Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 48

Blythe’s P.O.V.

“This must be what CG was talking about earlier,” Psycho muttered as he finally moved away from my body and let me stand up.

My ass is throbbing, my pussy is throbbing, and I am full of fucking embarrassment. I can’t believe that just happened. In the middle of the mall. In a fitting room. And with Psycho out of all people!

Did he see my scars? No, I doubt it, right? I mean, the back of this dress pretty much covers everything,

and I’m sure my hair covered whatever the dress didn’t. He only pushed it up over my butt, not high enough to see that one special scar… Or maybe he did see it and just didn’t care. Maybe they all already know about it, about them all.

“I can’t believe you fucking came just from being spanked,” Psycho mumbled, seeming lost in his head as he stood there. “Has that ever happened before?”

“No,” I replied honestly.

b**m wasn’t exactly Sean’s thing. As I said before, he liked his women eager and desperate for him. He’s tied me up before and done things to me, but not spanked me. The times that Sean hit me weren’t sexual in any kind of way. Sean was just a spoiled nepo–baby who wanted women to fall at his feet.

“I must just be that good,” Psycho said, smirking as he looked down at my bare ass.

I pulled the dress down to hide myself and refused to look him in the eye. I’ve never been so embarrassed.

I have no idea what he saw or didn’t see. I feel so humiliated.

“You can go now,” I stated.

“You giving me orders now?” Psycho asked harshly. “I tell you what to do, Blythe, not the other way around.

We’re not done until I say we are.”

I turned around to face Psycho. I looked into his eyes, feeling on the verge of breaking. Not because I feel violated, but because I feel stupid. Because Psycho was right, he was good at it. I’ve never been spanked before. I’ve been whipped, beaten, but never spanked. I liked it a lot. More than I will ever admit.

Because admitting to myself right now at this moment is hard enough. There are so many emotions flying through me. Shame. Excitement. Guilt. Disgust. Betrayal.

How could I give in so easily to them? How can I just bend, and let them do these things to me? How can I let them keep tricking me? How can I even like any of this stuff after everything that’s happened to me?

Am I broken? Doesn’t this make me disgusting? After all Silent Divine did to me… how can I… What does all of this say about me?

I feel like a toy. Like an object only taken off the shelf when someone’s bored. Like my only use is what Silent Divine taught me.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly. “Bend back over? Get on my knees?”

Psycho gave me a confused look.

“Are you offering to return the favor?” he asked.

I let out a small scoff and stared at his chest.

“Like I’d get a choice,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes.

Why does all of this have to be so confusing? I don’t understand where I fit into all of this. I don’t want to like it. I don’t want to trust them. I just… don’t even want to be here anymore. Anywhere. I just want to disappear.

Suddenly, Psycho was cupping the side of my face. I flinched at first, and he paused for a moment. Then he wiped a tear from my cheek as I looked up into his dark eyes.

“Despite what just happened… I would never force you to do something like that, Blythe,” he said softly.

“Why would you even think that? Have you lost your mind? You know me better than that.”

I just stared at him, wondering if I really did know him at all, or if he was just letting me off the hook because we were in public.

“You really think I would force something like that on you?” he asked with narrowed eyes. “I might push you a little more aggressively than the others, Bly, but if there was ever even the slightest hint that you didn’t like or want what I was doing, I would stop immediately. I’m not into hurting chicks in that way. I might love the way your ass looks all red, Short Cake, but I only love seeing tears in your eyes when you’re all smiley and flushed and moaning. Believe it or not, I’d never do something like that to anyone, and it’s kinda shitty that you think I would just because I’m a biker.”

I gaped at him, too stunned to speak.

What the hell did all of that mean? Shouldn’t it make me more worried that he just admitted to liking me all beat up? Why did it sound so… endearing? Why do I feel so guilty now? And what the hell does he mean just because he’s a biker?

“Well, there’s the crybaby we all remember and love,” Psycho said in an almost teasing tone.

I blinked at him, realizing that I was actually crying now. I didn’t want to. I definitely didn’t want him to see it, but I couldn’t move.

“Bly?” Psycho asked, raising a brow and looking at me like I’d just grown an extra head.

“I–I… I–I’m s–s–sorry,” I stuttered, my voice shaky as my hands started to tremble. “I… It… I didn’t…”

“Just clean yourself up before you come out,” he said gently. “I won’t tell anyone about what happened.”

His eyes flickered to my lips for a brief moment.

“That’s not what we heard,” he mumbled.

Is he… leaning closer?

“W–well, whoever told you that -lied,” I stuttered.

Yep, definitely getting closer.

“What is it you think about the Inferno Demon Riders then, Shorty?” He whispered, his breath hot on my lips.

“W–w–well…” I trailed off, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I–I’ve always thought you guys were the coolest,” I admitted, feeling breathless. “S–strong and fierce a–and loyal to each other…”

“Not trashy delinquents and criminals?” he asked, his lips brushing mine.

“N–no,” I whispered. “Nothing about the club is trashy. I–I… I wanted to belong there… So badly…”

“Silly little short cake,” Psycho murmured, staring into my eyes, so close to my face. “You’ve always belonged here.”

And then Psycho pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was a lot slower and softer than I was expecting. He didn’t deepen it either, he just… moved our lips together, feeling every part of me. His tongue was teasing, just barely entering my mouth. It wasn’t a kiss that made me feel hot and heavy, it was a kiss that made me feel… cherished.

After a moment, Psycho pulled away from me. His lips were swollen, and he stared at me for a moment. I was too nervous to speak and break whatever moment we were having.

“This doesn’t mean anything changes between us,” he stated.

“Okay,” I replied, my heart plummeting. I didn’t expect things to, honestly, but it still hurt to hear him say that after kissing me that way. At least we could part on good terms I guess?

“Take your time changing,” he said as he turned around to open the door. “I’ll make sure one of the ol‘ ladies stays outside the door for you.”

And then I was alone. Again.