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Cruel Love Anthology
Disclaimer: Don't own Cruel Intentions. All in fun
Chapter 2 Summary: Professor Sebastian Valmont is bored with his usual conquests. Kathryn is his new student he's determined to have. When she rebuffs his advances he decides maybe a little blackmail is in order.

B is for Blackmail
Professor Valmont despised fourth period. As he made his way down the mahogany lined walls of Manchester Prep he squeezed the bridge of his nose trying to will away the migraine he developed the past hour. His General English Studies class was a fucking nightmare. Filled with lower level students who didn't know the difference between Proust and Hemmingway it was the bane of his existence. He was going to have to find a way out of it or he was likely to end the semester at the school clock tower with a rifle.
Perhaps today would be the day he would march into Headmaster daddy-in-law's office and finally quit this ridiculous job. I'm done. Take you're remedial reading class and stick it up your ass. I'm going back to my million dollar townhouse to smoke a Cuban and fuck the maid. Ciao fuck-wad. Oh, and if you wouldn't mind please tell your daughter you won't disown her if she gets a divorce…
Sebastian allowed himself a wary smile at he imagined the man's face. Yes perhaps today would be the day. It wasn't as if anything was keeping him there.
"Hello Professor Valmont!"
Well there was that.
He looked up to see the two smiling lovelies who were sing-songing his name in unison. Gretchen Weiss and Brittney Martin. Beautiful, blond, and stacked they could have been twins. He had fucked both of them on separate occasions and two weeks ago, when Annette was on a faculty trip, together at his apartment. They had been fantastic; nubile, horny and up for anything. He hadn't disappointed them.
Stopping in front of them he stared down over the bridge of his glasses and took in their cheshire cat grins. "Good afternoon ladies"
"Will we be seeing you at homecoming professor?" Gretchen the bolder of the two purred.
"I haven't made any firm plans yet Ms. Weiss"
"Well if you need any help firming up those plans let us know." Giggle, giggle.
Not likely but he admired her enthusiasm. "I'll let you know. See you girls in seventh period."
Valmont made sure not to linger too long. No need to draw unwanted attention and have it getting back to his dear wife. Then again he found it hard to believe at this point that Annette didn't at least suspect that he was cheating on her. They hadn't fucked in well over a year. The bloom was most definitely off the rose.
So he fucked a few students. So what? Did that make him a pervert? Probably.
He pacified the small bit of conscious he did have by reminding himself that he treated the girls well. Not like in high school when he got off on treating them bad. Back then he delighted in breaking down a girl's spirit, mind, and body. It wasn't a true conquest until he had them reaching for the sleeping pills.
Now Valmont's seduction strategy followed three rules: One, no virgins. They had been his bread and butter back in the day but now he didn't want any of the messiness and drama that went along with them. Two, no girls with delicate psyche's that had the potential to become bruised by getting involved with a teacher. The last thing he needed was some little bitch threatening to kill herself over him. Third, and most important, no underage girls. He was far too pretty for prison.
Professor Valmont stopped at the last room down the long hallway. Fifth period, Advance Literature Studies, his favorite class of the day. You had to have a 4.0 to even be considered for the class. No jocks need apply.
He swaggered into the room, tossed his leather bag onto the desk and surveyed his students. His eyes fell upon her immediately. All poise and cool indifference, she sat in the second row directly in front of his desk.
Kathryn Merteuil. Fuck he got hard just thinking her name.
Kathryn Merteuil was a transfer student from some Swiss boarding school. She matriculated last semester under a fog of mystery. It didn't take much to get the students at Manchester going, but the only daughter of French social light Tiffani Merteuil arrival was met with much fanfare. She didn't disappoint.
She was beautiful but that was a given. With her petite figure, silky dark hair and bright green eyes she was the perfect porcelain doll. Plenty of girls at this school were beautiful however, that wasn't what made her stand out. No, she was cultured, charming, intelligent and most of all confident. As a rule most teenage girls drowned in their insecurities but not little Kathryn. She wore her confidence like a badge of honor and they all worshipped her for it.
All this Mary Sunshine crap wouldn't have been enough to grab his interest if it wasn't for the fact that he knew it was all a lie. Last month he walked into Jonathan Holden's biology lab and was greeted by the sight of the middle aged man with his pants around his ankles and everyone's favorite debutante on her knees, his puny dick in her delicate fist.
"Professor Holden are you sure you won't tell anyone about this?"
"O-of course"
"And do you promise to give me an A this semester and I won't have to do any of those icky labs?"
"Yes, yes! Anything you want Kathryn"
With a triumphant smirk she leaned forward and sucked him for all he was worth.
It was that smirk of course that did it for him. It told Sebastian all he needed to know about the real Kathryn Merteuil. He knew from personal experience that plenty of girls at this school used their sexuality to influence grades. However, most of them didn't have the sterling reputation as Ms. Merteuil. Most of them didn't seem to get off on it as much.
And she did get off on it. He saw her snake a hand under her skirt as she blew him. Valmont doubted it was all for the professors benefit. No, the little vixen was genuinely turned on. Holden resembled a hobbit so he knew it wasn't him who was doing it for her. It was the act itself. The little slut got off on acting naughty.
So he filled this information away and waited.
In the meantime he tossed the occasional innuendo her way but was always met with the same doe-eyed innocent stare. He sometimes wondered if maybe he had overestimated her. Perhaps she was just another skanky debutante. Then she would raise her hand in class and deliver some argument for what he said. Always articulate, clever and cutting but she never pushed enough to be considered disrespectful. The look in her eye however told Valmont everything he needed to know.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.
"Ms. Merteuil can I see you after class?"
Rising from her seat with a practiced, polite smile in place she replied, "Of course Professor."
The rest of the class filled out of the room. He waited before they were completely alone before he began. "I'm sorry; I don't mean to keep you. I know you have biology next with Professor Holden, right?"
She didn't even flinch. "It's alright I'm sure Professor Holden will understand."
I'm sure he would. "Don't you like biology Ms. Merteuil?"
"Not as much as I like literature studies Professor Valmont."
Flattery will get you everywhere dear. Even places you might not want to go. "Hmm, that's sweet. You're a sweet girl Kathryn."
"I try"
"I've noticed"
One arched eyebrow lifted. "Meaning?"
Valmont rose up from his seat and came around the front of the desk. He let his eyes slowly peruse her form. Unlike some of her peers Kathryn didn't bother trying to get away with raising the hem of her skirt. She didn't need to. She'd be sexy in a potato sack. "Last week I was dropping off a book to Professor Holden when I nearly walked in on something…rather shocking."
At last she flinched. "Oh? Forgive me sir but what does this have to do with me?"
Sir. He liked that. "Well, you see I walked in on Professor Holden with his pants around his ankles and you with his dick in your mouth. Care to explain?"
Those fabulous green eyes of hers went wide in disbelief and her mouth fell open in surprise. Sebastian waited for the stark denials he was sure to come. He got something different instead. Her lip started to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. Seconds later she burst into near hysterical sobs.
Leaning against his desk he folded his arms and rolled his eyes. He let her cry for a moment, somewhat fascinated by how committed she was to the whole act. Finally he had enough. "Really?" he asked in a bored drawl. "That's the best you can do? Tsk, tsk I expected a lot more from you Ms. Merteuil. Surely a girl as clever as you can talk her way out of this without having to resort to the usual female hysterics."
The tears immediately halted and whipped her head up at him. "What do you want asshole?"
He grinned when he realized he was meeting the real Kathryn Merteuil. "There's my girl. I knew this whole Marsha Brady act was all bullshit."
Wiping away her tears she spat, "Gold star for you."
"You should let her out to play more often. I have a feeling she's a lot more interesting."
"For you maybe but I have a reputation to uphold."
"Oh yes about this sterling reputation of yours. What are you going to give me to keep my mouth shut about you whoring yourself out for better grades?"
She eyed him warily. "What do you want?"
Excellent question. Wrapping an arm around her waist he tugged her slender form closer. He spoke in a soft but authoritative whisper. "Well for starters you can start by affording me the same courtesy you showed Professor Holden."
"All I have to do is blow you?"
"To begin with, we'll go from there. What will it be Ms. Merteuil?"
Kathryn's face as usual was an unreadable mask. When she leaned into him however and her fingers toyed with his shirt collar he figured things where going in his favor.
He was mistaken.
"Well since you put it like that, I guess my answer…" her face moved closer as if going in for a kiss. She stopped however and her tongue shot out and flicked across his lips before finishing, "would have to be…no."
She seemed to relish the confusion written all over his face as her face broke into that evil, child like grin of hers again. Chuckling she bent over and grabbed her school bag.
Valmont stared back in stunned disbelief. "Excuse me? Did you not here what I said? I'll expose you Ms. Merteuil!"
She shrugged indifferently. "Go ahead I think we both know how that will turn out. It will be my word against yours. My sterling reputation against yours."
"I'm the headmaster's son-in-law"
"Yes who also likes to pound his teenage students…sometimes two at a time." Sebastian's flinched at this little revelation. He was always so careful. "Didn't think anyone knew about that did you? You're not as clever as you think you are Professor Valmont."
"Neither are you my dear."
"If you do tell anyone about my little arrangement with Professor Holden and they actually believe you I'll just have to tell them how he forced me against my will." Fluttering her eyes she bit her lip and appeared again on the verge of tears. "You don't understand! I didn't want to but he forced me. He shoved his penis into my mouth. I tried to scream out but he gagged me." With one lone tear coming down her face she laughed at her own cleverness. "Who would you believe?"
"You're unreal"
"Thank you." She leaned in close again and revealed, "You know what the ironic thing is? If you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was ask. I would have gladly and enthusiastically screwed your brains out. However, I'm nobody's puppet. Least of all yours. Good afternoon professor."
Taking a seat behind his desk he let her get almost to the door before calling out, "Oh Ms. Merteuil. There was one last thing."
Sebastian was a big believer in back up plans and he happened to have a dozy.
"It's about the midterm paper you turned in last week."
Pivoting on her heel she looked back at him unconcerned. "What about it?"
"It was very well written"
"Thank you"
"Almost too well written"
"What are you implying?"
He grinned as he reached into the desk and pulled out said paper. "Well I had this sneaking suspicion so I started going through some of the old cabinets of Professor Davis, she taught this class before I took over, and guess what I found?" Valmont pulled another paper out and held it up triumphantly. "The exact same paper written four years ago by Marshall Roberts! Care to explain Ms. Merteuil?"
She charged towards the desk and tried to swipe the papers from his hand. "How did you-
"Well after I walked in on that little incident between you and Holden I figured this wasn't the first time you tried to get out of doing your homework. Odd," he mused, "seeing as you are so obviously diabolically intelligent."
"Homework is for geeks and scholarship losers," she huffed.
Valmont shook his head. "I weep for the future. In any event I now have proof of your duplicitous ways that not even you can talk yourself out of."
He watched as she clearly tried to think of a way out of this. She couldn't. He had won. With a defeated sigh she dropped her school bag. "Well congratulations I guess you're going to get your little fantasy after all."
Sebastian's eyes flickered over her briefly before returning to the paper work in front of him. "I don't think so."
"Excuse me?"
In a bored drawl he explained, "After seeing what a psychotic piece of work you are I think I'm going to pass, thank you."
Just as he anticipated his dismissal bruised her fragile ego. Her delicate hands were suddenly on his face and her mouth was soon crushing against his. Valmont didn't react at first; instead he let her take charge. Her little tongue came out coaxing his lips apart. He allowed himself to give in for a moment before pushing her away. "Not terribly convincing."
With her face pinched in determination, she pushed him back against his chair and straddled him. Kathryn kissed him again this time clearly pissed off. It was hot. Valmont kissed her back, loving the little mews that left her throat every time his tongue crashed against hers.
Still it wasn't enough. He wanted to see how far she would push this before he took over. Before he remove her from his lap, her hand was suddenly unbuttoning his pants and she was gripping his dick through his boxers. Squeezing his hard on Kathryn tore her mouth away from his and grinned back triumphantly.
With a husky whimper she demanded, "Still don't want to fuck me?"
"Go lock the door"
She pulled her hand out of his pants and was on her feet. Valmont ran a calming hand through his hair as he watched her practically skip to the door and lock it. When she turned around she wore a coy smile. She took her time walking back to him.
"Get your ass on the desk Ms. Merteuil."
"Right away Professor Valmont"
He hadn't planned to do it this way. Sebastian had never fucked a student in the classroom but hey, there was a first time for everything. The room was isolated enough and the old walls were thick enough that no one would likely disturb them. That said this whole thing was playing out vaguely like a bad porno.
Fuck it.
Kathryn sat back on the desk in front of him, a phony innocent smile on her face. "What do you plan to do with me professor?"
Valmont casually began to unbutton her school dress shirt until her white satin bra was visible. "Oh many, many things Ms. Merteuil."
He unhooked her bra but didn't bother to remove her dress shirt or even the navy cardigan she was wearing over it. He liked this debauched look on her; still dressed in her innocent little uniform but with her tits hanging out. Oh, and what tits they were. Not terribly large but a nice handful and perky as hell.
Sebastian pinched her rose colored nipples causing that coy little smile she was wearing to disappear. A soft moan fell from her lips. "Oh you're so sensitive here," he murmured. "I wonder where else you're sensitive."
He reached underneath her plaid skirt and grasped the lace underwear that was clinging to her skin. Slowly he removed the frilly garment and held it up to examine. White, just like her bra. So deceptively innocent.
Sebastian pocketed the garment and Kathryn responded with a raised eyebrow. "You are a little kinky aren't you?"
He was getting ready to fuck his student on his desk. The same desk that had a picture of his wife on it. They were long past kinky. Rather than answer her question he pushed her knees apart. "Show me," he demanded.
She didn't bother to ask what he was referring to. Kathryn raised her skirt, scooted a little farther to the edge of the desk, and spread her pussy lips for him. Sebastian sat back in his chair and admired her. Any doubts he had that she wasn't as in to this as him were quickly put to rest. She was glistening. "My, what a pretty little cunt you have Ms. Merteuil."
"Thank you," she breathed.
Valmont's fingers soon replaced hers. He teased her lips before plunging a finger inside her little hole. Just as he suspected she was quite tight. Kathryn let out a gasp of surprise at the invasion. Fearing he might have hurt her he started to retreat his digit. "That hurt?"
Kathryn grasped his hand and pushed his finger back in. "No I like it. Give me more."
He grinned and added another finger. Valmont admired his student as she humped his hand. She looked quite lovely with her flushed face and dilated eyes. Wanting to hear that sweet little gasp of hers he ran his thumb against her clit. Just as he wanted she gasped and tightened around his fingers. "Christ you're tight."
"Tighter than your little wife?"
Valmont's eyes shot up at her and found her wearing that sinister little smile of hers. She was mocking him and that wouldn't be tolerated.
Without a word he yanked his fingers out of her and gruffly grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. Kathryn let out a shriek of surprise at the sudden manhandling. "You want to act like a little bitch Ms. Merteuil I have no problem treating you like one."
Grabbing her by the thighs he pulled her to the edge of the desk. He bunched her tartan skirt up around her waist effectively putting her on display. His student rested her upper half on her elbows and let out an annoyed huff. "Truth hurts doesn't it professor?"
"You don't know the first thing about my marriage"
She chuckled, sounding way older than her eighteen years. "Clearly she doesn't do it for you, if you're constantly balls deep in teenage pus-
SMACK!
Kathryn was quickly cut off by a hard slap to her ass. She whipped her head back around at her teacher, her face showing shocked disbelief. Valmont grinned back at her menacingly. "I believe it's time for you to learn a little discipline Ms. Merteuil."
"Nobody hits me," she hissed. She pulled herself off the desk.
Sebastian quickly pushed her back down with his forearm. With his other hand he smacked her opposite cheek and admired the red mark his hand print left against her porcelain skin. "It's high time you learned to curb that wicked tongue of yours."
"Fuck you!"
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
The only sound in the classroom was that of his hand hitting her flesh and Kathryn's erratic breathing. When she didn't respond with another insult he wondered if he was getting to her. "Want me to stop?"
"No," came her broken retort. She pressed her forehead against the oak desk obviously embarrassed by her need.
He smacked her ass twice more, each time eliciting a ragged moan. "I think you're starting to enjoy this sweetheart. Now who's the kinky one?"
He expected some cutting retort so he was genuinely shocked when she moaned back, "Fuck me."
"What was that?"
Kathryn looked back at him and all but purred, "Fuck me Professor Valmont."
This time it was Sebastian who couldn't breath. Fuck she was sexy. His hand snaked down between her legs and gasped at what he found. "Fuck you're soaked. That really did turn you on didn't it?"
Holding his gaze she simply nodded. Valmont unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick which now resembled granite. He reached into his back pocket expecting a condom but came up short. He had momentarily forgotten where he was. Normally he wouldn't have any need for one at school.
"Shit I don't have a rubber"
"I'm on the pill," she replied anxiously.
Figuring she was smart enough to not want any little Valmont's running around he believed her. "Good enough."
Hard-on in hand he rubbed it against her slit watching his pre-cum smear against her skin. As Kathryn withered against him anxiously he observed her other, tighter hole. Grazing his cock head against it he asked, "Anyone ever fuck you here?"
She immediately stilled at the question. "Don't even think about it."
"Hmm I think you'd enjoy it."
"Perhaps," she agreed, "but not now."
The professor wondered if that meant there would be another time. Did he even want to do this again? It was a little like mating with a poisonous snake.
It was with that perplexing thought he guided his cock back to her entrance and slowly pushed inside. She was too tight for him to ram in all the way at first. He briefly wondered just how much experience she had with sex. Sebastian sea-sawed back and forth with little thrusts, giving her a little bit more each time he went in. Running a hand up her back he rested it on her shoulder and leaned in. "Are you alright?"
Kathryn whipped her head back and hissed, "Enough with the kid gloves. Will you quit being a pussy and just fuck me already."
Annoyed that his kindness was being mistaken as weakness, Valmont's grasp tightened on her shoulders. He pulled almost all the way out of her and then thrust back with all his might. Kathryn surged forward and let out a shocked moan. "Is that what you want you little bitch?"
"Yes," she gasped, "Just like that."
Yes he most definitely underestimated her. With one hand on her shoulder the other grabbed her hip as he set a hard fuck rhythm. He normally wouldn't screw his wife like this let alone a teenage girl but she seemed to really be into it. Clutching the edge of the desk she threw her hips back with every thrust he gave her. "More give me more," she panted.
Sebastian was stunned but he gave the lady what she wanted. He pushed her face first onto the desk and changed his thrusts so he pushed in even deeper. The erratic fucking had caused her skirt to fall back down. He pushed it up and squeezed her ass before once again slapping it. "Fuck yes, professor."
Valmont ran a hand through her hair and yanked. "Jesus you really are the fuck of the century, you know that?"
This elicited another sexy, throaty laugh. "So I've been told."
The frantic rhythm they had built was causing Sebastian's knees to go weak and he knew if they kept this up he was liable to come any moment. Time to change tactics.
Grabbing her from around the waist, he collapsed back into her desk chair taking her along with him. Kathryn gasped in surprise not just at the change in position but at the fact that he was so deep inside her. "Oh my god!" she gasped.
"No I'm just your teacher," he laughed in her ear.
She looked back and rolled her eyes at him before kissing his mouth hungrily. "Make me come," she whispered.
"Make yourself come," he retorted. "I want to see how bad you want it."
Kathryn grinned, clearly enjoying the challenge. Grasping the chair arms she began rising and lowering herself on his dick. Slowly at first, he imagined being so deep inside her it might hurt a little, than faster and faster.
Valmont let her take charge at first. He palmed her swaying tits as she began diddling her clit. He would have given anything at that moment for a mirror in front of them. With her back to him he couldn't observe her as much as he wished and he would bet his jag she looked fucking amazing.
Finally unable to hold back he circled a hand around her waist and held her to him as he began throwing his hips at her, driving even deeper inside. "Oh shit," she wailed, "I'm going to come."
Sebastian flicked his tongue against her neck and bit down. "Do it my little cum slut," he whispered in her ear. "Come for your professor like a good girl."
Just as he suspected the dirty words got her off and soon she was a mass of withering, shaking girl flesh in his lap. "Oh god, oh god," she panted as she came down from her high.
"That was hot," he murmured against her damp skin, "But it's my turn now."
Turning to face him, her eyes glassy, she asked, "Where do you want it?"
Sebastian stuck his digit in her mouth. "Here?"
"That would be yummy." Kathryn gently pulled off of him and sunk down to her knees. Running a hand through her now messy hair she used the other one to slowly jerk him off.
His eyes locked on hers he shook his head. "I'm in no mood for your cocktease routine. Put it in your mouth. All of it."
Realizing his tone was brokering no argument she did as instructed. She flicked her tongue against his head a few times before slowly taking him into her mouth. However, she didn't take him to the back of her throat. Instead she took her time sucking him, swirling her tongue around his girth as her free hand played with his balls.
She was playing with him. He knew this. He had seen her in action before and knew what she was capable of but she was purposely teasing him. Acting like an innocent school girl when they both knew she was anything but.
It was time for Valmont to take back control. Grabbing her by the hair he yanked her off of his dick. She regarded him with surprise at the sudden motion but before she could question what he was doing he shoved his cock back into her mouth. All the way in. All nine inches. Kathryn gagged as his full length went down her throat.
He pulled back out and she gasped. "I warned you I was in no mood for your cock tease antics Kathryn." Her eyes widened as he called her by her name for the first time that afternoon. Sebastian didn't acknowledge it he just continued on. "I'm going to fuck your mouth and I'm going to be hard and rough. I suggest you breathe through your nose. It wouldn't do for you to pass out on me."
Before she could protest Valmont shoved himself back into her mouth. Kathryn sputtered slightly but managed not to gag. "Good girl," he murmured.
Clutching her by the hair he began to brutally fuck her mouth. His student had no choice but she grab on to his thighs as he took his pleasure. Sebastian rammed in and out, the sensation of her hot, tight, sucking mouth was almost as good as her pussy. Almost.
"Shit," he hissed, "Use your teeth, I'm close."
Gently he felt her teeth come out and scrape against his hard flesh. With that extra bit of friction he could start to feel himself go. He pounded into her a few more times before he started to come. Sebastian let out a roar of satisfaction as he emptied himself into her mouth.
Before he finished however he pulled out and some of his cum shot across her tits and her white dress shirt. Gasping for breath he ran his fingers across her cheek. "That was incredible."
"I aim to please." Her voice sounded horse and raw from being used.
Remembering back to the day he found her servicing Professor Holden something occurred to him. "Did that turn you on?"
Rising to her feet she lifted her skirt and taunted him, "Why don't you see for yourself?"
Accepting her invitation he reached over and fingered her. Sure enough she was soaking wet. Christ he had been brutal with her but it only turned her on more. Ever the perfect gentleman he asked, "Would you like me to take care of that Ms. Merteuil?"
"Please"
Sebastian continued to finger her, enjoying the dirty sound of his fingers against her wet flesh. Lifting her right leg he moved it so it rested on the arm of the chair, effectively putting her on full display. Kathryn fell against the desk as her breathing became ragged once again. "You're a horny little bitch aren't you?"
"You have no idea," she laughed.
Pushing his fingers even deeper he leaned forward and sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth. Kathryn let out one loud groan of pleasure. Grasping his hair she jerked against him and came against his mouth.
Sitting back in his chair Sebastian licked his lips and drank her in. Her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed, her perky tits hanging out of her shirt, and his cum covering her sweater. "You look like a picture perfect debauched school girl," he laughed. "I wish I had my camera."
"You're a pervert"
"And you're an oversexed brat," he tossed back.
"Perhaps"
"I'm a little afraid to ask where you learned all that. You sure as hell don't fuck like any teenager I've ever known."
"And you've known a few," she laughed. He laughed as well. It was true.
"I'm going to want to see you again Ms. Merteuil."
She sighed, "I enjoyed this however I don't like being told what to do."
"Well I don't like being married and educating half wits but we all have to do things we don't enjoy from time to time."
Kathryn eyed him for a moment before she slumped into down into his lap. Her arms wrapped around him and she nuzzled her nose against his neck. "Mmm…what would the school board think about this?"
For a brief moment Sebastian had forgotten who he was dealing with. This wasn't some innocent teenager but rather a dangerous predator who he was fucking. Knowing that was a threat rather than an innocent inquiry he replied, "How would they find out."
She gave him her trademark wide eyed stare. "Suppose someone told them."
"Like you?" Kathryn shrugged as a smile tugged at her lips. Wanting to wipe it off her face he responded with his own shrug. "Well I guess I would say, fuck it. After all I don't enjoy teaching, aside from the occasional…benefits it brings me. I sure as shit don't need to do it for the money. I am a Valmont after all." Reaching under her skirt Sebastian squeezed her tender ass and his voice lost the jovial tone. "Do your worst sweetheart."
Kathryn eyed him contemptuously for a moment. He could practically see the wheels turning in her diabolical little brain. Suddenly the smile was back on her face. "What about your little wife?"
"What about her?"
She reached across the desk and took her picture. It was of Annette during their honeymoon in Greece. Kathryn ran a manicured nail across the glass. "What would your little wifey say if she knew how much her pervert husband enjoys fucking his teenage students?"
Valmont rolled his eyes. "Honestly, at this point I'd be shocked if she didn't know. Though I guess if you told her about this little indiscretion it might finally give her the push she needs to sign the divorce papers." He let out a bark of laughter, "Face it Ms. Merteuil you can't beat me."
Kathryn nodded solemnly in agreement as she got to her feet. "I suppose you're right. It was silly of me to think that you, a grown man could be outsmarted by me, a 16-year old girl."
Sebastian went still at this revelation. Wait. "What?"
As she buttoned her blouse that predatory smile reappeared on her face. "Didn't you know?" Her voice dripped with innocence. "I'm only sixteen."
Unable to keep the quiver from his voice he replied desperately, "No you're eighteen."
"I'm pretty sure my birth certificate would say otherwise"
"You're in a senior class!" he bellowed. "You are eighteen!"
Kathryn casually ran a comb through her hair and checked her reflection in her makeup mirror. "I'm taking a few senior classes. I'm very advanced," she chuckled as she leaned in and kissed his neck, "Which you clearly know by now."
Grasping her by the shoulders he pushed her away. "No, no. You're just fucking with me."
Her eyes suddenly went hard and her tone lost its jovial quality. "I assure you professor I am very much a 16 year old girl. We can call my parents if you don't believe me. Now if you don't want the school board, your wife and the great state of New York to learn that you just spent the past hour fucking my underage brains out I suggest you let go of me."
His did as she asked and his shoulders slumped in defeat. Kathryn snickered, "Good boy. I warned you Professor Valmont I am nobody's puppet or plaything. You, however, are about to become mine."
"Come again?"
"Unless you want to risk your reputation and a jail sentence you are going to be at my disposal for the rest of the semester. Whatever I want, whenever I ask for it. Understand?"
When he responded by glaring back at her stonily she laughed. "Oh don't pout Sebastian. You don't mind if I call you Sebastian do you? We have after all been intimate with one another and we will again in the future. Until then," she leaned into him and flicked her tongue against his pouty lips, just as she had earlier, and whispered, "I'll be in touch professor."
As he watched her saunter out of the room, blowing a kiss to him as she did, Sebastian slumped back into his chair in stunned disbelief.
Well fuck.
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