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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: Don't own Cruel Intentions. All in fun.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long, but as you can tell it's quite a bit longer than normal. This chapter is largely inspired by the 1959 French film Les Liaisons Dangereuses. In it Valmont & Merteuil were married but still engaged in sexual games with others. The opening scene of the film in particular was inspiration for this. Also, fair warning, there's a fairly lengthy anal sex scene in this so if that's not your cup of tea abort now.
Chapter 3 Summary: Sebastian and Kathryn have been married for eight years. To everyone around them their marriage is doomed to fail, what with Sebastian's cheating ways and Kathryn always looking the other way. If they only knew…

C is for Conspirator
"Can you believe him?"
"Absolutely disgusting. I can't believe he'd have the nerve to show up here tonight."
"Well dear, it is his house"
"Did you hear about Valmont's latest stunt? Supposedly, he knocked up the Caldwell girl. She's barely 16."
"My god, does that man have no shame? Oh, his poor wife"
"Kathryn is such a lovely woman. How in gods name did she end up married to that animal?"
"I went to Manchester with them. Everyone wanted her. No one could touch her. Then one day she showed up on the arm of Valmont…
"Strange"
"Very"
Sebastian Valmont smirked as he circled around his drawing room picking up the various conversations of his guests. They were talking about him and his wife. Again. The Valmont's were everyone's favorite topic of discussion. The scheming playboy married to the much beloved, virtuous, Upper East Side princess. They were such an odd match…
Well not really.
Looking across the room his eyes landed on his wife. She was chatting cordially with a senator and his young spouse. Her hand rested casually on his arm as she leaned in and whispered something in the older mans ear that made him laugh. To the outside observer it looked like typical dinner party conversation, but Sebastian saw it for what it was. A seduction.
Twisted little bitch. Right under the little wife's nose and everything. It was funny, people assumed he was the ruthless one in their relationship. If they only knew just what she was truly capable of. The senator's wife would soon find out when Valmont's darling wife dismantled their marriage all in the name of sport.
Fuck he loved her.
As if sensing his eyes on her, Kathryn Merteuil looked away from her guests and met his stare across the room. For a brief moment the gentle smile she wore melted away and was replaced by a reptilian grin, meant only for him. Just as he had a hundred, thousand, million times before, he returned the same smile. Yes, to the outside world they couldn't have been more different, but the reality was they were two of a kind. They had been right from the start.
They had met thirteen years ago at a party much like this one. Tiffani Merteuil, a black widow socialite, had arrived back to New York after living in Paris for several years. She came to town with a nice settlement from husband number three and a beautiful sixteen year old daughter named Kathryn.
They had all wanted her. Beautiful, delicate, with big green eyes and an expression that gave away nothing, Kathryn was nothing short of breathtaking. She charmed the adults and made all the boys hard. Everyone assumed she was uncharted territory. Rumor had it she'd attended an all girl's school and she seemed to blush at the just the slightest hint of an off-colored joke. However, Sebastian saw right through her act. He knew exactly who she was as soon as he laid eyes on her. It was like looking in a mirror.
As the other boys were making bets on who would claim her first, Sebastian hunted her down. He wasn't surprised in the least when he found her in their host's study, bent over a desk as one of the waiters from the party fucked her from behind. The older guy was brutally pumping into her, but she barely seemed to notice as she was more concerned with snorting the line the cocaine off the desk in front of her.
He hadn't wasted time making his presence known. After the waiter hobbled out of there, he toyed with her and she toyed back. They were like two lions slowly circling each other. Dangerous creatures, they recognized in one another the fact that they would either be enemies or great friends. Ultimately, it would be Kathryn who would choose what they were to become.
Grabbing him by the lapel of his jacket, she pulled him in close and flicked her tongue across his lips. With a mischievous giggle she revealed, "You and I are going to have some fun Valmont. Come along…"
And so he followed her. He would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked. Kathryn had him by the balls and he didn't mind in the least. From that night on it became them against the world. They were the only two people who mattered. Everyone else was just a mere chess piece to be manipulated and fucked.
For the first year they fucked and schemed in secret. Sebastian continued on dutifully maintaining his notorious reputation, while Kathryn casually dated the best blue blood's their society had to offer. They were never jealous of each other's lovers. After all, how could one be jealous of a toy? Sebastian didn't begrudge her any of these insipid boys anymore than he would her vibrator.
Things changed after he took Virginia Thomas, a rival of Kathryn's, to bed more than once. After finding out about it she decided, rather abruptly, that he would be taking her to the winter formal. From there on they dated on and off, always delighting in keeping people guessing on the true nature of their relationship. Through it all they both kept their respective reputations intact, that of a rake and a proud princess.
Following her twenty first birthday Kathryn casually remarked she wanted them to get married. Sebastian was indeed shocked. He always assumed she would get married (she had no intentions of getting a job, she was a Merteuil after all) but he just figured it would be to one of her preppy boyfriends. She would marry and he would become her lover or so he assumed.
"Why in god's name would you want to do that?"
"Why not? Just think of how people would react…"
"Mmm, I am. Your mother would light my balls on fire"
"Since when are you afraid of my mother?"
"Since when are you into monogamy?
"Who said anything about monogamy? You can continue on with your little conquests and I'll continue with mine. Only I won't have to waste precious time hiding it from my husband."
"Well, I can see how this would benefit you, but what about my reputation? Taking a wife would diminish it somewhat."
"Did I say anything about sacrificing your hard earned reputation?"
"You're telling me you would be fine playing the poor martyred wife of a philandering husband?"
"Better a martyr than a whore. I think I could work with it. Come on Valmont, you could have me anytime you want"
"I already do have you anytime I want"
"Don't you love me?"
"More than air"
"What's stopping us then?"
"Hmm…would you take my name?"
She did and yet in private she still referred to him as Valmont. They married in a ridiculously elaborate ceremony shocking all of high society and her mother alike. It had amused them endlessly when well wishers would pull Kathryn aside and try to talk some sense into her. The same idiot women who warned her against him had no idea that sweet little Kathryn was diddling their husband's and boyfriends behind their backs.
So, for the past eight years, while everyone assumed he was a philandering ass and Kathryn played the part of the put upon wife, they in actuality enjoyed a blissful marriage. He loved and adored her and was secure in the fact that she felt the same. It was them against the world.
Sebastian was interrupted from his thoughts when a strong hand slapped him on the back. "Hey Valmont, no time long see, huh buddy?"
He grit his teeth and rolled his eyes when he realized who it was accosting him in such an annoying manner. Valmont was really in no mood to play happy host, but he knew his wife would have his balls if he didn't behave. So, he forced a smile and swung around to greet his guest. "Greg McConnell, nice to see you again, buddy."
The dim wit of course didn't pick up on the none too subtle nastiness in his tone. The former football stud turned investment broker just grinned back at him like the dumb golden retriever he was. "Nice party man, you and Kathryn really go all out don't you?"
"What can I say? My wife doesn't believe in doing things half assed." Chugging his champagne down he inquired in a bored drawl, "So how are things McConnell?"
"Ah man, couldn't be better. Work is kicking my ass, but it's awesome. Recession? What recession? I think it's all a bunch of bullshit caused by the trouble making left wing crybabies. Don't you agree?"
Valmont had started tuning out the moron's ramblings when a pretty blonde, with a soft smile and kind eyes joined them. "Honey, I don't think that's really appropriate dinner party conversation," she demurred as she placed a hand on McConnell's arm.
"Sorry babe, you're right." Placing an arm around her shoulders he gave her an affectionate squeeze. "Valmont, have you met my wife Annette?"
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Sebastian Valmont."
"Annette Hargrove McConnell"
As they shook hands pleasantly Valmont sized her up. She was beautiful, in that girl-next-door sort of way. All fresh faced, with a curvy body that hugged the plain dress she was wearing appreciably. He tried to recall what he knew about McConnell's new wife from the little gossip he had heard. Supposedly, they had met when Greg went back to his hometown of Kansas City. Two months later, after a whirlwind courtship, they arrive in New York married.
Annette was an elementary school teacher and had already been accepted on several of the same charity boards as Kathryn. She was generally thought to be a kind, intelligent, and virtuous woman.
Valmont wondered in the new Mrs. McConnell knew how much her husband like taking it up the ass. Judging by that guileless stare of hers he was thinking probably not. He momentarily toyed with the idea of asking if Greg's closeted homosexuality hurt their sex life, but thought better of it. He could think of much more interesting ways to shock the young blonde. He wondered what her cum face looked like…
"Your home is beautiful Mr. Valmont," she murmured softly.
He volleyed back his most charming smile. "It's Sebastian and I can't take all the credit. My wife is the one with the incredible eye for decorating."
"Now, don't be modest darling. You have an exquisite eye for beautiful things." Kathryn seemingly appeared out of nowhere as she wrapped her arm around her husbands.
Glancing down at his wife he couldn't help but see that famous mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You might have a point. I did after all find you." He gave her a genuine smile before placing a kiss on her cheek. "Annette, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely wife Kathryn."
The blonde regarded her as a teenager might a famous rock star. She looked back at her with awe as she stammered, "Y-yes, I know who you are. Wow, it's such an honor to meet you Mrs. Valmont. You are such an inspiration to me."
"Oh please, call me Kathryn and it's very nice to meet you Mrs. McConnell. I've heard such…interesting things about you."
Kathryn was using a tone that seemed to go completely over the naive woman's head. It was sweet and cordial with just a hint of mocking. Only someone who truly knew Kathryn could catch it.
"We actually are on some of the same committees," Annette explained. "But I've always been a little too intimidated to talk to you. You've accomplished so much, done so much good and you're so young."
"Thank you, I try. I believe a community is only as strong as its strongest leader. When people such as us have so much, I think it's our duty to redistribute our wealth however we can." As Sebastian listened to her rattle off her little speech he wondered, not for the first time, how she managed to get through it without bursting into laughter. It was taking everything in him not to laugh at the ridiculously sincere expressions on the McConnell's faces.
"Oh, I couldn't agree more Kathryn. Actually there was something I was hoping to talk to you about. I'm heading up a new organization and I was hoping you'd be a part of it."
Kathryn didn't join organization's, she lead them. He could tell by the way her beautiful eyes narrowed just slightly that she wanted to go off on the presumptuous Mrs. Hargrove, but she held in her annoyance and played along. "Really? What type of organization?"
"Well, we're hoping to gather movement in the fight against gay marriage. I'm a firm believer in the sanctity of marriage and believe letting…those people marry flies in the face of that belief. We're hoping to overturn that ridiculous law New York State just passed legalizing gay marriage."
Sebastian studied his wife's reaction with great curiosity. He knew his wife was many things, but a homophobe wasn't one of them. Kathryn was likely itching to put the woman in her place, but now was most definitely not the time. Instead, she smiled graciously and replied, "I'll take your offer under consideration."
"Oh please do. We would love to have someone with your drive and connections on our team," Annette replied enthusiastically.
Kathryn just smiled pleasantly back at her before something across the room caught her eye. "Oh, darling, the Caldwell's are here. We better go say hello." Turning back to the guests in front of them she demurred, "will you excuse us?"
"Sure, great to see you guys again"
They didn't bother to return the sentiment as they headed across the room arm in arm. Laughing at the scowl that was on his wife's face Valmont remarked, "For a second there, I thought you were going to deck her."
"I was seriously considering it. Sanctimonious little cunt," she seethed. "I wonder if she has any clue her darling husband is a cum guzzling, closeted queer?"
"Doubtful. Poor little Dorothy doesn't realize she's not in Kansas anymore."
"Well, I'm going to enjoy giving her a wake up call."
"I'm sure you will." Looking up suddenly he realized where they were headed and exclaimed, "You have to be kidding me? We're actually going to talk with those assholes?"
Kathryn grinned giving him his answer. "Of course. It's time to observe the carnage darling."
Sebastian rolled his eyes as Kathryn led him over to Philip Caldwell and his new trophy wife Amelia. They had married a few months ago following the somewhat messy divorce between Philip and his increasingly unstable wife Bunny.
As they approached Sebastian couldn't help but notice how Philip's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed in anger as he saw him. He probably wasn't his favorite person right now given the fact that Valmont likely knocked up his teenage daughter.
"Philip, Amelia, it's so nice you came," Kathryn greeted them, ever the perfect hostess.
The lovely Amelia leaned forward and kissed his wife's cheek in greeting. "Oh Kathryn, we would never miss one of your parties." Turning an appreciative eye to him she said, "It's nice to see you Sebastian."
"Amelia, lovely as always." He reached over and kissed her hand. For a second he actually thought old Philip was going to take a swing at him. He wondered in the old fart had any clue about the fact that he fucked his new bride just hours after they exchanged vows. Doubtful.
Unable to help himself, he extended his hand in greeting to the man. "Hello Philip thanks for coming."
"Sebastian thanks for inviting us," he replied through clenched teeth as he gruffly shook his hand.
Even without looking Valmont was well aware the entire room was watching them with rapt fascination. Would Philip Caldwell actually remain polite and cordial to the man who ruined his baby girl? Of course he would. They all knew it but that watched none the less.
Philip might hate Sebastian with every fiber of his being, but there was no way he would make a scene for two reasons. One, the Caldwell's had yet to publically announce little Cecile's 'condition' and likely never would if she got rid of it like they were all hoping. Second, he had far too much respect and fear for Kathryn and her power to accuse her husband of such a heinous act. After all, even though everyone knew it was true, there was no actual way to prove Sebastian was the father other than silly little Cecile's word.
So, the three of them stood around chatting cordially like they didn't have a care in the world. Of course, Kathryn couldn't help but rub salt in the wounds. "So Philip, where is that darling little daughter of yours? I was hoping she would come tonight."
Philip seemed to pale at the question. "Oh, um, Cecile wasn't feeling well. She sends her regards," the older man muttered.
"That's too bad," Kathryn cooed. "Speaking of which, have you heard from Bunny recently?"
The man practically choked on his champagne at the question. No one would dare bring up Bunny's name, especially at such a party. Then again, Kathryn wasn't anybody. Besides, with her wide innocent stare and sweet tone how could anyone think she was being anything but a hundred percent sincere?
"She's…er…good. The doctors believe she should be allowed to come home any day now," he revealed.
"That's nice. I imagine she misses Cecile terribly"
"Yes, she probably does," he replied bitterly as he glared angrily at Sebastian.
Valmont just smiled pleasantly back at him as if he didn't have a care in the world. Fucking moron had no idea that his real enemy was the supposedly sweet woman in front of him. He could care less about the Caldwell's. It was Kathryn who wanted them destroyed and sent him after them like her own personal guided missile.
It all started when Bunny Caldwell starting making little comments here and there to her society buddies about how she didn't believe Kathryn was as innocent as she claimed to be. After all, being married to a demon like Valmont, something had to have rubbed off, right? Well when word got back to Kathryn about Bunny's blabbering, she decided to teach the old bat a lesson. She systematically tore apart her marriage and then set it up to make Mrs. Caldwell look like an unstable nut job. She was currently doing time at a women's sanitarium upstate after trying to run down her husband and his girlfriend in her new Mercedes. As the cheery on top, she sent Sebastian after her innocent sixteen year old daughter with the intent of knocking her up. Mission accomplished.
Yes, whenever Kathryn set out on a task she always completed it, one hundred percent. Whether it be the perfect revenge or the perfect party, she knew how to get what she wanted and make things run smoothly. It was a particular talent she possessed even from a young age.
Later that night, after the last guests had left, she surveyed the empty drawing room and thought back to her successful night. Everything had gone as planned as it always did. After making sure the caterer's were taken care of and the staff was finishing with their duties, she headed off to find her wayward husband.
Shortly after the Caldwell's had left, leaving with some lame excuse, Sebastian had disappeared. This wasn't terribly surprising as he never stayed for the duration of a party. Not that she blamed him. These things were dreadfully dull, but unfortunately necessary.
Kathryn headed upstairs where their bedrooms were located. Even though they spent nearly every night together they both maintained separate bedrooms. It was good to have their own space and god knows there was enough room in the gigantic townhouse.
Without knocking she opened her husband's door to find him lounging in his spacious sleigh bed smoking a cigarette. He was blowing smoke rings up at the ceiling looking as bored as could be.
Leaning against the doorframe she admired Valmont's room. She often referred to it as 'Sebastian's Hunting Lodge' given all the rich wood and dark, manly, colors. The walls were filled with sexy black and white art (that he had created) and the bookshelves were crammed full of Valmont's favorite literature. This room represented everything she loved about her husband. Sexy, intelligent, masculine and hers.
Although she rarely admitted it, Kathryn loved her husband more than anything on earth. He was her best friend, her lover, her mate, her coconspirator, her everything. She loved Sebastian Valmont before she even met him.
"Well, are you planning of staring at me all evening or are you going to come give me my reward?" He drawled in his typical clipped tone.
Kathryn grinned as she closed the door and slowly approached the bed. Stepping out of her Louboutin's she climbed onto the mattress and draped herself across his body. "I suppose I do owe you something for the exquisite job you did on the Caldwell girl," she acknowledged.
Sebastian's arm came around her waist and pulled her even closer. He kissed her briefly before placing his cigarette to her lips and watching her take a drag. "Yes, I believe I'm owed some compensation after having to bed that little twit."
"Is that any way to speak about the mother of your child," she joked.
"It's not a hundred percent I'm the father," he revealed. "There is another possible candidate waiting in the wings."
This was new to Kathryn. "Oh, anyone I know?"
"Yes, actually, it's that ridiculous music teacher you fucked last summer. Ronald…something or other. She started banging him shortly after I took her precious virginity." When his wife rolled her eyes, clearly not pleased at this he sighed, "What? I needed to hand her off to someone. Come on, if she does decide to keep it, just imagine the look of horror on poor Mrs. Caldwell's face when she finds out her grandchild is half black."
Kathryn laughed at the image and relented. "Alright, you have a point. That would be even better than it being yours."
"Hmm, yes…now back to my reward…"
Their eyes met and that familiar charge that always occurred whenever they looked at one another happened. Taking the cigarette from him, Kathryn put it out in the ashtray besides the bed before returning her attention back to him. Moving back into position, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and began placing kisses down his bare chest. "What is it my husband would like from me?" she purred seductively.
Gently caressing her hair he murmured, "I think you know. I want to take you down to the playroom."
Kathryn immediately halted at the requested. Sitting upright she regarded her husband with sudden seriousness and told him, "No Valmont."
Resting on his elbows he reminded her, "You said anything."
"I wasn't aware THAT fell into the category," she muttered.
"Sure you weren't"
Sebastian wasn't a hardcore dominant by any stretch of the imagination, but he did like to indulge from time to time in a little BDSM. He often thought of himself as an artist when it came to sex and just like some artists like to indulge in watercolor or oils from time to time, Sebastian liked to mix it up with some kink when the need suited him. He had even created a special room for it he called the playroom. Filled with floggers, whips, chains and an arsenal of sex toys, it was every dominates wet dream of a room.
On occasion he brought one of his conquests there when he was in the mood to play. However, the one person he wanted to play with was of course the one person who had no interest. Kathryn, being the intense control freak that she was, wasn't big on playing submissive to his dominant. She had done it only a handful of times and although he knew she enjoyed it, he also knew that giving up full control was a difficult thing for her to do so he never pushed her. Even in a relationship as free of boundaries as theirs was, there had to be some rules. Sebastian would never push Kathryn into anything she didn't want, especially in the bedroom.
They stared each other down for a long moment before realizing that there would be no victors in their standoff. Kathryn wouldn't go to the playroom, but that meant Sebastian was free to do whatever he wanted to her without her objecting. Wordlessly they made this agreement.
Without warning Valmont grabbed his wife from around the neck and pulled her into a fierce, punishing, kiss. She eagerly matched his passion, clutching his suit jacket as she thrust her tongue up against his. Grabbing the hem of her black Zac Posen sheath dress, he quickly yanked the garment over her head, leaving Kathryn in only her black lace underwear.
Breaking away from her mouth, he admired his beautiful wife as he considered his next plan of attack. Sebastian cupped her breasts in their lace confines before tenderly removing the lace bra. He smiled as he observed her breasts as if seeing them for the first time. They truly were exquisite. Not terribly large, but a perfect handful and as ripe as they were when she was sixteen. He rubbed his finger across an elongated nipple, enjoying the way Kathryn trembled at his touch.
"You really do have the pretties little titties," he murmured.
"Hmm…you don't wish they were a little bigger?"
"Not at all," he assured her. "They're perfect."
Kathryn grinned in satisfaction. "Valmont, what do you plan on doing with me?"
Her husband only grinned back at her with a seductive smile. Climbing off the bed he stood behind her and grabbed her by the waist. He rubbed her lace covered backside against his burgeoning hard-on and then without warning pushed her face down onto the bed. Kathryn let out a huff of annoyance and tried to get back up, but he pushed her down. "Stay," he warned.
"And if I don't?" Sebastian slapped her ass hard causing her to let out a shriek of surprise, followed by laughter. "Alright fine, you win."
"Always do baby," he replied cockily as he swaggered over to the desk and turned on his IPod. Immediately, the room filled with the sound of Bach. Sebastian loved to fuck to classical music. The intensity of it always made it so much hotter.
Returning to the bed, he looked back at his wife who was resting her chin on her hands, watching him curiously. Coming up behind her he admired her tight little ass and got inspired. Yes, he knew exactly what he wanted tonight. Without a word he reached out and slowly dragged the lace panties down her body, then crudely spread her legs wide.
Sebastian got down on his knees and admired his favorite part of his wife's body outside of her beautiful face. Spreading her glistening lips he admired it for a moment like an art enthusiast would a Monet.
Getting impatient, not to mention turned on, Kathryn demanded, "What are you doing?"
"Just admiring your beautiful pussy." She was completely shaved and her gash was the most beautiful shade of pink. Valmont inserted a finger into his wife's cunt and marveled at how wet she was. "You're always so responsive. Are you ready for me baby?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Valmont please"
He toyed with her hole for another minute before leaning forward and flicking his tongue across her wet slit. He smirked when she purred and rubbed her forehead into the duvet as his tongue moved against her swollen clit. Kathryn began grinding against the bedspread at he ate her out. Sebastian stilled her hips and warned, "Hold still baby. Shit, you're soaking the sheets."
"Fuck you," she laughed, "I want to come."
"Not yet"
He went back to his task only this time he went back to her damp little hole. His tongue burrowed into her pussy as far as it could go. Making sure to hold her down, Sebastian removed his tongue and moved on to her tighter, more forbidding hole. One flick against her little rosebud and Kathryn jolted forward. His little vixen loved to have her ass played with. Her moans grew louder as her began to rim her ass.
"Oh god…you're paying…fuck…you're paying an awful lot of attention to that hole…"
"Mmm, why do you think that is?"
Kathryn looked over her shoulder at him with hooded, lust filled eyes. "You're going to put it in my ass," she purred.
"Very good baby," he praised her before giving one last lick to her ass and getting to his feet. Sebastian playfully swatted her behind. "I'll be right back. Don't move."
Leaving her spread out and wanting, he left the room and crossed the hall to his wife's bedroom. Her 'ice chamber' as he lovingly referred to it, was dead silent as he entered. Valmont went over to her alcove bed and bent down. Hidden underneath a piece of molding was a small key pad. He punched in the familiar number (the day they first met) and the bottom drawer of the bed opened.
Sebastian grinned as he took in its contents. If the high society crowd who worshipped her only knew that his wife had a secret sex drawer that would make Jenna Jameson blush. Inside there was various sized dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, beads, handcuffs, massage oils, a few home made DVD's, and a sizeable drug stash.
For a moment his hand lingered over a small bag of cocaine. He was tempted. Valmont loved fucking on cocaine, but he realized it would probably be better tonight if he had all his wits about him while he defiled her ass. Tossing the powder back he instead took some oil, a medium sized ivory vibrator and a cone shaped plug, before closing Kathryn's secret treasure chest up and leaving the room.
As he headed across the way he could hear the sounds of Beethoven's 'Moonlight Sonata' through the heavy door. He could also hear he unmistakable sounds of his wife moaning. Sebastian allowed himself a smile before opening the door. He wasn't the least bit surprised when he entered and found her propped up against some pillows, legs lewdly spread, her right hand clutching her breast and two fingers rapidly fucking her cunt. She was a vision. However, this wasn't what he had planned.
Closing the door behind him he chided her, "Now Kathryn, what did I say about not moving?"
"I couldn't help it," she explained, "you left me wanting."
"You horny little slut. Well, since you've already started, you mine as well finish. I want to see you make yourself come."
That familiar devilish grin spread across her face. "Do you like watching me touch myself baby?"
"You know I do." He loved it. He could watch her play with herself for hours. In fact, on occasion he had. During their honeymoon he made her masturbate while he watched for an hour. Fuck, he got hard again just thinking about it.
As Sebastian set her toys down on the bed, his wife eyed them, licking her lips. "Are those for me?"
"Perhaps," he replied vaguely as he began removing his own clothes. "Pinch your clit."
Kathryn did as he ordered and let out a strangled moan. Her eyes had shut in pleasure, but she struggled to keep them open when she noticed her husband was now naked. Licking her lips she murmured to him, "Touch yourself Sebastian."
He casually stroked his dick and asked, "Like this?"
"Harder," she demanded, "Fucking jerk it."
Valmont's lips twitched in amusement at the command. His little bitch was just as kinky as he was. Grabbing his cock harder he stroked himself how she liked as he watched her rub her clit furiously. He knew she was close judging by her jerky hand motions. Kathryn's eyes never left her husbands crotch as he rubbed himself for her. "Fuck Valmont, tug your balls."
"This really gets you off, doesn't it?" he laughed as he cupped her sack. She only moaned in response as she began to shake and jerk against the pillows. Sebastian had to hold of on coming himself as he watching her orgasm in front of him. As she got her bearings he admired how beautiful she looked post come. "That feel good baby?"
"Yes," she admitted breathlessly, "but I like it better when you do it for me."
"Come here," he ordered as he leaned against the side of the bed, still stroking his cock.
Kathryn gave him a lazy grin as she crawled to the edge of the bed. Her tongue shot out momentarily and flicked the head of his penis, taking a swipe of pre-cum with her, then rose up to her knees. Sebastian hissed at the feeling of her hot little tongue on his sensitive dick. When she was at last at eyelevel with him he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. He wondered if she could taste herself on his lips from his earlier ministrations. It didn't seem to bother her as she hungrily kissed him back.
Reaching across the duvet, Sebastian grasped the clear, rubber, butt-plug and brought it up to her mouth. Kathryn opened her eyes and smirked at the sex toy. "Suck it," he ordered, "we want it nice and wet so it slides in with ease."
With a coy smile she took it between her lips and sucked on it much as she would the crown of his cock. Her bright green eyes never left his as she sucked the plastic into her mouth. Sebastian's own dick twitched in anticipation. Pulling the object away he kissed his wife tenderly once more before grabbing her roughly by the hips and flipping her back onto her stomach. "All fours baby," he instructed.
Kathryn positioned herself as he wanted while Sebastian opened up the oil and spread some on his fingers and a dollop on her ass. He rubbed the liquid against her tiny hole before gently inserting his index finger inside. Kathryn gasped at the intrusion and he could feel her legs start to buckle. "Hold still," he warned as he slowly moved his digit in and out.
Shit, she was so goddamn tight. Although they did anal every now and then, Sebastian was the only one she allowed to do this to her. He was the first and only man inside her ass. This particular sexual act belonged to him and him alone. It wasn't that Kathryn didn't enjoy a little backdoor activity from time to time, but he was the only man alive she trusted to do it and not rip her apart.
"Sebastian," she called out his name sounding surprisingly young.
"Yes baby?"
"You can add another finger"
He grinned as he did just that. With two fingers now buried inside her he fucked her ass slowly, but deeply with one hand and oiled up the plug with the other. When he removed his finger she whimpered, but it quickly became a shriek as he replaced it with the plug. Carefully, he worked it into her ass and when it was all the way in he noticed she was clutching the silk duvet in her fist.
"Does it hurt?"
"There's a four inch piece of plastic rammed up my ass. What do you think?" she hissed.
Sebastian chuckled and smacked her ass. "I think you better be nice or I'll carry you down to the playroom and won't let you come for a week."
"Sorry," she muttered. "Can I at least use the vibrator?"
"Not yet, it's for later." As he admired the toy that was stretching out her ass he mused, "Had I known we were doing this I would have made you wear the plug all night."
Kathryn scoffed, "You think I would have agreed to that?"
"Oh, you did last time," he reminded her. "Remember the Reynolds party? The pantry? The wine bottle?"
"Oh yes, that was fun"
Fun wasn't the word. A few months ago they had to attend Kathryn's old boyfriends lame engagement party. Wanting to have a little fun and spice up an otherwise dull evening, Sebastian made his wife wear a vibrating butt plug all night which he used to torture her whenever he felt like it. Kathryn was so turned on she didn't want to wait until they got home to play. She dragged him to the butler's pantry and made him fuck her ass right there while she shoved an empty wine bottle up her cunt. Fuck that had been hot.
"You were incredible that night," he whispered in her ear as he tenderly stroked her pussy.
"I'm incredible every night," she laughed. "Now are you going to fuck me or what?"
He gave her another spank on the ass for her insolence, but gave her what she wanted anyway. Lining up his cock he pushed into her cunt which was now even tighter than normal thanks to the plug. "Shit, you're so tight like this," he told her.
"And you feel bigger than normal," she gasped. "God, I feel so full."
"I'm going to fuck you hard"
"Please"
Grabbing her by the hips he began to fuck her fast and deep. As he moved in and out of her, he could feel the plug through her thin walls. It just managed to stimulate him even more. With his free hand he grabbed at her swinging breast and mauled them.
Kathryn collapsed onto her elbows as he pounded into her ruthlessly. He knew she was dying to rub herself against the sheets in order to get some attention for her poor, swollen clit. Obliging her, he stopped groping her tits and reached lower to rub her throbbing bud. His wife's desperate groans grew louder. Sebastian laughed. "The help is going to think I'm killing you in here."
"You are," she panted. "Fuck, Sebastian I'm so close."
"So am I," he revealed.
"Good, come inside me. I want it inside me."
As she began babbling incoherently he knew she would go off any second. After one final twist to her clit she came, shaking and collapsing underneath him. A moment later, Sebastian followed coming deep inside her clenching pussy. He pulled his now soft dick out and then rolled over beside her. Kathryn curled up against him, kissing his neck. "That was so hot," she whispered.
"Agreed," he muttered back before gently kissing her mouth.
For about ten minutes or so they made out languidly, warming up against each other as Tchaikovsky played around them. Dropping wet kisses down her neck he asked, "You still want it in your ass?"
"Of course"
"Then you better get me hard again," he advised.
Pulling away Kathryn sat up into a seated position, laughing as she did so. "You know, I can remember the days when you could get hard seconds after an orgasm." Grabbing his dick she stroked him and sighed wistfully. "Poor Sebastian, you're an old man at thirty ."
"Okay, first of all, I never got hard that quickly and second, fuck you," he sneered. "Do I complain when it takes you an extra hour to get ready in the morning? And is that a gray hair I see on your head?"
Instinctually she touched her hair and then scowled at him. Reaching out she tweaked his nipple hard, "screw you."
"Ow!" Sebastian reached out and did the same to her. Kathryn swatted his hand and they laughed at each other. "Alright, enough fun and games. Suck me off sweetheart."
Grinning, Kathryn took him in her fist, bent over and swallowed his dick. Less than a minute in her warm little mouth and he was at full staff and hard as a motherfuckin' rock. Resting back on his elbows he grasped her by the hair and groaned. "Shit, that's good. Can you taste us baby?"
Kathryn pulled him from her mouth and licked her lips. "Yes," she whispered huskily, "It's yummy."
"My little whore," he muttered affectionately.
His wife's eyes twinkled at the comment as she bent forward and sucked his balls into her mouth. Sebastian lost his train of thought as she gently played with him. "Kat-Kathryn, I want to fuck your mouth."
Nodding, she sucked his cock back into her mouth and didn't protest when he grabbed her roughly by the hair holding her in place. Sitting up against the pillows, Sebastian held Kathryn still as he began thrust into her hot mouth, plunging as far into her warm, wet cavern as he could reach. His wife had long ago lost her gag reflex so she didn't sputter at all as he fucked her throat raw.
After a few minutes of this he knew he would come again if he didn't stop. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, he pulled his dick out of her mouth and let go of Kathryn. Sitting up she pouted, "We were just getting to the good part."
"At this rate I'll never get it in your ass," he teased.
"How do you want me?"
Sebastian considered his options. He liked the idea of fucking her ass missionary style, if only so he could watch her face, but he knew he could get in even deeper in she was on her knees. Glancing over to the side of the bed he got his answer. "Get on your knees and elbows facing the mirror," he instructed.
As Kathryn did as he told her, he studied their reflection in the full length mirror. This way he could fuck her deep, but still watch her face as he claimed her. When Kathryn was comfortable he turned his attention back to the plastic butt-plug that was still lodged snugly in her backside. Ever so slowly, he removed the toy causing his wife to gasp. "Does it hurt?" he asked curiously.
"No…I just feel empty now," she explained.
"You won't be for long," he chuckled reminding her.
Her hole was now a little more open so he took the opportunity to finger her a little, pleased she was looser, but still snug. Reaching across the mattress he grabbed the oil and began rubbing some across his now throbbing prick. He tried to calm down. Kathryn would never let him forget it if he came before he was inside her.
"Valmont, please," she whined as she began grinding against the bed. "I need…something."
"Patients love," he muttered as he lined his dick against her clenching hole. "Alright, I need you to relax. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't"
He nodded even though he knew she couldn't see him. Grasping the forgotten vibrator he placed it in her hand and told her, "Here, take this and keep it against your clit."
When he heard the familiar hum of the vibrator turn on he slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her. As he worked it inside, he felt Kathryn's knees start to buckle. Sebastian wrapped an arm around her waist holding her up. "You okay?"
"Y-yes," she panted, "just go slowly at first, okay?"
It took him a minute, but he got the head in and then slowly, inch by inch his cock slid in her ass. Oh fuck, he always forgot how truly mind blowing it felt being inside her this way. She was so snug he thought his dick would snap in two. When he felt her clenching around him he looked down and realized she was trembling slightly. "Kathryn, am I hurting you?"
"Yeah," she admitted her voice shaky, "But I like it. Fuck me Valmont."
Studying her reflection in the mirror he noticed her jaw was clenched tightly as if in agony. With a free hand he reached underneath them and pawed her pussy. She was drenched. "This is turning you on?"
Kathryn nodded her head as her eyes caught his in the mirror. "I feel so fucking full. Please move, do something."
Sebastian kissed her neck before he pulled out a little ways and thrust back in. Slowly he fucked her ass. Reaching underneath her with one hand, he played with her swaying tits which now felt even fuller than normal. "God, I love being inside your tight little ass," he groaned.
She muttered something that sounded like, "I love it too," but it was hard to tell as he face was buried in the mattress.
He was about to ask if she wanted it harder when Kathryn began throwing her hips back at him and the vibrator became louder indicating it was turned on the higher setting. Figuring he got his answer, Sebastian began to fuck her ass faster and a little rougher, using one hand to grasp her waist and the other to pinch her swollen nipples.
Kathryn meanwhile started babbling, which told him she was close. "Fuck…yes…yes… Valmont ram it in me…please…"
"I don't want to hurt you,' he gasped.
"I don't care," she panted. "Fuck, just give it to me. I'm so close. Make it hurt."
Nodding Sebastian began fucking her ass harder than he perhaps should have, but she didn't seem to mind. Kathryn was practically sliding across the duvet as he pounded into her. Reaching underneath, he grabbed the vibrator and turned it on at full speed as he rubbed it against her clit in earnest.
"Oh god, oh god…I'm coming…" Kathryn wailed as her small body jolted and quaked in orgasm.
Sebastian very easily could have followed her over that precipice, but he wasn't quite ready to end this yet. He wanted her to come one last time.
Evidently his wife had other plans, as she collapsed against the mattress and gasped for breath. "Are you close?" she asked her voice hoarse from yelling.
"Not yet," he revealed, "I want you to cum again."
Kathryn chuckled, "I'm exhausted Valmont. I don't think I can."
"That sound like a challenge," he laughed in a sing song voice. "Come on Kathryn, the girl I used to know could still fuck after ten orgasms."
"When have you ever given me ten orgasms?" she asked dryly.
Sebastian smacked her ass and ordered, "Up, come on."
Kathryn pulled herself up on her knees and elbows. He was still buried deep in her ass. "Alright, asshole, make me cum."
He laughed as he resumed fucking her ass, but not as hard. He imagined after that she was rather sore. Kathryn grasped the vibrator and rubbed it against her clit again. Taking her hand in his Sebastian guided the toy to her pussy and explained, "I want you to fuck yourself while I fuck this delectable ass."
An indecipherable sound emerged from her lips and he helped her side the object inside her cunt. "Oh god," she panted, "it feels like they're rubbing against each other. Shit, that's intense."
Indeed Sebastian could feel the vibrator through her thin wall as she fucked herself and he moved inside her. They moved like that for a few moments as Valmont watched his wife's reflection in the mirror. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer so he had to make her cum.
He joined her hand on the vibrator as he fucked her harder. Removing the toy he brought it back to her clit, causing Kathryn to whimper and tremble underneath him. "Valmont," she gasped. "It-it's too much."
"You're almost there love." He laughed as he felt himself start to shake, "shit, so am I"
Tossing the vibrator away he used his own hand to rub her swollen bud as he began fucking her erratically. Kathryn was mewing and panting in time to his thrusts. A moment later she was crumbling in his arms as her orgasm finally overtook her. A half a second later he knew he was about to join. For whatever reason, a sudden adolescent need hit him. Pulling out of her none too gently, he let out a roar as he grasped his cock and came all over her back, effectively marking her.
Fully sated he collapsed onto the bed beside his panting wife. After catching his breath he reached out and pulled her close. Looking into her face he realized she had tears in her eyes. Suddenly worried that he had hurt her he asked, "Are you alright?"
Kathryn nodded as she wiped at her face. "That was just…intense."
"It was," he agreed. "It was incredible."
She offered him a small smile as she whispered, "I love you Sebastian."
He was momentarily startled by this declaration. It wasn't that he didn't know she loved him, he was well aware. It was the fact that she rarely verbally acknowledged it. Much like him, Kathryn wasn't big on verbal sentiment. They knew how they felt about each other. It didn't need to be said. Even so, he throat clenched and he had to contain the smile that wanted to break out over his face. "I love you too," he muttered back before kissing her gently on the forehead.
"Hmm, I'm going to be so sore tomorrow," she sighed. "I have that committee luncheon for the parks department. I'm not going to be able to sit down."
Sebastian chuckled, "Whose fault is that? You were the one begging me to ram it into you."
"Who was the one doing the ramming?"
"I suppose you have a point," he sighed as he sat up on the bed.
"And I'm all sticky now," she whined.
"Alright, quit bitching." Getting up he grabbed a silk robe from the closet and wrapped it around himself. "I'll run you a bath."
"Thank you," she called out as he left the room.
Kathryn listened to the water run and was almost asleep when Sebastian came back into the room and scooped her up into his arms. "Did I wear you out?"
"You know you did, you smug bastard"
A cocky smile spread across his face as he gently placed her into the giant antique claw tub. As she hit the warm water she hissed then winced as she sat back. "You sure you're alright?"
"Just a little tender," she sighed, "I'll be fine."
Sebastian pulled up a foot stool and sat beside her. Taking the sponge he rubbed it against her delicate skin as Kathryn leaned back getting comfortable. "That feels nice," she purred.
"I aim to please," he remarked dryly. "So, you never did tell me. Was your party everything you planned?"
A satisfied smile came across her pretty face. "Hmm yes. As always, things went exactly as planned. Not to mention my little revenge scheme against Caldwell was wrapped up quite nicely. Thanks to you of course."
"Happy to help. Anything else on the horizon that you need a helping hand with, so to speak?"
A calculating look came across her face. "As a matter of fact there is something you can help me with Valmont."
"Oh?" He took the sponge and rubber it across her tits, then down her stomach to her tender pussy. "Well if you're still up for it…
Kathryn laughed, "Even after all these years you still only have one thing on your mind. Not that…well at least not that with me."
"Who?"
"I want you to seduce McConnell's new little wife."
Sebastian rolled his eyes and huffed, "You've got to be kidding. For what purpose?"
Scowling she hissed, "I want to destroy that sanctimonious little homophobe. The nerve of that little inbred bitch. Asking me to join her pathetic little committee? Kathryn Merteuil Valmont doesn't join. She leads."
Sebastian laughed, "She also apparently refers to herself in the third person as well. Tell me, is it the fact that she's a bigoted little shrew that offends you or the fact that she's starting a committee that you can't head?"
"Both!" Kathryn snapped. "I want you to fuck that cunt's brains out and I want everyone to find out about it. We're going to destroy her and her sham of a marriage."
He pretended to contemplate this. "Hmm, I don't think so."
"What? Why not?"
"Kathryn, I could barely stomach a five minute conversation with her. Forget about a whole seduction."
"Oh come on Valmont," she purred. "She's not unattractive. She quite cute in a wholesome, backwoods, sort of way."
"Then why don't you fuck her?"
Kathryn's eyes lit up at the suggestion. She seemed to consider if for a moment. "You might be on to something…"
Sebastian roared with laughter at the very idea. His wife scowled in annoyance. "What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry baby, but come on! Not even your pretty little cunt is tempting enough to turn that bible thumping homophobe into a rug muncher."
Kathryn's eyes narrowed, sensing a challenge. "Oh, care to make a wager on that?"
Curbing his laughter he replied, "I'd love to, but I'd hate to see you humiliate yourself is such a way." With a put-upon sigh Sebastian gave in. "Look, if you really have your black little heart set on it, I'll bang the bitch, okay?
"No thanks," she sighed, "I think I'll just do it myself thank you."
"Kathryn, give it up," he laughed, "It will never happen. Just let me do it. I'll have them divorced before Christmas."
"Tell you what darling, why don't we turn it into a challenge? Whoever gets into the Hargrove bitch's panties first, wins."
Sebastian grinned, intrigued by the idea. It was fun when they were on the same team, but it was even more enjoyable when they were competitors. After all, they were each other's only true equal. And either way it was win-win for him. If he won he got the supreme satisfaction of rubbing it in his dear wife's face. If he lost he got to watch her fuck that wholesome twits brains out.
"Sound intriguing. What are the terms?"
Leaning over the rub she rested her chin on her arm as she considered her options. When a wicked idea came to her she laughed. "Well I know what I want."
"So do I"
"Alright, if I win then I want to do a threesome."
Sebastian smiled at the prospect, although this wasn't very shocking. They did threesome's all the time. Then she revealed who she wanted to be their third. "Me, you, and…Jean Paul."
Rolling his eyes he huffed, "no way."
"Oh come on Valmont, don't be a pussy."
Jean Paul was essentially the gay male equivalent of Sebastian. He was a complete cad and loved introducing straight men to the pleasures of gay sex. He was also Kathryn's best friend and had wanted to fuck Sebastian for years. Although Valmont had experimented with guys in the past, he wasn't terribly eager to fuck Jean Paul. Then again, what were the odds of Kathryn even winning this little bet?
"Fine, you win we'll do the threesome." Kathryn let out a squeal of satisfaction as she clasped her hands together in triumph. "Easy baby, you haven't won yet."
"But I will"
"Now if I win…"
"Yes"
"I get you in the playroom. For a whole week."
Kathryn's joyous expression dropped at the suggestion. Her confident manor wavered as she repeated, "A week? Isn't that a little excessive?"
Sebastian shook his head. "Not really considering you want me to put my ass on the line. Literally. Do we have a deal?"
She seemed to think about it a moment before nodding and sticking her hand out to him. "Alright, you have yourself a bet Valmont."
Grinning he took her hand in his and shook it before bringing it to his mouth for a kiss. "I'm so going to enjoy having you at my mercy for an entire week."
"And I'm so going to enjoy watching YOU take it up the ass this time," she retorted with a malicious grin.
"Bitch"
"Degenerate"
"Whore"
"Pervert"
"Conspirator"
"My Love"
"My Wife"
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