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Cruel Love Anthology	By : CarolineSpencer Category: 1 through F > Cruel Intentions Views: 8536 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cruel Love Anthology
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I just make the characters do naughty things. Your welcome.
Author's Note: A brief (very brief) scene of Annette and Sebastian having sex. I know ick, but it couldn't be helped.
Chapter Summary: She's his addiction, pure and simple. However, nothing between Sebastian & Kathryn has ever been easy. Nothing can keep them apart, even marriage but is there anything left that can truly bring them back together? Marriage is hard but affairs are even more difficult, especially when love is involved.

L is for Love

Will you be able to get away later?
Perhaps. Assuming there's a reasonable incentive
Oh I have your incentive right here sweetheart
Save it for your wife
I'd rather save it for you. I want your cunt naked and wet and waiting for me when I arrive
I'll see what I can do
Midnight, our place?
See you then
Sebastian Valmont smirked as he read the incoming text from his lover. Pleased by her response, he was going to send out a farewell text when the bathroom door opened. He shut his blackberry off and set it down on the bedside table. Running a frustrated hand through his short blond hair, he turned his attention to the photographs spread out across the bed.
Annette stepped into the guest room wearing purple satin pajamas and rubbing vanilla scented lotion onto her arms. She grinned at her husband's intense expression as he studied his work. "Still can't decide?"
He shifted the glasses on his face – once a fashion statement now a necessity – and studied the images more carefully. There were four collections of photographs, all showcasing a different model who was to be featured in the new Dior advertisement. "Christ, I don't know anymore. What do you think?"
Studying the pictures a second she shrugged. "I think they all need a cheeseburger," she remarked dryly.
Sebastian huffed out a laugh. "That might get in the way of their anorexia."
"Hmm…the one on the right is really beautiful," she said pointing out the leggy African American girl.
"Yeah, but I guarantee Carl will say she's too ethnic"
Annette turned up her nose in distaste at the implication. "Charming. Well," she sighed, "I'm probably not the audience for this being as I am just a lowly school teacher who doesn't own a stitch of Dior to begin with. You should ask your sister."
At the mention of Kathryn he flinched, but replied noncommittally, "Maybe. And you're not just a school teacher. You're amazing."
He wasn't just playing the loyal husband either, he truly believed this. Annette was a wonderful, much beloved first grade teacher at one of the countries best prep schools. On top of that she headed several charity committees, ran marathons, volunteered her time and was a wonderful mother to their two children. In short, she was one of the best people he knew.
When Sebastian listed off her many accomplishments she rolled her eyes then leaned over and kissed him, sinking down into the bed in the process. As she pulled away she groaned, "Thank you, but I'm not feeling amazing. Actually, I'm feeling kind of guilty…about leaving the kids this weekend. Maybe we should have brought them with us. They love the country and being around your aunt and sister. Should we have taken them with us?"
He had been expecting her second guessing and was rather surprised it hadn't come up earlier. Annette always did this the few times they had vacationed alone since five-year old Emma and two-year old Sam, came along. She always felt guilty and it was always his job to make her feel better. Brushing a loose strand of hair from her face he replied, "Ann I'm sure the kids are fine. They're probably having the time of their life terrorizing Patrice. Besides, it was your idea to make this a solo trip. You wanted adult alone time, remember?"
"Yeah," she muttered not sounding terribly convinced.
They took this trip to his Aunts country estate –the same estate they met at over fifteen years ago– every year. Sometimes the kids came with, but she had been especially adamant that it just be the two of them this time. Sebastian suspected this was her passive aggressive way of working on their marriage. It was true that intimately they hadn't been as close as they once were, what with the kids and their busy careers and schedules. Annette likely assumed one of these issues were the culprit and thus a little alone time was in order. Sebastian knew otherwise.
"Listen, if it will make you feel better why don't you call home," he suggested.
Her light blue eyes lit up at the suggestion as she reached for the old fashioned rotary phone on the bedside table. Sebastian straighten out his work and put it back in the portfolio as he listened to his wife quiz the nanny Patrice on the kids before she put Emma on the phone. "Hey babygirl!" she cooed sounding every bit the doting, loving mother she was. "How are you doing?"
Smiling, he caressed his wife's hair as he watched her earlier tension melt from her expression as she talked animatedly with their daughter about her day. "I miss you too honey…what…oh yes, he's right here, hold on." Handing him the phone she explained, "She wants to talk to daddy."
Sebastian grinned as he put the received to his ear. "Hey trouble maker, how's it going?"
"Terrible daddy," she explained sounding far too dramatic for even a five-year old. "Sammy keeps bothering me, we had sprouts for dinner and Patrice won't let me take my book to bed!"
"Calm down," he instructed her with mock sternness. "We've talked about this baby. Sammy just follows you around because you're his big sister and he looks up to you. Sprouts are gross, I agree. Just hide them in your napkin when Patrice isn't looking and as for the book you can finish Black Beauty in the morning. Any other complaints?"
"Yes, Patrice is horrible. When are you coming back?"
"In a few days. You think you can keep from torturing poor Patrice until then?"
"Maybe," she replied petulantly.
Sebastian knew that tone all too well. His daughter was far too much like him for her own good. "What do you want Emma?"
"Can we have a special day, just you and me, when you get back?"
Only five and she already had the delicate art of bribery down to a tee. He chuckled dryly and teased, "We'll see, if you're a very good girl and behave yourself. What would you like to do?"
"I want to go to the park, and the zoo and to the ice cream place with the yummy frozen chocolate drinks and shopping!"
Sebastian rolled his eyes in pain. Usually their 'special days' involved him spoiling her in a variety of ways, the most painful of which being shopping. "I suppose this will involve going to the American Girl store?" He cringed at the mere thought of stepping into that tourist laden seven circle of hell.
Emma surprised him by exclaiming, "No, that's for babies! I want to go to the big girl store Aunt Kathryn took me to where they let me put on make-up and try on jewelry like she does." Sebastian was trying to figure out what store she meant – Barney's maybe – when his daughter asked, "Can Aunt Kathryn go too?"
He shot a look to his wife and replied, "I thought you wanted it to be just us?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't mind if she came. Can she come daddy?"
"We'll see, she might be working. Aunt Kathryn is a very busy woman baby."
Annette's eyebrows shot up at the mention of his stepsister, but she said nothing. "Now Emma, promise me you'll behave and when I get back I expect to hear all about what happened to Black Beauty, alright?"
The little girl yawned over the receiver. "Got it daddy. I love you."
"Love you too troublemaker. Goodnight"
As he set the phone back in its cradle he looked to his wife and asked, "Feel better now?"
"Yeah," she sighed, "I was just being foolish. They're fine, of course they're fine. Although I must say, it still amazes me how much that little girl has you wrapped around her finger. She's definitely daddy's little girl."
"And she knows it," he huffed with mock gruffness. While Sebastian loved both his children equally, it was fair to say that he held a special place in his heart for Emma. He wasn't sure if it was because she was a girl, his first born or perhaps it was just because she was so much like himself. While Sam was a calm, thoughtful child much like his mother, Emma was prone to the occasional dramatics and had a deep thirst for knowledge much as he had at her age. She loved books and was already reading way beyond her age range. She was also a master at getting into trouble and conning her father into getting her out of it. "If she's like this as a kindergartner just imagine what she'll be like as a teenager."
"I shudder to think," she sighed wistfully. There was a beat of silence then she asked, "What was that I heard about Kathryn?"
He found himself hesitating only a moment before explaining, "She wants Aunt Kathryn to come shopping with us. Something about trying on make-up at the big girl store."
Annette smiled fondly and shook her head. "Should I be worried about her burgeoning attachment to your sister? I mean it is Kathryn."
"Every kid has a favorite aunt, Em apparently found hers. Besides," he reminded her, "Kathryn isn't that same girl she was in high school anymore than I'm the same guy."
He thinks to himself that this is probably somewhat of an exaggeration. Kathryn might no longer be the scheming, coked-up, queen-bee she once was, but she had hardly been declawed either. She was still completely capable of causing all sorts of mischief—as was he—but the urge had been tempered somewhat with age. Now when Kathryn struck out at someone it was a much more streamlined affair, but always with deadly accuracy.
Still, Sebastian kept this thought from his wife knowing how long it took to get her to accept that Kathryn wasn't the same girl he wrote with frightening detail about in his journal all those years ago. The relationship between the two women wasn't necessarily friendly, but cordial and not filled with suspicion. Annette even allowed Kathryn to spend the day with Emma from time to time. And she didn't object when she discovered Kathryn would be staying at his Aunt Helen's the same weekend they were. She hadn't even raised an eyebrow.
"I suppose you're right," she agreed. "Kathryn isn't the same girl who spent her senior year trying to break us up." Sebastian smiled almost fondly as he recalled that year and all the trouble she brought upon them and how in the end it only made them stronger—while as the same time making his obsession with his stepsister deepen that much further.
Annette's next statement dragged him from his thoughts. "I really believe that's Gideon's influence. When Kathryn fell in love with him it changed her, just like it changed you when you fell in love with me."
At the mention of Kathryn's husband Sebastian smile faltered. He could feel the irritation start to seep into him as his wife rattled on about the great love story between Kathryn Merteuil and the great Dr. Gideon Thorn.
"Yes, we all mature with age. We're thirty four now. We all have to grow up sometime."
His wife shook her head in amazement. "Sixteen years," she mused, "God I can't believe it's been sixteen years since the first time we met. You know that was the best summer of my life."
Sebastian wanted to ask her how that could be, given she know knew he was manipulating her the whole time, but he knew she would just rationalize that it wasn't all his fault. Annette always had a weird blindside where he was concerned. It was like she didn't want to examine the origins of their relationship too closely in fear of what she might find—that it was all a lie.
Smiling at him in that warm way of hers, she leaned forward and captured his mouth in a kiss. Sebastian cupped her cheek, coaxing her closer. Soon Annette crawled into his lap and her mouth grew more aggressive. He was rather surprised when he managed to get hard right away.
It wasn't that he didn't find his wife attractive. In truth, Annette was more attractive at 34 than she had been at 18. She had become an avid runner and a vegan a year after Emma was born. Her dewy innocence had given way to a confident sexiness that wasn't overt in anyway, but attractive none the less. Still, he hadn't been attracted to her in years. Annette wasn't who he wished to have under him at that moment, but he would still do his husbandly duties.
Sebastian pulled the satin nightshirt over her head and marveled at her plump breasts, his mind momentarily flashing back to the smaller, firmer set he toyed with earlier that day. He hated himself a little for comparing his wife to his lover, but it was inevitable even if it made him a bastard.
They didn't do this often anymore. He knew it must puzzle her that a man who spent most of his adolescence ruled by his hormones suddenly had little to no interest in sex. Anyone else might have questioned it, but that blind spot she had for him just rationalized it all away. Then again, he never gave her a reason to question his fidelity. He worked around beautiful women all day, but never spared them a glance. Sebastian never looked at any woman other than his wife. He never gave her any reason to think he was in love with someone else and that person was right under her nose the entire time.
Annette never even suspected Kathryn.
At the thought of his stepsister Sebastian erection noticeable twitched. Annette looked down and laughed. "Hmm, someone's impatient."
He offered up a small smile as he maneuvered her now naked body onto her back and mounted her. He shook of all thoughts of his stepsister knowing that was a dangerous road to go down. Sex with Kathryn was…different from sex with Annette. He touched her differently, more aggressively, more passionately than he did his wife. He had to be careful not to slip up.
As he pushed himself inside her he groaned and gently pumped his hips. Annette let out a pleasure filled groan as he moved inside her, kissing her neck and palming her breasts. But even as he stared into the loving face of his wife his mind wandered—to her.
Just that morning he had his stepsister bent over a bail of hay in the stables as he fucked her vigorously from behind while their spouses chatted amicably outside. It had been fast and furious and dirty. Sebastian had yanked on the silky tresses of her hair as he whispered in her ear all the nasty things he planned on doing to her later on. Kathryn had simply bucked against him and asked for more, telling him to do it faster before they got caught.
Without even realizing it, Sebastian began fucking his wife harder. His thrusts had become more urgent and less controlled. His mind still lost in the rough fuck from earlier, he pinned Annette's wrists to the mattress as he pumped almost violently inside her while his teeth nipped at her neck. He hadn't even realized she had stopped moving against him.
"Sebastian, Sebastian—stop, you're hurting me!" she called out as she fought to dislodge her wrists from his grasp.
The fear filled tone of her voice pulled him from his lusty fantasy. Sebastian immediately let her go and shook his head. "Shit, Annette I'm sorry I don't know what I was doing, I…" He trailed off as he found her staring back at him in confused shock. "I'm so sorry."
She nodded her head. "Its okay, its fine I probably just over reacted. It's just you've never been like that before…it kind of threw me."
"It won't happen again," he promised before leaning down and kissing her mouth. She slowly melted back into his embrace and he mounted her once again. He entered her slowly and then gently moved inside her, making sure to pleasure her clit as he did. Annette came not long after and he soon followed not with a roar of pleasure, but a semi-satisfied groan.
Annette hadn't noticed. She nuzzled her face against the pillow as he settled down beside her. "I love you Sebastian," she muttered sleepily.
"Me too," he replied with vague feeling.
He lay beside her for awhile until he heard her breath even out and he realized she had fallen asleep. Sebastian got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. As he turned on the shower he not for the first time considered how he had gotten to this point in his life. He was 34 years old, trapped in a marriage he didn't want, while hopelessly –and some might stay dangerously – in love with someone he could never have.
It all went back to that stupid bet they made the summer before their senior year. Bored and restless Sebastian had set out to seduce the new headmaster's daughter and succeeded. What he hadn't anticipated however was that he would genuinely fall in love with Annette or that Kathryn would react the way she did. It wouldn't be until years later when she announced her engagement that he finally understood the depths of her anger and hurt that he chose someone else over her.
Still, she had gone too far manipulating him the way she had then sending that insipid music teacher after him to seek her revenge. Sebastian had been desperate to hurt her back, but it had been Annette who wouldn't let him. "It's what she wants," she reminded him, "To drag you back into the darkness with her." So he chose to let it go and stay in the light with Annette. As expected Kathryn had been livid and thus spent their senior year trying everything under the sun to destroy his happiness with Annette, but nothing she did worked. All her games and bullshit just made they that much stronger.
That all changed however when they graduated and went off to college. Kathryn had gone on to Yale and he and Annette had gone to Dartmouth. Their happiness hadn't lasted long. By the end of their first year they found themselves drifting apart and fighting over the smallest things. It was like without Kathryn there to give them a common enemy to fight against, they had no reason to be together. Annette ended up moving out of the apartment they shared the summer before their sophomore year.
The following Christmas Kathryn paid him a visit. She showed up on his door Christmas Eve with a bottle of scotch and a seductive smirk. They had only seen each other a handful of times since they parted and it had always been tense, filled with bitter retorts and sneers. Sebastian had opted not to spend the holidays with his dysfunctional family that year, so he was genuinely surprised to see her. "Don't look so surprised Valmont. We've spent every Christmas together since we were eleven. Why fuck with tradition?" So he let her inside and they proceeded to down the bottle while he confessed his break-up with Annette (she somehow already knew) and she bitched about her pre-law boyfriend she thought was cheating on her.
He wasn't sure who kissed who first, but he did recall going down on her and her panting for him to fuck her. The next thing he knew he was inside her, fucking her against the hardwood floor in his living room. Afterwards Kathryn got to her feet—half dressed—and asked where the bedroom was. They spent all of Christmas fucking on every flat surface of the apartment. Sebastian couldn't be sure why after years of her cocktease antics she finally gave into him, but he never questioned her.
The following morning he awoke to find her dressed the teasing smile from the night before now a dim memory. She coolly explained that what transpired between them was a one time thing. They were stepsiblings after all she reminded him plus, "I'm pretty sure you're still in love with Kansas." He wasn't and he had no idea why she suggested he was. Perhaps to make herself feel better about leaving him. His pride however wouldn't let him question her and he had replied rather flippantly that perhaps he was and he would see her next Christmas.
As it happened, he didn't see her the next Christmas or the one after that. Kathryn was always too busy to make it home to New York or visiting her boyfriend-of-the-moments family. Meanwhile, what had been an irritable pang had manifested itself into a full blown infestation. He ached for Kathryn, but he wouldn't allow himself to admit it or reach out to her. Towards the end of his senior year he began seeing Annette again. The same affection he had always had for her was still there, but he no longer loved her even though he claimed otherwise. With horror he realized his heart belonged to someone else.
During their parents tenth anniversary party Kathryn finally showed up. She was twenty four then, beautiful and resplendent from her trip abroad studying international finance with her father's company. Harold Merteuil had been so impressed by his old child he began grooming her to take over the company when he retired. Her date for that evening was some bland Wall Street type who she ignored in favor of eye-fucking him lazily across the room. Sebastian had been so irritated he wanted to lash out and hurt her. So he did. He made his toast to his father and stepmother then announced to the well-heeled guests that he was engaged to be married. The gloating look Kathryn had been wearing all evening finally evaporated and he knew he had won.
When he went to confront her, he found her in her old bedroom, curled up on the Queen Ann sofa smoking a cigarette. When she congratulated him he noticed a tear out of the corner of her eye and he lashed out at her, shaking with anger as he berated her. Wasn't this what she wanted? No it was just what she predicted, she countered. She had wished him happiness with his new bride and apologized that she wouldn't be able to make it to the wedding as she was moving to Japan to oversee her father's new corporation. "But I'll give you your present now," she whispered before climbing into his lap and freeing her burgeoning erection. She rode him to orgasm and as she came she whispered she loved him against his neck. After he came inside her she got up, kissed his cheek and said goodbye.
Perhaps he should have called off his wedding at that point. After all, he didn't love Annette, at least not in the way she thought he did, and his heart belonged to an impossible woman who he could never have. Yet, he found himself going through with it all the same, hoping that perhaps that initial spark that drew him to Annette and away from Kathryn would ignite once again.
Three years later he realized that was never going to happen when once again his stepsister reentered his life, this time on the arm of her new fiancé. Dr. Gideon Thorn was like something out of a romance novel. Tall, dark, with huge muscles, an intense stare and a kind smile. Of course (because Kathryn wouldn't stand for anything less) he came from money and a good family on top of being a world famous neurosurgeon. He was cultured, polite, and good mannered. Even Annette had looked like she might faint in his presence. To top it off he looked at Kathryn like she was the only one in the room.
"And what does he know about your past?" he inquired when he finally managed to get her alone.
"He know enough"
Sebastian figured that to mean he knew nothing. "And in the bedroom?"
"He fucks like a stallion. He's hung like one too."
He had reached for her then and palmed her crudely between the legs. "Then why are you dripping for me."
"Knock it off," she hissed as she squirmed away from him. "That's over with now. I won't cheat on him."
"We'll see," he sneered.
"Speaking of cheating…how's your marriage Sebastian?"
In a word, fine. The love he had felt for her in high school had yet to return, but he found himself content with Annette none the less. They had a good friendship, decent sex and she understood him better than most. Yet he knew while he loved her, he wasn't in love with her. There was no passion.
Kathryn married the following year at a beautiful outdoor ceremony. Sebastian had showed up alone and proceeded to get thoroughly trashed. When the moment presented itself he pulled her aside during the reception and congratulated her with a heart stopping kiss. As she pulled away breathless he exclaimed, "There, now perhaps you'll think of me on your wedding night just like I thought of you during mine."
Irritated, Kathryn had tried to pull away but he wasn't finished yet. "I still haven't given you my wedding gift." He waited a beat savoring her confusion before revealing, "Annette's pregnant. Does that mean I win now?" He left her then with a lingering look of horror on her face as he stumbled off feeling like anything but a winner.
He wouldn't see her again for another couple of years. Sebastian was in Rome shooting the latest Vogue cover with some up-incoming pop tart. He stepped into the lounge of the five-star hotel and there she was at the bar. He found Kathryn different somehow; more relaxed, less deceptively coy. She asked about his daughter and he showed her pictures. They bitched about their parents still married after all these years and still miserable but they refused to divorce, neither wanting the hassle or the scandal that yet another divorce would bring to either of their names. When he inquired to her marriage Kathryn invited him up to her room to finish the discussion in private.
They didn't make it that far. They ended up fucking in the elevator. Sebastian pulled the emergency button between floors and screwed her against the wall with her skirt around her waist and her panties dangling at her ankle. They ended up back in his room where he made his nightly check-in call to Annette while Kathryn blew him. He didn't even mind. They laughed like the naughty children they were in high school when they use to ruin people's lives for sport and use sex like a weapon.
Kathryn tried to sneak out later that night, but he stopped her. For once he put his pride aside and laid everything out to her. He was thirty years old and tired of the stupid games. He wanted her, he loved her and he knew she felt the same way. He had been shocked when she acknowledged that she loved him too, but that it couldn't happen between them. They were 30 years old. They were step-siblings. They were married and he had a child. They couldn't exactly run away with each other. They had lives to consider, reputations and not just there's, were at stake. Sebastian knew all this, but it didn't stop him from wanting her none the less.
Their affair began that night. From then on they kept in constant contact. Sometimes they saw each other daily other times they went months without seeing one another, depending on their schedules. Their professions lent them the excuse of being out of town various times during the year so they would often sneak away for a trip to Greece, Bora Bora, or France. When Gideon was off on a work conference Sebastian would sneak over for the night or sometimes when Annette was at work in the morning he'd fuck Kathryn on their dinning room table. A particular favorite place was Kathryn's office where she could frost the windows and no one would be the wiser.
Of course no one suspected them. Why would they? They were stepsiblings after all and up until Kathryn, Sebastian had never cheated on Annette (outside of that threesome Kathryn had arranged for him on his 32nd birthday) and given her a reason to believe otherwise. Most importantly they were careful. Never a lingering look or a close call. After four years they had cheating down to an art.
Sebastian knew he should feel guilty, but he didn't, not really. After all he could leave Annette, humiliate his family by leaving them for his stepsister but he refused to do that. It would destroy Annette and he wouldn't do that, but at the same time he wouldn't give up Kathryn. She was his addiction, his soulmate, the love of his fucking life and he wanted her too much to live without her. If he had to leave two separate lives so be it.
Stepping out of the shower, Sebastian dressed in a pair of black pajama pants and slipped on a matching robe. He checked on Annette one last time and found her sound asleep. She was a hard sleeper and would likely be out for the rest of the night. If by chance she did wake up he would make up a suitable excuse, but he wasn't worried.
He crept quietly from the bedroom and headed to the third floor. When he arrived at the third bedroom on the left he stepped in to the room, pleased to see it was vacant. Sebastian locked the door behind him and went to the mantle. Grasping the gold sconce above it he turned the bottom and the wall in front of him suddenly opened revealing a secret room. He smiled and stepped inside.
When he was a child staying with his aunt for the summer, he had been trying to hide from his nanny when he accidentally stumbled across the room. Since then in had been sort of like his secret play room. As a teenager he had shown it to Kathryn and they used it mostly to hide from their parents and get stoned while he felt her up. Now as adults it held more nefarious means.
The room wasn't terribly large, but it was lush and ornate just like the rest of the house. There was no bed really, just a large built in sofa bed against the long wall. There was a fireplace on the opposite wall, two matching couches in front, a desk and a wardrobe in the corner. As he entered he realized he wasn't alone. Kathryn sat on the floor in front of the fire, wearing a white satin robe and matching negligee. She looked up when he entered a teasing smile on her lips. "You're late."
"My apologies," Sebastian drawled as he looked her over appreciably. "I got held up."
"Oh? Couldn't break away from the little wife?" she taunted. She was in a playful mood tonight. That bode well for him.
"You could say that," he teased back. "She wanted to fuck."
Kathryn arched an eyebrow. "Did she? Then I guess I should be the one offering my sympathies. Did you at least shower first? You know how I detest sloppy seconds."
She might have mellowed somewhat with age but she was still so very Kathryn. Running a finger across his lips he replied, "If memory serves you once told me you liked fucking me when you could smell another woman on me."
"I must have been drunk," she replied flatly.
He let out a dry chuckled. "Whatever you say princess." Leaning over the back of the couch he let his gaze rake over her body resting casually on the floor. Meeting her stare he told her, "Show me."
She tilted her head to the side. "Show you what?"
"Don't play coy it doesn't suit you"
"Everything suits me"
"True enough, but show me anyway."
Kathryn eyed him a moment then a slow smile that promised wicked things spread across her pretty face. Leaning back on one hand, she used her other to push the silky material of her negligee up her thighs and then slowly spread her legs. On another woman the pose might have seemed crude, but on Kathryn it was almost elegant. Just as Sebastian had instructed she wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was shaved bare and glistening. He licked his lips and praised, "Very nice."
She ran a finger across her damp folds and teased, "Up to your high standards?"
His throat suddenly felt dry as he swallowed. "Oh yes," he breathed. Sebastian allowed himself one last look before turning away and heading the wet bar on the other side of the room.
In their younger days he would have wasted no time taking her right then and there. He would have had his cock out and inside of her as soon as she spread her legs. Now however they had both learned the fine art of savoring. It was much more satisfying to draw things out, let the tension build until they were both dying for it. Sometimes being in her presence, knowing she was wet and wanting him but not touching her, could at times be more fun than actually fucking her.
Sebastian poured himself a brandy and went to pour her one as well. Kathryn looked over her shoulder at him. "Just water. He'll smell it on me otherwise." Sebastian cocked an eyebrow at this but said nothing.
He took a sip on his liquor and let the warm liquid settle before asking her, "How did you get away from the good doctor?"
"I drugged him"
He stopped mid-stride and regarded her with mild shock. "What? It's just a mild sedative. I found it in his bag."
Sebastian shook his head at her and handed over her drink. Their fingers grazed and her eyes met in a heated exchange before she pulled away. "You're a dangerous woman."
"You should know," she retorted over the rim of her glass.
He resumed his spot behind the couch, wanting to keep a careful distance for now. If he sat too close he would be able to smell her and then he wouldn't be able to help himself.
"Actually, he's a heavy sleeper. Much like your wife. Another thing they have in common."
Kathryn had a long held fantasy that their spouses would one day run away together. While it was true that Gideon and Annette had a lot more in common (if Gideon came straight out of a romance novel, Annette was from a romantic comedy) but it wasn't in either's nature to cheat. Besides, according to Kathryn her husband liked that she was so damaged. He thought his love was saving her.
"If they ever did run away together you'd flip the fuck out and we both know it," he huffed.
"I would not!"
"Oh yes you would," he argued, "You hate to share Kathryn. The thought that your beloved husband might what someone other than you, would kill you."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. "And it wouldn't bother you if Annette wanted to be with someone else?"
"No," he admitted with complete honesty. "As long as she was happy, I wouldn't care." With a smug smirk he added, "I guess we aren't two of a kind as you always said we were."
Kathryn rolled her eyes as she recalled that familiar taunt she sent his way when they were feuding in high school. As he watched her guzzle down her water Sebastian wondered not for the first time, if she was in love with her husband. She always gave him vague answers when he asked about her feelings towards Gideon. At the same time she sometimes seemed desperate for him to leave her.
Shaking his head of the thought he changed the subject. "How's work?"
"A headache," she sighed. "This fucking merger is driving me insane. God damn conglomerate can't make up its fucking mind…I really shouldn't have even come this weekend. I have so much work to do…"
"Why did you?" he asked trying his damndest not to sound like a petulant adolescent.
She looked up at him seemingly surprised by the question. "I haven't seen you in weeks Sebastian. Did you really think I could stay away?"
Valmont was momentarily taken aback by her blunt honesty. It still sometimes surprised him when she gave him an honest answer to something rather than a cunning retort or out in out lie. There was something in her response that made him unable to hold back his need for her any longer. "Come here," he ordered rather firmly, but seductive while his look conveyed how hard and deep he wanted to fuck her.
Kathryn's lips twitched in amusement as she slowly took her time getting to her feet. As she walked to him her eyes remained on his the entire time. Standing in front of him she gave him that innocent wide eyed stare she had perfected long ago and said, "Yes?"
Sebastian smirked at her expression as he reached out and tugged at her white satin robe until the cleft between her breasts was visible. He let the garment fall to the floor then ran a hand across her cleavage. Her tits were bigger than they were in high school, her curves slightly more developed making her that much more attractive.
Stepping closer to her he cupped her face with both hands then drew her mouth to his. He kissed her long and deep, taking his time, savoring the feeling. So often they didn't have the time for this. They were usually in such a hurry, like this morning at the stables, that when they did manage to get a little time for themselves Sebastian liked to make the most of it.
As he broke away he noticed that familiar hungry look in his stepsisters eyes that made his grip on her tighten. While they might like to savor and draw out their playtime that didn't mean either enjoyed gentle or tender. Quite the opposite.
Grasping the flimsy straps of her satin nightgown he tore it from her body briskly causing Kathryn to call out in surprise. "Valmont! I'm still going to need to wear that back to my room."
He shrugged indifferently as he tugged his pants off and released his cock. "You can wear your robe. I rather like the idea of you going back to your dear husband wearing only your robe and my cum leaking out of you."
Sebastian could tell the visual he presented turned her on, but she feigned disgust. "You're so vulgar."
He let out a throaty chuckle at the fact that he was being reprimanded by the woman who as a teenager told him he could 'put it anywhere'. Grabbing her arm he pressed her now naked body to the back of the couch and bent her over. He rubbed his aching cock against her bare backside. "You haven't even seen vulgar yet sweetheart," he cooed in her ear as he pinched her swollen nipples.
Kathryn pressed herself back against him and pleaded, "Do it, make me scream."
"Plan to," he replied crisply before guiding the head of his leaking cock to her entrance and pushing in with no preamble. Kathryn hissed in pleasure and he groaned as her familiar warmth drew him in. "Shit, you feel good. Always so warm and snug."
"Sebastian," she drew out his name in a tone that was somewhere between exasperation and pleading.
Grasping her right leg he lifted it up and rested her knee on the edge of the sofa effectively putting her on display and opening her up even further. Sebastian squeezed her hips and proceeded to thrust inside her urgently. His heavy balls slapped at her ass as he moved inside her gruffly. Sebastian looked down and watched as he now damp cock moved in and out of her. It was a sight he never got sick of.
Sex with Kathryn was never monotonous. At this point in their relationship they had fucked just about every way two people could (and if a couple instances, three people could) and it never got stale or boring. Sebastian knew her body better than anyone and it still got him hard. He vaguely wondered if there would ever come a day when he tired of this. He hoped not.
Shaking the thought away he turned his attention back to his lover who was now bent completely over the couch, chanting at him to fuck her harder, deeper. Grasping a handful of her brunette locks he yanked on her head and brought her up right.
While one hand squeezed and mauling her breasts, the other dug into her hip hard enough to leave bruises. The thought made Sebastian smile as he imagined the good Dr. Thorn waking up tomorrow and discovering finger shaped bruises on his wife's delicate skin that he didn't leave there. Sebastian often fantasized about Gideon walking in on them fucking. Even though he knew it was dangerous, there was a part of him that desperately wanted Dr. Perfect to find out that his beloved wife preferred someone else. Him.
"Valmont…fuck," Kathryn gasped as she rubbed her clit against he harsh fabric of the couch. "Make it hurt."
He tightened his grip on her hair and pumped inside her even more forcefully. The couch creaked against their weight and had it not weighed a ton it would liked be sliding across the parquet floor. Feeling his own orgasm approaching he ran a hand down her stomach and let his fingers find her swollen clit. Kathryn groaned when his fingers made contact. He pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves at the same time he let his teeth dig into a particular sensitive area of her neck. She came moments later jerking against him with a broken cry.
Sebastian let her sag against the couch as he grasped her by the hips and jack hammered into her for a solid minute before shooting his load inside her grasping cunt. He groaned her name as he fell against her, burying his face in her hair which smelled of strawberries.
"I think you left bruises," Kathryn murmured.
"Good"
"Not good," she sighed with slight exasperation. Reaching around she grasped his balls and let her nails dig into the tender flesh. "How would you like it?"
Sebastian grasped her delicate wrist and yanked it away. "Don't even think about it." Straightening himself out he slowly pulled his half-hard dick out of her cunt and watched as his trail of cum followed. "Get your ass on the couch."
Kathryn looked over her shoulder at him with a bemused raise of her eyebrow, but did as he said taking a seat primly on the couch. He followed her, rubbing his erection as he studied her well-used body. "Open your legs," he barked.
She did as he said but teased, "Aren't we bossy tonight."
"You love it. Besides, you owe me after last night," he grumbled referring to last night's adventures when she handcuffed him to the bed, slid a cock ring on his shaft, then rode him for an hour straight not letting him cum. He really should torture her for that, but he wasn't in the mood tonight.
Walking over to the antique chest in the corner of the room he opened up the bottom drawer and surveyed its contents. It was filled to nearly the brim with a wide variety of sex toys. He let his fingers linger over a few items before he decided on a rather large, red dildo. Shutting the drawer he walked back to his awaiting lover.
"Kathryn I want you to suck me back to fullness while you fuck yourself with this," he instructed, his voice low, seductive and yet perfectly reasonable.
She took the dildo from his hand and examined it a moment before guiding it between her legs. "Shall I make you cum?"
"No," he instructed her, "so see if you can contain yourself you greedy little slut."
"Bastard," she sneered at him as she widened her legs and slowly sunk the plastic toy into her cunt. Sebastian rubbed his cock as he watched her slowly fuck herself. She moaned and tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth. "Do you like watching me stick things in my pussy Sebastian?"
She looked up at him with that taunting, naughty girl look she used to use on him when they were teenagers and he would give his left nut to touch her. "Not half as much as I enjoy sticking this inside you," he murmured still stroking his dick. "Now come over here and put it in your mouth."
With one hand still clutching her toy she scooted to the edge of the couch and grasped his hard-on. She teased the head with her tongue then licked against the sensitive underside. Sebastian hissed then asked, "Can you taste yourself?"
"Yes," she murmured between licks.
"Do you like it?" he asked already knowing the answer.
Kathryn's eyes met his and she nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes."
"Good, now enough teasing. Put the fucker in your mouth before I fuck your throat raw with it."
"You make that sound like a threat."
Without further ado she sunk her mouth down the length of his cock, nearly to the base. She bobbed her head back and forth on his staff, moaning as she did. The room was filled with the sound of her sloppy sucking and his groaning. Glancing down he noticed her other hand had stilled. "Don't ignore your poor pussy baby."
"Never," she gasped as she pulled him from her mouth momentarily.
Kathryn resumed fucking herself with the dildo while she simultaneously swallowed his cock into the back of her throat. The familiar sensation of her throat clenching around his dick was making him anxious. Grasping her by the hair he held her still and began fucking her mouth. He knew she enjoyed it by the way she was now driving the plastic toy harder inside herself. "That's a good girl," he teased as he thrust his hips against her face, "swallow that dick down."
She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her tongue slid up and down its length. Sebastian's hips sped up as he watching her hump the sex toy between her legs in earnest. He found himself babbling incoherently about what a naughty girl she was as he felt his own cum approaching.
As much as he enjoyed shooting off in her mouth (or really anywhere on her) he was anxious to fuck her again, so gruffly he pulled himself from his stepsister's mouth and pushed her back against the sofa. Kathryn looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and her lips red and swollen. Kneeling between her open legs he yanked the dildo from her cunt. Kathryn let out a dissatisfied whimper. "Thought you'd prefer the real thing," he grunted as lined up his cock against her gapping hole and thrust inside almost violently.
She arched against the sofa and moaned, "Yes. Oh yes. Do you want me Sebastian?"
"More than my next breath"
Sebastian pinned her against the cushions as he thrust eagerly into her awaiting body. The angle didn't allow for the deepest penetration, but he didn't care. The feel of her moist, welcoming heat was enough to set him off. He frantically fucked her knowing it was only a matter of minutes before he came. Kathryn was already there as she came seconds after he entered her without him having to touch her. As her sex clenched around him and she wailed in pleasure he grunted between thrusts, "Again. Fuck…I want you to cum again."
She nodded and panted, "Touch me…help me cum."
As he fucked her he pressed a finger to her clit and massaged it in the way he knew she usually enjoyed. Kathryn shook her head, "More."
Knowing he was going to cum any moment he acted fast. Keeping one finger on her clit he pressed two more inside her where they were joined and somehow managed to slip his fingers along side his thrusting cock. The extra pinch of pain was enough to cause her to throw her hips back at him and hiss his name in pleasure. Seconds later Sebastian could no longer hold back and he came inside her, panting her name the entire time. Kathryn joined him, clutching his biceps as she trembled in orgasm.
He pulled away from her shoulder and found her stare. "You alright?"
Kathryn gently caressed his face. "Yeah…I'm good."
Sebastian gave her a lazy smile before leaning forward and capturing her mouth in a tender kiss. Pulling away he kissed her cheek and then her forehead before sinking down on the couch beside her. He ran a hand across her sex and asked, "You're not sore?"
"No Valmont," she sighed, "I'm not exactly a teenage anymore."
"Oh I'm well aware"
She slapped him playfully in the chest before getting up and laying out across the floor in front of the fireplace. Sebastian smiled as he drank in her beautiful well fucked body. "Stop staring at my cunt," she ordered playfully.
"Can't help it," he argued as he lay down beside her. "I like seeing my mark on you—or rather, seeing it leak out of you. Though…I suppose it isn't the smartest thing. You're still on the pill right?"
There was a pause followed by a tentative, "Not exactly."
"What do you mean?"
Kathryn looked at him then looked away. "Shit," she muttered more to herself. "I wasn't going to…"
"Kathryn what's going on?" he demanded.
There was a tense silence before she met his gaze and revealed, "I'm pregnant Sebastian."
He felt as if he had just had the wind knocked out of him. Sebastian fell back on his ass, not realizing he had been leaning over her, as he took this in. "You're pregnant?" he repeated.
"Yes," she sighed, "I wasn't going to tell you like this. I was going to…I don't know wait or something."
He found her gaze. "How far along are you?"
"A couple of months which if you do the math means it's yours."
Sebastian took a deep breath trying to process this. "How can you be sure?"
Kathryn sat up and ran a hand through her mussed hair. "Remember that month Gideon spent in France on that conference or whatever?"
Oh Sebastian remembered it well. With her husband gone he had spent practically the whole month in her bed. He likely would have made up his own excuse to Annette about being out of town, but he didn't like the idea of being away from his kids for so long. They had spent weeks fucking like rabbits.
Trying not to sound like a dick, he asked gently, "Weren't you on birth control?"
"Of course," she snapped irritably, "but nothing's a hundred percent. You should know that by now."
Sebastian squeezed her shoulders and dropped a kiss on her neck. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just thrown is all."
Kathryn let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, well imagine how I must have felt."
"Are you going to…keep it?"
There was another long beat of silence before she replied, "Yes I am. Gideon has been after me to have a kid for awhile now so I guess, in that sense, the timings perfect."
Sebastian suddenly jumped to his feet, his body quaking with anger. "Excuse me?
"What?"
"You're telling me you're going to let that asshole raise my kid as his own? I don't fucking think so Kathryn."
He began pacing in front of the fire as he mind raced with all this information she just dumped in his lap. Was she fucking serious? Did she really just expect him to be fine with the thought that another man would raise his child?
"Calm down Sebastian," she advised in a maddeningly subdued tone.
"Calm down?" he bellowed as he snatched his pajama bottoms from the floor and put them on. "You're handing over my kid to someone else and I'm suppose to be calm?!"
Her eyes narrowed at him in contemplation. "What would you rather I do? Tell him I'm pregnant and that my stepbrother is the father? Are you going to tell Annette and explain to Emma and Sammy why Aunt Kathryn is having your baby?"
Sebastian stopped his frantic motions at the sound of his children's names. "Don't"
"Don't what? I'm in an impossible situation Valmont and I would like to know how you think I should handle it," she spat her voice on the brink of breaking. "If people found out I was pregnant with my stepbrothers baby it would destroy not only us, but our families, our careers, everything! If you attempt to make a claim on this child Sebastian you'll condemn it before it's even born."
They had this conversation before. Obviously not over her being pregnant, but usually it came about when he hadn't seen her for a long time and the pain of not being with her got to him he would argue with her to leave her husband. It seemed Kathryn was always the sensible one, the voice of reason reminding him of all the various very real reasons they could never be together publically.
It would destroy both of their lives and that's the truth. They had been stepsiblings for twenty years. They were thirty four years old not eighteen. If they tried to run off to be together no one would find it cute or romantic. It would look sick and depraved, totally incestuous. Not to mention the fact that it would completely humiliate their spouses and his children. His kids called her Aunt Kathryn for fucks sake. There was no way they could ever be together without it decimating both their lives.
"Do you want me to abort it?" she asked so soft it made him ache.
Sebastian sunk to his knees beside her. "No, that's not what I want Kathryn. Look if you're going to have a child, the truth is I'm happy it's mine." As he said it he realized it was true. Had she told him the baby was Gideon's it would have killed him.
Kathryn offered him a small, sad smile as she climbed into his lap. "I'm happy it's yours too." She cupped his face almost gently as she kissed his mouth. Pulling away she told him, "It's not like you won't be in this child's life. You'll be his Uncle Sebastian after all."
He offered her a wan smile as he pressed his forehead to hers. Cupping her rear he urged her closer to him. "I love you Kathryn," he whispered softly.
"As I love you," she replied.
Sebastian still got a chill when she said it. After telling him the night of his engagement she never said it again until years later. Kathryn was never one to show outward emotion so he knew what a gift it was for her to admit she loved him.
Pulling away from him she sighed. "I should be getting back, in case he wakes up."
He shook his head. "No, stay…just for a little bit."
Kathryn looked like she might argue otherwise for a minute. Finally, she nodded her head and curled up beside him on the floor. Sebastian ran a hand down her arm and then brushed his finger tips casually, but possessively down her flat stomach. "This isn't going to change anything you know," she said.
Sebastian let out a dry chuckle. "Children change everything Kathryn, whether you want them to or not. I hate to break it to you baby, but your life will change."
"Perhaps," she sighed as she cupped his chin and met his stare. "But my feelings for you never will."
Sebastian smiled. He supposed that was all he could ask for.
THE END

Author's Note: Yeah that was kind of a bummer, but hey I said it would be bittersweet. This is one of the chapters that will get a sequel, but it will be told through Annette's POV and thus will also be also sort of sad. At least for Annette.
Alright, coming soon M is for Mate which will involve vampire Kathryn and Sebastian acting as high schoolers and their latest victim Annette (poor, poor Annette…always the punching bag or in this case the blood bag). Fun times. Until then drop a review and tell me what you think.
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