Cruel Intentions: The Serial
Chapter 46: Every Man's Weakness
"I need him like the axe needs the turkey" - Jean Harrington, The Lady Eve
It was true. Her step brother really did have a fabulous ass. Not that she hadn't noticed it before. After all Valmont's ass was one of the favorite topics among the female students at Manchester. Full, chiseled, and delicious as could be. It occurred to her his bullshit charm and cunning intellect was really being put to waste. He could save himself the hassle and just drop his pants. One look at that behind and it would cause any girl to cream her panties. It was certainly doing the trick for her right now.
Leaning against the bathroom doorway, Kathryn admired her step brother as he got ready for his 'study date' with Natalia. Sebastian was naked, standing against the marble sink as he applied shaving cream to his handsome face. He was well aware she was behind him and had been observing him since he exited the shower but hadn't acknowledged her.
Finally his eyes met hers in the mirror. In a lazy drawl he inquired, "Enjoying the view, sis?"
Sebastian had heard her come in his room while he was in the shower. He watched through the glass door as she rummaged around the room muttering to herself. Knowing Kathryn she was likely looking for his stashed blackmail photo. Fat chance princess. It was hidden away where her greedy little fingers couldn't get to it. He refused to notice her as she entered the bathroom and began quietly leering at him. He was getting hard just knowing her eyes were on him.
Flicking her tongue across her bottom lip she grinned back mischievously at him. If her dear Sebastian only knew the naughty thoughts that were running across her mind as she watched him. It may very well make even him blush.
Kathryn moved towards him with a slow sensual strut. The heels of her Louboutin's hitting the marble floor echoed around the spacious bathroom. She reached out and groped his ass, happily making up for all the times she allowed him to molest her. "It really is your best feature you know."
He studied her reflection a moment. "You know I can never tell. Is it your nose candy or just the prospect of another evil plan being put into motion that turns you into such a wanton slut?"
She responded with a swift slap on his ass. "Ouch. Save it for Dominic."
"I plan to." Kathryn pressed herself behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder. Watching as he began shaving she prompted, "So tell me what are the plan's for the virgin princess tonight? Blackmail? Substantial amounts of alcohol? Or will you just roofie her pretentious ass?"
Sebastian sneered at the implication. "None of the above. There's no pleasure in it if I have to force her or if she's not of sound mind and body. No, the only way I'll be completely satisfied is when I have her begging for it. When she knows it's wrong, and she's completely disgusted by herself but still can't resist, then I will have my revenge." Almost as an afterthought he added, "and I've never roofied anyone in my life."
Kathryn snickered. "The school nurse might say otherwise."
"That nasty bitch enjoyed it. So, dare I ask what you have planned for Dominic?"
Circling around him she took a seat on the counter and leaned back, displaying just how skimpy her black Zac Posen halter dress really was. "Well, even though I detest the very idea, I've decided to play the damsel in distress card."
"Oh, and here I thought you were only interested in showing him the real Kathryn."
"That was just when I was trying to get laid." Taking the razor from his hand she began shaving the right side of his face. "But this is war and if we're going to break them up I need all my weapons at hand. After all, before all else, be armed."
Sebastian smiled at the Machiavelli quote. Sometimes he almost forgot she had an intellect that matched his. "Hmm, I see your point. So what kind of distress do you plan on putting yourself in? Don't tell me you're going to find some poor schlub and cry rape? A little tacky even for you." Eyeing her dress that barely covered her cunt he added, "then again it would explain the dress."
Scowling, she purposely nicked his chin. "Be nice or I'll give you a matching one of the other cheek."
"Fuck! Give me that," he yanked the blade from her hand as he dried his face with his other hand. "You know, Dominic might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but even he might see through that."
"Oh I imagine you're right but it doesn't matter. That's the beauty of it. Dominic will know full well that I'm manipulating him but he'll still do the right thing." Kathryn's face broke out in a wicked grin. "He won't be able to stop himself. It's in every man's DNA. The need to play white knight, they get off on it. Even you."
"I don't think so," Sebastian sneered as he resumed his primping.
Kathryn thought about reminding him of that time during sophomore year when one of the drunken football players tried to force himself on her and Sebastian responded by nearly running him over with his jag. Not to mention the incident with Madison and Simon and how he came to her rescue. She kept quite though, knowing this was a subject better left untouched.
"Besides, I have no intentions of crying rape. It would seriously hinder my plans for later in the evening. I have something much more devious in store"
Sebastian eyed her appreciably. He ran his index finger down her cleavage. "You know it's really a shame lucky charms doesn't appreciate all your bad qualities." He licked his lips. "I know I do."
"My qualities are a little higher on my face Valmont," she replied deadpanned.
Pulling his hand away he ran it through his curly locks and sighed. "You just better hope you pull it off or all my efforts with be for naught."
Kathryn rolled her eyes. "Oh I wouldn't worry about me brother dear. If I were you I'd be more concerned about getting into Nattie's panties. She's not just going to roll over for you like all the other nit wit debutantes. Especially after you…how shall I put it? Under performed."
Valmont's expression darkened and a part of him thought about telling her to go to hell and just forget the whole thing. Then, a much more interesting proposition occurred to him. Moving towards her, his half hard dick swinging elegantly between his legs, his eyes locked on her as an idea formed. He rested his hands on her knees. "Hmm…how about a little wager?"
Kathryn sat up, her green orbs twinkling in wicked delight. He knew that would get her attention. "What are you proposing?"
"Whomever crosses the finish line first, so to speak, gives the other one head." It was a tad vulgar but then again Valmont lived for vulgar.
Kathryn's lips twitched as she thought it over. "I don't know. After all everything hinders on you getting there first."
"Yes but since you have so little faith in my seduction skills, it's time for you to put your money where your mouth is." Sebastian chuckled at the bad pun. "As they say."
Her hand traced it's way down his bare stomach and stopped at his pubes. She licked her lips at the sight of his hardening dick. Hmm, she hated to indulge him but…it could be yummy. Her eyes heavy with lust she smiled coyly at him. "You have yourself a bet brother dear. Now how shall we shake on it?"
"Oh I have something for you to shake," he grinned.
Kathryn rolled her eyes. "That's a little crude. Even for you."
Sebastian wasn't about to argue with her. He placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, nudging them open. Leaning closer he inhaled her soft perfume. "You know," he whispered in her ear, "it might almost be worth it to toss the game. I'm dying to taste you again."
"And I'm so very tasty," she cooed. Kathryn could feel his cock grazing her thigh. Just the tiniest bit of pre-cum was at the tip. She could just finish him off now, slip down to her knees and take his beautiful dick in her mouth. It would certainly take the edge off.
The sound of the parlor room clock signaling eight o'clock put an end to that idea. She jumped off the counter and straightened her dress, suddenly all business again. "I have to go. Your date should be arriving soon."
Sebastian rolled his head back in annoyance. "Don't remind me."
Kathryn chuckled darkly, "Have fun Valmont. Oh, and I would do something about that before she arrives." She gestured to his now full scale hard-on. "Then again, perhaps you should let it be. We wouldn't want a repeat performance of last time would we?"
He smiled tightly as he strut forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He yanked her close. "When I'm done fucking Natalia's brain's out, I'm going straight over to your room and depositing my load all over your pretty little face." He could tell he was hurting her but wasn't really fazed. "Just wait until I win our much more interesting wager. You have no idea what I have in store for you. You'll make an excellent cum rag darling."
Her eyes burned with anger and she struggled to get out of his grip, to no avail. "I wouldn't make any long term plans just yet asshole."
"You're right," he nodded in thought, "Spontaneity is always the way to go."
With that he dragged her to the door and tossed her backwards. Kathryn tumbled onto her ass, letting out a surprised shriek. He took in her mussed hair and distressed state and smiled. It warmed his cold, black heart. "You better hurry along. Wouldn't want Dominic rescuing any other distressed damsels."
He slammed the bathroom door effectively cutting her off. She was shrieking something inaudible and it was quickly followed by breaking glass and his bedroom door slamming. Sebastian grinned and grabbed his cock. As he got himself off he wondered what it said about him that he never came as hard as when he was dominating his sister. Probably best not to think about it.
Kathryn, meanwhile, was in no mood to play a whimpering victim. What she wanted to do was rip her smug step-brother's balls off and throw them down the garbage disposal. How dare he treat her like that! Cum rag? He was going to pay dearly for that.
But not now.
After redoing her hair and makeup she ran out and hoped in the town car. Just as Tony was pulling away from the curb she saw a cab pull up and the punk princess stepping out, books in hand. For a brief moment she was tempted to get out, warn her what Sebastian was doing and put an end to his plans for the evening. But really, all that would be doing was hurting her. She was much more interesting in landing Dominic at the moment than teaching her repugnant step-brother a lesson.
Twenty minutes later she had the driver pull up across the street from a shit hole bar in the village. Kathryn had called Dominic earlier to find out what his plans were for the evening. She knew he didn't want to talk to her. She made him nervous and she enjoyed that. After Dominic revealed he was going to a pub with some friends she insisted on talking to him, in person.
There's something I need to tell you. It's about Natalia…I can't do it over the phone. Please, I need to talk to you.
It was the please that did it. The Irishman might have been a bad ass but he was a sucker for a girl in need. She looked through the bar, named appropriately enough Hole, and spotted him through the dirty glass littered with neon beer advertisements. He was leaning against the bar laughing with a couple other guys. Taking one last look at her reflection Kathryn made her way across the street. She stood on the sidewalk waiting for her moment.
"Hey gorgeous, how's your night going?"
A tall, bury guy in his mid twenties with spiky hair and a sleeveless shirt approached. He smiled lecherously as his eyes gave her a thorough once over. Kathryn barely gave him a second glance and simply huffed, "Fuck off."
"Ooh, aren't you a feisty one." He grabbed her arm unexpectedly and pulled her close. "I love breaking bitches like you in."
God what was it with guys today? A tremor of fear crept forward when she realized the street was dark and there wasn't really anyone around. The unwashed dirt bag in front of her could do whatever he wished to her and no one would be the wiser.
Then she remembered what she was here to do and she nearly laughed. Christ it was almost too easy. Originally she just planned to fake an attack but perhaps something more authentic was the way to go. Kathryn watched Dominic barely fifteen feet away and wondered if he would hear her scream. She was about to find out.
Turning to her attacker she addressed him in her best debutante purr. "I'm flattered really but what would your boyfriend say." The man's face grew dark and he loosed his grip enough for her to pull away. With a malicious smile she taunted, "Oh come on baby. Only a glorified fag would wear an earring like that. God all you bottom boys are the same. Just dying to find someone to dominate."
She would be lying if she said the hit was completely unexpected. Kathryn counted on there being some sort of violent reaction so when he backhanded her hard enough to send her crashing to the pavement she didn't shriek so much as grunt at the pain. It was good but not good enough. Turning over on her back she looked up at him and laughed. "Jesus, you even hit like a pussy."
"You fucking cunt!" He grabbed her suddenly, pulling her to her feet. A half a second later his big hands were around her delicate neck and she felt herself being thrown back into something hard. Metal. It was someone's car.
As the psycho leaned over and began strangling her while screaming rambling, unintelligible obscenities in her face it occurred to her that this might not have been the best plan of action. Seeing as his hands were around her neck she really couldn't scream out and he was far too big and pissed off at this point to fight off. Plus she was starting to loose oxygen.
Just as she was starting to genuinely panic however, someone came to her rescue. In a flash the burly loser was pulled off of her and she heard a masculine voice demanding to know what the fuck he was doing. Unfortunately it wasn't Dominic so Kathryn paid little attention to the good samaritan and more to regaining her breathing.
The two men began to fight pushing each other back and forth and she was getting ready to go find her car and get the hell out of there when she heard Dominic's familiar Irish drawl call out to her. "Kathryn? Kathryn, what the hell happened?" He rushed to her side, cupping her face gingerly. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
Kathryn coughed and shook her head, trying her best to look dazed and fragile. She didn't have to try hard. "I don't know. He just attacked me. I though he was going to-"
Before she could finish her sentence Dominic was on top of the guy, pounding him into the cement. Her attacker easily had fifty pounds on him but it didn't seem to matter. Kathryn's eyes widened in amusement and she tried to suppress her smile as she watched Dominic defend her honor.
In the far distance a police sired could be heard. Whether someone had called about the commotion or it was for something else, she didn't know and didn't intend to find out. Turning she signaled to Tony the driver to come pick her up just as one of her rescuers called out, "Hey Dom, I hear the cops coming man. You better get out of here!"
Dominic pulled himself off the other man who was now rolling on the ground in pain, his face covered in blood. Kathryn allowed herself a smile as she stared down at the whimpering pussy before grabbing Dominic by the back of the jacket and dragging him into the town car. "Come on, let's go!"
They stumbled into the back seat just as Tony peeled away from the curb and the sirens drifted away in the distance. Kathryn rested her head back against the leather seat and closed her eyes. Her head was killing her and her neck was throbbing but it had been worth it. Even with her eyes closed she could feel Dominic's eyes on her. "Are you okay? Here, let me take a look at you."
He moved closer and with gently fingers examined her rapidly bruising neck. "God, what did that bastard do to you?"
It occurred to her to maybe shed a few tears, cry on his shoulder a bit but that might make him a little too suspicious. Instead she went another route. "I'm fine, it's nothing."
"It's not nothing, I can practically see his hand prints on your neck! He could have killed you Kathryn."
"But he didn't," she huffed with just the right enough of brattiness. "I fine Dominic."
He shook his head and smiled softly at her. "Just for once can you not be such a bitch and let someone take care of you?"
Pretending to be put out she rolled her eyes and sighed in defeat. "Fine."
"So what did you do to set him off?"
"What makes you think I did something? I was trying to make my way to the bar to see you when he grabbed me and tried to…well you know. When I fought him off he completely lost it."
Dominic looked away from her and shook his head. She knew she had laid down a subtle enough guilt trip that he wouldn't question her motives further. "You shouldn't have come there. If you really wanted to talk to me we could have met somewhere more…neutral."
"You didn't want to talk to me remember?"
"Well, what was so important anyway?"
Kathryn sighed, "You're not going to like it."
She placed her hand on top of his, stilling his movements. "It's about Natalia and my step-brother."
Dominic's dark eyes narrowed at her. "What about them?"
"Remember that day in the library when Sebastian mentioned something about them at junior prom? Did Natalia ever tell you what that was about?"
"No," he admitted. "But I'm sure it was-
"They slept together," she blurted out.
He stared at her stunned for a moment before pulling his hand away. He sat back further on the seat. "What are you talking about? There's no way Natalia would ever…and with Sebastian of all people! She hates him."
"I didn't say they were in love"
"She a virgin for fuck's sake Kathryn! Sebastian's obviously full of shit!"
"Usually but he doesn't generally lie about this kind of thing." Ironically this part was true. Sebastian never lied or bragged about sex if it didn't happen. Probably because he didn't have to. "Look, there's something else. He's seeing her tonight."
Dominic shook his head adamantly. "Okay, now I know you're lying. She's having dinner with her friend Rachel tonight. I even dropped her off there."
"Really?" Kathryn dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. "Why don't you give Rachel a call then?"
He eyed the phone wearily. She watched fascinated as he struggled whether to take the bait or not. Finally he grabbed it out of her hand and dialed. "Hey Rachel, it's Dominic. Is Nat there? I need to talk to her." Kathryn tried her best to disclose her pleasure as she watched the color drain from his face and he choked out, "She's not? You haven't seen her? Alright thanks, I'll talk to you later."
Wordlessly he handed the phone back to her, looking somewhat dazed. For a brief moment she felt a pang of sympathy but it quickly passed. If she allowed herself to go soft now all would be lost. But he did look rather pathetic sitting across from her like his whole world had just been shattered. She put her phone back and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I'm sorry about that Dominic."
She reached out and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I honestly didn't want to hurt you. I just thought you deserved to know the truth."
"I'm not really sure what the truth is Kathryn"
The car came to a halt as the pulled up beside the Valmont home. "Well I suppose I should get upstairs. I'm dying for a hot bath." She touched her bruised neck and winced. "Tony can take you home if you wish."
Dominic shook his head of his thoughts and looked over at her at last. "No that won't be necessary. I'm coming upstairs with you."
Piece of cake.
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