With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 29:

Fuck Your Brains Out


When Kathryn wakes up, she doesn't know where she is.

She's not as startled by this as she probably should be. Call it occupational hazard or just a Saturday night. She's laying on some kind of plush, off-white, sofa bed with a raised back and she's wearing a black satin robe that definitely doesn't belong to her. Through blurry eyes, she stares up at a ceiling fan spinning quietly overhead. It's all she can make out in the dark room. Uh, where the hell am I?

It takes her longer than it should to realize the wall directly beside her is actually a curtain. She opens it with a dramatic swoosh and suddenly she's outside. A few feet away lies a large, shimmering pool and across from that is a naked man standing under an outside shower. Kathryn smirks. She'd know that ass anywhere.

Sure enough, as if sensing her watching him, Sebastian swings around and gives her that half smirk that makes her pussy pulse with need. He shuts the shower off and takes his time drying off before slipping into a fluffy white robe. It hangs open as he swaggers over to her, half-hard dick swinging enticingly in the moonlight as he approaches. "Welcome back," he drawls. "I was starting to think I was going to have to take you to the emergency room."

"Did I pass out?"

"Twice."

Kathryn has no recollection of this. The last thing she remembers is Sebastian fucking the shit out of her all the while looking like a man possessed. She runs a hand between her thighs and winces slightly. She's going to ache tomorrow, but it will so be worth it. That might have been the hottest fuck of her life.

"How did I get here?"

Sebastian hands her over a bottle of water and shrugs, "How do you think?"

She turns around and notices the chateau looming in the distance. She wonders why he took her out here but figures it's probably one of the few private locations at the moment. She supposes she should just be grateful he hadn't dropped her off in some bedroom while he went off to get his dick sucked.

Sebastian comes around the sofa bed and lays down beside her. She notices his expression seems more guarded than normal, like he's being careful. Huh. Kathryn fingers her hair and realizes she's no longer wearing her wig. She shoots him a look and Sebastian sighs, "Things got a little out of hand."

"That's one way of putting it," she remarks darkly. She's not letting him off that easily. Holding his stare she says, "You've never fucked me that hard before."

"No?" He slips a hand inside her robe and touches her stomach. "Maybe I was showing off."

Kathryn studies him, looking for any sort of hint of the madman who took her so roughly in front of a packed audience, but his expression is placid and thoughtful. She's fascinated by this other side of him. Sebastian's never been much for the prototypical macho male bullshit. He's always been more amused or indifferent towards her lovers, never jealous. Or so she thought.

"I thought we agreed we wouldn't fuck each other tonight?"

He shrugs. "What can I say? I was moved. You looked hot up there with those guys."

"That's not what you implied when you were fucking my brains out." Kathryn gets up and throws her leg over his side pulling herself into a straddle. She sits her ass right down on his dick. He groans. "What was it you said? Oh right, mine, mine, mine, mine. I never took you for the jealous sort, Valmont."

He stares up at the ceiling of the cabana and pouts. "I think you're misremembering. Must have been all the passing out. It's making you delusional."

"Is that so? Well, perhaps we should go ask one of the many spectators. I'm sure they'd be able to back up my delusions." When he looks away, not meeting her stare, she knows she didn't imagine shit. She also realizes what she thought was him being careful, was in actuality Sebastian trying to mask his embarrassment. His illusion of indifference towards her has been shattered and they both know it. Sebastian Valmont, purveyor of pussy and all things debauched, lost his infamous cool and it's all because of her. That's a rather big victory for Kathryn.

Although there's a part of her that would very much like to needle him about this, in the end she goes against her crueler instincts and shows him mercy, confessing, "I have to admit, it was kind of hot. You've never been that intense before."

Sebastian's gaze swings back to her and she can see desire pool in his eyes. Slowly, he tugs her robe open then places a palm on her flat stomach. As he creeps it upwards to tease the underside of her breasts he asks, "You liked it?"

She nods. "You were out of your fucking mind." Kathryn rocks against him and murmurs, "It made me so wet." Even now, as her pussy is sore and tired, she feels that undeniable spark of lust and need for him. Sebastian molds his hand around her tits and rubs his thumbs against her puckered nipples. Looking down at him through hooded eyes she can't resist mocking, "It's so cute how you got jealous at an orgy of all places."

Expression hardening, he snaps, "Shut it."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered of course. I just hope you're not expecting me to go to the prom with you or anything."

Sebastian slaps her ass. "Be nice. Or I won't share." He removes a baggie of pills from his pocket and shakes them in front of her.

"Ooh, gimme."

She attempts to grab them out of his hand, but he quickly rolls her on to her back. "Fiend."

Sebastian drops a tablet of what she assumes is E on his tongue then leans in for a kiss. He deposits the drug in her mouth with a sensual swipe of his tongue then kisses her nice and slow. Kathryn licks his lips in appreciation and tells him in a quieter tone, "You know if anyone saw us, we're fucked."

He shakes his head. "We're fine. Camille has strict guidelines about that sort of thing. What do you think all the NDAs were about?"

Kathryn isn't exactly appeased by this, but she lets it go. She's easily distracted when Sebastian begins kissing down her body. He pauses at her breasts worshipping them with his mouth, making her shiver with need before moving south. "Are you sore?" he murmurs against her belly button.

She huffs in response. "What do you think?"

Sebastian flashes a proud deviant grin up at her as he kisses her bare mound. "I'll make it up to you."

Kathryn plays with his hair. "Oh? Are you going to buy me a Birkin?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of kissing it and making it better." He places some open-mouthed kisses against her cunt, more a tease and a way to get her squirming. Clearly, he's trying to perform penance by getting her off slowly and sensually. She's not opposed.

As he nuzzles the inside of her thigh Kathryn hums, "So, I guess it's safe to assume I won the bet."

Sebastian's mouth pauses. "How so?"

Are you seriously asking that? My little show was so hot you lost your damn mind."

"Babe, I fucked you unconscious," he crows.

"Yes, but that's really more my victory than yours."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "While I admit your little foray into gang bang territory was impressive, I still think I have you beat. I fucked twins. Identical twins. Picture it, blond, hot twentysomethings stacked on top of each other like a sandwich. Four holes, no waiting."

"Was there an audience?" When he merely glares up at her as he rubs his thumb against her entrance she laughs. "Yeah, I won."

"I'm curious, would you really have let all three of them fuck you at the same time?"

"Guess we'll never know. Thanks to you."

Sebastian teases a finger against her asshole, pressing into but not enough to fully penetrate her while his thumb enters her pussy. "You ever have both these little holes filled at once?"

"I've had a toy in my ass when I've gotten fucked."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then no."

"Interesting," he says with a small grin, and she imagines he's filling it away in that pervy imagination of his for later. Kathryn's not against the idea of getting double stuffed, it's just never been something she's actively pursued.

"Quit changing the subject," she tells him, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing him to look at her. "Do you agree I won the bet?"

He groans against her but finally gives in, "Alright, fine, you win. I'll wear you handcuffs, happy?"

"Not yet." Raking her fingers through his curls, she guides his head back between her legs. Sebastian flashes her a grin before he takes a long swipe of her cunt, making her hips jump. He proceeds to eat her nice and slow, taking his time with it, licking every inch of her pussy until Kathryn is a trembling, dripping mess. Normally, she detests this sort of long, drawn out foreplay, but right now it's just what she needs.

Kathryn digs her fingers into his scalp when he begins to suckle at her clit, not hard, but rather almost tender. Somehow this makes it more intense. A broken moan works its way out of her throat. She squirms against the couch, as her body erupts in a slow, agonizing orgasm that has her toes curling and her back arching.

Before she can recover, Sebastian is on top of her, his wet mouth hovering over hers. Kathryn struggles to regain her senses. "Gonna pass out again?" he asks, laughter in his tone.

"Fuck you," she pants weakly.

"If you insist." Sebastian grinds his hard-on against her mound, and she whimpers. Then she gets an idea.

"Actually, I'd like to watch you do it."

"Do what?"

Kathryn grasps his face and pulls him down until their lips are almost touching, just as she used to do when she wanted to tease him. "I want you to wrap your fist around your cock and stroke it for me. Then I want you to come all over me." His eyes darken at the command, and he wets his lips. When she feels his cock twitch against her thigh, she smiles. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

Sebastian doesn't deny it. He sits back on his haunches and immediately grabs his dick. His fingers wrap around his meaty, pulsating length and he gives himself a squeeze and then starts jacking off in earnest. Kathryn's seen him do this before of course (including the first time when they were fourteen and she spied on him in the bathroom) and yet it never loses its appeal. It's so primal, almost bordering on violent, the way he gets himself off. She studies his hand and how it strokes all the way to the tip and gives a little twist and how often he tugs his balls. She drinks in the hungry, intense look on his face, how his eyes lose focus, and his jaw tightens as he nears climax. Fuck, it's hot.

As his robe slides off his shoulders and she watches his biceps flex from his efforts, Kathryn finds herself getting turned on again. She rubs her breasts and toys with her full, aching nipples. Sebastian's hand speeds up and his mouth becomes slack. Kathryn squirms beneath him and orders, "Do it, cum for me Valmont. Cover me with it."

She's not sure if it's the command or saying his name that does it for him, but sure enough she's barely got the directive out and his hand is going double time on himself. With a deep grunt he releases all over her. The first blast lands across her stomach, the second covers her tits and clavicle before finally finishing with a fairly potent blast to the face. Her stepbrother's warm, sticky cum splatters across the bridge of her nose and cheek before dripping down to her lips. It's all rather impressive given the number of times he's likely cum this evening.

"Fuck," he groans, running a hand through his hair as his eyes sweep over her.

"Lick it up," she tells him thickly.

Most guys, especially his age would never, but Sebastian being Sebastian doesn't hesitate. Leaning over her, he takes a broad swipe at the cum streaking across her belly button, before moving up to her tits. Rather than lick it, he rubs his face in it. Sebastian then surges forward and rubs himself against her face, making her even messier. Kathryn squeals and laughs, squirming beneath him. Soon they're kissing and licking and playfully making each other shriek.

Kathryn's so caught up in him she doesn't even realize they have an audience until he clears his throat. Sebastian pulls back and they notice a non-descript man standing nearby, hands behind his back. It's not a guest, but one of the many attendants working the party. "What?" Sebastian asks, irritated.

"Sorry sir," he greets them in a French accent. "But Mrs. Cartwright would like to see you."

He looks back at her and they exchange a look. This can't be good.

Rolling off of her with a sigh, he reaches for his robe and asks, "Do I have time for a shower first?"


"Well, you've had quite the night Mr. Valmont."

"And it's not even half over yet," Sebastian responds with a cocky wink.

His arrogance might be read as charming to some, but it's all for show and they both know it. Camille Cartwright is one of the most formidable women on the planet. Even Sebastian's own pedigree dwarfs in comparison to her legitimate accomplishments. She could eat the likes of him alive if she so chose to.

It goes without saying Sebastian is in deep shit.

Sitting across from the mile wide desk in her mahogany paneled office, he tries not to squirm under Camille's indomitable stare. The whole scene feels vaguely like being called down to the headmaster's office. Of course, in those situations he's usually wearing more than a robe and flip flops. Fuck, he thinks, I definitely should have gotten dressed first.

Ignoring his cheeky comment, she says, "That was a rather impressive performance you put on. I have to admit I didn't think you had it in you." When Sebastian's expression falls at the obvious dig, her bright red lips curve in a smile. "Don't take offense. Experience has taught me teenage boys don't always rise to the occasion, so to speak. I always assumed your talents were a little over hyped."

"I think my reputation speaks for itself."

"That it does. I'm happy to be proven wrong in this case, however there is the matter of your decorum. You know when you signed the waiver to enter this party, one of the rules states plainly that you are not allowed to join a scene unless invited. We take consent very seriously around here."

Is that what this is about? If so, he thinks, it's an easy enough concern to align. "Camille, I assure you, Katrina very much didn't mind. She wanted it." Realizing how that sounds he quickly explains, "We've known each other a long time, you can almost say we've become adept at reading one another's minds. She was signaling for me to join her. Honest." When she just meets his proclamation with a wordless stare, he gets up from his seat. "Look, I can go get her right now and she can confirm everything I'm telling you."

Sebastian's heading for the door when she calls to him, "I don't think we need to bother your sister with this."

Upon hearing that, he comes to an immediate stop and slowly turns. Trying to school his features into a look of confusion he says, "What are you talking about? She's not my—"

"Oh Sebastian, come on" she sighs leaning back in her seat. "You don't think I do my due diligence when it comes to who I allow into my home? Please." Camille gestures to him to take a seat. Sebastian flops back down into the chair with a pout. "I suspected something was amiss when I could only find surface level information on Katrina Laurent, but I allowed you to bring her out of curiosity. I assumed she was just some friend of yours without the correct resume. Never did I imagine she was your own sister. Of course, I recognized her as soon as her mask came off. Manhattan's favorite debutante, Kathryn Merteuil."

Sebastian gazes back at her blankly, neither confirming nor denying anything. "Fascinating," he drawls as if bored.

She smiles at him assuredly. "You have nothing to worry about Sebastian. I keep all of my guest's information private as you well know. Besides, you're hardly the only siblings here." Camille rises out of her seat and comes around the desk to lean in front of it. "I must admit I am intrigued by the two of you. You're quite spectacular. How long have you been together?"

"It's not like that."

"What's it like then? I'm curious, a house full of options and yet you end up fucking the woman you came with."

He considers her a moment before speaking. "Ever have an obsession burrow so deep inside your brain you can't get it out no matter how hard you try? That's my relationship with Kathryn. It's like being addicted to the hardest drug available. The high is incredible, but the come down is a bitch that is forever fucking up my life," he grumbles.

"Sounds very dramatic," she teases.

"It's very annoying actually."

"In any event, as enjoyable as I found your performance, it does place me in a rather awkward position given the fact that you're both underage."

"Well, it's a good thing we're in France then," he drawls reaching for the forgotten glass of scotch she'd given him when he entered. "Age of consent here is what, fifteen? We're good."

"Yes, however, I do not wish this party to have a reputation for involving teenagers. That invites an element I have no wish to court. When it came to you, I allowed it because you're usually discreet. However, if it got out that I allowed Edward Valmont's children to fuck in front of an audience of adults, I would be cancelled before you can say Epstein."

"You make it sound so sordid," he quips.

"Don't be an infant Valmont, it is sordid." Sighing, she crosses her arms to her chest. "Unfortunately, I'm going to have to ask you and your sister to leave. Going forward you will be banned from the Les Liaisons Dangereuses."

Sebastian sets his glass down with a loud thud. "Are you serious? You're banishing me?"

"I'm afraid so." Turning away, she walks back to her seat, effectively dismissing him. He's overcome with the desire to scream bullshit and demand she reconsider. Normally he would, but if his time this summer dueling it out with Kathryn has taught him anything about tangling with a dangerous female predator it's this: they are always working an agenda. Sebastian realizes that if Camille simply wanted him to leave, she could have had him escorted from the house at any time, no explanation needed. There is no need to send a servant to fetch him and give him this dramatic sit down. No, he realizes, she's after something.

It occurs to him then that he doesn't know Camille, not really. In the few years they've been acquainted, they have conversed under mostly social circumstances that dictate everyone be on their most charming behavior. Clearly, she has a deviant streak a mile long to host a party such as this, but as he's never actually seen her interact during it, he doesn't know what she's into. Even now he can't really get an accurate read on her. It's a little unnerving.

Sebastian takes a slow sip of his scotch then asks plainly, "Camille, what do you want?" When she turns and regards him with merely a raised eyebrow he smiles. "I may be seventeen but I'm not a fucking idiot. You're after something. Out with it."

The older woman smiles faintly, tapping her blood red manicure against the mahogany wood of the desk as she considers him. Finally, she remarks almost off handedly, "Your sister is very beautiful. My husband was quite taken with her."

Sebastian nearly laughs in relief. God, sometimes he forgets how basic people can be. So, Duncan Cartwright has a hard on for underage pussy. Hardly surprising, given the rumors of him hooking up with his teenage co-star. And of course, despite all her accomplishments and gravitas, Camille at the end of the day is just another housewife desperate to hold on to her husband. It's all kind of pathetic, but in this case useful. So long as he can get Kathryn on board.

"Well, I can't fault his taste," he drawls, pushing out of his chair. He comes to stand in front of her, leaning against the desk. Suddenly she doesn't seem so imperious to him anymore. "If I were to arrange a little meet up between you two and Kathryn, would my banishment be rescinded?"

"That would only be fair."

Sebastian nods, as he fingers an expensive metal paperweight idling on her desk. "Of course, I'd insist on being there. It is after all my duty as a brother to look out for her." And there's no way he's leaving Kathryn alone with these assholes.

"I think we can arrange that."

They settle up, making plans for when and where to meet after he discusses the matter with Kathryn. Sebastian leaves her office feeling lighter than when he entered. He makes his way through the party, still going strong, his mind turning over just how to approach his stepsister about their situation. No doubt she'll be less than enthused, if only because she loathes doing anything on someone else's terms. He'll have to approach it delicately.

Sebastian stops off at one of the bars for some liquid courage. It's a dimly lit, cozy screening room where couples are watching vintage porn while hooking up in a variety of configurations. Sebastian's staring as a woman in on her knees servicing two men at once when he hears a husky voice greet him, "Hello there."

He looks up to find a beautiful, wholesome looking blonde with ample tits pouring out of her pale pink nightie. It's the illustrious Audrey Stone.

Sebastian can barely contain his hard on. He's had a thing for this chick ever since he caught a late night showing of one of her earlier films, a sexy thriller where she got very naked and dirty with another female actress. Truth be told he finds her acting rather pedestrian and he doesn't like the tv show she's famous for, but there's something about that deceptively innocent face and those big grey eyes packaged with her bombshell body that just does it for him. Add to that her rumored sluttiness and she's basically his dream girl.

However, he's made a reputation out of playing it cool, so he doesn't react to her accept with an easy smile. "Hello."

"I'm Audrey"

"Yes, I know. I believe I've seen you in a film or two." He sips his bourbon. "You're very talented."

"Back at you."

He regards her with amusement. "Oh? Don't tell me you caught my seventh-grade production of Oliver. I'm flattered."

She laughs, deep and husky, like her voice is still sore from sucking cock. There's an image. "Come off it. You don't think I wouldn't recognize the famous Sebastian Valmont. Your reputation speaks for itself."

Actually, he is rather surprised. Sebastian is famous in certain circles, but he didn't think he would ping on the radar of someone older, famous and based in Hollywood. Still, he plays it off with a shrug. "You can't believe everything you hear as you well know."

"So, it's all bullshit then?"

"No"

They share a laugh and Audrey moves in closer, until her nipples are grazing his chest. Sebastian boldly ogles her cleavage threatening to spill out. Looking up at him through her lashes she husks, "So is it true you fucked some girl unconscious tonight?"

"Maybe"

She toys with the tie of his robe. "Think you could do it again?"

"Perhaps. Assuming I'm properly motivated."

Audrey bites at her lower lip before leaning in for a kiss. It's brief but very sweet. She tastes like strawberries. "Come upstairs with me," she says, slipping her hand into his.

He's about to let himself be led away when he remembers his earlier mission. Shit. Grimacing he tells her, "Wait, I'd love to, but I have to go handle something first. Give me twenty minutes? I'll meet you upstairs."

She nods, "Sounds like a plan. Don't keep me waiting."

He watches as she disappears out of the screening room, throwing him one last inviting look over her shoulder before exiting. As Sebastian makes his way out of the house and back to the pool, his brain is already scrambling for a new plan. He thinks maybe he can leave Kathryn with the Cartwrights while he goes off with Audrey. She'll be fine, he tells himself. After all, Kathryn can more than handle herself.

Sebastian feels a little gross about it but shrugs it off. He did not come all the way to the Superbowl of orgies just to babysit Kathryn. Besides, after all the nasty sexual situations she's pulled him into this summer, she can more than return the favor.


"Hungry?"

Dominic looks up from the sandwich he's chowing down on, and his eyes do a slow sweep of her body. Even in the dim light of the kitchen Annette can see the desire swimming in his eyes. She blushes. Perhaps she should have put a robe on instead of greeting him in her too small babydoll nightie that makes her boobs spill out the top.

But then he gives her that wolfish smile of his that makes her clit zing with pleasure and suddenly she wishes she'd worn even less.

Look who's embracing her inner slut, Kathryn taunts in her head.

Shut up.

"Evening," he drawls, taking a long pull of her beer. "Um, I don't mean to interrupt but Mrs. R usually doesn't mind if I come in for a bite to eat."

Annette kind of wants to remind him that it was less than a week ago when she had his dick in her mouth and if she's not going to rat him out for that, she's certainly not going to blab that he's helping himself to some cold cuts. Instead, she just shrugs as she makes her way to the fridge and tells him, "I just came down for something cool to drink."

She ends up grabbing a bottle of beer as well then joins him at the kitchen island. Picking at the roast beef she asks casually, "So where were you today?"

"Mrs. Rosemond had me go pick up some furniture in Hartford for her, it's a bureau of some kind. Weighs a shit ton." He takes another long sip of his beer, and she studies the way his throat muscles move as he sips. "Why? Did you miss me?"

"Maybe," she admits before telling him, "Sebastian and Kathryn are out of town for a while. I thought I'd enjoy the peace and quiet but honestly, it's a little boring."

Feeling bold and egged on by her restless libido, Annette lifts herself up on the marble countertop. Her nightgown is barely covering her thighs. Dominic stares at her hard for a moment and for a brief second, she wonders if she's being a little too obvious. But her fears are forgotten when he abandons his dinner to come stand in front of her. His crotch is almost perfectly lined up with her hips. Dominic places a hand on either side of her and tilts his head in that sexy way he does sometimes. His dark eyes seem to glitter in dangerous invitation as he stares her down. "Are you looking for a little entertainment?"

Annette smiles. "Are you offering some up?"

He doesn't answer, instead his gaze roams over her body once more. "Is this really what you sleep in?"

"Well, I don't go riding in it," she quips.

"That's a shame." His eyes zero in on her chest. "Those beautiful tits of yours would bounce right out if you tried."

Annette laughs at his crudeness. "Wow, subtle."

He gives an unapologetic shrug. "Baby, if you're looking for sweet words and bullshit, stick with that boyfriend of yours. I'm going to tell it like it is."

"Oh yeah? Such as?"

Dominic leans in close and husks against her ear, "I can smell that pretty little pussy of yours from here. It's making my mouth water."

Annette can practically feel the arousal start to drip out of her at his filthy words. Rather than offer up a retort, she grabs him by the face and crushes her mouth to his. Dominic eagerly returns the kiss, as his hips come to part her thighs. Annette whimpers into his mouth when she feels the bulge of his jeans press into her inner thigh. She arches into him.

When he pulls back, they're both panting. He gives a rueful shake of his head. "This probably isn't a good idea."

She shakes her head, hands still on his face. "It's fine, Mrs. Rosemond is out, there's no one here but the servants."

"That's not what I mean. It's just you're so young Annette…"

"Not this again," she sighs with a frustrated role of her eyes. "Look Dominic, I'm not as innocent as you seem to believe I am."

"Is that so?" he asks as he lazily kisses her. "Tell me then, what's the wildest thing you've ever done?"

She hesitates a moment before revealing, "I fucked Vivien a couple weeks ago."

He stills, his eyes going wide. "Huh. I did not expect that." Dominic's face breaks out into a grin while his hands slide up her outer thighs to grope her ass. "Now that is a story I'd like to hear."

"I'm sure you would," she laughs. "Too bad I'm not in the mood to tell it."

He kisses her again, his tongue slowly teasing against the roof of her mouth before drawing back. "And what are you in the mood to do?"

"Honestly?" Annette leans in and flicks her tongue against his mouth just as she's seen Kathryn do to her stepbrother countless times before, then tells him in language, she knows he'll appreciate, "I want to fuck your brains out."


"Kathryn? Kathryn!"

Kathryn breaks through the surface of the water upon hearing her stepbrother's panicked voice calling for her. She finds him standing at the edge of the pool, still wearing that ridiculous fluffy robe with a stricken look on his face. He rolls his eyes at the sight of her. "Jesus Christ," he huffs. "I thought you drown."

"Oh? Were you going to jump in and rescue me?"

"No, but I'm sure I could have flagged down one of the attendants to do it for me," he grumbles. "You really think you should be swimming after passing out an hour ago?"

Probably not, but when the drugs started to kick in the water looked inviting. Just as she knew it would, the warm water feels positively yummy against her skin. God, she loves Molly.

"Are you listening to me?" he calls out.

Floating on her back, staring entranced at the pool lights overhead Kathryn laughs, "Not really. Get in the water."

Given his huffy attitude she expects him to refuse so she's genuinely surprised when he shucks off his robe. Kathryn's eyes glaze over in lust as she takes in her stepbrother's naked body before he dives in. When he surfaces, she remarks, "So I take it by your pleasant mood that we're getting thrown out of here." Which is fine by her. Kathryn's had her fill of the freaky and fucked.

Sebastian shakes his head as he swims closer. "Not exactly."

When he's within reach, Kathryn wraps her arms around his neck, her legs around his torso. The feel of his hard body against hers makes her ache. Despite her many orgasms this night, her body's pulsating with the need to get fucked by him once again. Kathryn might have found this a little disconcerting if she was in her right mind, but she's choosing to ignore the warning bells telling her she's being too needy. Instead, she chooses indulgence, kissing him, deep and messily grinding against him until she feels his cock thicken against her ass. Kathryn loathes pool sex—the lack of friction, the cholerine—but she might be horny enough to reconsider.

Breaking from her mouth, he remarks drolly, "I guess the E is kicking in."

Kathryn nibbles at his chin and neck, unable to get enough of him. "I want you to fuck me again."

"I thought you were too sore?"

"I didn't say where I wanted you to fuck me," she laughs, guiding his hand to her ass. You could do anal in a pool, right? Probably, who cares. When she notices he's not taking the bait as he normally would she realizes something in indeed up with him. Pulling back Kathryn studies his face. "What did Camille want?"

"She wanted to issue an invitation, for you actually."

"Oh?"

"Yes, she'd like to invite you to join her and her husband upstairs in their private chambers. It's a very exclusive and coveted invite."

She's not buying it. "Why didn't she invite me herself?"

He shrugs. "I think she'd thought it would be better coming from me."

Kathryn pulls away from him. "What aren't you telling me Sebastian?" When he just stares up at the sky, avoiding eye contact she asks, "And if I turn down their invitation?"

"That might not be in your best interest."

"Why not?"

"Camille knows who you are."

Kathryn's brow lifts. "And how does she know that?"

It's impossible to miss his wince. "She might have recognized you when we were fucking."

"Oh, you mean when you tore my mask off?" Suddenly her good mood vanishes in a puff of smoke. "So, what, if I don't go and act as a plaything for her and her husband, she's going to expose us?"

"No, Camille would never do that. She is however, going to kick us out and we won't be invited back."

"And?"

"And I want to come back! This is like my Christmas, you know that."

Finally putting the pieces together Kathryn surmises, "You already told her I'd do it, didn't you?"

Sebastian doesn't respond, he just floats and looks off.

For Christs fucking sake, she should have known. Kathryn tries to contain her temper. "So let me get this straight, you agreed to pimp me out to this bitch and her husband just so you can continue to go to her fuck parties?"

"Technically…"

Rolling her eyes, Kathryn swims over to the ladder and climbs out of the pool. Sebastian follows after her. "Come on Kathryn, it's not as sordid as it sounds. Can you just do me this one favor?"

Kathryn lets out a short laugh as she wraps her robe around herself. "You's acting like you're asking me to pick up your dry cleaning, not fuck a couple of complete strangers."

"You literally just fucked three strangers not two hours ago. In front of people no less. This would hardly be a stretch." Sebastian grabs a towel and dries off. "Look, I know I don't have any claim on you—"

"Goddamn right you don't," she snaps sharply. That MINE stuff might be fun when they're playing, but she'll be damned if he thinks that means he can tell her what to do outside of the bedroom. "I cannot fucking believe you sold me out like that."

"Okay, enough with the self-righteous act. We both know if the shoe was on the other foot you wouldn't hesitate to use me to get what you want."

"I would never—"

"Cecile, Sloane, Greg, Bianca, Annette," Sebastian counts off on his fingers. "Not to mention the countless others you've sent me after over the years. You OWE me Kathryn, come on."

"Well, when you put it like that…not a chance."

She turns away and flops down on one of the lounge chairs surrounding the pool. Despite her refusals, Kathryn mentally weighs the pros and cons of going through with this and what she might be able to get out of it. She's not particularly against fucking the Cartwrights but she's only doing it if there's something in it for her. At the very least, she deserves to make Sebastian sweat over it after all the times he's done the same to her when she's asked a favor.

Sebastian slowly ambles over and drops down into the chair opposite her. Kathryn pretends to ignore him. "If you don't want to, I'll respect that, however, I will point out that it's probably in your best interest not to offend Camille."

Kathryn's well aware of this, but she plays along "Oh?"

"She's one of the most well respected, powerful women in the world Kathryn, capable of opening all sorts of doors—including Harvard. I'm just saying, you put up with Sloane all those years, I think you can suck it up for one night with this woman." Sebastian sighs. "Look, I'd join you, but I finally ran into Audrey Stone, and I told her I'd—"

"Oh, hell no," Kathryn exclaims, sitting up. "If I'm going through with this, so are you."

"What makes you think I'm even invited?"

"Because I know you brother dearest and I know you'd insist on being there, if only so you could perv out over it. You're coming with me." She rolls her eyes. "Pun intended."

Sebastian's brow quirks as he taps his fingers against her knee. "So does that mean you'll do it?"

Kathryn stares at him for a long beat before getting up out of her chair and straddling his lap. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she presses her thumb against his windpipe. Not enough to cut off air, but enough to make it difficult to breathe and recognize she's serious. Her stepbrother's eyes widen. "I'll go through with it, and I'll give those weirdo's the hottest fuck of their lives. But in exchange for me doing you this favor, you are going to do one for me. The next time I need something from you, not only will you agree but you'll do so without incident and without complaining. Agreed?"

"Agreed."


"Oh god, oh fuck!"

Annette tosses back her head and releases a strangled cry as she rides the stable hands face. Absently, she reaches out and grabs at his thick hair, holding on to it for leverage as she works herself harder against his thrusting tongue currently pushing its way deeper and faster inside her clenching cunt. The feel of his thick, gruff beard rubbing into the delicate skin of her thighs only spurs her on more. She'll undoubtably have some kind of rash tomorrow but fuck it, she thinks, it's worth it.

It's so worth it.

When Dominic had pulled her astride his face, she had blushed. Not from embarrassment at doing such a filthy thing, but at the memory of when Vivien had done it to her. For some reason this felt even dirtier, more wanton.

She catches sight of herself in her vanity mirror and gasps. Hair tussled, lips red and raw, her tits hanging out of her nightgown and a very beefy man between her thighs.

You look like a real whore Hargrove. God, why does that turn her on so much?

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Annette rocks into his face harder and grabs at her own breasts, squeezing the supple flesh then pinching her elongated nipples until she whines. Dominic growls into her cunt, the tip of his nose nudging against her clit with every grind of her hips. His grip on her ass tightens and she whimpers when his fingertips press into her ass crack. Fuck.

Annette can feel her arousal tightening in her stomach. A few more minutes of this and he'll send her over the edge. She wants that of course, but it's not the reason she dragged him up to her room. If she just wanted to get her pussy licked, they could have done that in the parlor.

Dismounting from his face, Annette scrambles down his muscular body, straddling his thighs. Dominic sits up on his elbows, looking down at her bewildered. His face is flushed, and his mouth is wet from her juices. When he sees her go for his belt, he laughs, deep and masculine. "Babe, what are you doing?"

She just flashes him a grin, too preoccupied with getting him out of his pants. As soon as she's got his zipper down, his fat cock is already trying to fight its way out of its confines. Annette aggressively tugs down his shorts and audible groans at the sight of him. Somehow, he looks even bigger than before. She wraps her fist around his thick frame as best she can and strokes until the tip begins to leak with pre-cum. "Fuck," he groans, "What are you doing to me?"

"Do you like it?" she simpers.

"What do you think? But we can't…I mean…ah shit!"

Annette leans forward and sucks at the tip of his fat cock head, filling her mouth with the salty taste of him. When his hips buck towards her, she pulls back. "I want you inside me Dominic," she demands like a kid asking for candy.

He shakes his head, panting. "We can't darlin', you're too small."

"But I've been stretching myself out." She's been practicing this seduction ruse all week. Improvising, she nods at her broken toy on the nightstand and tells him, "Using that."

Dominic reaches for the pink vibrator, eyes glazing over in lust as he stares at it and tries to turn it on. "It's a lot smaller than I am."

"Not the way I use it. I kind of broke it." Annette once again takes a long lick of his cockhead. "I think I'm ready for the real thing."

He drops the toy into the comforter then wraps his own meaty fist around himself. "You really think you can take all that cock?"

"Only one way to find out."

Annette moves back up his body and captures his mouth in a kiss, tasting herself on his mouth. While she distracts him, she reaches into the drawer and pulls out one of the condoms Sebastian had left in there. She hopes it's big enough.

Pulling back, he groans as he catches sight of the foil packet. "You're really putting me between a rock and a hard place."

"Pun intended?" She smiles as she slithers down his body once more. Annette wastes no time getting the condom on him, fearful that he's going to put an end to this before she gets what she wants. It slides down his long length and just fits. Thank God.

He shakes his head, "You're not ready for this."

"People have a habit of underestimating me," she smiles, hovering over his erection which despite its stiffness is tilting under its own weight. "Let me just try the tip."

Dominic releases a huff of laughter. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be the one saying that to you. Ah…fuck…"

Annette guides the tip against her dripping slit, dragging it slowly through her folds. Even through the thin latex he still feels impossibly hot and big. Taking a deep breath, she holds him still then slowly sinks down on his dick. As he breaches her pussy, Annette cries out. HOLYFUCKINGSHIT. She knew he'd be big, but somehow, she wasn't prepared for how intense it feels to be stretched so fully. God, it's like squatting over a baseball bat.

"Oh god," she gasps over and over as her cunt swallows another inch of him. It's painful but she also likes it. A lot.

Annette pulls up, until he's nearly out of her only to sink further down. She does this slowly, getting used to the feel of his unwieldy girth. Dominic's hands meanwhile have come to rest on her hips, squeezing them as if that's all that's stopping him from shoving her all the way down his length. He's gritting his teeth as she sinks down another inch on him. "Ah, God you feel so big," she pants. "So fucking big and hard!"

"You like it?"

She nods in the affirmative, his cock now rubbing against her walls, hitting some previously unexplored spot. Annette whines, squeezing around him tighter. Shit, she can actually hear her own heartbeat ringing in her ears.

When Dominic begins rubbing her clit in hard little circles, her hips speed up and soon she's taking more than half of him inside her. "That a girl, baby," he praises, lifting his hips just slightly. "Take that cock. Your tight little pussy feels so fucking good. That's it, squeeze me…ah yeah, yeah, yeah…"

Annette rides him harder, sinking down to the point where she knows he has to be hitting her cervix. She feels so full, so turned on she thinks she's going to black out from the pleasure. When Dominic at last surges forward and begins attacking her heaving breasts, she grabs on to him and grinds down on his cock and his hand and his mouth before finally coming with a high-pitched shriek that rocks her body hard.

Before she can even catch her breath, Annette feels Dominic abruptly remove his cock from her body. Her pulsating cunt twitches in despair at the loss, but then she feels herself being tossed backwards against the mattress. Dominic hovers over her, cock in hand. She thinks he's going to jerk off on her, but no, he has other plans. His easy-going expression has vanished, replaced with intense eyes and a hard set jaw. He's a man on a mission. She wants to question what he's doing, but then he's throwing her legs over his broad shoulders and guiding his monster cock towards her shuddering pussy. He thrusts into her gruffly causing Annette to release a startled cry, "OOH!"

Despite having taken three quarters of him just moments ago, it still feels like he's entering her for the first time. When he pulls out and slams into her again, she feels as if the wind is being knocked out of her. Yet, despite his gruffness, despite the way her pussy is stretching around his wide girth to the point of pain, Annette is immensely turned on. The sensation of him slamming into her tender cunt over and over again as she holds onto his strong frame for dear life, makes her whole body buzz and hum with an excitement she didn't think was possible.

"You like that big dick pumping your pussy open?" he growls at her, his dark eyes wild with lust. The gentle Dominic of earlier is now a faint memory. "Is this what you rub yourself off thinking about?"

Annette can only grunt in response as she digs her nails into his broad shoulders in an effort to keep from getting fucked off the bed. As it is, her head and shoulders are already hanging off the mattress. When Dominic reaches down and gruffly rubs at her weeping slit, his fat thumb grinding against her tender clit she shrieks.

"That a girl, squeeze those pussy muscles," he groans shoving his meat all the way inside her. "Fuck yeah, milk my dick. You feel so fucking good."

"Please…oh god…please," she cries not sure what she's asking for just knowing she's so close. "D-don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Dominic fucks into her faster, deeper and so hard she can feel his heavy sack slapping against her ass. The funny thing is, despite the bed rattling, hard fuck he's giving her, she knows it's still not nearly as intense as what he gave to Kathryn. Part of her is a little resentful of that.

However, all thoughts of the wicked debutante or anything else really, leave her brain when he stops rubbing her clit and pinches it instead. This is enough to send her shooting off in orgasm. Annette lets go of his shoulders to grip him around the neck. Everything in her goes taunt before finally exploding in pleasure. Dominic grabs her ass, tilting her hips and pistons into her pliant body quickly before finally coming with a loud roar.

Annette's just coming back to herself when he collapses on top of her. They lay there panting, sweating and exhausted. She dearly hopes Helen hasn't returned yet. If she has, there will be little doubt what she's been doing in her room and with Sebastian out of town it's liable to bring up some questions she has no interest in answering.

After a few minutes, Dominic pulls up from her then slowly removes his softened cock from her body. Her pussy flutters in his absence feeling very empty and more than a little sore. He removes the condom and ties it off, not making eye contact with her. Sitting down beside her, he runs a hand through his sweaty hair and shakes his head. "I'm so sorry about that Annette. I can't believe I let it go that far."

"Why?" she asks, sitting up on her elbows. "I thought it was fun."

"Fun?" he echoes, looking back at her incredulously. "You like getting treated like that? Like nothing more than a hole to get filled. Christ. I could have really hurt you."

"Dominic, I'm fine," she assures him. "Really. A little sore but that's to be expected. Stop beating yourself up." When he regards her with disbelief she sighs. "Look, we don't know each other that well, but if there's one thing you should know about me it's that I don't have a problem with speaking up. If I wanted you to stop at any time, trust me, I would have put a stop to it."

"Oh yeah?" He flops down beside her on the bed. "And uh, how would you have done that?"

She gestures with her fingers, "Poke out your eyes, twist your balls, heel to your windpipe."

"That is very specific."

"My dad is very into self-defense. Plus, I have mace and a switchblade on my keys in the drawer. Trust me you wouldn't have gotten out of here unscathed. Besides, my most deadly weapon is my mouth. I can scream like you wouldn't believe."

"Yeah, I remember," he teases. "You're something else you know that." Dominic leans in and gives her a soft kiss. "I am sorry I was so rough with you though."

"I'm not," she laughs. "That was the best sex of my life."

He arches a brow. "Better than pretty boy?"

Different, she thinks, maybe not better. "It was more intense."

"That's something. I'd like to see you again."

"Yeah?"

Dominic picks up her broken vibrator and begins to fiddle with it. "Maybe we can go out sometime, get away from this house."

Annette's face falls at the offer. Oh boy. She likes Dominic, at least what she's seen of him which isn't much outside of the bedroom, but that's where it ends. She has no interest in him as anything more. Wanting to let him down gently she says, "I'm not sure that's a great idea. I have a boyfriend Dominic…two actually. My life is a little complicated right now. Not to mention, well if anyone found out about it…"

"I'd be in deep shit," he finishes for her with a rueful laugh. "Good point. So, I guess we're just friends."

"Friends," she repeats. "Who have sex occasionally."

He kisses her nose. "You're very cute. Here you go."

He hands over the vibrator and when Annette switches it on it buzzes to life. "Hey, you fixed it!"

"Yeah, I guess you don't need me anymore."

Tossing the toy aside she gives him a sly look before reaching for him. "Think again."


"So, which one is looking to fuck me?"

"Both maybe? Definitely the husband, I think he's into underage snatch."

"Fantastic."

"Well, if it helps, just close your eyes and pretend he's your 'daddy' stockbroker."

As the elevator comes to a stop, Kathryn reaches into her teddy and pumps up her breasts. When she notices him watching she demands, "What?"

"Do you really think that makes them bigger?" he snarks.

Glaring at him, Kathryn sneers, "Tell me something Sebastian, do you think you're going to be able to watch the handsome movie star fuck me without going all possessive macho man again? Things might get a little messy if you try to pull that shit with them."

"Get over yourself Kathryn. I'll be fine." The elevator doors open and Sebastian steps out. As he heads down the hall to the master bedroom, he curses himself for letting his jealousy get the better of him. She's never going to let him live it down. He stops in front of a set of double doors being guarded by a burly, expressionless security guard who seems to follow Camille everywhere.

Kathryn comes up behind him and unbothered by their audience asks, "What if I let him fuck me up the ass?"

Sebastian quirks a brow at the question. Wanting to shock her quiet he swings around and says, "That depends, will you be sucking him off afterwards?"

Before she can reply, the bedroom doors open and Camille appears, wearing a long, green satin robe that hangs low enough Sebastian can tell she has nothing on underneath it. Greeting them with a smile that's part ingratiating, part sinister she purrs, "Look at that, right on time."

"Punctuality is one of our strong suits," Sebastian drawls.

"Amongst other things," Kathryn quips.

"Come on in." She steps aside and they enter the bedroom. It's a large space, with a high ceiling and a dark gray and chrome aesthetic. Very masculine. There are two features that dominate the room. One is the enormous painting of Camille, naked and lounging on a sofa that greets you when you walk in. The second is the large four poster bed which must be custom because it looks larger than a typical California king sized bed. Clearly these two frequently welcome visitors into their bed.

Oof, these people are freaks, Sebastian thinks. Please don't let this end badly. Kathryn will never let me hear the end of it.

Sprawled out on the bed is Camille's movie star husband. Duncan is shirtless, wearing only a pair of black silk bottoms. Suddenly Sebastian is feeling overdressed in his Tom Ford suit. "Good evening," he drawls in his posh British accent, his hungry gaze sliding over the both of them. "Glad you could make it."

He wonders if Camille told her husband about the deal they made. Sebastian suspects he wouldn't care either way. "Would you like a drink?" she purrs brushing past them to procure two flutes of champagne. She hands him a glass, but Kathryn declines it. She took a second hit of Molly, but he can still see the edge around her smile. Despite the fact that she has no problem fucking whomever to get what she wants, he knows she despises doing it at someone else's insistence. Sebastian's still kind of shocked he got her to agree to this.

When Camille takes her by the hand and leads her over to the bed, Kathryn shoots him a look over her shoulder but goes along. "Duncan, I don't believe you've officially met Sebastian's sister. This is Kathryn Merteuil." The older woman tugs at the tie holding Kathryn's cape until the garment falls to the floor leaving her in only the black lace teddy, she arrived in. "Isn't she exquisite?"

Duncan takes her hand and kisses it as Kathryn preens quietly under the compliment. Sebastian recognizes the doe eyed, sweetness-and-light expression covering her face. It's the same one she uses to make the old moneyed bitches of the Upper East Side think she walks on water. Apparently, it's just as effective on spoiled Hollywood stars. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cartwright," she purrs in her most charming docile tone. "I'm a big fan."

"Mr. Cartwright? So formal, I like it. Why don't you lose the nightie. Show me your beautiful body."

Kathryn doesn't hesitate and slowly draws the straps of the lingerie down her arms before letting it pool at her feet. All of them take in her naked body and despite the fact that he's committed it to memory by now Sebastian is still moved by it.

"You're really seventeen?" Duncan asks, voice thick with desire, eyes on her tits.

"I really am."

"Kathryn, bend over and show my husband that underage pussy of yours." It's impossible to miss the slight bite of Camille's vulgar words.

Turning slowly, Kathryn meets Sebastian's stare and rolls her eyes, but does as instructed. She bends over and touches the floor. Sebastian takes a seat on the bed, laying back to admire the view of all of Kathryn's charms on display. Despite her annoyance with their circumstances, her pussy is glistening and her asshole twitches under their attention. Just looking at her Sebastian's mouth fills with saliva. She holds that position for a long beat, while Duncan looks as if he's desperately trying to hold back from taking her. Finally, he orders tensely, "Come here Kathryn."

She slowly turns and climbs on to the bed, and as she does Sebastian studies her, realizing that despite her complaining, she's enjoying the attention. She crawls into the movie star's lap, and Duncan glances over at Sebastian as if just noticing him for the first time. "And you two are really siblings?"

Before he can answer Kathryn speaks up, "Twins, actually."

Sebastian cocks a brow but doesn't correct her, curious where she's taking this. "Really?" Duncan asks, and it's clear Camille didn't fill him in on everything. "You two must be very close."

"Closer than you can imagine," she sighs, wrapping her arms around his muscular shoulders. "Sebastian was my first."

As she says this Sebastian nearly chokes on his champagne. He shoots a brief look at Camille who has come to sit beside him, she stares back and forth between the siblings curiously. Deciding to go with it, Sebastian speaks up saying, "We were each other's firsts actually."

Kathryn meets his stare across the bed and smiles. "We were thirteen, full of hormones, living in such close quarters. How could we be expected to control ourselves? He was so beautiful, and I wanted him so badly."

"Me too sis." Sebastian crawls over to her. "No one else has measured up since."

His stepsister reaches for him, and they kiss, deep and lingering. When they pull back, he notices Duncan's eyes are glazed over in lust. Clearly, he enjoyed their depraved little fairytale. Kathryn turns her attentions back to the older man and cupping his face she pulls him into a sensual kiss. When she pulls away, Duncan stares up at her in wonder. It's then he realizes the brilliance of his sister. This is all a ploy to regain control of the situation and it works.

Duncan plays with her pussy, cooing about how wet she is, how tight, how he can't wait to be inside her. Kathryn shakes her head. "I don't want you to fuck me there."

He looks genuinely taken aback. "No? Here then?" He sticks his fingers in her mouth, and she sucks them before shaking her head again.

Kathryn guides his hand to her ass, and she tells him, "I want it here. In my tight little ass." Flashing a triumphant little smirk his way she tells him, "I want to you rip me apart."

Sebastian can't be sure if she wants this just to taunt him or because her pussy is still sore or if it's another ploy to regain control but otherwise it works. Duncan eagerly maneuvers her onto her hands and knees and then proceeds to tongue her ass. Sebastian idly wonders if she enjoys it as much as when he does it.

Judging by the look on her face he would say so. Kathryn is down on her elbows, with her ass in the air as Duncan works her over. Her mouth falls open and her eyes lose their focus. She whimpers as she grinds her ass against his face. Meeting Sebastian's stare, her lips curl into a taunting grin and she pants, "Do you like the way my little asshole tastes?"

Sebastian cock jerks in his pants. Fucking bitch.

"Your asshole tastes like heaven, luv," Duncan groans.

As her husband's rimming a teenager, Camille pulls out some coke and does a few lines off of a coffee table book, before sliding it across the mattress to Sebastian. Despite the fact he already took a hit of Molly, he goes in for the coke as well. When in Rome and all that. He does a fat line and after he throws his head back, he feels Camille reaching for him. Her plush mouth crashes against his own and she kisses him deep and sloppy. For some reason he hadn't even really considered fucking Camille up until that moment, but he's certainly not going to turn down the chance to bed one of the most powerful women in the world.

He jerks her robe off, his hands molding around her lush body and full breasts, squeezing them to the point of pain until she cries out. Sebastian then tosses her face first onto the bed. As he begins to remove his own clothes his gaze falls on his stepsister. Dominic is fucking her now, one hand gripping her shoulder the other her hip as he thrusts into her ass with hard, sharp lunges that make her mouth hang open in a permanent O.

"You like that?" Duncan taunts, "Do you like taking a dick up your arse?"

"Y-yes," Kathryn cries, nails digging into the duvet for purchase.

The older man brings his hand down sharply on her jiggling backside. "Let me here you say it then. Tell me how much you love getting that underage ass fucked."

"I love when you fuck me up the ass!" Kathryn growls, face pinched in pleasure but also irritation, most likely at his obsession with her age. "Do it harder, make it hurt daddy. Make your little girl take it."

Jesus Christ. Never let it be said she doesn't know how to commit to a bit. They make an undeniably attractive pair, her pale skin contrasting nicely with his darker skin. Sebastian might have been jealous, but the drugs have made him too horny to care.

Camille has positioned herself on her knees, showing off her splayed leaking cunt and asshole. Sebastian fingers her, groaning at her tightness as his thumb teases her butthole. She presses back against him and whines, "Fuck me goddammit."

He smiles faintly at her as he wraps up his dick. "Huh. I guess, despite your supposed prestige and all your money, in the end you're just as much of a needy whore as all the rest. How quaint."

She glowers over her shoulder at him, but soon he's slamming his cock inside of her and just like magic her haughty exterior falls away. Camille throws her hips back at him and moans, "Oh god, shit, just like that."

"Just like this?" he taunts, shoving into her even harder. Sebastian takes a handful of her long, luminous hair that's come undone from its bun, and wraps it around his hand. He tugs hard. Her cries become louder as he fucks her deeper. Sebastian slams inside her so hard her elbows give out forcing her face into the mattress Leaning in, he husks against her ear, "You enjoying my underage, overhyped dick now, bitch?"

She grunts in response and Sebastian slaps her ass. Duncan laughs at his wife, "It's been a while since I've seen you get off like this baby."

Sebastian turns to find Kathryn kneeling on her haunches as her ass gets reamed out. He can tell she's trying to get some attention on her poor neglected clit. Without breaking stride, Sebastian reaches for her and gropes her pussy. As soon as he touches her Kathryn grinds against his hand, eagerly moaning. "Fuck, fuck, yes, right there," she whines.

Duncan gets sight of what he's doing and his mouth twists into a dark smile. It must hurt that ego of his something fierce to see a teenager fucking the hell out of his wife while simultaneously getting off the girl he's ass fucking. His hips speed up and he tells Kathryn, "When I'm doing fucking you up the arse, I'm going to make your brother suck it clean. What do you think of that luv?"

Meeting Sebastian's gaze she grins, "Do it."

Well then. You can get yourself off bitch.

Sebastian gives her clit one final, scornful pinch before releasing her and returning his attention fully to Camille. He jerks the tech billionairess up roughly, so her back is too his front, then grabs her around the neck. Squeezing her he jackhammers inside her while his other hand slaps her cunt until she's squirming. She's leaking so much he can feel it dripping onto his balls. A few pointed thrusts at just the right angle and she's gasping through her climax, practically humping the air for more.

Sebastian turns his head just in time to see his dear sister getting off near simultaneously, her own hand between her thighs as she shoves her hips back at the cock angrily sodomizing her. Her mouth hangs open in pleasure, while her unfocused eyes look towards his as she comes with a shout. He knows from experience it's at least a little theatrical. However, acting or not it's enough to set Sebastian off as well. An explosion of white hot pleasure erupts through his body as his gaze locks on his stepsister's cum face.

Duncan pulls out of Kathryn's backside, his cock still hard and pointed to the ceiling. Sebastian figures he has to be on some kind of pharmaceuticals to have not come yet. Leering, he shakes his erection at him and says, "Come along pretty boy. I want you to suck this dick straight from your sister's asshole."

Sebastian releases Camille, letting her flop down onto the bed as he pulls out of her then crawls across the way to her husband. Kathryn has rolled over to her side and is watching him with avid attention. Not one to shy away from a challenge, Sebastian doesn't flinch, scowl or go into the blushing debutante routine. Instead, he embraces his inner slut and sinks to his knees. He doesn't even let Duncan remove the rubber before engulfing him. He can taste his sister's ass on him, but rather than be disgusted it makes him hard.

Sebastian forms a tight ring round his girth and enthusiastically sucks him down. Duncan's cock is about five inches, but it's thicker than Sebastian's own and when it hits the back of his throat he gags momentarily. Knowing that's probably getting Kathryn off, he allows it. Sure enough when he pulls back, he looks over and to find her leaning in close. Her big green eyes are wide and horny, her face is like a kid on Christmas morning.

He resumes his sloppy blow job that earns moans of approval from Duncan. "Can you taste her arse?" he husks. When he moans around his cock, the movie star chuckles. "You like it?" Sebastian meets his stare and sucks even harder by way of answer. "You two are really something."

He's got almost his entire dick down his throat when he feels a pair of lips on his cheek. He pulls off to find Kathryn right there. She leans in and licks and sucks at Duncan's heavy sac before pulling off him with a pop. "You're quite the cock slut brother dearest," she murmurs with affection.

"From you sis that's the highest of praise."

Kathryn pulls the condom off then attacks one side of his thick meat while Sebastian licks the other side until they come together at the tip. Their mouths go from sucking the angry, pulsating head to licking and kissing each other. It's weird to have a cock against one side of his lips and Kathryn at the other, but he likes it all the same. It feels filthy and obscene.

Duncan is soon grabbing him by the hair and shoving him back down his length. Sebastian takes his face fucking like a trooper, swallowing along his length, while Kathryn works his balls. It doesn't last long before Duncan is finally coming, with a deep grunt and is filling his mouth with his hot, salty cum.

Sebastian swallows some of it but leaves a little on his tongue. He crushes his mouth to Kathryn's then presses the cum into her mouth. She groans, but accepts it, sucking on his tongue until he's needily grinding against her.

"You're still hard," Camille marvels.

"Oh, the joys of youth," her husband drawls.

The drugs now singing through his system, Sebastian's whole body is vibrating with the need to fuck despite the fact that he just had a very satisfying orgasm. He has every intention of throwing Kathryn down and fucking her unconscious once again.

Stroking his cock, she looks up at him through her lashes and taunts, "You're dying to fuck aren't you?"

"You know me well. Must me that twin telepathy." He grins at her then orders, "Bend over."

Kathryn shakes her head. "I have a better idea."


Kathryn is unprepared for how turned on she is at the sight of Sebastian with a man. She literally can't stop touching herself. Then again maybe it's the molly.

"They make quite the pretty pictures, don't they?" Camille husks in her ear, as she presses her tits into her back. "I've never seen my husband bottom for anyone other than me."

She's not wrong. Sebastian currently has one of the biggest stars in Hollywood bent over moaning like a whore as he fucks him up the ass. Duncan's buries his face in the duvet as he bucks needily against her stepbrother's thrusting cock. Kathryn's own hand meanwhile is rubbing her sloppy folds as she watches Valmont deliver a thunderous slap to the older man's ass and praise him for having such a tight, greedy little pussy.

When she feels a soft hand join her own, Kathryn smirks against the pillow she's propped up against. It's about time. Not giving anything away, she pretends to startle. "What are you doing?"

Camille snickers into her ear. "You can save the blushing debutante routine Miss Merteuil. I'm not as easily swayed as my husband."

Kathryn gives her a pointed look over her shoulder and asks, "Then why aren't you eating my pussy?"

The redhead sends her a knowing grin before getting down to business. Making her way down her back, her tongue traces over her spin sending delightful little pangs of pleasure before setting up camp between her legs. Not surprisingly, Camille Cartwright is as adept at eating pussy as she is at making money. In no time Kathryn is rocking against her hungry mouth, practically fucking herself on her tongue until she's coming all over it, soaking the redheads face with her juices.

Her body is still trembling in orgasm when Camille is forcing her on her back and then attacking her mouth. Kathryn moans against her ardent lips when she feels her tongue crash against her own. Despite her orgasm, she is still hungry for more. Kathryn paws her c-cup tits, tugging her nipples between her fingers until she's crying out. When she feels their legs slotting together and Camille grinds down into her, Kathryn gasps against her parted lips. Soon, their overheated and sopping cunts are rubbing together causing little bursts of white-hot pleasure to course through her body. Camille's dark, hungry gaze burns into her own as she works her hips harder. "You are fucking something else," she pants. "I thought…I thought you would just be…but you're…fuck I have to have you…"

Kathryn can't begin to wrap her mind around what she's saying, and she doesn't care, not at that moment. Grabbing Camille's face, she pulls her into a sloppy, hungry kiss as they hump against each other in earnest, their clits grinding together, causing the most delicious friction. Kathryn hitches her leg higher on her hip as Camille grabs her ass, tilting her just so and they fucking grind until they both succumb to a toe-curling, mind-numbing orgasm.

Falling back against the mattress, panting harshly, Kathryn turns just in time to watch Sebastian's own pleasure take hold of him. Face pinched tightly in a grimace, his hips slap relentlessly against the older man's bucking ass before finally coming with a loud groan then falling backwards.

Duncan, who's already come if the wet spot underneath him is any indication, turns around and grabs for his half-hard dick. Kathryn kind of wanted to suck him off herself, but he beats her to it, sucking her stepbrother down with rabid enthusiasm. Crawling out from under Camille, Kathryn makes her way over to them. Sebastian is slumped back watching her though half hooded eyes. "Come here," he mouths to her.

Either sensing she's there, or having had enough, Duncan releases her brother's cock with a wet pop. He turns away to busy himself with his wife, as Kathryn straddles her stepbrother. Ripping off the condom, she tosses it away then sinks down on his bare length. She's still sore from earlier, but she's long since gave up caring about a little discomfort. She needs to get fucked. She needs to get fucked by him.

Kathryn rides him hard, her thighs hugging tightly to his hips as she aggressively bounces on his dick, his balls slapping her ass on every downward lunge. Sebastian, seemingly recovered from his orgasm, gropes her swaying breasts in both hands, squeezing them to the point of pain. She drags her nails up his chest then wraps her own hands around his neck before letting her thumb press against his windpipe like she had earlier. His breath catches, his unfocused eyes move to her face.

"Say it," she grits out. "Say it."

Somehow, he knows what she needs to hear in that moment, and he growls out, "Mine."

Kathryn rides him harder as he echoes the sentiment again and again until he's lunging forward and capturing her mouth in his. Gripping her ass tightly, Sebastian's hips surge up, pushing himself deeper inside her beckoning, twitching cunt while Kathryn slams herself down harder. They come together in a violent rhythm, like two rocks bashing together to create sparks. She's going to ache tomorrow but it's so going to be worth it.

She has nearly forgotten about their audience until she feels her ass being spread and a moment later feels a rough tongue against her tender hole. Kathryn's not sure if it's Camille or Duncan, it doesn't much matter. It sends her careening to new heights of pleasure and moments later she feels herself coming all over again.

Sebastian doesn't give her a moment to calm down before he's maneuvering her off his lap. Her stepbrother turns her around, laying her atop Camille. As the multi-hyphenate woman makes out with her, Sebastian begins to fuck his sister aggressively from behind. Kathryn pulls away from her mouth to latch on to Camille's tit, shoving it into her mouth and sucking it until she's withering below her. When her moans are suddenly silenced, Kathryn's eyes shoot up to find Duncan has stuffed his cock into his wife's mouth. Camille uses one hand to toy with her husband's ass while the other tangles in Kathryn's hair, clutching her to her breast. Reaching between their bodies, Kathryn snakes a hand down to play with her pussy. Camille's eyes look down at her and she seems to smile as she fucks her with two fingers. Curious, Kathryn pulls back from her breast to look over her shoulder at Sebastian. She's genuinely surprised to find her stepbrother is making out aggressively with Duncan as he slams inside her. Fuck, she's going to need to cum again.

From there, everything soon melts into sensation, and it becomes a little difficult to track who is doing what to whom. At some point Camille pulls out the coke and things get even messier. Kathryn's pretty sure she passes out at a few points.

As the sun is coming up and the night is fading into memory, they simultaneously succumb to exhaustion. Duncan is dozing lazily in the messy bed, while the rest of them are too wired from all the drugs to sleep. Kathryn is sprawled out on the plush sofa, flipping idly through a book of Camille's magazine covers. She's waiting for Sebastian to get out of the shower so they can get the hell out of there. As much as she enjoyed their night of debauchery, she's desperate for a long soak in her private tub away from everyone so she can decompress.

"Brandy?"

Kathryn looks up to find Camille standing before her with an offered glass of alcohol. She's freshly showered, now wearing elegant cream-colored cashmere pajamas. Looking at her you would never know she just spent the past three hours participating in a very X-rated four-way. Kathryn is envious of this as she's still wearing her teddy and a black silk robe Camille lent to her that's two sizes too big. She suddenly feels like a child.

Despite the fact that she very much isn't in the mood for it, she takes the drink out of politeness and thanks her. She observes the red head as she sits down across from her on the long white couch. For the life of her she can't figure this woman out. She can't tell if she sees her as a threat to be neutralized or a prize to be claimed. Maybe both. Kathryn proceeds with caution.

"Is Sebastian still in the shower?" she asks, flipping through the book.

"Yes. You know, you two are welcome to stay on for the rest of the week. Duncan and I would love to have you."

In more ways than one, she thinks snarkily. While Kathryn wouldn't be opposed to doing this again sometime in the future, she has no interest in staying on longer and she suspects, neither does Sebastian. This night felt like the definition of a one-night stand.

"Thanks, but I think Sebastian and I have to be moving on. Honestly, I only came to France to visit my father and I haven't even seen him yet."

"Your father is Alexandre Merteuil, right? I've met him a few times. He's a charming man."

Kathryn looks over at her uneasily. God, she dearly hopes she's not implying what she thinks she is. Much like Edward, her biological father also has a rather lascivious reputation. And if he knows the Cartwrights…

Her concern must show on her face because Camille releases a light laugh and assures her, "Oh, nothing like that. I've just met him at an event or two." She can feel her eyes on her as if studying her. "You two have similar features, but you're very different. You're much more austere, guarded, while Alex is so spirited and libertine. He's very much like Sebastian in that way."

Kathryn sniffs and replies stiffly, "They're men. They're free to act however they chose to in public. Women don't have that option." She looks up at her and adds, "As you're well aware."

Camille smiles at her. "Not to mention it's much smarter to be more guarded with your thoughts and feelings, less anyone know what you're really up to. You know, I didn't tell your brother this, but I recognized you right away when you arrived."

She doesn't bother to hide her surprise. "Oh?"

"Obviously I know your family and I've seen you in the society pages. I was curious what a girl like you would be doing at a party like this, let alone with your brother. I had no idea about you and Sebastian."

"There's nothing to know," she bites out tersely.

"Of course." Tilting her head thoughtfully as she examines her, Camille remarks, "You know I see a lot of myself in you Kathryn. I think you have a very bright future ahead of you."

"Coming from you that's not a compliment to be taken lightly," she says with a smile, although inwardly she wonders where this is all going.

"In fact, I was thinking perhaps you might benefit from my experience. I'm always looking for opportunities to mentor promising young women and I think you'd be an ideal candidate. Duncan will be filming a movie in the fall in New York. Perhaps we can arrange a meetup."

And she just imagines how that meet up would go: in a luxury penthouse suite, with her in expensive lingerie acting as their comely sex toy for the night. It starts out as just one night, then turns into two and soon enough Camille's calling, demanding she break her plans to service them and whomever else she chooses. No thanks.

Kathryn is well aware of the doors Camille could open for her, hell it was partially the reason she agreed to this night of debauchery in the first place. However, thanks to her tenure as Sloane's mentee she's more than aware what a 'mentorship' with this woman would look like. She'd likely be expected to be at her beck and call anytime her husband got horny for teenage pussy. And while yes, she wouldn't mind fucking them again, she's only interested in doing it on her terms. Anything else feels too much like she's being used or worse yet prostituted. The strings involved with a mentorship with Camille Cartwright just aren't worth it.

However, she can't very well come right out and tell her thanks but no thanks. Instead, she says carefully, "That's very generous of you, however I'm not sure I'm the right candidate."

"Oh?"

"Yes, you see the last mentor relationship I had didn't end well. She got a little too demanding of me, crossed all sorts of ethical boundaries and I'm afraid I had to put an end to it."

"I'm sorry to hear that. What happened if you don't mind me asking?"

"She pissed me off, so I leaked a video of her fucking her Great Dane," Kathryn states bluntly.

Camille nearly chokes on her brandy, her green eyes looking up at her amazed. "Sloane Porter."

"That's right."

"Well, then I can understand and appreciate your position." Camille gives her another long appraisal and this time Kathryn doesn't miss the respect in her eyes. "You're an interesting young woman Kathryn. No bullshit, I do believe you have a very bright future ahead of you…so long as you're careful."

"Meaning?"

She moves closer to her on the couch, her voice dropping lower as she speaks. "This thing between you and Sebastian, you have to be more cautious. If it got out that you two were involved—"

"We're not—"

"Yes, you are," she tells her sternly. "Fucking in private is one thing, you can keep a lid on that. But attending sex parties and fucking in front of an audience is playing with fire. If that got out, it could ruin you and I would hate to see a woman as formidable as yourself be dragged down by something so sordid. Especially if it could have been avoided. My advice? Either end it now or learn to become more discreet."

Kathryn wants to laugh at her, tell her she's being dramatic, tell her she's out of line but deep down she knows she's right. If this night has proven anything, it's that this thing with Sebastian has definitely gone off the rails. It's high time for Kathryn to reel it in.

"Rest assured Camille I have the matter well in hand," she tells her confidently. "I don't intend to let anything stand in my way. Least of all Valmont."