With Voyeuristic Intention

by Caroline Spencer

This summer Annette's about to receive one hell of a sexual awakening at the hands of Kathryn and Sebastian.

27. Court Reynolds is Going Down

Chapter 27:

Court Reynolds is Going Down

"God, just fuck me already!"

Sebastian emerges from beneath the covers, glasses slightly askew, cheeks flushed. His face breaks into a predatory grin. "Always so impatient."

Frustration seeping out of every part of her body (but really one specific part in particular) Kathryn is not amused. "You're purposely trying to wind me up."

"Am I?" He casually settles himself between her legs. She can feel his raging hardon through his silk pajama bottoms, pressing against her slick thigh, taunting her. Sebastian adjusts his glasses, the rimeless ones that make her irrationally horny. "What would be my motive?"

"Revenge. You want to torture me with foreplay for giving you blue balls for five years."

He snickers as he nuzzles kisses against her breasts. The straps of her deceptively innocent white silk negligee have started to slip down her arms, threatening to expose her. Sebastian kisses the top of her breasts. His wicked gaze flashes up at her and he murmurs, "You would more than have it coming."

"Coming being the operative word," she pouts.

Grinning, he slowly drags the flimsy strap down her arm and her tit pops out. Her nipples are already hard and begging for attention. Instead of sucking it into his mouth, his rough tongue takes a leisurely swipe around her areola. Kathryn whines, her hips lifting in a desperate bid to find some friction. When she makes contact with his cock, she locks her legs around his hips and grinds into him. This time Sebastian groans, face contorting in a wince before shaking it off. "It won't work."

"Won't it? Don't you want inside Valmont?" She purrs his name like she knows he likes while tugging her own nipple. "All that tight, wet, pulsating flesh surrounding you, pulling you in. Milking you dry."

He pulls up a little bit and untangles her legs from around him. "I can wait. Don't you know sis, patience in a virtue."

"We both know how much use I have for virtue," she sneers.

Ignoring her, he shifts so he can kiss his way down to her mound then proceeds to touch her everywhere but where she wants him most. Kathryn grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs, but it does nothing to derail him. She huffs in frustration, her gaze falling to the window. If Kathryn was the sort to notice or appreciate nature, she might have marveled at what a beautiful day it is, sun shinning through the trees, birds chirping enthusiastically. But she's not, so the pleasant view only annoys her further.

They are currently hiding out in one of the cottages, nestled deep in the Rosemond property. It has become something of their sanctuary over the past week. After a debauched night of hardcore sex Sebastian decided to wake her up with a little foreplay. Which was all fine and good until she realized he had no intention of letting her cum.

An hour later he's still toying with her and she's going out of her mind with the need. Sebastian keeps bringing her to the edge with his mouth and hands, but not letting her get there. The feeling of her pussy clenching around aching emptiness is starting to drive her mad. As a girl accustomed to getting what she wants, when she wants it, it's all very annoying.

Moving back up her body, he kisses her mouth, letting his tongue dip into her mouth. She can taste herself and it turns her on all that much more. Pushing at his shoulder, Kathryn offers up her most suggestive smile and asks, "What if I let you put it in my ass?"

He snorts, adjusting the glasses. "That's not really a novelty anymore."

She punches his shoulder. When she tries it again Sebastian grabs her wrist and pins it to the pillows. "Behave Kathryn."

She lets out a wail of frustration, kicking the sheets. "You have five minutes to get me off or I'm getting my vibrator and doing it myself."

Unbothered by her threat, he lazily runs his fingers through the folds of her sopping cunt before slipping one inside of her. Kathryn arches needily against his hand. "That better?"

She shakes her head. "I want more."

"When don't you?" he quips and then slips his middle finger in along side the other. He fucks her at a leisurely pace, enough to keep her dripping but not make her cum. That won't do at all.

"I need something more substantial." Like that seven-inch slab of meat digging into my thigh.

She feels another finger enter her. The thickness of his fingers feels divine but he's going to slow. "Faster," she orders hoarsely. "Harder."

"Mmm, I think I like it at this pace."

Kathryn can feel a nasty retort form on her lips, but before she can let it fly, she feels something that distracts her—Sebastian working his pinkie in alongside the others. Immediately her eyes narrow in suspicion and her hips stop bucking. They've never done more than three fingers at a time and while technically Sebastian's cock is bigger than his fingers and Christ knows her cunt is used to taking that on a regular basis, this feels different. Her hole is being stretched in a way it's not accustomed to.

"You like this?" he husks, the playful look on his face now replaced with something more intense.

Kathryn doesn't answer. She can feel her own heart pounding in her chest and she knows what he's about to do even before he does it. Still, when she feels his thumb push in alongside the others her breath catches and her hand quickly grabs at his wrist, stopping him. "I never agreed to that."

"Have you ever done it before?" When she doesn't answer his lips curve up in a sort of triumphant grin. Of course, the perv just loves that. He's always looking for some uncharted territory to claim. "That's what I thought."

"Get off me," she huffs, giving a half hearted push to his chest. He doesn't budge.

"Come on Kathryn, you know I'll make it a point of pride to make it good," he tells her before ducking down to take a swipe at her clit. Her hips jolt and she clenches around his fingers. Flashing a grin up at her he purrs, "Let me pop your cherry."

She rolls her eyes, but releases her grip on his wrist. Kathryn's never had any particular interest in getting fisted, although she'd had a few lovers who were eager to do it to her. She was curious, but that was usually where it ended. Even though she enjoyed rough sex and spanking and all that, she wasn't really into pain with her sex and this particular act always seemed painful. She never even let her partners put more than three fingers in her before. However, the idea of doing it with Sebastian and knowing he would make it good for her, if only because he knows she'll make his life a living hell if he doesn't, is intriguing. Not to mention she can probably get something really good out of this later. Relenting, she grumbles, "Christ, get on with it already."

Sebastian moves back up her body and finding her mouth, kisses her slowly while he works more of his hand inside her. "Relax Kathryn," he murmurs against her lips before drawing back. Kneeling over her splayed legs he runs the fingers of his left hand over her clit, teasing it while his right hand presses further into her cunt. By the time he's gotten up to the knuckles Kathryn has forgotten how to breathe.

"Kathryn, breathe," her stepbrother orders her. "Does it hurt?"

"What the hell do you think?" she grits out. Actually, it doesn't so much hurt as it is uncomfortable. She has to keep telling herself to relax and stop trying to squirm away.

"Trust me it would hurt a lot more if I was doing it in your ass."

"You speak from experience?"

Sebastian raises a brow as if to say, how do you think? Suddenly Kathryn's brain is swirling with questions and X-rated images. She wonders if he did it to someone else or had someone do it to him. Either way it's enough of a distraction for him to get the rest of his hand inside her.

"AHHHH!" she cries out, twisting against the sheets. "HOLY FUCK!"

"Goddamn you feel incredible," he breathes, looking down at her in wonder.

Kathryn's breath catches in her throat even as she tries to will her body to relax. It is easily the most intense thing she's ever felt. She can literally feel him clench his fist inside her body. Then, just as she's getting her breathing under control, she feels Sebastian tap his finger against something inside her that makes her loose her goddamn mind.

"OOOHHH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" she cries out, her pussy clenching around his invading hand as he pulls out to the knuckles then pushes back in. At the same time, he starts tonguing her clit again, rapid fire little licks that make her want to crawl out of her skin from the intensity of it. Kathryn bucks against him and cries out, "God fucking damnit Sebastian!"

He pulls off of her with a wet pop, "You like that?"

She whines in response, words failing her as he leisurely swipes his tongue against her while his fingers rub against her walls looking for hidden spots to drive her insane. "So, have you given any thought to Paris?" he asks casually as if they're at dinner and he isn't buried wrist deep inside her.

Looking down at him through glazed eyes she pants, "You're not asking me that now."

"Oh sis," he sing songs, his thumb tapping against the raised wall of her cunt once again. "What happened to that adventurous slut I know and love?"

"She's currently letting you put your whole fist inside her…AHHHHH!" Sebastian's fingers hit against some previously unexplored area sending a shot of pleasure shooting up her spine. "FUCK, keepdoingthat! Keepdoingthat!" she screams.

"This?" he taunts rubbing that spot even harder inside her. Kathryn's eyes prickle with tears from how intense it is. "Told you, you'd love it. Now I want you to squirt all over my hand. I want it running down my fucking wrist, got it?"

She's not really listening to him, too lost in her own pleasure. Sebastian fists her a little harder, every push into her cunt, his fingers tapping against her g-spot as his lips suckles her clit. When she finally, finally cums, it's not a quick explosion but rather a slow unwind, like untangling a knot. Pleasure erupts from her core, shooting through her entire being. Kathryn's body doesn't so much as jolt as it trembles—endlessly. The orgasm seems to drag on for minutes, her body shuddering non-stop as her mouth hangs open in a silent scream and tears run down her face. She's not sure how long it lasts or if she's even conscious when it finally stops. The next thing she's aware of is Sebastian removing his hand from her body then laying atop her, kissing her face. His mouth is covered in her juices, and she can feel the sheets beneath her soaked.

"What did you think?" he murmurs kissing her gently.

"That was…a lot," she tells him, trying to process. She runs a hand through her sweety hair, still hardly believing she let him do that and pants, "Fuck."

"I love being right," Sebatian crows pulling himself up. "By the way, you squirted all over the place."

"I know I can feel it." As she comes back to herself, she watches him straddle her and tug down his pajama bottoms, releasing his swollen cock and balls. He strokes himself as he looks down at her. Kathryn regards him with incredulity. "You're not fucking me after that."

"I'll settle for your mouth."

"Nobody settles for my mouth," she snipes sitting up on her elbows. She considers making him finish in his hand while she goes and takes a shower, however, given the fact that he just gave her the orgasm of her young life she figures the least she can do is suck him off.

Opening her mouth, Kathryn allows him to feed her the tip of his cock. She nurses on it, running her tongue teasingly against his piss hole before sucking it hard. Sebastian hisses and pulls back. Lifting his dick, he pushes his balls at her mouth. "Suck 'em," he orders thickly.

Kathryn does as she's told, sucking one nut into her mouth then releasing it with a filthy pop before taking the other one in her mouth. "Fuck that's it, harder baby," he pants, head titled back, his face drawn tight in pleasure. "So fucking good."

She sucks a little harder, enjoying the distinct taste of him before pulling her mouth away. Kathryn quickly puts his cock back in her mouth and leisurely blows him. This isn't enough for Sebastian. Grasping her hair he pushes further into her mouth. Her eyes shoot up to find him watching her with that familiar predatory gaze. "Be a nasty little slut for me sis and put all of this dick in your mouth," he tells her, thrusting further into her throat.

Kathryn tightens her lips around him and begins bobbing on him further, taking him almost to the root. Sebastian groans, releasing his hold on her, letting her take control while he reaches down to pinch and tug her nipples. She moans around his length. Despite her soreness she knows she's going to let him fuck her afterwards. Sucking cock has a way of doing that to her.

She's wondering where she's going to let him cum when suddenly a loud, obnoxious banging can be heard from downstairs. "Oh, what the fuck?" Sebastian grouses, head shooting up in the direction of the sound. "Who the hell is that?"

Kathryn pulls off him and stares at the door. "It couldn't be…"

"There's no way she knows we're—"

"KATHRYN! SEBASTIAN!" Cecile's annoying voice cries out from downstairs. "Are you guys here?!"

Sebastian throws his head back dramatically and releases a silent cry. "What the fuck is she doing here?!" he whispers loudly. Kathryn shrugs irritably as she slips out from under him. Immediately her stepbrother tries to stop her, guiding his hardon back to her mouth. "No fucking way. Finish!"

"Fine and while I'm doing that she'll come up here and find us and YOU can deal with her."

"Ugh!" he cries out in frustration.

Kathryn climbs out of the bed, wincing as her shaky legs threaten to give out. Fighting through it, she goes to the door and calls out, "Cecile, I'm on the phone. Stay there, I'll be down in a minute!"

"Okay!" she calls back, sounding a little strange but Kathryn doesn't dwell on it.

It's been a week since Cecile's deflowering and during that time she's managed to drive both her and Sebastian to the point of madness. The good news is Kathryn's plot to turn her into a teenage nympho was a roaring success. The bad news is the girl is completely insatiable. No matter how much she gets it—and she's getting it on a semi-hourly basis from not only them but several of Kathryn's more lascivious friends—she always wants more. She's like one of those greedy kids from Willy Wonka. Kathryn might have respected it, she being a fairly insatiable slut herself, but this is too much. It's gotten so bad the stepsiblings have been forced to flee to the cottage for sanctuary.

"How the hell did she even find us?" Sebastian shoves his hardon back into his pajama bottoms with a wince.

"Who knows? But I intend to find out." She tosses off her negligee for a longer, more modest one. God forbid she gives the little slut any ideas. "She was supposed to leave yesterday."

"Why didn't she?"

"Can't I stay a couple more days, Kathryn?" she mocks in a high-pitched falsetto. "I'm having so much fun! Maybe I can stay for the rest of the summer!" Kathryn shakes her head, "The fucking idiot doesn't know how to take a hint. We need to get rid of her."

"What we need to do it aim her in someone else's direction. I nominate the music teacher. From what I hear, he seems like he's in need of a good lay."

That had been the plan but Kathryn thinks they might be beyond that now. "I'm afraid she might eat the poor bastard alive."

"Well we have to do something. She's like an unfixed dog who can't stop humping the furniture."

Kathryn snickers as she slips into her robe. "Funny, mother said the same thing about you when you hit puberty."

He smiles sarcastically in response. Kathryn nods at his erection still tenting his pants. "You better take care of that. She's liable to jump you when she sees it."

Sebastian rolls his eyes then waves his hand at her, signaling her to leave. Kathryn does just that heading down the stairs of the two story cottage to find Cecile sitting in the living room, curled up on the plush white sofa crying. "Cecile, what's wrong?" she asks, hurrying down to join her.

The younger girls looks up, face filled with tears. "Where have you been?!" she whines. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Rolling her eyes as she tightens her robe around herself, Kathryn plops down beside her on the couch and lies, "I had to attend a benefit last night and decided to stay here so as to not disturb anyone. How did you find me?"

"One of the maids said you might be here," she hiccups.

Kathryn makes a mental note to find out who squealed and have them fired.

Cupping her face she asks tenderly, "Cecile what's wrong, why are you crying?"

"It's my mom!" she sobs. "She called me this morning and, and—"

"And what?" she snaps in irritation.

"And she found the l-letters Ronald sent me! She's so mad! She told me she fired him, and I'm not allowed to see him anymore!" Cecile throws herself into her arms and sobs on her shoulder. Kathryn rolls her eyes but allows it, petting her hair in comfort. She's not particularly shocked by Cecile's news. The girl has absolutely no talent for subterfuge.

Wondering how to use this latest development to her advantage Kathryn asks, "And is she making you come home?"

"Yes, she says she can no longer trust me. She's taking me home and then she's making me go to Court's party tonight. My life is over!"

Kathryn's ears perk up at this. "What party?"

She shrugs. "I don't know, he's having some stupid party in the Hamptons, with kids from school I think. I got an invitation for it last week."

"As did I," Sebastian announces as he comes trotting down the stairs, now dressed in his wrinkled suit from last night, sans hardon.

Kathryn frowns. She knows nothing about any party. Easily a first. Her agitation must show on her face as her stepbrother taunts, "That's strange you didn't receive an invitation Kathryn. Must have gotten lost in the mail."

She glares at him then turns her attention back on Cecile a new plan already taking root in her brain. "Cecile I don't want you to worry about this. I promised to help you with Ronald and I always honor my promises."

Sebastian snorts disdainfully across the coffee table. Kathryn shoots him a look but Cecile doesn't notice. She's too overcome with gratitude. Throwing her arms around her she squeals, "Thank you Kathryn! I knew I could count on you!"

Prying her off, Kathryn straightens up then tells her firmly, "Okay, first things first you need to stop crying. When you see your mom later, apologize for lying to her so she doesn't suspect anything, got it?" She nods emphatically. "Next, I want you to go back to the house and write Ronald a love letter asking him to come to the party, then Sebastian and I will deliver it to him later today."

"Okay! Thank you so much Kathryn!" Cecile jumps off of the couch and heads for the door but not before giving Sebastian a giant hug that makes him scowl and squirm.

When she finally leaves Kathryn sighs and rolls her eyes. Sebastian slumps down onto the opposite couch. "What was all that about?"

"Apparently mommy found Cecile's letters and is banning her from seeing the music teacher. It appears my plan has been accelerated. Court Reynolds is going down—tonight." Rising up from the couch she tells him, "It's time we go introduce ourselves to Mr. Ronald Clifford."

"Yeah, I'm going to pass," he sighs. "I agreed to pop the little dipshits cherry. That's where this ends. I've had about enough of Cecile fucking Caldwell to last a lifetime."

Kathryn greets this news with an indifferent shrug. "Fine, I'll have Benny drive me into town then. I don't need you for the rest of this anyway."

As she starts up the stairs Sebastian calls to her, "And how do intend on getting into that party?"

Shit. Kathryn forgot about that. It looks like she needs the asshole after all, not that she has any intention of telling him that. Spinning around she says, "I'll just have one of the girls bring me." She heads up the stairs only to stop again. "Oh, and just so know Sebastian, I don't think I'm going to feel like sucking cock until Court has been dealt with. Sorry."

His indifferent look slides off his face as Kathryn flounces up the stairs and back into the bedroom. She takes a seat at the vanity and admires her reflection as she internally counts down in her head. By the time she's made it to twelve, the bedroom door flies open and an annoyed Sebastian storms in. "Alright bitch, what's the plan?"

---

"You're very sexy in your riding clothes Miss Hargrove."

Annette blushes at her boyfriend's words and even though she agrees with him that these clothes, tight riding pants, knee high boots, snug button up shirt, are slightly more sexy than her usual jeans and t-shirt she laughs it off telling him, "You're full of shit Mr. Valmont."

"I'm full of something," he groans before rolling his hips against hers. Annette whimpers at the feel of his erection straining against the fabric of his snug pants. She anxiously wonders if he intends to fuck her here in the stables with the door wide open where anyone could find them.

"Um Sebastian," she breathes, "Maybe we shouldn't do this here."

He licks his lips as his intense stare bears down on her at the same time his fingers, currently shoved down her pants and working her pussy over, speed up. "You want me to stop?"

Rationally she does. This is stupid, doing this out in public, so brazen like. She's just asking to get caught. However, her body has a mind of its own these days and currently it's telling her to let him fuck her stupid. To hell with anyone finding them.

Jesus, get over yourself already and just let Valmont do what Valmont does best, the Kathryn who lives in her head sneers. You'll thank me later.

Annette shakes her head as she grinds against his fingers. He has two rapidly fucking her pussy while his dexterous thumb rubs hard little circles against her clit. When Sebastian ducks down to kiss her again, Annette eagerly kisses him back, her tongue dipping into his mouth while her hand grips his shoulder. As they pull apart, he's saying something to her, but Annette doesn't really hear it. She's too distracted by the sight of someone watching them. Standing across the stables, leaning against the tact room door is Dominic.

Her breath momentarily catches in her throat, and she knows she should alert Sebastian, make him stop, but she doesn't. It probably has something to do with the way the older man's smirking at her. Part lecherous, part wryly amused. When his bites at his lip and tilts his head slightly, she finds herself grinding against Sebastian fingers harder, more insistent. That familiar heat begins to gather in her belly signaling she's almost there.

Then suddenly it happens. It's not Sebastian who's working her pussy over, but the beefy stable hand. It's Dominic whispering filthy things in her ear, telling her how wet she is, how hard she's making him and all the while he's looking at her, just as he is now, like he wants to make a meal of her.

"Oh god, fuck," Annette pants, as she feels herself succumbing to her orgasm. Her cunt tightens and she arches against the rough, wooden wall as pleasure washes over her body. Almost on instinct she buries her head on Sebastian's shoulder before remembering their audience. By the time she looks up she finds Dominic has turned his attention back to the horses in the other stall.

"You okay?" Sebastian murmurs against her.

"Mm-hmm," she hums before nodding her head towards the stable boy indicating their audience, less Sebastian get any ideas about her returning the favor. He looks back at him and rolls him eyes, but otherwise doesn't seem particularly bothered at the thoughts that they might have been spotted. Asshole. Sebastian licks his digits clean then winks at her before exiting the stall.

Annette fixes herself up as best she can before following him out. She can feel her cheeks heat with embarrassment. "Yo, stable boy," Sebastian calls out, sounding every inch the entitled rich boy, he is. "I think you need to check the hooves on Claudius, look at this."

As the two men examine the horse and discuss, Annette tries to calm her rapidly beating heart, reminding herself that this is what she wanted. Well, without Sebastian that is. When she got up this morning, she had decided this would be the day she would finally work up the courage to talk to Dominic. Annette had forgone her normal riding outfit for something sexier, something Kathryn would wear. But then Sebastian had shown up and invited himself along before she could even approach Dominic. Unbelievable. The boy has barely acknowledged her the past couple days, too busy nailing Cecile or Kathryn or whomever and now suddenly he decides he wants to play boyfriend. He's likely up to something again. Well, she will not allow him to distract her from her task this time.

When Sebastian becomes absorbed by something on his phone and wanders away, Annette takes the opportunity to sidle up to the horse Dominic is examining. Rubbing its mane she remarks, "She's beautiful."

"That she is." Dominic straightens up, his gaze traveling up her body before landing on her face. Eyes dark and intense, he asks with a knowing lilt, "Did you enjoy your ride, Miss Hargrove?"

He most certainly isn't referring to the horse. Trying her best to keep from blushing she meets his stare and smiles, "It was okay."

"We can do better than okay," he drawls in his deep seductive murmur, and she swears she can feel it all the way to her core. Oh God, is he flirting with her? Could this really be that easy?

Annette wets her lips and is about to ask him what he has in mind, when goddamn Sebastian wanders back over and then Dominic takes the reigns and leads the horse away. She stares after him bereft.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

Annette blinks up at her boyfriend, realizing he's been speaking to her and once again she's tuned him out. "I'm sorry I have a lot on my mind. What were you saying?"

"There's a party tonight, in the Hamptons. Nothing serious, just some kids from school. You want to go? I can finally introduce everyone to my girlfriend."

There's a horrifying thought. Although she knows it probably would be a good idea to get to know some different people from school, Annette's not sure some debauched party where everyone is drinking, and likely drugging is the place to do it. Not to mention she isn't exactly eager to announce to everyone she is 'dating' Sebastian.

Gazing at Dominic as he tends to the horses she tells Valmont, "Sorry but I don't think I can. Um, my mom is planning to call me tonight to discuss the new house. Interior design stuff. You know, window treatments, furniture, paint colors."

"Sounds enlightening," he quips wrapping his arms around her. "You sure you can't blow it off for another time?"

"I really can't. We can do our big debut another night, right?"

"Sure." He kisses her briefly, his expression is blank, but she thinks she sees suspicion in his eyes. Annette shrugs it off, she has bigger concerns right now. Like seducing Dominic.

This is the perfect moment. Sebastian and Kathryn both out of the house, nothing to distract her. She'll come to him tonight and make her move. Assuming she doesn't chicken out. Oh god, can she actually do this? Does she really want to?

My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible.

Vivien's work filter through her brain and she finds herself grinning into Sebastian's shoulder. Why the fuck not?

---

"Something is going on with Annette." Sebastian is backing his jag into an illegal parking spot in front of Julliard when he finally gets around to voicing his recent suspicions regarding the headmaster's daughter. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was up to something."

Not surprisingly, his stepsister is dismissive towards his concerns. "Please" Kathryn huffs while examining her reflection in the passenger side mirror, "The girl is too boring to have any secrets."

Throwing the car into park, he levels a look at her. "I invited her to the party tonight and she turned me down."

Kathryn's face scrunches up in distaste. "Why on earth would you do that?"

"What better time to introduce her to our insufferably idiotic peers? When I walk in with the headmaster's daughter everyone would know I nailed her, making it that much sweeter when I decimate her reputation at the gala."

"Yeah, has it occurred to you that's probably why she didn't want to go? Spending the evening with a bunch of drunk assholes asking if she gave it up to the school fuckboy is probably not the way she wants to spend an evening. I actually don't blame her."

She makes a good point, but even still, Sebastian can't shake the feeling that something more is going on with her. Annette was acting off all day, starting with the fact that she genuinely didn't seem to want him to go riding with her that afternoon. "But what if she—"

"Ugh, Sebastian, can we put little Dorothy on the back burner for the time being?" Kathryn grouses with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "We have more pressing concerns at the moment."

He wants to argue further but she's already exiting the car. Sebastian follows after her, ignoring the meter maid who's pathetically trying to explain to them why they can't park there. He cares, really he does. The pair enter the large chrome and glass triangular building then stop at the main desk to inquire after the music teacher. The middle-aged woman working there is hesitant at first about giving out student information, but a few flattering words out of Kathryn's dulcet purr and she's looking up Ronald's schedule for them. As she hands it over Sebastian notes with amusement the way her eyes drink the two of them in. He has to admit they do make a rather fetching pair in their complimentary ensembles and shades.

They head to one of the auditoriums and find a full orchestra performing Shubert no.8. Standing on the upper balcony, Sebastian leans against the railing while his gaze sweeps over the musicians trying to figure out which one is their target. They all look so impossibly boring.

Kathryn leans in and whispers, "Second cello from the left."

He zeroes in on a black kid playing the cello, his admittedly handsome face drawn in tight concentration. Sebastian snickers. "Oh, Mrs. Caldwell must love that."

Sebastian glances over to find his stepsister watching Ronald with a ravenous look in her eyes. "You have to admit he's rather cute."

"Careful sis, I can smell you from here."

"Don't be crude."

"May I remind you, we're trying to get Cecile laid, not you."

They share a look before turning back to the musicians. Luckily it doesn't drag on much longer as Sebastian is already getting restless five minutes in. When the class finally breaks up, they lay in wait for their prey to pass by. Naturally, Kathryn is the one to make introductions.

"Ronald Clifford?"

He pauses, does a double take at the two of them. "Yeah?"

"Hello, my name is Kathryn Merteuil. I'm a friend of Cecile's."

His face which was drawn in concern relaxes into a big grin as he shakes her hand. "Oh, of course, Cecile talks about you all the time." It doesn't go unnoticed the way the dork's eyes rake over her in appreciation.

"She's very sweet. This is my stepbrother Sebastian. As you probably know she's been staying with us this past week. We have a letter from Cecile."

Sebastian comes to stand beside Kathryn at the railing, his arm circling her waist, hand casually resting against her hip as she hands over the letter. Ronald wastes no time tearing into it. His expression is one of pure elation as he reads. Sebastian can't imagine anyone ever being that desperate to hear what simple minded Cecile Caldwell had to say. God help him if he ever becomes that pathetic.

"Wow, I never knew she had these kinds of feelings!"

"You're a lucky guy," Sebastian says in his most earnest tone.

"What do I do?"

"Well Ronald, I think Cecile's feeling a little…insecure about your feelings for her. I mean after her mother found those letters she really let her have it. I think she's a little concerned you might not think it's worth it to see her anymore," Kathryn tells him.

The musician frowns and shakes his head. "Of course I want to be with her. I love her. There's no way I'm going to let her bigoted mother tell me what I can do."

Kathryn grins. "Glad to hear it."

"So Ronald, there's a party tonight in the Hamptons hosted by Court Reynolds—"

"Reynolds? Isn't that the guy Mrs. Caldwell is making Cecile date?"

"That's the one. Since Mrs. Caldwell now has Cecile under lock and key it might be the only opportunity for you two to see each other." Sebastian hands over his invitation. "Give this at the door and if they ask your name is Nate Ashmore."

"I need an invitation to get into a keg party?"

"Court's father is senator Garrett Reynolds. They're kind of big on security."

Ronald takes the invitation, his face drawn in concern. "Wait, you want me to crash her boyfriend's party? Aren't I just asking to get my ass kicked? There's no way he'll leave her alone all night."

"We'll keep him busy," they tell him in unison. Sebastian cringes internally. Shit. Yeah, that didn't sound too suspicious.

Ronald looks back and forth between them, eyes narrowing warily. "Why are you guys doing this?"

"Because…"

"Because he want to see Cecile happy," Kathryn purrs in her most seductive tone. Moving in close she slides her hands up his chest and coos suggestively, "You'd make her happy. You'd make any girl happy."

Jesus Christ. He can practically see the poor kids woodie from here. Wanting to put a stop to this before he cums in his pants, Sebastian presses his forgotten cello against him hard and smiles tightly. Ronald seems to snap out of Kathryn's thrall, looking back and forth between them again uneasily. "And you're sure she'll be there?"

"Most definitely," Kathryn assures him.

"Okay, then tell her I'll be there." Picking up his instrument he nods and tells them, "Thanks."

As they watch him exit the theater Sebastian asks, "Think he bought it?"

"Who cares? So long as he shows." Slipping her sunglasses back on she looks back at him and grins. "Come along brother dearest. We have a party to crash."

---

This might be a monumentally stupid idea. As Annette makes her way to the stables in the dark she not for the first time that evening begins to second guess her decision. Maybe she should have just gone to the party with Sebastian. At least that she could handle. For some reason the prospect of charming a bunch of her rich asshole peers doesn't fill her with nearly the same dread as talking to Dominic does. However, just thinking his name a delightfully naughty tingle works its way through her body and she knows despite her apprehension, she very much wants to do this. Time to sack up Hargrove.

When she arrives at the stables, the lights are on, but it's decidedly quiet. Frowning, Annette walks around, calling out, "Hello? Anybody here?"

A moment later the office door opens and Dominic emerges. Annette jumps, momentary startled by his presence. Whoa, he takes up the whole door frame, she marvels.

He looks genuinely surprised to see her there. "Miss Hargrove, can I help you with something?"

"Um yeah, actually. For starters, it's Annette," she tells him with more confidence than she feels. "And second, I'd like to go for a ride."

"Right now? I don't think that's a great idea. It's dark, the terrain can be dangerous at night. I'd hate for anything to happen to you out there."

Annette laughs, "With all due respect, I grew up on a horse farm. I used to go ridding at night by myself all the time. And it was a lot more rustic than this place." Stepping closer to him, hands on her hips she exclaims, "I'm an excellent rider."

"I bet you are," he intones suggestively. Dominic's gaze sweeps over her as if he's picturing her without clothes on. Annette blushes but stands her ground. "Tell you what, why don't I go with you. I'm just about done for the night, and I'd like to take a final ride before leaving."

Yes!

Despite her excitement she plays it cool. "I don't need a babysitter," she smiles. "I'm a big girl."

"I'll be the judge of that," he says with a wolfish grin before turning to gather the horses. As he leads out a pretty, sandy colored thoroughbred named Cordelia, Dominic asks, "So where's that boyfriend of yours tonight?"

"He went to a party." And just because she's curious how he'll react she adds, "With his sister."

She notices his mouth twist in a wry grin at that. Annette wonders if he suspects the stepsiblings are fucking. "And you didn't go with?"

"Not my scene"

He nods. "Mine neither. All right, up you go." Annette lets out a squeal of surprise when the beefy guy lifts her and practically sits her on the horse single handedly. God, he picked her up like she was nothing. She imagines how he could toss her around in bed and she squirms against her saddle.

I hope you did your stretches Hargrove, Kathryn snipes in her head while Annette's clit pulsates needily against the rough fabric of her jeans. Her need for him gets even worse when she watches him mount his giant steed bareback in one fluid motion. Sweet Jesus, I'm going to be masturbating to that image for the rest of the summer.

Snapping the reigns, he breaks her out of her horny spell with a laugh. "Alright girlie," he calls back to her, "Let's see what you're made of."

---

"Oh God, is that Emma Rothchild?"

"It appears that semester spent at the Dunes has not only cured her pill addiction but her cystic acne as well."

"Not to mention her sizeable ass."

"She's almost fuckable now."

"Well, at the very least she'll no longer have to stoop to pulling trains in the boys dormitory for attention."

"I guess that means less competition for you sis."

"Eat a dick, Sebastian."

"Not tonight. I have my eye on something sweeter." Sebastian zeroes in on beautiful redhead with giant tits.

"Gag"

"I certainly hope so."

Rolling her eyes Kathryn sips her vodka tonic as she stares down at the party currently in full swing. Standing beside Sebastian on the second floor balcony they survey their kingdom like the royalty they are. Everywhere you look there is some kind of cliched teenage debauchery on display. However, as its still relatively early, things have yet to get really raunchy. In a few hours, when everyone gets bored with their pg-13 drugs they'll break out the hardcore stuff and things will get really messy. Kathryn needs her plan to fall into place before that happens. She'll need all eyes on their host to be relatively sober.

Of course, right now all eyes are on her and Sebastian. This isn't surprising, more par for the course really given their respective reputations. They're both accustomed to being the most important people in the room at least among their peer group. The attentions undoubtedly amplified though thanks to the events of the summer. In Sebastian's case everyone's gossiping about his supposed new relationship and if he's really off the market. At the bottom of the staircase, Kathryn spots a small group of slutty junior girls plotting to seduce him while across the way Court's college age sister makes puppy eyes at him, likely thinking there are new depths to him undiscovered during their weeklong tryst during winter break. The gross part is Annette or no Annette, most of these bitches would agree to go to bed with him if he so much as nods in their direction. Raise your standards ladies.

As for herself, everyone of course is discussing her presence at that party. Kathryn might have appeared pathetic, crashing her ex's soiree, but thanks to the tireless work of her minions that is far from the case. She's managed to spin the narrative in her favor. Turns out it was she who dumped Court just as everyone suspected all along. After all, it's much more believable that she'd dump Court for a prince than Court dumping her for the likes of Cecile Caldwell. Now all anyone could talk about was how gracious she is to attend Court's little party and how kind and welcoming she's been to Cecile. All doing it while looking stunning in her little black Gucci dress. Forget Marcia Brady, she's the goddamn Princess Diana of Manchester Prep.

Kathryn has mostly kept her distance from her ex. She greeted him when she arrived and said hello to Cecile (who thankfully didn't try to hug her). She could tell he had been genuinely surprised to see her but of course good breeding kept his manners in check. After that, she mostly watched from the shadows as Court paraded his new girlfriend around. Cecile looked bored and restless until Ronald finally showed up. That had been nearly an hour ago. Since then Kathryn had lost track of them and has grown increasingly restless.

"Christ I'm bored," she sighs, finishing off her drink.

"You won't be for long." Sebastian nods towards something on the first floor. It's Court, standing off to the side, face drawn in anger as he reads something. It's Cecile's letter they 'accidentally' left for him to find. Excellent.

"Where's Cecile?"

"She disappeared with the music teacher in an upstairs bedroom about fifteen minutes ago."

"Well then, I believe that's my cue to go mend some fences."

"While you're doing that I'm going to get better acquainted with that luscious red head who's been eye fucking me for the past ten minutes." He grins. "I'm curious to see what she's willing to do to talk me out of monogamy."

She follows her stepbrother's line of sight to the redhead. Kathryn agrees she is indeed spectacularly beautiful but likely easy as hell. He'll get bored in an hour.

"Good luck. Just make sure you remember to—"

"I'm on it."

He waves her off and starts away when Kathryn calls out just low enough for him to hear. "Oh Sebastian, try not to exhaust yourself too much. I'm going to need you to fuck me unconscious when this is all over."

He cocks a brow, his pout twisting into a knowing grin before raising his glass in a salute. She watches him head down the stairs to introduce himself to his new friend. Kathryn then heads off down the opposite staircase. It doesn't take long to locate her ex, loitering by the booze spread out on his mother's credenza. Perfect. She is in desperate need of a refill.

Saddling up she greets him with an easy, "Hey Court."

Court, who's easily a foot taller than her, blinks down at her in surprise. "Um, hey Kathryn," he replies uneasily, his gaze staring back at the party as if looking for someone. "I didn't expect to see you tonight." It's the WASP way of saying bitch, why are you here?

Fixing her expression into a look of remorsefulness she tells him, "I'm sorry for just showing up like this, but I wanted to talk to you and apologize for how we left things."

His brow raises in surprise and he lets out an incredulous laugh. "YOU want to apologize?"

"Is that really so hard to believe?"

"The last time I saw you, you threw a vase at my head and called me a limp-dick nazi asshole, so yeah." To prove his point, he pulls back his hair showing the small scar the vase left in its wake. Pussy.

Kathryn steps forward and gently touches his wound. Court takes a step back in fear but stops when she presses a hand to his chest. "I really am sorry about that. What can I say? I was in a bad place. I was hoping we could forget about all that and just be friends."

"Friends?" he scoffs incredulously. "What, are you up to something?"

Pulling her hand away she affects a look of hurt. "Forget it."

She starts away only for him to pull her back. "Wait, I'm sorry. I just…was taken aback. I'd like it if we could still be friends." She just bet he does. With popular opinion swaying in her favor, they both know it would be social suicide for him not to remain cordial with her.

She beams up at him before turning her attention back on fixing her drink. Kathryn purposely limits her booze intake, but she doesn't let Court see that. She wants him to think she's tipsy.

"Cecile says you've been super nice to her," Court remarks, filling his own glass. "And I appreciate you not telling her about us."

As if I did that for you. "Of course, it's in the past. Cecile really is a sweet girl."

"Yeah, she is. So, is it true you're dating some prince?"

"Prince Philip of Austria. He's great." She frowns. "Unfortunately, he's out of the country until the end of August."

"That sucks."

She nods, allowing herself to drift closer to him "Yeah, you know how lonely I get." Lonely of course is code for horny, as he damn well knows.

"I remember," he mutters, his eyes gazing down at her cleavage hungrily. After a beat he shakes it off and tells her, "Uh, I should get back to the party. I need to find Cecile and talk about a few things with her." He stares down at the note in his hand before shoving it in his pocket.

Looping her arm around his she says, "Why don't we go catch up. I want to hear all about your families trip to Greece. I'm sure we'll run into Cecile."

Kathryn drags him back to the party where they end up on a chesterfield in the den, all cozy with Court babbling on about his summer vacation while his hand lingers on her thigh, and they share a flask. Cecile never does show up.

After twenty minutes or so Kathryn gets him upstairs. All thoughts of his dipshit girlfriend have left his tiny brain as they make-out hot and heavy in his sister's pepto bismol pink bedroom. He's got his hand under her dress and tugging her panties down her legs while he searches his pockets for a condom. He won't need one.

Opening her legs obscenely wide as she lazes about the bed, swilling from his flask, Kathryn coos, "Court, go down on me."

In pauses in his search for a condom, looking down at her with drunken, hazy eyes. "Mmm Kat I was thinking we could do something a little more mutually fulfilling."

A selfish asshole to the end.

Kathryn pretends to pout as she slips a hand between her legs and plays with herself. He loves that of course, all men do. "Please," she whines fingering her pussy. "I'm so horny and you're sooo good at it." A goddamn whopper of a lie.

Stroking his ego is all it takes, and he forgets about servicing his mediocre dick for the moment. Court does as asked and begins eating her out. As anticipated, he's awful at it. He couldn't find her clit with a map and a fucking flashlight. Kathryn's is dangerously close to drying up but luckily this won't last long. Less than ten minutes into it, she let's her head loll back and sleepily closes her eyes, pretending to pass out. Of course, it takes Court another five minutes to even notice.

"Kathryn? Kat? Kathryn?" Hovering over her he strokes her face then shakes her none too gently. "Goddammit," he grouses. "You gotta be shitting me."

Of course, the idiotic neanderthal doesn't stop for a moment to question this or wonder if perhaps she's getting back at him for the time he passed out on her when she blew him in his Porche.

She waits for him to take his leave but she should have known better. Not one to be denied where his dick is concerned, she hears the familiar rustle of a belt buckle opening. Shit, he fucking better not…

Just when Kathryn's starting to get anxious that she might have to pretend to sleep through her own date rape, they're interrupted by a phone chiming. Perfect timing Valmont. A moment later, Court climbs off of her. She hears him shuffling around before making his exit. When the coast is clear, Kathryn pops up and smirks. Showtime.

---

I'm in the bedroom next to the billiards room. Come find me.

Sebastian considers adding a winky emoji, that seems like Cecile's style, but he can't bring himself to do it. Even pretending to be someone else, he has standards.

"Who are you texting?" The redhead, who he discovered is a senior at Spence named Annabelle, pouts prettily beside him on the bed while her hand idles on his thigh.

"Just my girlfriend," he lies easily, tucking the stolen cellphone into his jacket.

She gives a thoughtful tip of her head as she scootches closer to him. "You really love Angela, don't you?"

"Annette," he corrects, "And yes I do. In fact, I shouldn't even be here." Sebastian squeezes the bridge of his nose before getting to his feet. "I'm sorry Annabelle but I can't do this."

He doesn't make it even halfway to the door before she's pulling him back to the bed and then straddling his lap. Sebastian's amused by her desperation and her less than subtle seduction methods. Annabelle starts kissing him again, practically shoving her tongue down his throat as she rakes her nails down his chest. Sebastian gives a little half-hearted protest, jerking away from her mouth. "We really shouldn't do this," he tells her earnestly even as his hand starts to grope her ass. "I'm in love with someone else."

Annabelle takes his hand and guides it to her breast. "That's so hot," she coos before smashing her lips against his. She's going for his crotch next, rubbing on his dick like the horny little sex kitten she is.

"Annabelle, I'm not sure about this," he protests. "You're really beautiful and sexy, but I don't think I can do this."

The words barely leave his lips when she's throwing her top over her head causing her delicious, braless titties to bounce free. Fuck me. They are perfect. Running her finger down her breast, she toys with her nipple and husks, "Are you sure?"

"Jesus," he laughs. "You're really something."

"I feel even better," she tells him guiding his hands to her tits. Just as advertised, she feels incredible. Sebastian freely gropes the double D, all natural beauties. In a couple years, when gravity does it's thing, they'll sag and be considerably less attractive, but now at the height of her youth they stand tall and firm like any modern marvel. "You know my friend Megan said you were, like, the best she's ever had."

"That's behind me now," he sighs regrettably while he squeezes her harder, pinching her nipple. "I've changed, matured. Sex is no longer the most important thing in my life."

The redhead whimpers, squirming in his lap. "I wouldn't tell anyone," she tells him. "I promise."

"It just doesn't feel right…"

"Then let me make if feel right," she whispers against his mouth. "Please, Sebastian."

There it is, the word he's been waiting for. The challenge when they entered the bedroom wasn't to get her to acquiesce to sex, but to beg for it. In under twenty minutes, he's got arguably the hottest girl at this party, sinking to her knees, practically drooling for the privilege of sucking his cock. Shit, he should have gotten a girlfriend a while ago.

Of course, this is as much her victory as it is his. Annabelle wants to be the girl who lured Sebastian Valmont back to his wicked, wicked ways. Later, she'll brag to her friends about their hook-up and if anyone asks him about it, he'll deny it. In the end, the truth won't matter. It will only add to his mystique.

Annabelle pulls his cock from his slacks, cooing and praising how big he is, how hard, how she can't wait to taste him. Sebastian continues to put up a half-hearted attempt to stop her until she finally wraps those luscious cocksucker lips around him. Fuck yeah. It's good, like any other expensive decadent treat. However, he'll be the first to admit he's gotten a little spoiled with Kathryn's epic blow jobs. It soon becomes apparent that Red isn't as advanced in giving head or maybe just not as talented. She can only take him half way into her mouth. Sebastian's tempted for a minute to force her down the rest of the way, but, as he intends to fuck her after (no way he's missing the sight of those incredible tits bouncing all over the place) he doesn't want to do anything that could jeopardize that.

"Ah god…" he groans, letting his hand slide into her hair. "You're really good at that…don't be afraid to get a little sloppy with it sweetheart…"

Her big blue eyes lock on his as she hums around him, the vibrations shooting straight to his balls. Doing as asked she starts bobbing harder, slurping obscenely on his meat. Sebastian reaches down and plays with her titty. She moans around him, going even faster, edging him further into her throat. Now, we're talking.

Suddenly, there's a loud bang coming from the hallway, followed by shouting. Sebastian glances up at the door and grimaces. Fuck, Reynolds has shitty timing. Perhaps she wouldn't notice. When the voices grow louder, Annabelle pulls off of him, looking back at the door. "What's going on?"

"Who cares?" he replies irritably, attempting to shove his erection back into her mouth. But she is already getting to her feet, throwing her shirt back on. You gotta be fucking kidding me! Why can't anyone finish their blowjobs?! "Where are you going?"

"I wanna see what's going on." She grabs his hand, pulling him up, "Come on!"

Sebastian has just enough time to shove his dick back into his pants before they're out the door. He of course already knows what is unfolding as he's spent the evening orchestrating it. Cecile snuck off with Ronald, Court found her letter and now suspects she's cheating on him and thanks to the text Sebastian sent on Cecile's stollen cellphone, he has found him. Sebastian can guess how the scene will play out and he's already bored to tears by it. Still, he'll observe the spectacle along with everyone else.

They watch as Court drags a whining Cecile down the stairs with an irate Ronald following after. When they get to the first floor Ronald tries to tug Cecile out of her boyfriends grasp which leads to the two guys shoving each other and threatening to kick one another's ass. The crowd closes in, cellphones at the ready, but of course no one intervenes. Everyone's hungry for blood.

"Get your hands off her!" Ronald yells.

"YOU do not get to tell me what to do BOY!" Court sneers shoving him away. "How the hell did you get in here anyway?!"

"Don't worry I'm just leaving WITH Cecile."

He attempts to jerk the young girl free of his grasp only for Court to tug her back. "Oh she's not going anywhere, but you are. Back to jail!"

"Back to jail?! I attend Julliard you racist half-wit!"

"Let go of me Court!" Cecile attempts to squirm out of his grip but he won't release her.

"You're not going anywhere. Just wait until your mother hears what you've been up to you little slut," Court cruelly sneers.

This is enough for Ronald to take action. He punches Court, sending him careening against a table, knocking over a lamp. The crowd waits for him to fire back only to be left disappointed when he merely wipes his bloody nose and huffs, "Thanks, my lawyer liked that."

"Then you can have him send me the bill. Come on Cecile."

They head for the door, only for Court to once again pull her back. "Don't even think about it."

The two boys literally begin to tug at her until Cecile finally erupts. "LET GO OF ME COURT! GOD!" she manages to shove him off her with surprising force. Eyes lit with anger she rips into him. "LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M SO SICK OF YOU ALWAYS TELLING ME WHAT TO DO! YOU ARE NOT MY BOYFRIEND COURT! I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU! I NEVER DID! YOU'RE BORING AND A BAD KISSER AND YOUR DICK IS SO, SO SMALL! THE ONLY REASON I WAS EVEN GOING OUT WITH YOU IS BECAUSE MY MOM MADE ME! YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING LOSER! UGH!"

The crowd titters in amusement, some gasping although Sebastain finds it hard to believe that this is really that shocking. Court is a decent looking guy, who's coasted by on his father's name and money. He's the very definition of mediocre.

Court tries to rally up some kind of comeback shouting at her that she's a slut and damaged goods but Cecile and Ronald are already out the door and half way down the drive. Turning back to face the crowd, nose bloody, pride crushed he growls "What the fuck are you looking at, huh?!" When one bold kid continues to record him, Court shoves him. "Get the fuck away from me!"

Someone is the crowd shouts, "PUSSY!"

Everyone laughs, with a few others throwing their own chants in before Court stomps from the room, likely off to lick his wounds with a bottle of tequila. "That was insane," the redhead, who he had nearly forgotten about giggles in his ear. "No wonder your sister dumped him."

Ah, yes, sis. Sebastain eyes sweep the party searching her out cause he knows sure as his red headed friend likely swallows, Kathryn is somewhere watching. It takes him a moment but he eventually locates her on the second floor, leaning against a pillar, mostly obscured by a gaggle of girls. There's a smirk on her face, she's clearly relishing her victory. Kathryn's never sexier than after a win. Well, maybe after a good cum. Sebastian wonders if she was serious about that fucking her unconscious thing. He looks forward to finding out.

Everything went according to plan. Not only did she destroy Court's little summer romance, but she also managed to decimate his pride and take a sizeable swing at his reputation. However, people, especially teenagers, have short memories. Mediocre though he may be, Court is from a powerful, influential family and it won't be hard for him to find a replacement Cecile. Sebastian wonders if Kathryn is considering this and is plotting accordingly.

For tonight at least, he is the laughing stock of the Upper East Side. That will be enough to satiate her. For now.

Speaking of satiating…

"Want to go back to the room?" Annabelle whispers into his ear while pressing her breasts against him.

"Lead the way."

---

"Well, I stand corrected Miss Hargrove. You are one hell of a rider."

Annette dismounts from her horse, flushed and a little breathless. Pulling her hair out of its ponytail, she laughs, "We should have wagered on it."

Taking her horse by the reigns Dominic guides it back to the stall, smiling wryly over his shoulder at her. "I'm afraid you wouldn't get much. I'm only a lowly stable hand after all."

"What makes you think I'm after your money?" Realizing just how suggestive that sounded, Annette blushes and stares at her feet.

Dominic comes to stand in the doorway of the stall, his massive frame taking up the whole space as he looks down at her with a knowing stare that makes her pussy pulse with need. Voice low and dangerous he asks, "What are you after?"

She somehow works up the courage to look him in the eye and gives a little shrug before pathetically answering, "Bragging rights?"

He laughs easily as he crosses over to the office. She watches him as he takes a couple of bottle waters out of the mini fridge and hands her one. "You know I find it hard to believe you're with Valmont."

"I find it hard to believe myself at times," she mutters darkly.

"I mean you just seem too smart to fall for his bullshit."

Annette gets momentarily distracted by the sight of Dominic gulping down the water, his throat muscles working visibly as he does. She doesn't know why she finds it so attractive. Taking a small sip of her own water she tells him, "It's complicated."

"So, not true love I take it?"

"Hardly"

She edges closer to him, using the excuse to set down her water bottle on the rail he's leaning on. She can feel Dominics hot stare on her as she turns around. Slowly his gaze drags down her body and he wets his lips. "You didn't seem like you minded his attention this afternoon when he had you pressed up against the stall."

Annette blinks back at him. She knows in this moment she should probably blush in embarrassment at the acknowledgement that she'd see her. But she doesn't. Something inside her, something braver, bolder, more Kathryn like takes over as she tells him. "Maybe I'm just using him for sex."

Dominic's brows raise in surprise and before he can form a pithy reply, Annette's grabbing him by his flannel shirt and tugging him into a kiss. He's momentarily surprised at first and for the briefest moment she's second guessing herself but then he's kissing her back. His strong hands clutch her waist as his mouth works against hers. The feel of his beard brushing her cheek is a sensation she's unfamiliar with but intrigued by at the same time. However, before things can progress further, he's pulling back.

"Wait, wait, wait," he tells her, breathless, hands on her shoulders pushing her back. "We shouldn't do this. Um, how old are you?"

"Eighteen," she lies. Dominic gives her a look like he knows she's full of shit. She makes a face. "I will be in October. How old are you?"

"Old enough to know better." He shakes his head "Yeah, this is a bad idea, Annette. I could get into some serious trouble if we were to do anything. Look, you are beautiful and sweet and an amazing girl, but this can't happen."

You didn't seem to mind when it was Kathryn tugging your fly open, she thinks bitterly.

Closing the distance between them, she places a hand against his hard chest. God, he's just all muscle. "Dominic, I would never tell anyone. I have no interest in getting you in trouble or anything."

"What about your boyfriend?"

She shrugs. "I won't say anything if you don't."

For the briefest moment she thinks she has him. She leans in on her tippy toes to kiss him but he pulls back at the last second shaking his head. "We can't. I'm sorry."

Annette realizes she has two options at this moment. She can apologize, promise to forget about it then leave with her tail between her legs. Or she could just attack him until he shoves her off and storms out. Neither is an attractive option. The question is, what would Kathryn do in this moment?

Pray on his pea-sized intellect and ego, Kathryn's haughty voice echoes in her head. Men like him always want to play hero. Make him think you're devastated. Make him think you're hurt. Watch him come running.

Drawing on the acting chops she honed during her one summer of community theater, Annette lets her eyes fill with tears and her lower lip quiver. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," she whimpers as she backs away from him. "I-I don't know what I was thinking. Of course a man like you wouldn't be interested in some farm girl like me."

"No, no, that's not it, Annette."

She shakes her head and lets out a rueful laugh, "Sure it's not. God, you must think I'm such a loser. I can't believe I…I'm so stupid."

Annette turns away then and starts for the exit. She doesn't make it ten paces when suddenly he's jerking her backwards and practically sweeping her off her feet and into a kiss. Annette feels herself hauled up against Dominic's hulking frame as he kisses her like a man who's been denied physical affection for years. It's mighty impressive given she knows that's far from the case. As they make out furiously, Annette's legs wrap around his waist, and he presses her back against the stall door. The rough sweep of his tongue against her own makes her hips grind down in need. Fuck he smells good. All earthy male with the hint of something clean like soap.

She has a hand clutching his bicep, delighting in the way it flexes as he holds her. Annette's wondering how she can get his shirt off, when he carries her into the empty stall and lays her down on the bail of hay. It isn't exactly an ideal hook-up spot, and she doesn't even want to think about what else was lurking in that stall, but she's so keyed up he could tell her he wants to fuck her in the trough, and she'd be up for it.

Hovering over her, Dominic impatiently tugs open the buttons of her purple flannel shirt. He's not being gentle but she's also aware he's not being anywhere near as aggressive as he was with Kathryn. Dominic looks up at her through his thick lashes and flashes a grin while he unclasps her bra. "This okay?"

Annette nods enthusiastically and his smiles widens as he gropes her breasts with both hands. Annette is far from small in that department, but even still his massive hands easily cover both firm globes. Dominics hands were rough, calloused from years of hard work. So different from her boyfriend's perfectly manicured, silky soft, never-had-to-work-a-day-in-his-life hands.

He eagerly sucks her swollen nipple into his mouth, nursing it hard. "Ahh!" she cries out, hips bucking against him. "Oh…please…touch me."

Dominic ignores her at first in favor of feasting on her breasts. When he finally releases one of her boobs his hand drifts down to the top of her jeans. He pops the buttons and jerks the zipper down gruffly. Each movement sends a sharp jolt to her core. When he finally shoves his hand into her panties Annette releases a low moan.

Releasing her breast with a wet pop, he grins down at her wolfishly. "This what you were after baby? Feel a little better?" He chuckles, "Damn, you're soaking my hand."

The feel of Dominic's rough thumb swiping over her swollen clit is enough to make her start grinding shamelessly against his hand like the slut she is. When he works one of his long, meaty fingers inside her, Annette tosses back her head, crying out as she clutches her own breasts.

"Jesus, you're tight," he groans gently fucking her with his fingers. "You've done this before, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

Dominic frowns, shakes his head. "Baby you're too tight. I don't think we can do this."

Annette's head jerks up. "What? Are you serious?"

"Sorry darlin', but I'd rip you in two."

Annette feels as if someone just cancelled Christmas. "I can handle it Dominic, I swear. I've had sex before! I'm dating Sebastian Valmont for Christs sake."

Removing his hand from her cunt, he snickers as he straddles her and takes her by the hand. "Yeah, well, pretty boy ain't working with what I got." To drive home his point, he presses her hand to the very prominent bulge in front of his jeans. Annette whimpers at his massive size, letting her hand wrap around his denim clad cock as best she can. Shit, he isn't kidding. "You know it's not nice to tease a girl."

He laughs lowly, rolling his hips against her hand. "Trust me sweetheart, there's nothing I'd like better than to take you right now, show you what a real man can do to that little pussy of yours, but I can't have that on my conscious."

Jesus Christ, enough with this gentleman cowboy shit, Kathryn sneers in her head. Just fuck me already!

Shaking the thought off, Annette tells herself it's actually very sweet that he cares so much about her comfort and tries to swallow her disappointment. Why don't you swallow something else, Kathryn suggests. Pop open those wranglers and suck down that massive cock. Show him what a true slut you really are. Then he won't be afraid to fuck you.

Annette is trying to work up the courage to do just that when suddenly Dominic he tugging her pants off the rest of the way and resumes playing with her pussy. He winks down at her. "You're really horned up, aren't ya? Don't worry baby, I got you."

Maneuvering down onto his stomach, he spreads her folds apart and takes a massive swipe of her cunt with his tongue. Annette whimpers, rolling her head back. Now we're talking.

"You have the sweetest little pussy," he praises in between licks. Not sweet enough to fuck apparently. Annette's bitterness at the situation is soon forgotten when Dominic's fat, meaty tongue begins lapping at her from the hood of her clit down to her asshole, a place even Sebastian hasn't explored fully. In no time he has her withering against the hay bale, muttering nonsense as she bucks against his face. Truth be told, he isn't as good at this as Sebastian, but it's pretty incredible none the less. The added sensation of his beard rubbing against her thighs is definitely a bonus.

Reaching down, Annette grabs a handful of his thick, glossy hair and shamelessly humps against his face, crying out in pleasure as he suckles her clit between his lips. Despite her alleged tightness he does manage to get two of his fingers inside and he fucks her with them gruffly until she finally let's go and her orgasm comes crashing through her like a freight train. "Ohgodohgodohgod," she babbles, thighs clamping around the stable hands face and she explodes against his amorous mouth before finally sagging against the hay in exhaustion.

Annette doesn't so much as drift off as zone out for a moment. When she comes back to reality, pussy still slick and pulsating but momentarily satisfied, she finds Dominic kneeling over her, removing his shirt and exposing his impressive abs and chest. Excited, she sits up a little. "Did you change your mind?"

He shakes his head at her, grins, "Not a chance, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun."

She watches wide eyed, with bated breath as he pops open his jeans and tugs them down his thighs. When his cock and balls are revealed, she gasps. God, he wasn't kidding, he's massive. Despite having seen it before she's still overcome by the enormous size of him. Dominic's cock has to be ten inches at least and thicker than her fist. Annette feels a fresh rush of cream pour out of her at the sight of it.

Think you can handle all that cock Dorothy? She'd certainly like to try.

Despite her excitement she does feels the tiniest twinge of apprehension, unsure of what he has planned. Wrapping his own meaty fist around himself he pumps his cock slowly while looking down at her with those dark eyes like he's planning to eat her alive. The big bad wolf. Annette rubs her thighs together and swallows thickly. "You certainly are big."

"You like it?"

She nods as she tentatively reaches for him. Annette whimpers as she touches him. He's too thick for her to wrap her hand all the way around him. Stroking his cock she gets an idea, remembering something she did once with Sebastian. Abruptly, she sits up and begins chucking off the rest of her clothes. Watching her wide eyed he asks, "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you." She grins. "I just want to try something."

Annette pushes him back into the hay then straddles him. Wrapping her arm around his massive shoulders she settles in his lap, then reaches for his cock. She runs the leaking head against her folds, and he hisses, "God fucking dammit, you feel good."

"So do you," she pants.

She presses her cunt against the length and begins to grind. However, before she can really get started, he's rolling her onto her back away from him. Dominic lets out an uneasy laugh. "Yeah, I don't trust myself doing that unless you want to get impaled bareback on his fucker."

"You need to stop saying things like that," she giggles.

"Are you offended?"

She shoots him a look then drags his hand to her weeping pussy. "What do you think?"

He gives her that wicked grin once again as he straddles her chest. "Why don't you wrap those pretty titties around this."

Having never done or even seen this before, Annette tries to wrap her brain around it (pun intended). When he lays his hot, fat cock between her naked breasts, she pushes them around him tightly, whimpering at the feel of his hot meat against her skin. Dominic begins to fuck her tits, snapping his hips quickly as he grunts from the effort. When he reaches back and begins playing with her pussy again Annette cries out his name.

The sight of the swollen, leaky cock head popping out of her cleavage is somehow almost as big a turn on as his hand working her over. Curious, she flicks out her tongue and tastes him. "Fuck yeah," he groans, eyes rolling back. "Do that again baby."

Annette complies, licking him on every forward thrust. The salty taste of him makes her pussy flutter with need and she feels a kind of desperation take over. Without even thinking about it, she wraps her lips around the head as best she can. Dominic stops thrusting and releases a loud groan. "AHHHH! Yeah, yeah, suck it! HARDER BABY! SUCK THAT COCK!"

She does as told nursing the fat tip and then rolling her tongue against his piss slit. A second later he's releasing a loud roar and jerking out of her mouth before exploding all over the place. The first blast hits her square in the face, almost startling her, the second her mouth and finally the last two are all over her chest. The feeling of the searing hot liquid hitting her along with the depravity of the act itself, sets something off in Annette. Despite the fact that he's merely just gripping her cunt at that point, Annette finds herself coming as well, squeezing her own messy breasts as she humps against his hand, finishing with a soft kitten moan.

Annette sags against the hay her body trembling, her face sticky with cum. She licks her lips tasting him. It's not super pleasant, but she doesn't mind so much. Even though she just orgasmed she's still touching herself, still wet. A moment later Dominic is wiping her face with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that."

"I'm not," she husks. As he tosses the shirt aside and looks her over, she smiles up at him. "Sure you don't want to fuck me?"

Dominic lets out a wry laugh as he gets to his feet. "Miss Hargrove you're a lot more dangerous than you look, you know that?"

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"Did you see the look on his fucking face? Priceless!"

Sebastian presses his foot to the gas, gunning the jag down the quiet country road and turns to look at his stepsister in the passenger's seat. Normally she only looks this giddy when she's flying high on some illegal substance, and while he assumes that's at least partially to blame, he knows her good mood is mostly on account of her revenge high. Whomever said revenge won't bring you happiness obviously never met Kathryn Merteuil.

Unable to resist yucking her yum a little, Sebastian replies blithely, "It was mildly amusing I'll admit. Of course, give it a week and everyone will forget and resume kissing his boring ass."

Kathryn scoffs, "Oh please, not even you're that jaded you can't appreciate an exquisite take down when you see it. All I wanted was for Court to realize he didn't get to Cecile first. Never in a million years did I anticipate the little bitch going off on him the way she did. It almost makes me like her."

"Who knew Cecile had so much rage in her." She shoots him an incredulous look. "What?"

"For a guy who proclaims to know all about women, you know staggeringly little brother dear. ALL girls have that much rage in them. Every day, every hour, every minute."

Sebastian gives her a side long look. "That certainly explains some things about you."

"I don't care what you say, tonight was epic. As for Court, who says I'm finished with him?"

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever it is, keep me out of it."

"Fine." Kathryn scoots closer to him, slipping an arm around his neck. "Perhaps I'll get a new partner in crime."

"Oh, who?" He snickers, "The stable boy? The wonder bread prince? Something tells me they lack that particular killer instinct that gets you off."

"I was thinking Victor Van Ryan. I hear he got kicked out of Princeton and is back in town. He's never had a problem getting me off." Van Ryan was a Sebastian clone, a pretty rich playboy a couple years older than them who Kathryn indulges from time to time. Naturally Sebastian loathes him.

Pressing harder on the accelerator, he stares ahead at the dark road and replies archly, "He'll bore you in a week."

"Maybe, but he sure will be fun to play with in the meantime." Grabbing his chin, she turns his head then crashes her lips against his.

Sebastian indulges her only a moment before pulling free, telling her irritably, "Kathryn I'm driving."

Keeping her arm around his neck she runs a finger down his chest, toying with a button on his shirt. "So how did things go tonight with your girl? Was she everything you hoped?"

Trying to ignore the suggestive tone in her voice and the way she's nuzzling his neck he says, "And more."

"Did you fuck her?"

Sebastian gives her a side glance. Her eyes are lit with not only mischief but desire. That could be dangerous. Or a lot of fun. "Yeah, I fucked her."

"How?"

"You want details, sis? Something to rub yourself off to later?"

She snickers, breath warm and enticing against his neck. "Maybe I want some ideas of what to do with Victor."

He glares at her. "As if he could ever get you off so good."

"We'll see. Tell me."

"I fucked the shit out of her. First on her back, legs spread wide, titties bouncing all over the place as she screamed for more. Then I flipped her over, fucked her from behind, shoved her pretty face into the mattress and slapped that tight little ass until she creamed herself all over my cock. As she cried out I was the best she ever had, I pulled out of her and shot my load all over her face and tits."

Kathryn's hand has now made its way to his crotch. Sebastian tenses knowing they're wadding into dangerous territory. She squeezes his half hard dick and purrs, "And did she suck you off? Did she shove all of this into her pretty little mouth and get you off?"

"Yes," he admits swallowing thickly, "She did."

"Did she suck cock better than me?"

"Kathryn no one sucks cock better than you."

"Huh. I wonder if I could still taste her.

When he feels Kathryn unzip his fly, he reaches for her. "We're not doing this," he laughs incredulously as he tries to tug her off. "Need I remind you what happened last time you tried to go for a cock rub when I was driving."

Ignoring him she remarks, "I never got to finish that blowjob."

"It can wait until we get home."

"But I want to feel you down my throat now."

Jesus Christ. Why does she have to choose the most inopportune times to get horny? Sebastian tries to dislodge her hand, but she persistently manages to get his pants open and his cock out. "Kathryn, I don't fuck in my car!" Which is true. He's never so much as gotten a hand job in his baby. Some things are sacred.

"Yeah, well I don't let guys put their hand in my pussy, but shit happens," she huffs. "Now quit being a bitch and don't hit anything."

"Kathryn I…" His protest momentarily dies on his lips as she slides her lips down his length. A few bobs of her head and he's at full mast, balls throbbing for release as she works him over. Sebastian tries to concentrate on the road but it's difficult. Thankfully, they're in the country and although it's dark there's barely any other cars on the road. Still, he definitely doesn't trust himself not to drive into a ditch or a tree.

"Fuck…Kathryn…" he groans as she begins to bob harder, working her tongue down the sensitive underside vein. "I'm going to pull over."

She pulls off him immediately and delivers a warning look. "You stop, I stop, got it?"

He wants to protest further but he's helpless when she resumes sucking him off, so he stays on the road, slowing down. With one hand on the wheel, the other comes to rest on her head, his fingers threading through her locks to hold her in place. Sebastian then jerks his hips upwards and smiles meanly when he hears her choke on his length. Serves you right bitch.

When he loosens his grip Kathryn looks up shooting him a glare. He grins unapologetic. "Oops."

"Taste yourself," she murmurs before pulling him into a deep, filthy, extravagant kiss he eagerly returns, momentarily forgetting what he's doing. When they hit a pothole, his eyes fly open, and he realizes they're seconds from driving into a fence. Sebastian quickly swerves avoiding catastrophe. "Holy shit!" he gasps, gripping the wheel as he gets the car under control.

Kathryn giggles mischievously. "You're not very good at multitasking are you, Sebastian?"

"Shut. Up." He shoves her head back down to his crotch and Kathryn wastes no time resuming sucking him off.

After that he lets her take over while he tries to keep himself from driving them off the road. There're a few iffy moments, especially when she begins teasing his perineum and he swerves into the lane in front of an oncoming car. Luckily, he swerves back in time, cursing her out but not stopping her. As annoyed as Sebastian is, it's exciting and idiotically thrilling. If they manage to get through this with the car intact, he's going to spank that ass of hers so hard when they get home she won't walk right tomorrow.

It's with that thought the pleasure becomes unbearable and Sebastian feels his balls draw up signaling his upcoming climax. Not wanting to take any chances, he quickly pulls the car over to the side of the road. As soon as he does, Kathryn pulls off of him, mouth red and swollen, lipstick sexily smeared. Sebastian's about to protest, but suddenly she's straddling his lap, not an easy task given how snug the vintage car is. His mouth falls slack. "What are you doing?"

Kathryn smiles down at him like he's an idiot. "Would you like me to draw you a map?"

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He gasps when he feels her take his cock and guide it against her bare, wet cunt. The little slut isn't wearing underwear. "And where the fuck are your panties?"

"I think I left them in Court's bed."

Sebastian jerks his head back. "You fucked Court?"

"No, not exactly. What's your problem? Why aren't you into this?"

"Well for starters I don't want jizz all over my seats Kathryn."

She smirks. "Well, that's entirely up to you, now, isn't it?"

He rolls his eyes. "And second, anyone could drive by and see us!"

"Yes, idiot that's what makes it hot." Grabbing him by the back of the neck, she kisses him persuasively, her tongue doing that thing that leaves him temporarily brain dead. "Come on Valmont, what happened to that adventurous slut I know and love?"

Hearing that same taunt, he used on her this morning, Sebastian realizes this is her little way of pushing at his boundaries. He did it to her with the whole fisting incident and now she wants to balance the scales a little. Sebastian can appreciate that, but that doesn't mean he's going to let it happen. "Kathryn, get back in your seat and we'll finish this at home. In private."

He waits, expecting her to pout or throw a tantrum, maybe threaten to cut him off sexually. Instead, she remains in his lap seat, studying him intently. Running a taunting finger over his pout she asks, "What if I agreed to go to your little fuck party?"

Sebastian's mouth falls open in surprise. He had all but given up on her agreeing. "Are you serious?"

"Well, I do love Paris in the summer and who knows? It could be fun." Leaning in she bites at his lip and sooths it away with her tongue, holding his stare the entire time. "Filthy fun."

Sebastian groans. "Fuck it. I was going to have the seats reupholstered anyway."

Kathryn's face breaks into that triumphant grin that equally infuriates him and makes him hard. Grabbing her by the back of the head he kisses her while she reaches for his throbbing cock and guides it to her pussy. She raises her hips and sinks down on it. Sebastian groans at the sensation of being swallowed up by her snug, dripping warmth. She rides him, but the car only allows for so much movement. She hits the horn twice and they both laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but they don't stop. They never stop.

Sebastian jerks down the front of her skimpy black silk dress exposing her tits (and she thankfully went braless tonight) and begins feasting on them. "If anyone finds us," he tells her between sucks, "I'm going to tell them it was your idea."

"And I'm sure they'll believe that Valmont…uggh…God…you better not come before me…"

"No promises"

Kathryn slams herself down on him harder, faster. Sebastian releases one of her breasts to paw her ass. He then presses his finger into her mouth, she sucks it thoroughly before he pulls it away and slides it down the crack of her ass. He toys with her asshole a moment, tugging at the rim to loosen her up before shoving his finger inside. His stepsister cries out, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she rides him harder, her pussy squeezing him tighter. "There she is," he pants, "There's my little backdoor slut."

A car drives by, headlights bright but they barely notice. It drives past without incident and from there Sebastian tunes everything out, everything but the sexy girl in his lap driving him to madness. They make out furiously as she rides both his cock and the finger in her ass. Kathryn tosses her head back, looking just about as free as he ever remembers seeing her. Sebastian is no enraptured he barely notices when the sky opens up and the rain pours down on them like some unholy baptism.

Kathryn laughs, kissing him madly. Sebastian clutches her tightly, shoving his hips up to meet hers as best he can. They both race to the finish line, all desperate grunts and pleas. He removes his finger from her butt to toy with her clit. A few purposeful swipes and she's coming apart around him and Sebastian's following suit. Clutching her tightly to him he shoves himself up inside her and explodes, filling her with his cream.

Sagging back in his seat, he lazily kisses her wet shoulder, her wet face, her wet lips. Kathryn smirks down at him. "Told you it be worth it."

They kiss languidly and slowly he comes back to himself. And reality. Pulling back from his stepsister he realizes it's not just sprinkling but pouring rain. Overhead, thunder crackles ominously as Sebastian frantically looks around in horror realizing that bitch mother nature is currently destroying his most precious possession.

"My car!