Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies (by Kj) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Punishment

Chapter 47: Punishment

Chayton/Psycho’s POV

“Uh, can you just go get one of the ol‘ ladies?” Blythe muttered as she tried to look everywhere, but at me.

My eyebrows shot up. We’ve been shopping at the mall for fucking hours, and she’s spent the whole time pretending none of us are here. It was kind of cute to watch, but man, it’s fucking boring tagging along on their shopping spree. However, I was still a bit shocked that she finally spoke. And all to avoid having me

touch her.

“Done with the silent treatment now?” I asked, smirking at her.

Bly’s electric eyes snapped to mine. She took in a breath, like she was about to say something, but then pressed her lips into a thin line. Guess she’s not done with the silent treatment.

The little short cake tried to walk past me, but I stepped in her way. She huffed and tried again, but I wouldn’t let her through. Bly stomped her foot and glared up at me. I smiled at her, enjoying tormenting her.

“They went to get more clothes for you to try on,” I told her. “You’d end up running around the whole damn

store.”

“Better than being touched by you,” she spat, crossing her arms.

I chuckled as I looked down her body.

Fu.ck, this dress is hot. It’s my favorite fu.cking color. A color that’s always looked amazing on her, with that

inky black hair and those electric blue eyes… It’s short though. Too short for her. The straps going over her

shoulders are thin, and the neckline is deep. Deep enough that, with her arms crossed, pushing her boobs up,

I got an eye–full.

“You afraid your better personality might come qut to play?” I teased her, licking my lips as I dragged my eyes

across her body again.

Goddamn, those legs look so creamy and delicious.

“You gonna pressure me into doing something with you like I did with CG this morning?” She snarked back.

That had my smile dropping. Is she fu.cking talking about back when we were teenagers?

“Pressure?” I repeated with a laugh. “Didn’t fu.cking take much pressuring back then. Not like you ever told me

no or to stop.”

“Oh, how I wish I would have been smarter in my teen years,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at me.

I let out another laugh as I stared at her. She’s making it sound like I took advantage of her or something.

That’s not at all how I remember it. I mean, sure, I saw that she wasn’t in her bed. Sure, I waited in her room for her to come out of her bathroom. Sure, I was the one that got too close, grabbed her, sat her on her desk. Sure, it was me that teased her and pulled her closer until she gave me what I wanted.

But I didn’t force her. If Bly had said no, told me to stop, or even seemed uncomfortable in the slightest, I would have ended it all. It was the way that she was reacting to me that made me keep going. The way she blushed, the way her nipples poked through her shirt, the way her breath hitched, the way she couldn’t stop

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staring at my lips.

If anything, Bly and her stupid electric eyes pulled me in. I was a teenage boy. I never denied how hot Blythe is. I just didn’t want to be part of her fucking harem.

How dare she say that shit to me now.

“Pretty sure I left your room with a wet spot so big on my junk that I looked like I pi.ssed myself,” I stated, some anger slipping into my tone.

“You came too,” she muttered, her face tinging pink. “It wasn’t just me.”

“Oh,” I replied, as I leaned down to get in her face. “It was mostly you, babe, and I think you know that. You

came more than once that night, didn’t you Short Cake?”

Bly glared at me.

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“Just move so I can go get someone to help me with this zipper.” She said as she tried to shove her way

around me.

I grabbed Blythe’s arm and pushed her back. She stumbled back into the fitting room stall and glared at me like she couldn’t believe I pushed her. Those electric eyes are full of defiance, and it’s making me excited as

hell.

“I’m gonna help you,” I told her, shrugging and then walking into the stall with her.

The door shut behind me and Bly’s eyes widened. It made my smile grow. Just knowing I make her all

nervous is so thrilling. I used to love making Bly squirm. Of course, we were friends back then, so it was a bit

hard to make her feel just uncomfortable enough to excite me.

This though… I’m going to have fun with this.

“W–w–what are you doing?” She hissed at me. “Y–you can’t be in here!”

“Turn around,” I ordered, ignoring her.

“No!” She spat.

I grunted at her before grabbing her arm and spinning her around. Bly immediately tried to turn back around, but I shoved her into the full–length mirror in front of her. Her hands hit it before she did, and she turned her

head to glare at me.

“Hold still,” I ordered, looking into her eyes before dragging them down to her dress.

For fu.ck’s sake. My favorite color has never looked so good. This dress is so silky and soft. This fitting room

is fu.cking tiny though. Less than a foot between us. And she’s in this skimpy little thing? What was I thinking trapping myself in here?

“Just unzip me and get out!” Bly hissed.

I looked up at her and put my hands on her hips. She stiffened. I moved my hands up her sides slowly,

making her squirm more.

“W–what are you doing?” She whisper–yelled at me.

“The zipper’s on one of the sides, right?” I replied. “I’m looking for it.”

I found the zipper on the right side of the dress. I slowly pulled it down until it wouldn’t go anymore. Then, like

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the dumbass that I am, I slipped my hand inside, over her bare stomach.

“Psycho!” Bly gasped as she grabbed my forearm.

“Shhh,” I cooed in her ear. “Someone might hear you.”

“W–what… are you doing?” She asked as my other hand started to bunch up her dress, pulling it almost over

her a.ss.

“I want you to admit that I made you cu.m more than once that night,” I whispered in her ear.

“W–w–what?” She stuttered.

“And I want you to admit that you liked it,” I added when I got her dress over her a.ss. Her bare a.ss. “You’re wearing a thong?” I asked, slightly surprised.

“It was what I was given this morning!” She bit out.

I chuckled and nipped at her earlobe.

“Okay, okay, sorry, it’s just a bit se.xier than what I pictured you in,” I told her. “Now tell me what I want to

hear.”

“No,” she replied breathlessly.

“Tell me,” I demanded, rubbing my hand down one of her perfect globes.

“I–I only came once,” she lied.

This little girl…

“You remember what I told you I’d do if you lied to me?” I asked her. “Since you remember that night… you should remember my warning, right?”

That made her start wiggling more, but I pressed her upper half into the mirror, not letting her wiggle away.

“P–Psycho,” she stuttered.

“You lied, Shorty, remember that,” I mumbled.

Then I pulled my hand back, and smacked her a.ss hard. Blythe gasped loudly. I rubbed the spot that I smacked for half a second before spanking her again. Then I repated. I spanked, I rubbed, and Bly did her best to hide her noises. I couldn’t give a fu.ck less who heard us. I was having way too much fun to care about that. Or anything right now.

I pulled my body away from Blythe just enough to see her a.ss with my own eyes. She had melted down the wall, perking her plump a.ss more. She was panting, and so was I. And her a.ss… fu.ck me, her a.ss is so red, and I can make out my fu.cking hand–print.

And fu.ck, looking at her through the mirror, bent over like this in front of me, panting… it’s so fucking hot.

I smacked her a.ss again and this time Bly groaned and pushed her sweet a.ss into me.

“Tell me how many times I made you cu.m that night,” I demanded. “Or I’ll drag you to the middle of the mall and spank your sweet a.ss in front of everyone.”

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