Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 151

Evander’s P.O.V.

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If this keeps going on, I’m going to die. Literally. I’ll explode. From blue-balls. Which I never actually thought was a thing until recently. Maybe because I always fu.cking got my nut before? This is the first time in my life ever being deprived of se.x.

I cu.m. Sometimes. Only if I can manage to in those moments CG schedules for us. CG flat-out told me that I better not ever masturbate. If I really want to make amends, if I want things to go further with Blythe, then I’ll listen to every word he says. He also said I deserve a little bit of pain. The lack of m**********g is probably why I burst in those rare moments. Never in my life have I ever nutted in my fu.cking pants and without being touched at all.

Fu.cking.I feel like I might just explode. I don’t even need Bly to touch me; all I crave is for her to watch me as I touch myself. I want her to gaze into my eyes and see the wild, primal desire she ignites within me. I want her to understand that one day—perhaps a long time from now—I will have her completely. And when that day comes, I’ll make up for all the lost time, ravishing her in every way I should have before.

So much time wasted. All because of my own mistakes.

No, I can’t dwell on that. I need to focus on the positive. What’s done is done. I can’t change the past, so I must keep pushing forward.

Bly’s little therapy sessions—yes, that’s what she calls them—are surprisingly effective. She may not be a licensed therapist, but damn, my girl is brilliant. Her wisdom astounds me, especially considering the hardships she’s faced over the past decade. It’s genuinely inspiring how someone who has endured so much can offer me such insightful advice and help me navigate through my struggles. Bly doesn’t recognize her own strength, but I see it clearly. She’s the strongest person I know, the purest soul, the rarest gem… the best.

Even her mischievous side is utterly perfect. And good God, is she mischievous. A little tease, she’s practically radiating desire around the clock. It’s as if she was crafted specifically for the five of us. The way she looks at me now…

I know I don’t deserve it, but damn, I love it. She gazes at me like I’m a delectable piece of meat she wants to devour or like I’m an ice cream cone she can’t resist licking. There’s an innocence in her sultriness that drives me wild. I’m aching to feel her, in every conceivable way.

“Will you stop staring off into space with that damn look in your eyes?” Karma snapped, jolting me out of my reverie.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, trying to shake off the haze.

“Musta been one hell of a daydream,” Ps.ycho teased, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve got a serious boner going on.”

I instinctively covered myself, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, avoiding their eyes.

“Thinking about those little ‘sessions’ you two have with CG?” Ps.ycho pressed, punctuating the word ‘sessions’ with air quotes.

“What even goes down during those?” Dragon asked, a hint of annoyance lacing his tone.

“He mostly… well, he has sex with her in front of me,” I admitted, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

“Mostly?” Ps.ycho raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

“CG’s… different during those moments,” I said, struggling to find the right words. “It’s hard to explain without it sounding bizarre.”

“Everything the five of us do with her sounds bizarre,” Dragon pointed out dryly.

He had a point, and I couldn’t argue with that.

“He’s just… bossy,” I finally said. “Like a Dominant.”

“What the hell?” Ps.ycho blurted, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “I’m supposed to be the Dom in this group.”

Karma shot him a look, while Dragon chuckled softly.

“Please,” Dragon said, shaking his head. “Karma’s the most Dom-like out of all of us.”

“What?” Ps.ycho exclaimed, turning to glare at Dragon. “Over me?”

“Just because you spank her doesn’t mean a damn thing,” Karma replied, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Let’s be real; we’re all pretty simpy for that blue-eyed beauty,” Dragon added, licking his lips as he spoke.

“Yeah, but—”

“But it sounds like CG takes the crown,” Karma interrupted, looking back at me. “Does he give her a safe word and everything?” he asked, half-joking.

“Uh…” I hesitated, causing Karma’s expression to shift into a frown. “I mean, he’s not, like, forcing her or anything!” I rushed to clarify. “He just… he has rules. His rules are the law. No toys or anything like that. He’s not cruel. He just… I think he struggles with having so much control? He talks to us, makes us look at each other. Last night, he tied me to a damn chair and made Bly squirt on me from a foot away. It was insane. Incredible. He’s just… insatiable. He doesn’t take no for an answer. The one time we tried to speak without his permission, he bent Bly over my lap and spanked her until she came all over my leg. And then he just kept going.”

“That sounds fun,” Ps.ycho grinned, clearly entertained.

“Yeah, and when I tried to defend her, he threatened to make me take a dildo up the ass before I’d ever get to touch Bly again,” I added, shaking my head at the memory.

Ps.ycho let out a low whistle. Karma simply shook his head in disbelief. Dragon looked at me with wide eyes, then suddenly relaxed and shrugged.

“I’d probably do it if that’s what it took to touch her again,” he admitted. “Totally worth it.”

I rolled my eyes at him, because of course he would say that.

“I think Bly enjoys it,” I confessed to them. “A lot.”

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