening the front of that corset. The pop of each button makes Annette's hips jerk in need. When she finally gets the damn thing open Annette's so desperate, she starts fingering her own pussy for relief. Kathryn grins. "That's it, show me how much you want it. Play with that pretty little pussy."
Annette whines, bucking her into her hand. "Please…"
She tilts her head, grins, then finally removes the damn thing. Her beautiful tits spring free and they're long worth the wait. Annette has never really considered breasts before, but she has to admit Kathryn's are perfect. A nice, perfectly round handful sitting high on her chest, capped with twin rosebud nipples. They're already hard but Kathryn tweaks them anyway. "You approve?"
Her words barely register, as Annette is already springing forward, no longer able to resist. She mauls and sucks on Kathryn's luscious flesh with the hunger of a dehydrated man offered water. Kathryn shutters against her, hands sinking into her hair to hold her in place. "Oh fuck…Annette…fuck…"
Annette pulls off her tit, feeling almost drugged. "I wanna taste you," she tells her, and it isn't until that moment that she realizes how much that's true. She wants to explore Kathryn's most vulnerable area. She wants to make the arrogant girl wither under her mouth. Annette's never done it before of course, but she feels bizarrely confident that she's up for the challenge.
Kathryn's eyes darken and she nods in approval. "You want my pussy?" She nods, kissing her breasts. "Come and get it baby."
Before the demand is even out of her mouth, Annette is jerkily unfastening the top of Kathryn's trousers, just as she had with Sebastian that first time. Not even bothering to get them all the way open, she greedily shoves her hand inside. Kathryn isn't wearing panties, she's hot and soaking. As soon as Annette touches her, she throws back her head and cries out, "Oh! Annette…fuck me…fuck me! Annette…Annette…"
"Annette!"
"Annette!"
"Annette are you in there!" Sebastian's demanding voice cuts through her fantasy with all the subtlety of a jackhammer. "If you're there, can you at least answer me, so I know you're not dead!"
Pulled from her daydream, Annette glares at her bedroom door. She would very much like to continue ignoring the irritating boy on the other side, but she fears he won't stop until she speaks to him. Worried he'll have someone break down the door, she reluctantly turns off her vibrator and sighs. Damn and right when it was getting to the good part.
Shoving the toy back under her mattress, Annette grudgingly gets out of bed, grabbing her robe. She's wearing that blue baby doll night gown of hers that's far too suggestive for Sebastian to see her in. Spraying on some body mist to cover up her many hours of orgasms, she goes to greet him.
Remembering she's supposed to be embarrassed, she opens the door with a sheepish, "Hey."
To her surprise Sebastian doesn't look relieved to see her. He looks pissed. Glowering in the doorway he drawls, "Good. You're alive."
"Sebastian I'm sorry, I'm not really—" Before she can get the rest of her sentiment out, he's brushing past her into the room, all pent-up aggression. She doesn't quite understand this volatile mood of his. Honestly, she expected Sebastian to be sweet to her, apologetic even. She's sure Kathryn already bragged about how she manipulated that orgasm out of her. Annette imagines they laughed about it. Maybe even fucked over it.
The truth was Annette had been embarrassed yesterday, sure, but mostly she ran off because she didn't know what else to do. Sebastian finding her like that, she felt caught somehow, unmasked. Before she could at least pretend like she was disgusted by Merteuil's advances. After walking in on her humping Kathryn's thigh, it was going to be a little hard to claim she wasn't a little bit interested in her. There was also the disturbing fact that she knows if Sebastian hadn't come in when he did, odds were very good she would have gone even farther with Kathryn. Like all the way farther. The idea elicits an excited shiver.
But now here's Sebastian, pacing her room like a tiger in a cage, looking as if his world just fell off its axis. She's curious what angle he's playing at. Approaching him tentatively she says, "I'm sorry I haven't wanted to talk, I was just…embarrassed, I guess and ashamed."
"Well good, I should hope so."
She's genuinely caught off guard by his venom. "I-I'm sorry? You're angry at me?"
"Of course I am!" he bellows, panting. "How…how do you expect me to feel Annette when I walk in on you messing around with my own sister! I love you, does that not mean anything to you?"
Annette blinks up at him astounded. Truth be told, she always found Sebastian acting a little limited. Sure, he was very charming, but when it came to projecting sincerity and vulnerability he was seriously lacking. Apparently though, he had just been keeping the full extent of his abilities under wraps, because for a brief moment she almost buys that he's genuinely upset. Bravo Valmont.
Now realizing he expects her to play the part of the repentant lover she struggles to keep up. Annette digs deep into her own admittedly limited acting experience. Deciding subtly was best she tells him quietly, "Sebastian of course it does. I love you too! But you don't understand. What happened between me and Kathryn…it's not what you think."
"Oh, please Annette, don't insult my intelligence! I was there, remember? I saw you! You were practically humping her leg off. You were enjoying it!"
She shakes her head frantically. "No, no, it wasn't like that! I didn't want to, but Kathryn made me."
"She made you?" he repeats incredulously. "How?"
Annette takes a deep breath as if it was all to hard to talk about before explaining, "She threatened to tell my parents about us sleeping together if I didn't do as she said. I was scared and didn't know what to do…so I did as she asked."
He stares at her, unblinking for a long beat, his handsome face a tight mask of anger. When he finally speaks his words are clipped and arched, "So in other words you sold out my trust and our relationship, just so you could save face with your parents, is that it?"
Wow, he was good. "No! I—"
"Goodbye Annette, it was nice knowing you."
Sebastian turns and heads for the door leaving Annette to gape after him. She honestly wonders if he's using this as an excuse to break-up with her so he doesn't look totally evil when he humiliates her later on. That's enough reason for her to continue on with the charade. Chasing after him, she grabs at his arm, desperately pleading, "Please don't go! I'm so sorry Sebastian. I never wanted to hurt you like that. I love you!" Annette somehow is able to summon a few tears as she begs, "I'm so so sorry. Please, you have to forgive me!"
Slowly he turns back to her, his face an impenetrable mask. "How could I ever trust you again?" he asks, voice actually shaking.
"I swear I'll never do anything like that again. Please, I'll do anything to regain your trust."
Sebastian cups her face and strokes her cheek with his thumb. "I-I want to believe you. I just don't know…" His forehead drops down to press against her own. Annette wonders if he saw this move in a movie or something. That's what this whole thing feels like—like they're play acting some scene. It's bizarrely exhilarating.
"I love you Sebastian," she tells him, letting her own voice quake with phony devotion.
"I know," he murmurs. Slowly he breaks away from her, but rather than leaving he goes and lays down on her bed. He stares up at the ceiling for a long beat before summoning her over. "Come here."
Annette sits down beside him on the bed only to have Sebastian pull her down next to him. She's genuinely caught off guard when he spoons her from behind and nuzzles her neck. They lay there for a little while before he finally speaks. His voice is a teasing caress against her ear as he tells her, "You know I think I can forgive you, but if order for me to do that, I need something from you."
"What?"
"I need to know exactly what happened between you and my sister. Word for word. Do you think you can do that?"
Annette nearly laughs out loud at the request. So, that's the game he's playing. All these dramatics, just so the perv can hear all the dirty details of what went down on that couch. She should have known. Kathryn must not have been as forthcoming or he's just toying with her. Annette considers acting offended at the suggestion, but then she realizes she wants to do it.
"Okay," she murmurs looking over her shoulder at him, "If that's what it takes for you to forgive me."
He nods and Annette turns away, not wanting to look at him. "So, um, I was in the living room, reading, when Kathryn came it. She was being obnoxious as always, trying to get a rise out of me. We started discussing the interview and when I mentioned my parents were coming, she started making all these threats about talking to my father about our relationship and how disappointed they would be in me and I know I shouldn't have let her get to me, but she just makes me so mad sometimes."
Sebastian rests a hand on her hip. When his fingers begin to tap against her, she knows he's getting listless, so she tries to get to the good parts. "I should have walked out, but she wouldn't stop threatening me. I asked her what she wanted, and she ordered me to sit down. I thought she meant beside her, but she wanted me to sit on her lap. I…hesitated and that's when she took me by the hips and pulled me down so was straddling her."
"How did that make you feel?" he husks against her ear.
She pauses then admits honestly, "Exposed. I stupidly was wearing this sundress that was too short and rode up on thighs."
To her surprise Sebastian tugs her robe open. Out of the corner of her eye she notices his eyebrows raise when he takes in her sexy nightie. Pushing her already short night gown higher on her hips he asks, "Like this?"
"Y-Yes"
He draws his nose down her neck. "And what did Kathryn do?"
"She smiled, she liked it. Then she made me kiss her. I did that too, but only briefly. She told me I could do better than that so I…"
"Yes?"
"I kissed her how she wanted me to kiss her. I put my tongue in her mouth, I made her moan and grab me harder. Then I felt…her hands on my breasts, fondling them, squeezing…"
"Did you like it?"
She pauses, lost in the memory. "I don't know," she lies.
Annette swallows a gasp when she feels Sebastian slide his hand into her nighty and grope her boob. She can feel the hard line of his cock against her ass. He's definitely getting off on this.
"Were your nipples hard?"
"Yesss," she pants.
"Then you liked it. Continue."
"I…I told her I wouldn't have sex with her. Kathryn told me she wanted to see me come. She made me straddle her thigh and she told me to get myself off. I wasn't sure what she meant, so she grabbed my ass and pushed her thigh between my legs."
"How did it feel?" he asks.
When Annette hesitates, Sebastian slides his hand down her body. She gasps when he crudely rubs her between the legs and husks against her ear, "Did it feel like this?"
"Yeah…I…yes…she told me to follow that feeling, to ride her like I would a horse, so I did. I began rocking against her leg."
Sebastian nuzzles against her ear as his hand rucks up her night gown and slips into her panties. She gasps when those talented fingers of his works her over. "Were you wet?"
Annette nods and softly replies, "Yes. I didn't want it, but I couldn't stop, she kept saying all these filthy things to me…"
"Like what? Tell me," he demands.
Deciding to take a little artistic license she says, "She…told me she could feel me on her leg, how wet I was. She said she knew how much I wanted it, that if I was a good girl, she'd…put her tongue in me…she'd lick me up, make me scream..."
The fingers Sebastian slipped inside her begin to fuck her harder while he nudges his hardon against the crack of her ass. Swallowing a moan she continues, "Then, she opened up her jacket and she had this corset thing on. Her breasts were practically spilling out of it. She said, play with my tits, so I did…"
Sebastian makes the faintest groan. "How did they feel?"
She's tempted to point out that's a wildly inappropriate question to ask about his siter's breasts but then again, they past inappropriate about ten minutes ago. "They felt…full and swollen. Her nipples were hard, and she demanded I squeeze them," she lied. "I did as she asked and she cried out, told me how good it felt, how wet I was making her…"
"You liked hearing that," he says. It's a statement and not a question.
"Yes," Annette admits. "I…didn't know what was happening. I felt…overwhelmed…I couldn't stop rocking and Kathryn started kissing me again. Then she pulled me closer and started sucking on my nipples through my dress. It was so intense…I couldn't stop shaking…"
Annette is pulled from the memory when she realizes Sebastian has somehow produced a condom and is ripping it open with his teeth. He removes his hand from her panties and the next thing she knows, she hears him unzipping and she feels his cock, full and hot, pressing against her ass. Annette inhales sharply. He's never fucked her like this before. She doesn't have a moment to consider it because the next thing she knows he's burying his cock inside her so swiftly she loses her train of thought. Oh god, he feels so big like this, stretching her in new and delightful ways.
Sebastian fucks her quickly, with sharp brutal strokes, keeping her on her side. He shoves his hand back between her legs and rubs her swollen clit, using none of the gentleness she's used to with him. Annette is shocked to realize she prefers this, the rough and dirty to the tender and romantic. It felt more real, more honest. What sex was actually supposed to be.
"Did she make you cum?" he grunts against her ear as his free hand come around to jerk her night gown down and squeeze her bare breast.
"Y-yeah…so hard," she pants. "Oh god…Sebastian…"
She comes quickly, her orgasm erupting from her core and shooting through her body in one pleasure filled explosion. She tightens around him, milking every last drop of pleasure as Sebastian speeds up, fucking her harder before finally erupting into the condom, coming with a low groan at her ear.
They lay like that a minute, a sticky, sweaty mess of entangled limbs, before he slips from her body and rolls onto his back. She watches as he removes the condom, ties it up and tosses it into a nearby trash container. Slumping on his back she's surprised when he pulls her against him and kisses her forehead affectionately. "I forgive you," he murmurs nuzzling her neck. "I realize now it was silly to be jealous. As usual Kathryn is to blame."
Annette has to stop herself from laughing out loud and replying, well that's big of you Sebastian. Instead, playing the part of the loyal little girlfriend, she tells his sweetly, "Thank you Sebastian. It honestly meant nothing."
Sebastian tilts his head back, his quietly intense gaze studying her. "Just so you know," he tells her, "It's perfectly normal to be sexually curious. No judgements."
She's pretty sure that's the first honest thing he's said to her all morning. It's oddly comforting. "Thanks, you Sebastian."
"As for my sister—"
"You have nothing to worry about there. I have no interest whatsoever in Kathryn, sexually or otherwise."
He smiles. "Glad to hear it."
Kathryn finds her stepbrother later that day in the sauna. Being the pretentious twat that he is, he's of course reading. To add insult to injury it's Hemmingway. Ugh.
Sebastian's sprawled out across the long wooden bench, a towel wrapped around his waist. He doesn't look up at her when she enters but he does call out, "Stop."
She pauses, eyebrows raised. He makes a show of turning the page before finally looking up at her. "Take off the towel," he orders.
Well, now that's a request she can get behind. Suppressing a smirk, Kathryn removes her towel revealing the same white bikini she was wearing earlier. To her great disappointment, Sebastian barely reacts, he merely drawls, "Well at least you're wearing clothes," before returning to his reading. "What do you want?"
Rolling her eyes at his mercurial mood she takes a seat on the raised bench behind him and demands, "What's up your ass?" Toying playfully with one of his tight curls she taunts, "Is it that time of the month again? Need some Midol?"
He swats her away unamused. "I'm not in the mood for whatever bullshit you've come to start."
"Has it occurred to you brother dearest that I in fact didn't come looking for you on purpose." Kathryn undoes her towel and stretches out behind his head.
Sebastian turns and stares at her half nude body with flat, uninterested eyes before returning his attention back to his book. "Kathryn, we both know you never do anything on accident."
"Touché."
"Did you have fun helping my father put a dent in my inheritance with your latest shopping spree?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," she replies chipperly. "He bought me the cutest little ten carat diamond bracelet from Cartier."
"I'm thrilled for you," he quips. "I suppose it hasn't occurred to you that if daddy got wind of anything happening between us that wasn't strictly family friendly, he would have my balls in a vice?"
"I'm aware."
"And yet you insist on pulling crap like you did at brunch."
Smirking at the memory of how worked up he got, she coyly replies, "I was just having some fun, besides how was I to know you'd get so hard with just some mild teasing. Have you always been into feet?"
Sebastian slams his book closed and gets up to leave. "Good afternoon, Kathryn."
Sitting up she grabs him and pulls him back down the bench. "Jesus, I'm just kidding. Come on Sebastian, you used to have a sense of humor." Sitting up Kathryn lets one of her legs dangle at his side, while she begins to massage his shoulders. Surprisingly he doesn't put up a fight. "You're so tense, what's wrong? Is little Dorothy still refusing to come out of her room?"
"Actually no, we made up this afternoon." A smug smile tugs at his pout as he adds, "Twice. She was so very thankful for my willingness to look past her little indiscretion, she was eager to do anything to make it up to me. In a way I supposed I should thank you."
"Think nothing of it," she replies dryly while pressing harder into his muscles. "I'm sure you took full advantage of her gratitude."
"You know me too well. By the way, she told me all about what went down between you two." Sebastian cocks his head. "Blackmail sis, really?"
"Girls gotta have some fun." And that little bitch loved every minute of it. Realizing this was the perfect opportunity to segway into what she really came here to discuss, she remarks casually, "Speaking of which, while you were off molesting the headmaster's daughter, I had the most interesting little chat with Bianca."
"Oh? And were you both clothed at the time?"
Smirking she mimics back his earlier words "You know me too well. Apparently, you went to see her yesterday and you two had a reunion of sorts." Underneath her hands she feels him tense up and she grins. "I imagine poor Annette will be devastated when she finds out."
To her surprise, he greets her threat with little more than a snicker. "I'm afraid poor Annette doesn't have the luxury of the moral high ground anymore—thanks to you. So, you go right ahead and tell her if you like."
"You honestly think she's not going to care that you fucked another woman?"
"I think our love is so strong and true it can withstand anything." Kathryn rolls her eyes at the trite, clearly bullshit sentiment. "Besides, I didn't actually fuck anyone."
"A technicality," she reminds him. "I have to admit I'm impressed brother dear. I didn't think you had it in you. So few straight men are willing to take it up the ass."
She purposely phrases it as crudely as possible expecting it to make him all indignant and huffy. Sebastian however doesn't rise to her bait. Laughing lightly, he replies, "You should know better than anyone, my tastes have never run towards the vanilla." Tilting his head back he finds her gaze and runs a taunting hand down her calf draped over his body. "Don't tell me you've forgotten our night together already."
The dark look in his eyes causes her pussy to twitch involuntarily as she recalls just how much enjoyment he took in fucking her ass in a variety of creative ways. She wonders if he's thinking about last night and how he was seconds away from succumbing to her again.
"Have you done it before?" she asks, her voice sounding breathy even to her own ears.
"Never with a woman."
Kathryn's eyes widen at the implication. "You've…you've done it with a man?" She knows Sebastian's had male lovers, but she always assumed he topped. The idea that that might not be the case is very most fascinating. Not to mention very, very hot.
Her stepbrother grins lazily up at her. "Are you really so surprised? I would think you of all people Kathryn would know the basics of human anatomy. It's a much more rewarding experience for a man than it is for a woman. Then again, most women aren't as much of an anal slut as you are sis."
"I enjoy it," she tells him unbothered by the vulgar term. "I won't apologize for it."
"I'm curious, is it the degradation that gets you off or the pain?"
Kathryn leans in close to his ear and whispers, "Neither, I just like being stuffed."
Sebastian's eyes glaze over at her words and his breathing becomes noticeably ragged. Kathryn draws back then runs a hand through his hair. "Tell me about it."
"I shouldn't, I have to go meet Annette."
He starts to leave again and once again she tugs him back. "What if I promised to keep my mouth shut about you and Bianca, will you tell me then?"
Sebastian stares back at her, his face a blank mask before finally relaxing back against the bench, staring out in front of him. "What do you want to know?"
Kathryn grins, making herself comfortable, swinging her other leg over him so she's practically sitting on his shoulders. Running her finger along a drop of sweat on his back she asks, "Whose idea was it?"
"Hers naturally. Apparently, she bought a new toy and she wanted to show it off and I was curious. She came out of the bedroom, completely naked except for this black leather harness with a six-inch curved dong attached to it. Honestly, whenever I've seen women in porn wearing one of those things, I've always thought they looked ridiculous, but this was Bianca so of course she just looked unbelievably hot. Especially when she started stroking it."
A memory filters through her mind from last year and she murmurs, "Yeah, I remember."
Sebastian half turns to look at her. "You guys…?"
"Of course"
He grins then turns back around. "Then you should know how talented she is."
She runs her fingers through his hair. "Did she make you suck it?"
"As a matter of fact, she did. She said she needed to get it nice and wet before putting it in my ass."
Kathryn pictures her brother deep throating the fake cock and immediately her grip on his hair tightens and she unconsciously presses herself tighter against his neck. Her breathing now coming faster she asks, "Did you like it?"
"Well, I prefer the real thing of course, but there's something about sucking on one of those things and looking up to find a pair of luscious swinging tits… Anyway, after I got it sufficient drenched, she had me bend over the sofa. I'm sure you know the pride Binks takes is preparing her lovers and of course this was no exception."
"She worked some fingers inside you?"
"Mm hm and her tongue. I've never got such an enthusiastic rim job from a girl before," he muses.
Yeah, Kathryn knows from experience how much the reporter gets off on eating ass. The thought of her doing it to Sebastian has her squirming against him. That was one thing she never got to do to him during their night together.
"Tell me sis, are you squeamish about that sort of thing?"
She snorts. "Where do you think she learned that trick with her tongue from?"
"Interesting." He nuzzles his nose against her thigh briefly before continuing, "After I was good and loose, she got into position."
"She took you from behind? On the couch?"
"Naturally." Sebastian strokes her calves teasingly as he describes how Bianca fucked him. "She worked it in real slow at first, told me I was tight as a virgin. It hurt like a mother fucker at first but, there's something about that initial stretch. It's so…decadent, so primal. Interestingly enough I never lost my hardon."
Kathryn pictures it, the toy pushing past the tight ring of his ass, having to really work it in before it finally gives way. She imagines the desperate little sounds he likely made, the way he probably tugged on his dick, hating it and loving it in equal measure. She thinks of all this and soon finds herself grinding back against his neck, desperate to relieve some of the ache that has begun to gather since the start of their conversation or since she first walked into that steam room honestly.
Sebastian doesn't acknowledge what she's doing as he continues on, "When she finally got all six inches in me, I couldn't stop shaking. I felt so full, so vulnerable. I begged her to move, to fuck me, to something. When she finally started to rock into me, I nearly cried with relief. Fuck it was intense. She slammed me over and over again, pulling nearly all the way out every time before shoving it back in. On every graze of my prostate, I thought I was done for, but it was like she knew just how to keep me on edge."
Kathryn's panting now, her pussy presses tight against him. She knows the thin material of her bathing suit is doing absolutely nothing to mask the heat and wetness from her cunt. The sweat is pouring off both of them making their skin slick and hot. Picturing the scene in her mind, she replaces Bianca with herself naturally. "Did you…beg her to let you cum?"
"Yeah, but she just laughed before running a hand up my back and grabbing a handful of my hair. Her tits were pressed to my back as she ground that dick against my prostate and growled in my ear, 'you wanna cum baby? Then squeeze that pussy around my dick and cum'. And then she fucked me face first into the cushions."
"Shit," Kathryn gasps grinding her cunt against his neck in tight circles. "Did you cum?"
"Yeah sis, I came so hard I nearly passed out." He runs a finger from her ankle to the back of her knee and snickers, "Fucking ruined that couch of hers that's for damn sure. Was that everything you wanted to hear?"
Kathryn stops her squirming and loosens her hold on his hair as she comes back to herself and tries to regain her composure. Rubbing her damn neck she says, "It sounds like you had a most enjoyable afternoon."
"It was certainly something."
She considers how to phrase her next request before deciding to leave coyness behind and just be frank. Bending down she flicks her tongue against his ear lobe before telling him, "I want to fuck you."
The asshole is of course smug about it. "Do you now?"
"Oh, come on, you know you're curious and you know I'm make it a point of pride to make it absolutely hot."
Sebastian turns around on the bench, slipping one arm casually around her waist as his gaze travels up her body. "Well, I don't know, do you honestly think you have what it takes to compete with Bianca Hart?"
"Please," she huffs, "She fucked like a pimply sophomore before I got my hands on her. Who do you think bought her that toy in the first place?"
He snorts, tracing a finger over the edge of her bikini bottom. Teasing her but not touching her where she wants him most. "I'm curious, what would you be willing me give me in return?"
"A world class orgasm"
His smirk deepens. "You're going to have to do better than that."
Kathryn of course knows what he's after. He wants her to wave the white flag, to admit she was wrong to choose Philip over him, that he is nothing in bed compared to him. While all of that is true and while she is just as sick of this game of chicken as he undoubtedly is, there is no fucking way she is giving him that. Kathryn Merteuil bends to no man.
In lieu of giving me what he really wants she decides to go with something else he no doubt won't be able to resist. Taking her stepbrother's hand, she presses it against her needy pussy and tells him bluntly, "You let me fuck you and I'll let you do whatever filthy, dirty, fucked-up thing you want to me. You know that fantasy you've always had of me, the one you're probably too afraid to even write about in your queer little diary let alone say out loud? I'll do it, and I'll enjoy it." Sebastian's gaze darkens as some no doubt nasty thought flickers in his mind. Kathryn nods knowingly, "Yeah even that one."
Sebastian briefly looks like he has trouble forming words, kind of like that time when she told him she'd fuck his brains out if he won their bet. Swallowing thickly, he says, "Well, that's certainly an intriguing offer." Running his fingers over her covered cunt he muses, "You really want this huh?"
Kathryn presses herself into his palm. "I really do."
Holding her stare he gets up and kneels before her on the wooden bench until they're eye to eye. Sebastian then tugs his towel away. Kathryn gasps when she sees that not only is he naked, but he's also, very hard. Staring at his leaking, angry erection she whimpers. "You drive a hard bargain Kathryn, but…I'm going to have to respectfully decline."
Removing his hand from her cunt he turns and hops off the bench leaving her a shaken, stricken mess. "You got to be fucking kidding me," she snarls. "Do you have any idea what I'm offering"
"Oh, I'm well aware and while it's nice to know you're willing to degrade yourself in any way I see fit, I'm going to have to say no thanks. After all, I have a girlfriend and I could never betray Annette in such a way." His handsome face breaks into a sinister grin as he adds, "Sorry."
"Oh my god, enough already! We both know you don't even like the girl let alone love her. How much longer do you think you can keep this up?"
Sebastian wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it suggestively. "Sis, we both know I can keep it up as long as it takes."
Despite her fury, she finds herself still inexplicably turned on. Nothing gets her off more than when Sebastian is acting like an evil motherfucker. Gazing at his hand stroking his cock she tells him, "You'll break eventually."
His lips quirk upwards as his eyes fall to her open legs. "Not before you do." To her horror she realizes she's been rubbing herself ever since he stopped touching her. Jesus Christ.
Still playing with his cock, he leans over her and reveals, "See, I know what you want now, your dirty little fantasy. You want to fuck me. You want me on all fours begging for your cock. I'll do it, I'll love it, but you have to earn it."
Kathryn flinches at that familiar refrain. So that's the game, is it? "And how do I do that?" she asks.
Sebastian's tongue flickers out and wets his lips as he looks her over. "You want inside Kathryn? You want the pleasure of getting me off? Prove to me that you deserve it. Acting like a needy, desperate slut isn't cutting it."
Hearing her own words echoed back at her makes her homicidal with rage and the asshole knows it. If there's one thing Kathryn loathes and deplores it's having the tables turned on her. Jerking her hand from her cunt she snarls, "I don't have to prove anything to you Valmont. You'll bend to me alright, in more ways than one."
Sebastian wraps the towel around his neck and laughs, "Care to make a wager on that? Oh wait, you lost the last one if I recall." He affects a frown and tells her condescendingly, "We better not."
"You smug fuck."
"Well, I'm off to find Annette." Heading to the door, still very naked, he calls over his shoulder, "Enjoy fucking your hand, sis!"
As he swaggers out of there, leaving her quaking with unresolved anger and lust Kathryn can do nothing but wonder: what the fuck just happened here?
"Well, if it isn't Anne Frank out of hiding."
Annette is spacing out, staring at a text from her parents as she exits the stables only to look up just as Kathryn is dismounting a beautiful black thoroughbred. She barely even registers her quip as she's too distracted by the sight of Kathryn's delectable ass in a pair of very tight beige riding pants. Goddamn.
She's immediately struck with horror at her thought. What the hell is wrong with you Hargrove? It is one thing to have those kinds of thoughts when she's…by herself, but quite another when the object of torment is standing right in front of her.
Standing firm, Annette refuses to bow to either her nerves or her hormones. Kathryn finishes dismounting and approaches, tapping her leather riding crop against her leg as she walks. Remembering how Sebastian used one of those on her during their night together, a familiar heat begins to gather low in her belly and her breath comes a little faster.
Get your mind out of the gutter, slut.
"So, how exactly did my brother managed to talk you out of your room?" Judging by the devilish twinkle in her eye, it's clear Kathryn knows exactly what Sebastian did.
"Hate to break it to you Kathryn, but I wasn't hiding," she lies, heading back into the stables. Dominic is in ear shot and she really doesn't want an audience for what she assumes will be a no doubt embarrassing conversation. "I've just had enough of your bullshit is all."
"Ooh, look at you using naughty words," Kathryn teases as she follows behind her. "Now, you know what that does to me."
Suddenly Annette feels a sharp swat on her ass and jumps. "Ow!" When she spins around Kathryn is snickering. "God! Don't you have someone else you can torment?"
"Probably, but tormenting you is so much more rewarding." Kathryn then corners her back against one of the stalls. Annette doesn't even realize what's happening until she feels the coarse wood against her back and Kathryn is suddenly in front of her, those big green eyes of hers gleaming with mischief. She cups her cheek and pulls her into a kiss Annette is helpless against.
Annette's brain is screaming at her to put a stop to this. She hates Kathryn and she knows for a fact the scheming brunette is just counting the days until she can destroy her life. She's toying with you like a cat does a mouse before clawing it to death. But then she feels herself getting sucked into the abyss, like being pulled under the water by a riptide. She doesn't know what's happening, it's all sensation. Kathryn's mouth, her tongue, her hands, her leg—oh god! That familiar thrill of Kathryn grinding up against her. Annette feels overwhelmed and defenseless, and God help her she loves that feeling.
Kathryn pulls off her mouth, breathing hard, her eyes are dark and glassy. She smirks looking eerily like her stepbrother as she taunts against her ear, "Wanna go for another ride?"
Annette can feel her pulse pounding like she just ran a marathon and that ache between her legs has intensified. She's about to pull Kathryn's mouth back to hers when she notices Dominic down at the end of the stall. He doesn't seem to be paying any attention to them, but even just the threat of getting caught again is enough to evict Annette from her sexual fog.
Shoving Kathryn away she sneers, "Hard pass."
The debutante looks momentarily stricken before regaining her cool composure. Tilting her head she taunts, "But you enjoyed it so much the first time."
"Kathryn I would think by now you could tell when someone's faking it." She's kind of proud of that one.
She snorts. "Is that what you're going with?"
"You blackmailed me, you didn't honestly think I was interested in you like that, did you?" Annette scoffs meanly. "Sorry but, coked up debutantes really aren't my thing."
Kathryn steps towards her again and she finds herself taking an uneasy step back. For a brief moment she thinks she might hit her or kiss her again. She does neither. Instead, she grabs the gold necklace she's wearing and tugs her in close. "That crap might fly with my dipshit brother who's willing to swallow whatever horseshit you shovel at him as long as he's allowed to play with your cute little cunny, but it doesn't fly with me. I know exactly what gets you off Hargrove."
Annette swallows thickly. "You don't know anything about me."
"I know you like it a lot rougher than Sebastian gives it to you. My dear brother doesn't have the faintest clue what to do with you." Leaning in closer she nuzzles her neck and whispers, "I could make you scream."
A shiver works its way up her spine at the implication. She can't help it, she's picturing it, her fantasy from earlier. She wonders if Kathryn really could make her scream.
Not that she ever intends to find out. It's a fantasy and that's all it will remain.
"You know," Annette tells her, trying to regain some of her ground, "Sebastian made me promise to tell him if you try and mess with me again."
Kathryn appears less than impressed at the threat. She rolls her eyes. "Don't worry, I have no intentions of going near you again-until you ask for it that is. Something tells me I won't have to wait long."
"Don't hold your breath," she huffs.
"Offer stands, my bedroom door is always open."
"That's what I hear," she quips. "Quite the revolving door."
A glimmer of something passes across her eyes at the insult and her lips quirk up in a smirk that could only be called dangerous. "That's cute. Just so you know, unlike your first time with Sebastian, you wouldn't be required to rub yourself off beforehand. Although, I wouldn't mind the show." Twirling away, Kathryn struts out of the stall calling over her shoulder, "Later."
Annette stands in stunned silence as a rising panic begins to overtake her. She couldn't be implying that…
Rushing after her she demands, "How do you know about that?"
Kathryn swings around, still walking. "It must have been something I heard…or was something I saw?" She lets out a musical, sinister laugh before strutting out of the stables, pausing only briefly to swat Dominic on the ass before heading off, leaving Annette to stand dumbstruck in her wake.
Oh my god, he taped us.
The sick asshole taped their first time together and showed it to his sister and God knows who else. All this time Annette has been secure in the knowledge that despite what nonsense the stepsiblings throw at her, she always had her ace up her sleeve—proof of their incestuous union. It never occurred to her that they might have an ace of their own.
She's going to fucking kill him.
"Annette, I swear to God, I never taped anything!"
Sebastian can't believe he's having this conversation. Although, really, at this point why is he surprised? Of course that psychotic bitch ratted him out. Kathryn's definitely going to pay for it this time.
But first Annette.
"Are you seriously taking my sister's word over mine? The same girl who blackmailed you into performing sexual favors on her? Come on!"
Annette, who's looking as pissed and freaked out as he's ever seen her, pauses her frantic pacing to shoot him a furious incredulous look. "She knew intimate details of our first night together Sebastian. Details she didn't just pull out of thin air. How did she know that stuff?"
He's curious what stuff she's referring to, but frankly is too afraid to ask given her current mood. Trying to placate her he tells her, "She was probably eavesdropping on us or something. Don't you think if Kathryn had access to a video of us fucking, she would have done something with it by now? She wouldn't just sit on it."
Crossing her arm to her chest, the headmaster's daughter eyes narrow accusingly at him. "Perhaps she's waiting for the perfect opportunity to show it to everyone."
"Like when, our wedding?"
"I was thinking more like the first day of school. Wouldn't that be the perfect way to announce to my father and everyone else that I'm no longer a virgin?"
Not for the first time, Sebastian wonders if Annette knows more than she's letting on, as that was the exact scenario Kathryn envisioned. She's looking at him as if sees right through him and knows he's full of shit. Was it possible she knew the truth all along?
Just as soon as he thinks it, he dismisses it. There's no way Annette knows anything about him and Kathryn or that he's just playing her. After all, if she did, why on earth would she go along with everything up until this point? It made no sense. He's being as paranoid as Kathryn.
"Annette, I highly doubt Kathryn has any video of us. Given her vendetta against you, she wouldn't have the patience to wait that long. I'm telling you, she's just bullshitting you." Edging closer to her, her tries to play up the reformed cad, turned trusting, loving boyfriend angle. Maybe he can guilt her into dropping this. Standing over her, he fixes his face into a look of wounded heartache. "You don't really think I would actually do something like this, do you? After everything we've been through, do you honestly not trust me?"
An inscrutable look crosses her face as she remarks quietly, "It wouldn't be the first time you did something like that. I've heard the stories Valmont."
She makes his last name sound like the worst kind of insult. He's almost impressed. "You're right, I've done some really shitty things, things you don't even know about. But the difference is Annette I wasn't in love with any of those girls. I love you, why can't you trust that? I've changed, because of you. I'm not the same guy anymore."
Annette shakes her head. "People don't change overnight."
Where has he heard that before? "Well, I did. I could never hurt you like that. You have to trust me." Closing the distance between them, he reaches for her, but Annette pulls back.
"I can't…I need some time."
"Annette," he sighs.
"Just give me some space Sebastian," she tells him as she rushes out of the room.
"Annette!" He considers following after her, but she's already gone, and he's about had it with chasing this chick. She'll come find him when she realizes it's highly implausible for him to have some tape (even though he does) and inevitably comes crawling back when she needs a good dicking or remembers all those babies she wants.
In the meantime, he'll concentrate on offense just as advised. Kathryn went too far this time telling Annette about the tape. She's been nothing but a pain in the ass this past week. It was time for a little pay back and Sebastian already has a nasty little idea brewing on how to accomplish that.
First things first, he calls Bianca and tells her he needs her to keep his sister occupied and out of her room. Bianca is annoyed at first as she's clearly in the middle of some kind of indiscretion when he calls, but nonetheless agrees. An hour later she texts him to tell him Kathryn is with her in one of the guest cottages.
He heads to Kathryn's room, finding it blessedly empty. After getting momentarily distracted by the sight of her bed and the dirty memories in conjures up from the last time he was in it, he makes a beeline to her infamous trunk. Sebastian has been obsessed with the damn thing ever since finding out about its existence. She's always refused him a peak and while he has tried to steal one a time or two, he's always known actually breaking into it would have been crossing a line. Like her trespassing on his journal. However, she went too far this time, and it was time Kathryn realizes he isn't her plaything. He was her equal.
With that thought in mind, Sebastian removes the long silver key he had Vivian steal for him and opens the chest. When he's greeted by a plethora of beauty products, he frowns only to realize there's of course a false bottom. Ever the paranoid bitch.
"Oh, fuck me."
It's a veritable cornucopia of erotica. Any and every kind of sexual paraphernalia is present. Dildos and vibrators in various sizes, colors and varieties. Handcuffs, nipple clamps and even a leash (Sebastian makes a mental note to remember that whenever this sexual cold war between them ends). Butt plugs, anal beads, prostate massagers (the girl seriously loves her but stuff). Lubes, lotions, clit creams. Two strap-ons (one that looks nearly identical to Bianca's), wigs, masks, Kegel balls, blindfolds and even a ball gag. The thing is endless, like Mary Poppins bag of porn. It's all fascinating and arousing. Sebastian has one hell of a chubby just looking at this stuff, however none of this will help his cause.
He finds the actual treasure trove at the bottom of the trunk—a small, leather-bound book. One flip through and he knows it's what he's looking for. A list of all of Kathryn's lovers.
Interestingly enough it's not nearly as long as he would have assumed given her—er, appetites. His own would certainly dwarf hers. If he had to guess, Kathryn very likely had little interest in seeing most of these people again. Maybe it was time for a little reunion.
Shaking his head he laughs, "Oh sis, paybacks going to be an even bigger bitch than you."