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Cruel Love Anthology

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Authors Note: Here we go, another threesome chapter. This time around expect some girl on girl action. Hey, if Valmont can indulge in some same sex fun-time so can Kathryn. Fair's fair.

Chapter Summary: Recently divorced Sebastian attends a debauched party hosted by an old friend. He intends to spend the night indulging in every decadent pleasure he can…including the one person he always wanted, but could never have, his stepsister Kathryn.

H is for Hedonist

200 Dosoris Lane

Saturday, April 15th

10:00 pm

Formal Attire Required

Sebastian Valmont's gaze swept over the mysterious invitation once more before stepping out of his jag and handing his keys over to the eager attendant. The kid practically sported wood upon seeing his prized automobile. "She's a beauty sir," he told him licking his lips.

"Yeah, no shit. You so much as breathe wrong on her I'll break your fucking hand, got it?"

"Oh, o-of course sir. I'll park her in Mr. Rutledge's personal garage," he assured him.

"Good boy." Sebastian shook his hand and slipped him a fifty as compensation. The kid quickly glanced at the bill in his hand and smirked before sliding into the driver's seat. "Have a good night sir."

As he watched the vale take off with his car he let out a long sigh. "That's the plan kid."

The chilly wind picked up, causing Valmont to wrap his overcoat tighter around himself as he approached the house. It was spring, but the estate, located on the North Shore of Long Island otherwise known as the Gold Coast, was so close to the water the air felt decidedly cooler. The Rutledge mansion was a beautiful three story brick home that had been in the family for three generations until the late Fielding Rutledge left it to his lover upon his untimely death. His ancestors were likely spinning in their graves upon hearing what their palatial estate was being used for tonight.

Two burly security guards greeted him as approached. "Invitation sir," the taller of the two grumbled.

Sebastian wordlessly handed over the crisp piece of ivory paper. The man glanced at it, handed it back to him and then opened the heavy front door. As he stepped inside the tastefully decorated foyer a middle aged man, dressed in a sharp suit met him. "Good evening sir, can I take your coat?"

"Thank you." He handed him his overcoat just as younger man appeared from out of nowhere and took the garment before disappearing once again.

"If you'd come this way please."

Sebastian followed the man through a door, then down a long hallway. As they walked he could hear the sounds of Beethoven's Fur Elise intermingled with light laughter and conversation coming from another room, teasing his curiosity all the more.

When they approached the end of the hall and entered into a larger, even more elaborately decorated room that was occupied by the young man who took his coat and a very beautiful, very naked brunette. "Ah here we are," the older gentleman said as they entered. The younger man handed him something that on closer inspection Sebastian realized was a mask. "You are to wear this at all times unless you want your identity revealed."

Valmont could honestly give a fuck who knew he was at this party, but for the sake of festivities he took the mask. It was a white Venetian mask with the traditional long nose beak. He slipped it on and then eyed himself in the full length mirror to his left. He looked slightly ridiculous in his black Armani suit and creepy white mask.

As the younger man departed once again the other man guided the beauty at his side over to Sebastian. "This is Cynthia. She'll be your escort for this evening for as long as you wish."

The woman smiled at him and offered her hand. He took it. On closer examination he realized she was Asian and her features were quite exquisite. She said nothing as she led him past another set of heavy wood doors and into the party.

Upon entering it seemed like any other typical well-heeled gathering. There were several couples standing around, all dressed in designer formal wear, all wearing masks, drinking champagne and chatting cordially. There was a man playing a baby grand in the corner. The only thing hinting at the events less than ordinary status was the naked women and men who were walking around standing about like human statues.

Seeing nothing of interest he turned to his guide. "How about a tour baby."

"As you wish." She smiled demurely before leading him from the room.

They entered a lavish billiard rooms and found several masked guests standing around a pool table. On top of it were two naked young women, both in masks, scissoring each other. The pixie like blonde was clutching her partner's ass as she humped against her at a frantic pace. Meanwhile, her red headed partner was pawing her small pale tits while groaning theatrically in pleasure. Sebastian stepped closer to the action to observe.

He couldn't be sure if the young women performing were guests or worked for their host. Either way, they were beautiful, without a blemish or mark on them and appeared barely out of high school. Some of the guests looked on blankly while a few men had pulled out their cocks and were eagerly pleasuring themselves to the show. One man had his 'guide' blow him while he watched.

When the women finally came, they untangled themselves then began making out while fondling each other. Having seen enough, Sebastian moved on with Cynthia.

The next room featured a foursome as the main attraction. Two men and two women were eagerly grinding up against one another on the floor while the masked spectators watched passively. He watched for only a moment before stepping into the next room.

It was the library filled floor to ceiling with books and featuring large overstuffed leather club chairs and hunting trophies on the wall. On display were two men, one black and one white, and a pretty petite blonde in the middle of them. She was sucking off the white guy while the bigger black man rammed her from behind. They made quite the pretty picture.

Sebastian moved in for a closer look. As he did he realized he recognized one of the observers. Reclining back on the sofa, puffing away on a cigar, sat Blaine Tuttle watching the group with little more than a passing interest. Gone were his infamous beached blonde tresses and preppy pastels. His hair was now a more natural brown and he was sporting a crisp, navy Marc Jacobs suit. He hadn't bothered with a mask. Sebastian almost didn't recognize his old friend.

"Tuttle?"

Turning at his name he looked towards his befuddled guest. "Valmont?" When he removed his mask Blaine rose to his feet and broke into a genuine smile. "Holy shit, as I live and breathe, Sebastian Valmont. What are YOU doing here?"

They embraced and he chuckled darkly. "You invited me asshole."

"Yeah, and I invited Robert Pattinson too, but I expected to see his fine ass here before yours any day. When did you get back to New York?"

Dismissing Cynthia for the moment, he took a glass of champagne off a passing waiter's tray and sat down beside his old friend. "About a month ago," he explained. "Work's been kicking my ass."

"Ah yes, the international photographer du jour. I saw your spread in last months GQ, very nice. I guess all that practice exploiting poor, dumb, debutants paid off, eh?" he chuckled.

"Something like that"

Blaine flagged down a waiter who came over with a box of Cubans. He handed one over to Sebastian and helped him light it. Fidgeting with his lighter he told him, "I was sorry to hear about the divorce."

Sebastian took a drag from the cigar and laughed shortly. "No you're not and don't tell me you're surprised either."

Blaine gave him a slightly sheepish shrug in return. He knew for a fact Blaine hadn't approved of his marriage, hell he didn't approve of him even dating his ex-wife. Not that he ever said anything of course. During the few times he had met Annette, Tuttle had always been nothing short of charming and cordial to her. He had even attended their wedding in Seattle, but after that Sebastian had never seen him again. That had been six years ago. Since then they had only sent the occasional email or talked briefly on the phone to each other. A lot had changed since high school. For both of them.

"Its fine," he lamented, "No one expected it to last forever. Hell, I'm shocked we lasted as long as we did."

"Quite the change from six years ago when you were swearing your eternal love"

His gaze flicked back to the threesome still actively going at it in front of them then back to his friend. He gnawed on his bottom lip and shrugged. "What can I say, things change."

He supposed that was simplest explanation for it. After he had fallen in love with Annette Hargrove, the summer before his senior year, nobody had thought they would make it past Christmas, including him. He was sure he would find a way to fuck it up as he always did, but they had proved everyone wrong. Their love grew as the year progressed and after they graduated they both went on to Yale.

Things had been even easier away from New York. No memories of the past, no girls coming up warning her to stay away from big, bad, Sebastian Valmont. Nobody to interfere. It was their fresh start and they only blossomed.

Following graduation they decided to move away someplace new. Sebastian had suggested Seattle, even farther away from New York than Yale had been. Annette wanted to teach and he wanted to do something with photography. Lord knows he had plenty of resources so it had been simple. They found a house, settled in and a year later they married.

Two years ago was when things started to go to hell. He was traveling a lot, leaving her at home more than he probably should. When Annette brought up having a kid he was resistant at first. They were still young, wasn't it too soon? But seeing that she really wanted it he agreed and they tried. After almost a year of trying and no baby they both started to get frustrated. They went through all the tests and found Annette had a thirty percent chance of carrying a baby to full term. She got depressed and angry, mostly at him.

The past year had been a fucking nightmare. All they did was fight. Sebastian found himself actively spending as much time away from the house and his wife as he could. Annette ended up turning to a fellow faculty member and having a brief affair. He had been hurt, but not surprised. Attempting to be the bigger person for once (and after she reminded him how she forgave him for the shit he pulled on her years ago) he tried to get over it and they went to counseling. It didn't work. Soon, Sebastian turned to other women and Annette seemed to turn a blind eye. Finally, after walking in on him in THEIR bed with some random model, she just shrugged and said, "I'm calling the lawyer. Be gone when I get back."

Sebastian couldn't be sure if it was the time apart, the baby mess, the cheating, or Annette's depression that was the real culprit. After the divorce was finalized he asked her. She gave him a small smile and said, "I don't think it was any one thing. People grow apart Sebastian. Relationships change and as time goes on they morph into something else. Sometimes it's something great and positive and sometimes, well, sometimes they go to shit like ours did. It's nobody's fault. It's just life."

He had said something then about life being a bitch and she laughed just as she always did when he said something inappropriate after she said something profound. Annette hugged him, told him to take care of himself, and then said goodbye. That had been nearly a year ago.

Valmont had stayed in Seattle briefly before picking up and moving on to London, Paris, then Rome for a little while, Japan for nearly three months, then back to the states where he had been staying out at an old plantation in New Orleans before finally deciding to head back to New York. Sebastian had been afraid to come back, it felt like he was admitting failure somehow, but at the same time he knew it was his home. Even when he was in Seattle he always felt like New York was where he truly belonged.

"Well, relationships can be a bitch." Sebastian tossed off his thoughts of the past when he realized Blaine was speaking. "It's probably better to be alone."

Studying his old friend intently, Sebastian didn't buy a word of it. "I was sorry to hear about Fielding. He was a good guy."

Blaine met his stare only for a moment before turning his eyes back on the sex scene playing out in front of them. "He was the best," he replied in a tone that meant to sound flippant, but failed. There was a blink-and-you-miss-it flash of pain that came through his dark eyes at the mention of his dead lover. That was about as close to genuine emotion as Blaine was likely ever to show.

Fielding Rutledge had been a financial guru from a wealthy and important family. He took up with Blaine about four years ago and they had become the golden couple among the rich and powerful gays of New York. When he fell for Fielding Blaine gave up drug dealing and whoring around. Sebastian had taken great pleasure in mocking him after all the years of his nagging him about Annette. There was no doubt in Valmont's mind that if it had been legal for them to marry back then, they would have. Unfortunately they never got a chance.

A little over a year ago Fielding had been killed when a drunk driver had smashed into his Mercedes. It happened around the same time Sebastian was going through his divorce melodrama so he couldn't make it to the funeral. As his father told it, Blaine had been a fucking mess afterwards, but had since seemed to have gotten his act together. Some had attributed that to the huge inheritance he came into shortly after. Much to the Rutledge's dismay, Fielding had left everything he owned, his millions, his cars and yes the family real estate, to Blaine. Judging by his friend's blank expression, none of his new riches seemed to bring him any pleasure.

Putting his cigar out in a nearby crystal ashtray, Blaine mused, "He would have enjoyed the party." When Sebastian raised a somewhat disbelieving eyebrow, he laughed, "Don't look at me like that, this was his tradition. He threw this party every year around his birthday."

Sebastian looked around at the decadence that was surrounding him and tried to equate it with Fielding, who he always saw as a rather straight and narrow type of guy. "Seriously? I wouldn't have thought this was his scene."

"Oh yeah, he was kinky bastard. How do you think we met?"

It occurred to him that he didn't know. In some ways it made him happy to know that Fielding had been much more like Blaine than he had presumed. He was glad his friend didn't have to alter his wicked ways too much when he fell in love. "I wish I'd known him better."

"Hmm…you would have liked him I imagined. I know he liked you," he laughed, "he was always sure you had a little queer in you."

"It's because I'm so pretty," Valmont replied completely deadpan.

"I tend to agree"

Both men laughed easily, drawing a few eyes to their conversation. Paying them no mind Blaine continued, "In any event, it's good to see you. New York was getting a little stale lately. Perhaps you'll perk it up a bit, hmm?"

He rolled his eyes. "I don't know about that. I've been out of the game for quite a while now. Besides, I'm an old man."

"You're 29! Don't feed me that bullshit, I know the real Sebastian Valmont is in there somewhere just dying to get out and cause some trouble."

He doubted it. That version of himself felt like a lifetime ago. "I'm not in high school anymore Blaine."

Turning his attention from the couple in front of them, who were now double teaming the blonde, Blaine studied him a moment, an odd smile on his face. "I'm debating whether I should tell you this or not."

"What?"

He waited a beat before revealing. "An old friend of ours is here tonight. Someone I gather you haven't seen in quite some time."

Sebastian sat up suddenly curious. "Who?"

Blaine moved closer, clearly wanting to keep the reveal as quiet as possible. Just as he was opening his mouth to tell him, the same gentleman who had greeted him when he arrived was standing by the hosts side trying to get his attention. When Blaine turned back to him the older man whispered something in his ear and he nodded. "Sorry Valmont, but I have to go see about something. How about we have a drink later? That is if you don't find something more stimulating to entertain you."

"Sure," he replied still curious as to what he was going to reveal to him. Blaine patted him on the shoulder then followed the other man out of the room.

Slipping his mask back on, Sebastian exited the room as well, but headed in the opposite direction. As he strolled down the hallway he briefly considered who Blaine might have been talking about. He had a guess, but he didn't want to let his mind go there. It was in the past, where it should stay.

At the end of the hallway was a large, Parisian style ballroom. It reminded him a little of the townhouse his father used to own when he was in high school, but larger and more extravagant. There were masked guests gathered about, some standing around chatting, but most engaged in some sort of sexual act or another.

There was a woman bent over a chair, getting fucked from behind by a man in the corner. Two younger guys blowing an older gentleman by the fireplace. A brunette, getting fondled by two men in the center of the room and a blonde fucking and sucking a man on a sofa only a few feet away. Unlike the other rooms however, no one was standing around watching each other. They were either engaged in their own activities or talking among one another without a care. At the far end of the room a full orchestra was playing Waltz 2 from Jazz Suite. It was very surreal indeed.

Before Sebastian could examine the room further a tall, statuesque, honey blonde in a mask approached him. Gently touching his arm she asked, "Can I give you pleasure?"

Letting his gaze lazily run over her naked body he licked his lips before meeting her stare. "Sure, why not."

Taking him by the hand she led him to a nearby chair and he took a seat. The leggy blonde got down on her knees in front of him and unfastened his pants. The abundance of sexuality the evening had produced had left his half hard already. A few strokes of her practiced hand and he was at full mast. She made a humming noise in the back of her throat before taking his cock into her mouth, then down her throat. Sebastian whimpered in pleasure as her cheeks hollowed and she sucked him down.

His hand came out and caressed her hair while her head bobbed between his legs. Sebastian's gaze lingered around the room at the rampant debauchery around him. His eyes fell on the brunette and the two men across from him. She was reclining on a Queen Anne sofa as the man beside her pawed at her breasts while the other man was down on his knees, his head buried between her legs. She was a good thirty feet away and wearing a mask, but there was something almost painfully familiar about her. A moment later she pulled her mask up and Sebastian's breath caught. At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but then he recalled what Blaine was trying to tell him earlier and nearly laughed out loud.

Of course it was her. Who else could it be, but Kathryn Merteuil?

Her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to asses if it was him or not. Slowly he took his own mask off and as he did the corners of her mouth curled up into a smirk and she seemed to chuckle. Sebastian found himself smirking as well. Of all the places to run into his ex-stepsister, given their history, an orgy seemed about right.

Ten years. It had been over ten years since that last time he had seen her. He of course remembered it very well. One wasn't likely to forget a night like that. The last time he saw her was the emergency room at Lennox Hill hospital after she nearly killed herself.

Of course she hadn't been trying to kill herself, that's what she claimed anyway. Sebastian wasn't so sure. It had been five months after he had gotten together with Annette and effectively abandoned her. At least that's how Kathryn saw it. She hated him for choosing, "the prissy, white trash blonde", over her. He hated her for attempting to destroy the only happiness he had ever known. Following the afternoon she called him a toy and he declared her dead to him, they essential severed all ties with one another. Sebastian had threatened to expose her evil ways (he had already filled in Annette) if she didn't stay out of his life. She easily agreed.

They had barely spoken to each other in months when he came home one night to find her on his bed, coked out of her gorge, bleeding profusely from the nose and having fits. Sebastian had never been so scared in his life. He screamed at her then, told her he would hate her forever if she died on him, that she was being stupid and weak, that he loved her. He was even pretty sure he told her he would give up Annette for her if she just lived. The ambulance had arrived quickly and he rode with her the whole way. She regained consciousness at one point and began babbling incoherently to him. Something about being sorry, mistakes she made and she asked him not to leave her. It was the closest Sebastian had ever come to seeing his ice cold stepsister be vulnerable.

She had made it through of course. Their parents had arrived shortly after, embarrassed and furious over their daughter's stunt. They had even brought a lawyer in tow. Sebastian felt sick to his stomach when he realized he was probably the only one who was hoping she'd make it out alive. As Kathryn's mother saw it, better to be the parent of a dead child than a drug addicted one. As the four of them huddled into her hospital room Tiffany made it known that Kathryn would be shipped off to rehab posthaste and NO ONE was to speak about this ever again. If anyone asked she was visiting a sick aunt in France.

Sebastian had been hustled out of the room quickly after and never got to say another word to his stepsister and former partner in crime. All he got was a last lingering look at her, huddled despondently in her hospital bed.

Kathryn was shipped off and Sebastian never saw her again. Shortly afterwards his father finally divorced his bitch stepmother, further severing their ties. Sebastian went on to Yale with Annette and he heard through the grapevine that Kathryn had gone to Harvard.

He didn't think of her much during that time and he never discussed her with Annette. To his recollection she only came up once during those years. They had been watching some Dateline special about murderous 'Mean Girls' and he had made some joke about how those little bitches didn't know mean.

Annette had looked at him thoughtfully and asked, "Do you miss her?"

He kept his gaze focused on the television. "Of course not. Why do you ask?"

"You wrote about her…a lot. That kind of obsession doesn't just go away. It's okay Sebastian, you're allowed to miss her."

"I don't," he told her rather adamantly. "Besides, that was another lifetime ago."

So he stuck Kathryn in the past and never thought about her again…until he got engaged. He wasn't sure why he did it, some juvenile need he supposed. Knowing she would never come in a million years he secretly sent an invitation to his former stepsister. Then one evening he got a call.

"Are you fucking serious?"

He didn't need to ask who was speaking. He knew that acid filled tone all too well. "As a heart attack, sis."

"Hmm…you'll be divorced in a year. Two tops."

"Care to make a wager on that?"

"Ha, ha," she replied dryly.

"So I take it we shouldn't expect you?"

"No, afraid not. Besides, you know how I detest the west coast. You'll send Annette my love though, won't you?"

They both knew he never told Annette about the invitation but he replied, "Of course"

There was a long pause on the line before she finally said, "Goodbye Sebastian, and good luck."

She hung up the phone and he never spoke to her again. During the first years of his marriage he was always tempted to call her again, rub in the fact that she had been wrong, they had lasted, but something always stopped him. When things started to go to shit Sebastian realized perhaps there was a reason he never called. In the back of his mind he knew she was right. He and Annette weren't made to last.

Over the years he had somehow built Kathryn up in his mind as this mythical creature. This person, who he wasn't even sure, actually existed. Perhaps she was just a figment of his imagination. This girl, who had been his obsession, his world for a few short years before vanishing entirely might just be a product of his overactive imagination.

But there she was, eye fucking him across the room as a predatory smirk played out across her face.

As talented as the blonde in front of him was, there was no doubt in Sebastian's mind what was really driving him on. Kathryn Merteuil had been his sexual fantasy for years. Watching her now, in the throws of sexual ecstasy, even after all these years was definitely a thrill.

The blonde, perhaps sensing his attention elsewhere, removed his dick from her mouth and moved south. When Sebastian felt her nibble on the underside of his balls, he groaned and taking her by the hair, guided her back to his throbbing cock. Once again his gaze quickly found Kathryn's. She regarded him with bemusement then her mouth fell open in pleasure. Clearly, the man working under her knew what he was doing.

Sebastian clutched his partner's hair and held her still. With his gaze still locked on the brunette's across the room he began to ram into the women's mouth without much finesse. He had a feeling she could take it. Kathryn meanwhile seemed to mimic his motions, clutching the man between her legs by the hair and grinding her pelvis against him. Her eyes locked on him, she bit down on her bottom lip hard and even through the sound of the party he could still hear her moan as she came.

Two rather gruff thrusts of his hips later and he was soon joining her. He came down the blonde's throat then collapsed back in his chair. While the blonde cleaned him up and tucked him back into his pants, Sebastian reached for his discarded glass of champagne. With a satisfied, lazy grin, he raised the glass into the air as if toasting their mutual orgasm. Kathryn just grinned and rolled her eyes.

The blonde got to her feet and took a seat in his lap. Sebastian barely noticed. He was powerless to look at anyone other than her. Sensing his attention elsewhere the blonde looked over her shoulder at the threesome across the room. "She's very beautiful," she purred in his ear.

Sebastian was hard pressed to agree. Age hadn't diminished Kathryn's beauty in the least, if anything she looked better than she had at eighteen. Her hair was now longer, but was the same dark chestnut color. She was wearing a long black, nearly see-through Grecian gown with a deep slit up the side. Her body no longer had that gaunt quality it did when she was younger. Perhaps she finally gave up the unnecessary eating disorder, Sebastian mused. As he watched her recline back on the sofa and laugh with her companions he noted that she seemed lighter somehow, less tense, less angry. Then again, in could all be in his head. Odds were she was exactly the same girl he left behind all those years ago.

"Shall we ask her to join us?"

The question woke him from his reprieve. He nearly laughed out loud. The idea of screwing Kathryn after all these years and during a sex party no less seemed ludicrous. Then again…what the hell? He had come here to indulge in his most wanton desires and it didn't get more wonton than Kathryn Merteuil, his holy grail for most of high school.

Besides, she would never go for it anyway…but he supposed it didn't hurt to ask.

Looking back at the woman on his lap he replied, "Why not?"

Getting to his feet he guided the blonde across the room. As they approached the two men beside Kathryn made themselves scarce, dropping a kiss on her cheek as they departed. Shaking his head, still completely baffled to see her after all this time, he called out to her, "In all the orgies, in all the world, you have to walk into mine."

Kathryn's grin widened as she reminded him, "Actually Valmont, New York is my town. So it's you who's intruding on my territory."

He nodded his head in acquisition. "You have a point."

Because they were both children of privilege and therefore lived in a world of manners, Sebastian leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her scent, French perfume mixed with sex hit him right away and his cock twitched in anticipation, for what he had no idea. Just being in her presence again was jolting.

"When did you get back?"

"About a month ago," he explained. "Tuttle extended an invite."

Kathryn sipped her champagne as her gaze glanced around the room like she was looking for someone. "He must have been shocked as shit you actually showed."

"He was"

"Are you in town visiting?"

"Back for good actually"

"Really?"

Her eyes locked on his as she stared him down. Sebastian knew what she wanted to ask, but he also knew she was never give him the satisfaction of asking. Clearing his throat he said as casually as he could, "Yes things didn't…work out in Seattle."

Kathryn's mouth turned up just slightly into a smile before melting into cool indifference. "Ah, then that explains it. How long?"

"Almost a year"

"Well you have my deepest sympathies," she purred in a tone that contradicted her phony words.

"Oh I'm sure"

Finally, she smiled at him, that famous Kathryn smile she would give him whenever they plotted together. It surprised him how much he missed it. "What can I say Sebastian? I enjoy being right."

He wanted to tell her that she wasn't right. They had lasted longer than a year, longer than the two she had predicted, but it seemed petty. It had ended, perhaps not in the time frame she had suggested, but it had ended all the same. That's what mattered. She was right, as usual. He hated that.

They eyed each other intently for a long moment before Kathryn finally asked, "Are you enjoying yourself this evening Valmont."

"Hmm, yes. As a matter of fact, that's why we came over. My friend…" turning to the blonde he realized he never got her name. "What's your name sweetheart?"

"Daphne"

Sebastian nodded. "Daphne wants to know if you would like to join us upstairs."

Kathryn looked back between the blonde and him, her lips curled into a smirk. He expected her to laugh or say some teasing remark about having a better offer elsewhere. Never in a million years did he expect her to say what she said next.

"Sure, why not?"

He tried his damndest to hide his surprise, but he didn't think he succeeded. Kathryn downed the rest of her drink before getting to her feet. As she did their eyes met briefly and she offered him a small, sexy smile. Sebastian took her hand in his and guided the two women from the ballroom.

Truth be told, he wasn't sure where he was going, but he assumed there were bedrooms available upstairs for public use. At least he hoped so. He had been waiting years to live out this sexual fantasy and he had no interest in making it a public event. As it was he wasn't terribly thrilled that Daphne was joining them. Sure she was hot and he was curious as hell to see Kathryn get it on with a girl (he knew she had been with a girl before but unfortunately he never caught her in the act) but he kind of wanted his former stepsister all to his self. Since there wasn't really a polite way to ditch her and because he wasn't sure if Kathryn would bow out if she did, he kept his mouth shut and went with it.

They reached the top floor of the mansion and it was decidedly quieter upstairs. A man wearing a mask and just tuxedo pants exited the room. As he passed the girls behind him laughed. Sebastian went over to the nearest door and raised his hand to knock. Kathryn stopped him before he could. "Last room at the end, on the right."

He cocked at eyebrow at her instructions. "Been here before, have you?"

She leaned in and nuzzled her nose briefly against his ear before whispering, "What do you think?"

He though he didn't want to know. Sebastian didn't want to consider that this might just be another Saturday night for her. He nodded at her and headed down the hall.

Opening up the door he stepped into a decent sized bedroom with a king sized canopy bed made of heavy wood. The whole room actually reminded him of his bedroom at his aunt's estate. Dark wood, deep reds and gold tapestries, Sebastian hadn't been there in years but he suddenly felt as if he was stepping back in time. Kathryn apparently read his mind. "Remind you of something Valmont?"

"Hmm," he hummed, "summers in the country."

"Thought you'd like it"

Walking over to her he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. Licking his lips he murmured, "How very considerate of you."

"How about some champagne?"

The pair turned towards Daphne who was now lounging on the bed, her mask off. Sebastian noted dully that she had a pretty face. "That's an excellent idea," Kathryn agreed. "Why don't you go fetch some Sebastian while Daphne and I get better acquainted?"

He wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, he didn't take orders from her anymore, but he was afraid of messing up the delicate balance and not having her see this through. Meeting her laughing eyes he replied stiffly, "Sure thing."

"Oh, before you go. I have something," Daphne told him. She went over to one of the bedside tables and explained, "Mr. Rutledge keeps party favors around for the guests. Want some?"

She pulled out a small baggie of cocaine and held it up. Seeing as Sebastian hadn't done anything harder than weed since college he wasn't terribly curious. He had tried most narcotics known to man and had since gotten the need to experiment out of his system. Besides, he wanted all his faculties tonight. Shaking his head he told her, "No thanks, not tonight. You ladies go ahead though."

As Daphne poured out a little onto a small hand mirror and began separating the powder into lines with the help of a piece of stationary, he expected Kathryn to jump right in. She just sat back on the bed watching her with little interest. Daphne snorted a line then looked to her. "It's really good, try some."

"No thank you"

Sebastian, who had started to head to the door, stopped in his tracks at this. He looked back at his stepsister in surprise. "That's a switch, I remember the days when you couldn't get enough of that shit."

"Things change"

She briefly met his stare before looking away. "Don't tell me rehab actually took?"

"Please," she scoffed. "I gave it up last year."

Unable to stop himself he asked, "Why?"

Kathryn played with a strand of Daphne's hair as the girl dove back in for another line. For a moment he thought she wouldn't answer him. Finally, she said rather matter-of-factly, "I got pregnant."

Sebastian felt his breath catch and his throat became dry. "You have a kid?" he asked hoarsely.

"Lost it," she told him still not meeting his stare.

Two things became apparent to Sebastian in that moment. One, Kathryn had obviously wanted the baby if she had given up her favorite drug of choice. Two, he realized he didn't know anything about what had gone on in her life these past ten years. He had been so busy trying to conceal his own bullshit from her he hadn't thought to inquire about her own.

He wasn't sure what to say to her. Ever since he'd known her, they'd only ever spoken through innuendo and snarky banter. Sebastian didn't know how to be genuine with her without seeming fake. Shifting uncomfortably he told her, "I'm sorry Kathryn."

She finally looked over at him and as she did he glimpsed a brief flash of pain in her eyes before she offered him a bane smile and shrugged. "There's nothing to be sorry about. It happens."

Sebastian walked back over to the bed and reached out for her. He caressed her hair and ran a hand down her back. "You know it occurs to me. I haven't the faintest fucking clue what you've been up to all these years."

"You've never been curious?"

"Of course, but I've…never let myself think about the past."

Her gaze became hooded as she murmured to him, "We can catch up later."

With one hand buried in her hair he drew her mouth to his and kissed her languidly. Kathryn's lips moved against his, teasing his with her tongue before sliding into her mouth. They kissed like old lovers even though they were nothing of the sort. Sebastian could count on one hand the number of times she'd kissed him and still have a few fingers left over.

It was brief, but he was completely hard by the time she pulled away. Licking her lips she whispered, "Go get us some drinks Sebastian."

He nodded and without a word he exited the room. His mind reeled with possibilities as he headed back downstairs to the bar. He considered Kathryn and their complicated past and if he was making a mistake.

After finding a bartender in one of the exhibitionist rooms, he ordered a bottle of good champagne and some glasses. As he went to fetch it, Sebastian stood by the bar, staring off in thought. He hadn't realized when someone saddled up beside him. "Couldn't find anything as stimulating as a drink with your old friend?" Blaine drawled as he poured himself some bourbon. "I'm flattered Valmont."

Giving his friend the side eye he huffed, "On the contrary. I have two beautiful women waiting for me upstairs. Just came down for some refreshments."

"Anyone I know?"

He hesitated briefly, but then recalled how discreet Tuttle always was. "Some chick named Daphne and…Kathryn."

"Kathryn?" Blaine's lips curved up in a grin before letting out a loud laugh. "Oh Christ, I should have known you'd seek her out."

"I didn't seek her out," he spat. "I just ran into her. You knew she was here didn't you?"

"Of course," he snickered, "I just didn't expect you two to find each other so quickly."

"Well we have some unfinished business between us"

Blaine lit up a cigarette and inhaled. "Yes I suppose you do. Can't believe in all that time together you never fucked her. Hell, even I fucked her."

Sebastian did a double take. This was news to him. "YOU fucked her? When?"

"I don't know, ages ago." Looking back at his friend he studied him a moment before asking. "You sure you want to do this?"

"Why, was she that bad?"

"Truth be told I couldn't tell you. I was kind of wasted when it happened. What I mean is you've always been a little…attached to her. Before Annette, I didn't think anything could break the hold she had over you."

Sebastian wanted to argue with him, tell him Kathryn never had any sort of hold on him, but even he knew that was a lie. He had been fixated on her for years and she had used that to her advantage and sometimes to his detriment. Curious he asked, "Are you saying I should stay away from her?"

"No, I'm just saying…proceed with caution Valmont. Look you know I've always been found of little Hannibal." Sebastian snickered upon hearing Blaine's little nick-name for his former stepsister. "But she can still be…Kathryn like."

"Hmm," he considered this. "She seems different somehow."

He shrugged, "Yes, I guess she is. She's mellowed somewhat since high school. She gave up the coke and the," he mimicked shoving his finger down his throat and gagging.

To Sebastian's recollection Blaine and Kathryn were never super close. He was curious if that changed in his absence. "How do you know this?"

"She was good friends with Fielding," he revealed.

The bartender suddenly reappeared with his bottle and glasses. Stubbing his cigarette out Blaine said, "There's also something else I should probably tell you about her."

"What's that?" Before his old friend could reveal anything he held up his hand. "You know what? I don't want to know. This is a one time thing. Tonight is supposed to be about living out fantasies, right? Well Kathryn's always been my ultimate fantasy fuck and tonight I'm going to indulge, then walk away. It's probably better if I know as little as possible about her life. I have no intentions of getting sucked into her bullshit."

Blaine held his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Alright, have it your way. If you say you can fuck her and walk away, then good. Have fun."

Judging by the tone he was using Blaine clearly didn't believe he could, but Sebastian realized he had to. He didn't know what had been going on in Kathryn's life and he didn't want to. He was going to scratch his itch for her then walk away. He didn't give a shit if Blaine didn't believe him or not. "See you later Tuttle." He took the champagne and walked away.

As he departed Blaine called out, "Go forth and FUCK my son!"

Sebastian tossed him the finger before exiting the room and heading back to the bedroom. As he approached the door he could hear the unmistakable sound of Kathryn moaning. He cocked his ear to the door a minute before pushing it open. The sight that greeted him wasn't terribly surprising, but it was hot.

Both girls were kneeling in the middle of the bed. Daphne was totally naked of course and Kathryn had stripped down to her bra and panties. The girls were making out hungrily as they eagerly pawed at each other's bodies. Kathryn's hand was buried in Daphne's cunt and if he listened closely, Sebastian could hear the tell-tale sounds of her fingers moving in her wet pussy. Daphne panted against her mouth while her hand burrowed underneath Kathryn's black demi bra squeezing her breast.

Sebastian closed the door a tad louder than necessary. It got the girls attention as they both looked his way, but didn't break apart. "It looks like you two decided to start without me," he chided. "That wasn't very nice."

Pulling her mouth away Kathryn teased, "We got bored waiting for you to return. Did you drive back to Manhattan to get the champagne?"

Sebastian offered her a sardonic smile as he popped the champagne cork. At the sound, Daphne clapped her hands together and jumped off the bed, her generous tits bobbing as she did. He poured her a glass and handed it over. Before she sipped he pulled her into a kiss, but kept his eyes open gazing at Kathryn as he did. "There you go baby."

"Yummy"

He poured a second glass and walked over to the bed and handed it to Kathryn. As she sipped she eyed him over the glass and ordered, "Take you fucking clothes off Valmont."

Tossing off his jacket he sneered, "You're still as bossy as ever and here I had just heard you've mellowed out. Clearly that was a lie."

"Well you don't have to participate it you don't want," she teased. "You can sit over there and watch me fuck Daphne if you're not…up for it."

"Fuck you," he snarled as he pulled down his boxers and revealed his throbbing cock. "Does it look like I'm not up for it?"

Kathryn eyed his member and licked her lips. "Hmm, that's still as pretty as I remember."

"Perhaps it's time for you to get better acquainted with it." He climbed on to the bed and moved towards her.

Setting her glass down on the floor, Kathryn bent over and grasped his hard on in her fist. Sebastian hissed at the motion, a flood of memories coming back to him with that one motion. Without warning she guided his dick to her mouth and all but swallowed it. Valmont pinched the base of his cock in order to hold off his cum. Shit, it felt incredible and it was taking everything in him not to shoot down her throat at that moment.

Kathryn had never blown him before. Usually their intimacies never went farther than hand jobs and fingering. Glancing down and seeing his former stepsister's mouth stretched around his cock was terribly surreal. "Fuckshitgoddamn," he hissed as she bobbed a few times then pulled him out completely.

As she came up on her knees she mocked in the same tone Daphne used earlier, "Yummy."

Rolling his eyes at her he quickly grabbed her from around the waist and spun her around so her back was to his front. "Still a cocktease Kat?"

"Would you like to find out?" She moaned as he nestled his errection into the crack of her ass. Pushing back against him she purred, "Valmont."

Sebastian kissed her neck and moved his hands up her torso to her breasts. He peeled down the cups of her bra exposing her tits. They were bigger than he remembered, but still firm like they were in her youth. He pinched her nipples and chuckled against her skin. "I can't believe we're finally doing this."

"Some things are inevitable."

Valmont was on his way to removing her panties when a flash of something caught his attention. He grasped her hand and held it up. On her ring finger sat a sizeable diamond ring and a delicate silver band. He stared at the rings a long moment before saying with more emotion than he intended, "You're married?"

"Yes"

His grip on her hand tightened and then he dropped it to her side as he tried to process this information. Clearly, this is what Blaine was likely trying to warn him about, but he didn't care to hear it. Kathryn was married and yet here she was getting ready to fuck him. Sebastian felt as if he had been punched in the gut, but he wasn't sure why. They had no claims on each other. Why should he care? He didn't want to know about her past or her future.

Still, the idea that she belonged to someone else nagged at him. "I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same, huh sis?" he spat somewhat bitterly. "So how's that going?"

"It's great. I love and adore him." She said it in a way that he couldn't tell if she was being serious or not. As usual her expression was unreadable. The concept of Kathryn content and in love was…troublesome to him.

Sebastian wanted to demand to know why she was at a sex party if she was so in love. Where was her fucking husband? Was the kid she lost his? He didn't ask any of this however. Instead, he simply replied blandly, "I'm happy for you."

"Are you?" She asked him, almost teasingly. He couldn't help but notice the slight malevolent glee in her eyes. Vaguely he wondered if she planned this, planned to get him here like this all worked up then drop her little bombshell on him. Was this her revenge for everything that happened with Annette?

Normally he wouldn't put it past her, but then he recalled the genuine look of surprise on her face when she spotted him and the pain in her eyes when she told him she lost her kid. Perhaps the old Kathryn might have plotted something like this, but not the woman in front of him. However, that didn't mean she didn't take some satisfaction in tormenting him. Thinking back to the incident with the wedding invitation he supposed he deserved it.

"Take them off if you want me to fuck you," he found himself saying.

Kathryn eyed him a moment before shrugging indifferently and removing the rings. She tossed them carelessly into an ashtray on the night side table. "Satisfied?"

"Not yet"

He pulled her back towards him and kissed her this time much more savagely. Grasping the edge of her panties he yanked them down her legs in an almost violent motion. Daphne suddenly reappeared, climbing back on the bed. She kissed Kathryn's neck and rubbed her now exposed cunt. Sebastian broke away and watched entranced at the other woman groped her. Kathryn's eyes remained, as always, on him.

"So, which one of us do you want to fuck first?" Daphne asked.

"You," he told her without missing a beat. He could tell the blonde preened somewhat at being chosen first. A brief look of frustration clouded Kathryn's face momentarily. She wasn't used to coming in second place.

As Daphne turned around to retrieve some condoms from the bedside table Sebastian tugged his former stepsister closer. He kissed her below the ear then whispered to her by way of explanation, "Delayed gratification and all that. I could cum with a gentle breeze at this point."

Kathryn grinned and flicked her tongue over his mouth. "Really?"

He winked at her before turning back to Daphne who had snaked her arms around his waist and was jerking his cock. Sebastian realized he hadn't been paying much attention to her and not that he cared terribly about her feelings or whatever (for all he knew she was an escort hired by Tuttle for the party) but fair was fair and all that. He kissed her roughly squeezing her neck as his tongue clashed against hers. Kathryn was behind him nipping at his neck and playing with his ass before slipping the rubber on him.

Breaking away from the blonde he turned to the other girl and ordered, "On your back."

Kathryn cocked a saucy eyebrow at the demand, but didn't put up a fight. She reclined on her back and spread her legs wantonly. Sebastian found himself momentarily distracted by the sight of her glistening pussy. "Daph, why don't you eat her out while I fuck you."

She got down on her belly and dipped her head between the brunette's legs. Sebastian watched them for a moment, delighting in the pretty picture they made. Kathryn's eyes met his and she grinned while she plucked her taunt little nipples with her fingers.

Grasping Daphne by the hips, he pulled her on to her knees and spread her legs. Dick in hand he began rubbing it across her bare, wet pussy. She pulled away from Kathryn long enough to groan, "Please, put it in."

"Since you asked so nicely," he sing-songed. Grabbing her hips he drove in balls deep on the first thrust. Daphne tossed her head back and moaned. Sebastian gave her no time to adjust and began hammering into her relentlessly.

"Oh god…oh fuck, you're so deep!" Daphne moaned.

In her pleasure she had all but abandoned Kathryn's who looked annoyed. She grasped the women by the face and asked, "Does his big cock feel nice?"

"Yesss," she groaned, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Good," Kathryn looked up and met his stare with a knowing smirk, "Now finish licking my cunt or he'll pull out before you can cum."

"Sorry," she whimpered before getting back to the task at hand.

"Better?" Sebastian whispered.

Kathryn moaned then replied, "Much."

Sebastian could feel his orgasm quickly approaching however, he wanted to see Kathryn cum first. As it happened Daphne was the first to get off, screeching against Kathryn's sex as she clenched around him. She didn't stop licking her and a moment later Kathryn's orgasm hit her. With one hand squeezing her tit, the other grasped the blonde by the hair holding her in place. Sebastian's eyes locked on hers as he shot his load into the condom. All three collapsed in a messy heap of sweaty limbs.

"Shit," he sighed as he pulled out of Daphne. "Very nice ladies."

"The highest of praise from you Valmont," Kathryn snickered

He swatted her ass and she yelped in protest jumping away. "Well I don't know about you two, but I'm going to need a moment to recover. Why don't you two put on a little show for me in the meantime."

"Okay," Daphne happily agreed. "What would you like us to do?"

Sebastian pulled a cigarette out from the case beside the bed and lit it. He considered the pair a moment before suggesting, "Why don't you two scissor. That would be…intriguing."

"If you still want to fuck my pussy then that's out of the question," Kathryn huffed. "I'll be way too sore from that shit. Daphne get on your back," she ordered taking the lead.

The girl complied but asked, "Why?"

"Cause I'm going to sit on your face." She looked at Valmont and rolled her eyes, reminding him of how she used to behave towards her underlings in school. Getting up gracefully on her knees she straddled Daphne's head. Sebastian admired her nude body that seemed so the same and yet different from her youth. He watched her tits jiggle as she got comfortable. Stretching out across the length of the taller girl's body, she bent down between her open legs and licked at her pussy.

Sebastian had a prime view as he watched the girls go to work on each other. He puffed away on his cigarette studying the action like some would a sporting match. Needless to say, both girls were rather enthusiastic in their actions. In minutes the air was filled with the scent of sex. As he tugged on his rapidly hardening dick he wondered if it was the sight of two girls going at it that got him hot or the fact that one of the girls was his former step-sister that made it so erotic. He thought it best not to overanalyze it too much.

Minutes later both women came nearly simultaneously. Kathryn pulled herself up and off of her partner. She wiped at her wet mouth then reached for the bottle of champagne. Daphne collapsed back on the mattress and giggled. "You're really good at that."

"I know," Kathryn coolly reply.

"Like, better than a man"

"She's had ample practice," Sebastian snarked.

Still guzzling down the booze she tossed him the finger. Daphne looked back and forth between the pair. "So, how do you two know each other?"

Sebastian's gaze met Kathryn's and wordlessly he asked if he should tell the truth. She just gave him a small, careless shrug. "Kathryn used to be my step-sister."

Daphne's bright blue eyes bulged wide and she let out a disbelieving laugh. "Holy shit, for real? That's so fucking twisted!"

"Our parents divorced a while back," he explained as if that made it somehow less weird. "We've never…done this before."

She studied him a moment as she reclined across his legs. "Hmm…did you always want to fuck her?"

He looked towards Kathryn and licked his lips at her. In a husky murmur he admitted, "Always."

Kathryn let out a snort, "No not always. I remember a time quite vividly actually when you turned me down."

"Oh please Kathryn," he sighed, "We both know you wouldn't have gone through with it-

"Bullshit!"

"Sweetheart I know you; I know how you operated back then. You would have found some way to weasel out of it like you always did."

Kathryn sat up with sudden fire in her eyes. "I offered myself to you and you turned me down to go chase after that ridiculous girl!"

Sebastian really was in no mood to rehash old wounds, but she was starting to piss him off with all of this. With a humorless laugh he explained, "I DID show up to claim my reward and when I did what was it you said, I was your toy? Jesus Christ you ripped out my heart and laughed about Kathryn."

"It's called self preservation darling," she explained with steely resolve. "What's a girl to do when her heart is broken?"

Sebastian felt as if he'd been socked in the gut. Glancing quickly over at Daphne who was watching them with wide, curious eyes, he looked down at his hands and grumbled, "Kathryn Merteuil's heart. You'll forgive me for thinking that a mythical being."

"Oh screw you," she sighed

He wasn't going to mention it, but he figured since they were airing their dirty laundry he wanted to know. "Is that why you tried to kill yourself that night?"

"You tried to kill yourself?" Daphne asked her quietly.

"I NEVER tried to kill myself," she growled at him clearly annoyed he was bringing that part of their history up.

"It sure as shit seemed like you were. All those drugs…"

"I was in pain. I was trying to control it," Kathryn admitted quietly. "Sorry to burst your bubble Valmont, but it wasn't all about you."

"I know," he replied and indeed looking back on it he did know. Her mother, her reputation, not to mention all the fucking pressure she put on herself. He knew Kathryn had a lot of demons back then and it wasn't just on account of their stupid little love triangle.

After a moment of silence he found himself saying, "I DID love her you know."

"Yes and how did that work out?" she sneered.

Sebastian laughed and shook his head ruefully. "After all these years you're still a little bitch. Tell me, does your husband enjoy that smart little mouth of yours?"

Sitting up, Kathryn leaned into him and revealed, "He loves it."

He reached over suddenly, grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her forcefully. Kathryn eagerly returned it, climbing on to his lap as they made out in an almost angry fashion. Sebastian found himself pushing her on to her back and spreading her legs. He was so fucking eager to bury himself inside her after all these years. He held off for a moment however, in order to gage her response.

Placing his hand on her torso, he guided it up her body, across her breasts, up her neck to rest on her cheek. Kathryn shivered just slightly, leaving goose bumps in his wake, as he touched her. Sebastian cupped her cheek and rubbed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. She took the digit into her mouth and bit down. He smiled down at her and she smiled back. Gently parting her legs he studied her glistening slit. "Hmm…I used to dream about your pussy. I jerked off about it. Did you know that?"

She smiled at him in a way that gave him his answer before she said a word. "Yes. Why do you think I enjoyed teasing you so much?"

"Sexy, little bitch"

"Valmont?"

"Yes?"

"No more teasing. Give us what we both want."

He knew she wasn't referring to Daphne when she said we. He leaned forward kissed her lips briefly then whispered, "Turn over."

A flicker of surprise passed through her eyes, but she didn't protest. Wordlessly she turned on her stomach and got on all fours. Sebastian knew he had to take her this way. If they did it face to face she would be able to read his emotions all over his face and he couldn't have that.

As he positioned himself behind her he noticed his hands were shaking. He rubbed his hard cock against the seam of her opening just as he had Daphne, but this felt way different. This was Kathryn.

Sebastian counted to three in his head then plunged in. His eyes clamp shut and he found himself bent over Kathryn like a blanket as she sucked him in. It felt even more intense somehow than he anticipated. As he muttered a string of curses he became aware Kathryn was whimpering under him. He needed to get his shit together. This wasn't making love and this wasn't supposed to be gentle. They were in the middle of a goddamn threesome for Christ's sake.

Sitting back on his hunches he grasped her waist in one hand and her shoulder in the other and began to thrust inside her. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Kathryn was clenching the silk duvet tightly as she moved back to meet his thrusts. Fuck, she felt amazing, tight, hot and slick just as he always dreamed. Sebastian began counting down in his head in order to not shoot off right away.

Daphne, clearly tired of being ignored, decided to join the party. She ran her hands all over Kathryn before reaching down, cupping her face and kissing her. Kathryn steadied herself on the other girl as Sebastian continued to drive into her more roughly. As he watched them make-out it was hot, but at the same time he started to get annoyed by Daphne's presence. He should have dismissed her before they started.

Grabbing Kathryn gruffly around the torso he pulled her to him and panted in her ear, "Turn around." When she looked back at him confused he explained, "I want you to ride me."

Perhaps sensing his jealousy she gave him a smug little smirk that vanished when he briefly pulled out of her. She whimpered then did as he asked. Daphne seemed to pout, but he didn't really give a fuck. Sitting back against the pillows he stroked himself while Kathryn positioned herself over him. She took his dick in her hand and guided it back inside her then sunk down on to it. Her pink little mouth fell open in a gasp. "Shit, you're so deep like this."

"Feel better this way?" He flicked his finger against the hood of her clit.

"Oh yes," she purred.

Sebastian cupped her face and kissed her possessively (giving Daphne the evil eye in the process) his tongue demanding access to her mouth. Kathryn eagerly returned it as she dug her nails against his chest and shoulders. A moment later she started riding him, slowly at first, then exceedingly more aggressive, making the most delicious little whimpers as she did.

He touched her everywhere he could, unable to get enough of her. At the same time Daphne began nipping at her neck, pawing her tits, groping her wherever he wasn't already touching her. Sebastian noticed her hand glide down Kathryn's back and rest at her ass. A moment later Kathryn jolted against him and cried out, "Oh fuck!" Then, without missing a beat, she continued to ride him.

Daphne licked her lips as he seemed transfixed by something behind Kathryn's back. Sebastian realized for the first time he could feel her hand near where they were joined. He smirked when he realized what she was doing. "You enjoying that finger in your ass, baby?" he whispered against her ear.

"Oh hell yes," she panted. Kathryn wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his neck as her riding became more erratic. "I'm close Sebastian…just a little more."

Hugging her even tighter to him, he snaked a hand between their bodies and began playing with her clit. Kathryn whimpered his name against his neck before letting out one last throaty moan. He felt her muscles tighten around him and the tell tale spasm of her orgasm.

Sebastian could have cum right there with her, but he suddenly remembered he didn't put a rubber on like he had with Daphne. "Shit," he cursed to himself when he realized he was going to have to pull out of her.

Laying her back on the bed he grasped the base of his dick then slowly withdrew. He glanced up at her for permission and she met his gaze through her lust filled lashed before nodding her head once. Sebastian began to jerk his cock when he suddenly felt Kathryn's tiny fist wrap around him. Aiming towards her stomach she stroked him quickly a few times before he shot across her abdomen. Sebastian's teeth clenched in pleasure in a failed attempt to hold back his groan. He moaned Kathryn's name as he came.

Exhausted and panting, he collapsed beside her on the bed. He pressed his face against the mattress as he came down from his high. Someone was trailing a finger down his back and he was sure it was Kathryn. "So, was it worth the wait?"

Cracking an eyelid open, he met her gaze. Sebastian thought about all the times she teased him to the point of madness, all the lap dances, all the secret touching with no pay off, all the cases of blue balls. "Yep, definitely worth the wait," he breathed.

Kathryn ran a hand across the cum on her stomach. "I agree," she sighed. "Its better we waited."

"I wouldn't go that far," he grumbled.

They were silent for a long time enjoying the peace. It didn't last long. Soon the sound of the bathroom door shutting and opening disturbed him. Lifting his head he saw Daphne walking around the room looking for something. Likely her drugs, he mused. She bent down and scooped up her mask. As she slipped it on he asked, "Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I should take off. Two's a party; three's a crowd I think…"

As Daphne turned to leave Kathryn rolled her eyes and shot him a look he was all too familiar with. It was the, handle it, look. Grumbling he got to his feet and followed her to the door. "You know you don't have to leave," he told her half-heartedly.

She looked back at him with a knowing smirk. "Oh, but I think I do. I get the distinct feeling you don't want to share tonight." Sebastian offered her a small smile and nodded once. "No hard feelings," she promised, "I had fun."

"Good. Then I can trust you to keep what you heard tonight to yourself. It wouldn't do if certain people-

Daphne held up her hand to silence him. "Relax. Mr. Rutledge makes us sign non-disclosure agreements. He'd sue my ass to Timbuktu if I even tried. Which I wouldn't. Not my style."

Sebastian almost laughed at this. Ten years ago it was exactly his and Kathryn's style to try to use something like this as leverage against someone. Luckily for them Daphne was a different breed of people. He kissed the blonde's cheek and told her, "Thanks. Have a goodnight."

He watched her vanish down the hall before closing the door and locking it behind him. Turning back to the bed he found Kathryn wiping his seed off with a towel. "Everything taken care of I trust," she asked her tone all business.

"Of course," he sighed. "Still concerned about your rep above all else, hmm?"

Tossing the towel carelessly away she shot him a look. "This is a little more delicate than people finding out I'm a bitch. I'm married Valmont. I can't have it getting out that I'm having threesomes with my former stepbrother. I don't want anyone getting hurt."

Sebastian chuckled dryly as he fell back into bed. "That's a switch. The girl I use to know lived to hurt others."

"Well, perhaps I'm no longer that girl anymore."

He considered this. Sebastian could tell she had changed, but the girl he had once knew still seemed to be peaking out from along the edges. Still, he humored her and asked, "Then who are you? What have you been up to all these years? Darling of the society set like everyone predicted?"

She offered him a wryly smile. "Not quite. Get that magazine from the drawer. Page 48."

He looked at her curiously before doing what she asked. Reaching inside he pulled out an old Elle Magazine and flipped to the page she instructed. There he found a full page layout of Kathryn wearing some stunning couture gown while sitting in Central Park. He never really saw Kathryn as having any interest in something as shallow as modeling. Then he read the caption and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Kathryn Merteuil, 28, recently took over the reigns of Onex Enterprises as the acting CEO from her father the late Richard Merteuil. Onex Enterprises now includes cable company Onex Communications, Onex media group (several print media, TV, and radio stations) as well as the Onex auction house. Merteuil is estimated to be worth upwards of 2 billion dollars." There was more about her charity work, education and the like, but he stopped. Sebastian didn't bother to hide his surprise. "2 billion? Well done, sis."

"Thank you," she replied without a hint of modesty. "I take it you expected I had become some pampered trophy wife."

In all honesty he had, if only because it was what was expected of her. Then again, he thought proudly, Kathryn had never been terribly interest in others expectations. "Wasn't that what mommy dearest was grooming you for?"

"Hmm," she replied noncommittally. "Daddy left me the company when he passed all those years ago. She just assumed I'd sell off my shares to another stockholder or my husband. Fuck that. I spent enough of my life kowtowing to her. I'm going to be damned if I did it for some other asshole."

Sebastian chuckled. "What did she say when she found out?"

Kathryn gave him a perplexed look as she turned to face him on her pillow. "Not much seeing as she's dead."

"What?"

"Mommy dearest died three years ago," she explained. "Boating accident with husband number three. My, you really are out of the loop aren't you?"

Apparently he really was. Sebastian searched his brain trying to recall his father possibly relaying this information, but he couldn't remember. Three years ago was when the bad spot in his marriage began. It was possible Edward Valmont might have mentioned it but he was too caught up in his own shit to care. Rubbing his forehead he sighed, "Shit, Kathryn, I'm sorry. I-

She held up her hand to quiet him. "Don't its fine. The woman was a horror show. She doesn't deserve your sorrow."

"I'm not apologizing to her. I should have been here…"

"You had your own shit to deal with Valmont. Besides, I had Michael."

Michael. That had to be the husband, he figured. Reaching over to the bedside table he picked up her diamond ring and examined it. "Michael," he said out loud, "Tell me about him."

Kathryn rolled her eyes and pulled the sheet tighter against her body. "Why?"

"Cause I want to know," he pressed.

She eyed him a long moment as if she was trying to asses something. Finally, she sighed and relented. "His name is Michael Pressley. He worked for the same company as Fielding. They were best friends. We've been married a little over two years. Dated for two before that. Satisfied?"

"Not really. Was the kid his?"

That same flash of pain from earlier appeared on her face and he instantly regretted asking her. Before he could back track she admitted softly, "Yes, of course it was his."

"I'm sorry"

"Jesus, Sebastian, what do you want to hear? That he's an asshole, he beats me, he's bad in bed? Do you want me to lie? Would that make you feel better?"

He sat up in sudden aggravation. "Well clearly he's not doing it for you or else you wouldn't be trolling around orgy's in the country," he shot back.

"What can I say," Kathryn sighed, "I've always been the girl who wants her cake and eats it too. Along with everyone else's."

"You've always been prone to self-sabotage as well."

Tossing off the sheet she ran a hand through her long hair and started to climb off the bed in a huff. "You know jack shit about my marriage or my life for that matter Valmont."

Sebastian quickly reached out and stopped her from leaving. Grasping her chin he forced her to look at him. "Then enlighten me. You might be loaded beyond your wildest dreams and married to the perfect guy, but you sure as hell don't appear any happier than you were ten years ago."

Kathryn collapsed beside him and her face fell. She wouldn't meet his gaze as she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. Nothings ever enough. Michael is perfect. He loves me, not just the bullshit girl I pretend to be, but the real me. I fuck around on him all the time and I can't even bring myself to feel guilty about it. I'm fucked up Sebastian." When she at last looked up at him he was shocked at the self loathing he saw there. "You're right, its ten years later and I'm just as fucked up as I was back then."

Sebastian didn't know what to say, didn't know how to comfort her. Putting an arm around her he pulled her close and asked softly, "What about the baby? You wanted it right?"

She burrowed against his neck and continued to speak in a soft whisper. "Not at first, but then yeah, I wanted it. Michael…I don't think he really wanted me to keep it, he liked our life as it was, but he didn't fight me on it. He tried to be supportive, but then Fielding died and I don't know. Things changed between us."

"When did you…?"

"When I was 6 months along."

He dropped a kiss on top of her head. "I'm truly sorry Kathryn."

Pulling away she regarded him with curiosity. "Why didn't you and Annette have kids?"

Sebastian sighed. "We tried, she couldn't get pregnant. Things went to shit not long after. We tried everything; it just didn't work between us anymore."

"Perhaps we're not the marrying kind," she replied wistfully.

He imagined there was a grain of truth in that. That restlessness, selfishness, whatever you want to call it that was in her, was also in him. Maybe his relationship with Annette truly never stood a chance. Sebastian recalled what Annette told him after their divorce. "Well a wise woman once told me that its no ones fault. Relationships change, they morph into something else. It just happens."

Breaking away from him Kathryn regarded him with a sneer. "Who the hell told you that? Dr. Phil?"

Staring into her mocking face it seemed as if no time had passed at all. Shaking his head he launched himself at her driving her back on the bed with a shriek. Sebastian landed on top of her covering her with his body and preventing her from getting up. Not that seemed to mind the position. "You're impossible," he exclaimed with a laugh.

Kathryn smirked back at him. "You love it"

"Always"

Before she could respond further he crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with eager passion. Kathryn clutching at his hair kissed him back just as enthusiastically, but then pulled away. "Sebastian we shouldn't…"

"We already are." His mouth hovered over hers teasingly before reconnecting with hers. They pulled apart and came together over and over again.

"Jesus, you're so fucking hard already," she panted against his lips. "Guess age hasn't hurt your sex drive any."

Sebastian chuckled against her neck at the compliment. He knew she was just as eager for it as he was. The insides of Kathryn's thighs were slick with her want. "I could go all night. Would you like me to prove it to you?"

"Perhaps, but just for tonight Valmont." She caressed his face with her palm as she told him adamantly, "This ends tomorrow."

Sebastian wasn't so sure. He didn't know what the future would bring, but he knew for certain he wouldn't be able to walk away from her again. Apparently Blaine was right. Kathryn's hold on him never truly went away. It probably never would.

He knew Kathryn well enough that if he told her any of this there was a good possibility she would flee. So instead, he pushed himself inside her and trapped her against the mattress. With a knowing smirk he kissed her and replied, "We'll see."

THE END

Authors Note: Hmm, this was a little longer than I anticipated. I wanted to write something a little more melancholy but I'm not sure I succeeded. Oh well. I know I just did a threesome story, but I didn't intend this to come so soon after. Just the way it fell in the alphabet.

Up next is I is for Innocent and yep, it features innocent Kathryn and predatory Sebastian. It should be a little shorter than this. Hopefully.
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