Tear Away Pants Red Novels & Stories

“I'm getting snacks for Red and me.” He stepped closer, making a sound that made me think he was planning something. I finally took in his appearance, which was, on my part, a poor decision on my part. It's so hard to be upset at him when he looks this good. He had on red and black patterned pants that he couldn't be bothered to hold on to his body. It hung low enough for me to see the happy trail leading to his amazing cock. My eyes dragged up as I fought the mental images of his bare cock trying to blind me.

“Please, fuck me…” He laughs and simply spits on my cunt! I look down to see the thick, white, bubbly saliva slide down my cunt, along my smaller lips that push out, until it threatens to fall off from the thick weight hanging down. It starts with a drop, then another… “Sucha bitch, huh?” He grabs the open ends of the pantyhose and tears them on my body. He grabs a handful, jacks me to himself, and continues to tear it off till he can access me however he pleases

“Now, let us get you dressed.” She handed me the jumper first. It was soft, thick, bright red, and decorated in white patterns of trees and tiny snow creatures. Then came the pants. Stretchy. Soft. Not leather. Not royal. Not anything I had ever worn. I held them up by the corners. “What manner of clothing is this? Why do the legs look like they are trying to escape each other?” “They are called pants,” Elara said gently. “Humans wear them.” “I only wear pants for training,” I muttered. “And those are leather. And do not stretch in threatening ways.”

“Tired of taking orders from you. Red is what you prefer. Red is you telling me where to sit, what to eat, when to breathe. Blue is mine.” Something breaks in his face. Not soft. Not gentle. Like a fault line cracking. “You think this is a game?” His hand shoots out and grabs my arm. His fingers are hot through the silk. “I think you’re looking at me,” I say. My heart’s hammering but I don’t step back. “Finally.” He tears it. The sound is obscene in the quiet room. Fabric ripping. Thread snapping. He grabs the strap at my shoulder and tears down. Blue silk splits to my waist, hanging off me in ruins. Cool air hits my skin. I don’t cover myself. I won’t give him that.

I ask. Scarlett starts laughing and says, "I am sorry. I forgot how long you have been away from the fashion world. Those are yoga pants and they are the most comfortable things in the women's world. They come in every color and design. Some have pockets, some only come down a little below your knee and some flare at the bottom. I am sure we can find you plenty of pairs." Yoga pants, that sounds like a funny name but having that many options sounds awesome. I might just have to have only yoga pants. Maybe some shorts too. It is already rather warm and it is only supposed to get warmer. This could be fun. I am looking forward to tomorrow now.

Unzipping the bag, she pulled out the contents—a scrappy pair of red lace panties, a bra the same color, a pair of pale blue running pants, a sweatshirt, and socks and sneakers,trimmed with hearts. “Who picked out the red scraps of lace?” “Tanner.” She laughed at the thought of Caleb's cousin,always playing the bad boy role. “Figures. He always did have a thing for red.” “If you don’t like the color, you don’t have to put them on.” “Go without?” He glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes smoldering. She clicked the bra closed in front and frowned. “It’s a pushup bra.” “Didn’t need anything pushed up,” he said, his voice ragged. “But it suits you.”

I watched in both shame and fury, but God knows the only reason I was ashamed was because of the wetness he'd caught on me. Asshole. He tossed the pant aside. "I hope you don't have any special connection to this dress. It's about to get ruined." Before I could say Jack, he'd begun ripping the dress from the arm downward. I cursed and writhed, but he didn't stop. I wasn't surprised he had to tear it apart. There was no way he could've taken it off when my hands were cuffed.

His eyes lock onto mine and my breath hitches in my throat. He begins to take off his shirt, slowly. Oh, he wants to play? So, I return the favor. I take mine off slowly. His eyes flicker red for a moment. I press my lips together to avoid laughing. He takes off his pants and it takes everything in my not to stare down at his boxers. I go to slip my pants down, but I remove my panties as well. I wasn’t usually this bold, but Auburon brings it out of me and it’s not like he hasn’t seen my sex before.

But was this right in his office? He pushed my skirt up until it revealed my red pants. "Red pant!" he mumbled while my heart only kept thumping. He placed his hand on the pants and wanted to pull it down, but I wasn't raising my butt. "You prepared a bitter coffee for me. Don't you want to make up for ruining my taste?" he asked. I raised my butt up for him to remove the pants and he did. He sniffed in the pants and smiled, "What a nice smell."

He tore off his pants in one swift move, forcing Ashley to look away. Seconds later, Ashley heard the girl's scream and didn’t need to be told what was happening.