Chapter 4

We fell into the bed, Kate beneath me. We kissed slowly and tenderly, my hand finding its way down to her panties. I rubbed her through them, finding the rhythm I knew she liked. She moaned and closed her eyes, tilting her head so I could kiss her neck. But something about it all felt wrong. It was too rote. We were just going through the motions like we always did.

I thought I could feel her holding something back.

"Kate, what's the matter?" I whispered, pulling back enough to look down at her.

"I don't know," she admitted with a small shrug. "It just doesn't… It's not right."

"Is it because I'm in panties?" I asked, fearing the answer might be yes.

"I don't — I don't think so," she faltered, the hesitation in her voice making my heart sink. "It's just, well. Wait. Actually, yeah — it kind of is!"

"Oh," I said dejectedly. "I can take them off. This was a bad idea."

"No," she said softly, her eyes narrowing. "No, I want you to keep them on."

She shoved me without warning, toppling me over. I was suddenly laying on my back, bulging in my red panties, feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, her hands on my shoulders, pushing me against the bed. She'd never done anything like this before. The sudden physicality of it made my cock twitch in my panties, pressing against her.

"Oh," she purred at the feeling. "You like it when I'm on top?"

She didn't give me a chance to answer. She pushed my head against the bed, hand on my cheek. I could feel her nails sinking into my scalp. Instinctively, I tried to lift my head, but she held me tight, fingers tightening. I couldn't move — she was in control now.

"Yes," I moaned, a knot deep inside of me beginning to loosen. "Yes, I like that."

"You like it when I push you around like this?"

"Yes," I admitted, feeling the knot come slightly more undone.

"I'm in charge now, Rose. Is that what you want?"

"Yes!"

I twitched in my panties again, feeling the truth of it. Was this what had been missing all these years? I reached down and slid my hand between us. Her panties were soaked, the wet spot quickly growing. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen her this turned on.

"Good," she growled, swatting my hand out of the way. "Because this is how it's going to be now. Fuck, I had no idea how hot this was going to be."

She shifted her body and yanked the waistband of my panties down, my manhood springing up. She slid it beneath her, between her legs, and began grinding herself against it. The sweet, slippery satin of her panties combined with the aggressive pressure of her motions sent illicit thrills through me.

"You like me in my lingerie?" I asked, leaning up and giving her a kiss.

"Yes, you look nice and slutty in it," she answered, leaning forwards and kissing me, pushing me back against the bed. "All ready to be fucked. That's what you want, right? To be my pretty little slut and get fucked? Say it!"

"I want to be your pretty little slut," I moaned as she ground against me. "I need you to fuck me like one."

"Is that why you put on red panties, slut? Because of how hot it makes you look?"

"Am I hot in this?" I asked in surprise, a moment of anxiety seep in.

"Fuck yes you are."

"You like me in a bra and panties?'

"Yeah, I really do," she admitted before her voice hardened again. "You're my horny slut in that, aren't you?"

There was a fire burning in her now that I didn't recognize. I'd never seen her like this before. Her nails were sinking deep into my shoulders, her movements wild and aggressive. The knot unfurled even more.

I opened my mouth to answer, but she cut me off. "No, shut up — it wasn't a fucking question. It's a statement."

"I'm your horny slut in my red panties and bra," I moaned, trying to kiss her but held too tightly in place.

"That's right, you are," she said, leaning down and biting my earlobe hard enough to make me yelp. "And I'm going to fuck you like one."

She slid off my shaft, climbing over me until she was straddling my face. I managed to nose her thong panties out of the way, exposing her. I dove in with my tongue, immediately drawing loud moans of pleasure from her. She rocked her hips forwards and down, sliding herself across my tongue.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Fuck, Rose, your mouth feels so good on me. My boyfriend could never eat me out like this."

My stomach clenched. Was it worry? Doubt?

Arousal?

I let the comment go without thinking about it. I wasn't Reed right now — I was Rose. And Rose had to make her cum.

"Just like that," she breathed as I flicked my tongue across her clit. "Fuck, that's good. You're so fucking hot in that lingerie, Rose. My pretty little slut, eating me out just the way she's supposed to. Do you want me to suck your cock, Rose?"

I nodded underneath her, looking up and meeting her gaze. Her expression was a curious mix of arousal and predatory hunger. Just seeing it sent a thrill down my back.

She grinned and changed her position, turning around so she could bend over and slip my cock into her mouth. I exhaled a long moan of pleasure as she did, running my tongue up and down her. She bounced her head up and down on my cock, swirling her tongue around the tip and sucking me hard.

"Fuck, Kate, your mouth is amazing."

"You did such a nice job looking all pretty for me, slut," she purred around my cock. "For a first try, anyway."

"Does that mean there's going to be more?"

"Oh, yes, " she said, emphasizing the last word. "This is the best sex we've ever had. This is the only way we fuck now."

"Oh god," I moaned. "Only in panties?"

"Panties and more, Rose," she answered, stroking me quickly.

"Fuck, Kate," I managed. "Yes, I want that."

"I know, slut. Good thing that's what you're going to get."

"I'm close, babe. I'm gunna cum."

Suddenly she released me, sitting up and climbing off of me. I gasped in frustration, my cock twitching angrily in the cool air. She knelt on the bed next to me, running her fingers over my chest and around my nipples, eliciting frustrated moans. She was grinning broadly, but with a nervous edge that excited me.

"I have an idea," she said, flicking her eyes up to mine.

"I just want to cum," I groaned.

"You're going to," she giggled. "But I'm going to tell you how. And because Rose is such a little slut, she's going to do whatever I ask. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," I gasped as she gave my frustrated cock a long, singular stroke. "Yes, whatever you want, Kate."

"Lay on the floor. Here, let me help you."

I slipped off the bed and lay on the floor next to the bed, Kate explaining and arranging my body into the position she wanted. When she was done, I was upside-down. My feet were resting on the mattress and my shoulders and head were flat against the floor, my back curving upwards against the side of the bed.

And now my cock pointed straight at my face.

"Cum for me, Rose," Kate commanded from the bed above me, her fingers furiously playing between her legs. "Stroke yourself and cum!"

"You want me to cum onto…" I began in surprise.

"Your face, you dirty slut!" she finished, dropping her head backwards while she played with herself. "Do it or I'm never going to put you in panties again!"

I obliged hesitantly, stroking myself slowly. But I was so close to cumming, I couldn't help myself — and I wasn't about to give myself blue balls. My pace quickened as Kate's did, her loud moans turning me on more and more. I could feel pleasured pressure building inside of me, knew I was almost there.

"Kate," I moaned. "I'm going to cum."

"Fuck, me too, baby," she groaned in reply. "Cum all over your pretty face for me like a good slut. Like you're supposed to."

"Cum on my face?"

"Do it, Rose! Cum, you slut! Think about how pretty your panties are and fucking cum! "

The last word was lost in the rising scream of her orgasm. I could feel the bed shake as she twitched and shuddered, her cries choking out into a silent scream.

And even as a voice in the back of my head screamed at me to not do this, I felt the last parts of the knot untie. Relief washed over my body, a release of tension I didn't even know I was carrying. Pleasure crashed through me as I exploded, jet after sticky jet blasting onto my face.

Just like the slut I was.

"Yes, baby," Kate moaned above me, her hand still frantic in her panties. "You dirty fucking slut. You love getting a facial, don't you?"

"Yes," I moaned, knowing it was true. "Yes!"

"You love putting on pretty lingerie and being my slut."

It wasn't a question anymore.

When I finally finished, I sat up, my cum running down my cheek. Kate peered over the edge of the bed to look at me.

"Fuck, you look hot like that."

"You like me like this?"

"Oh yeah," she said, grinning broadly. "This is the best sex I've ever had."

I leaned in for a kiss, which she returned. "Me too. Thank you, Kate."

"Of course, honey. I had no idea I wanted this."

"Thanks for trying it with me," I said with a sheepish grin.

"I can't wait for what we're going to do next."