Possessive Riders 47_My MC Bullies

Chapter 47 Punishment

 Chapter 47: Punishment

 Chayton/Psycho’s POV

 “Uh, can you just go get one of the ol‘dies?” 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. <fn4508> Checktest chapters at fin?novel</fn4508>

 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 red 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 ck 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 mighte qut to y?” 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 augh. “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 anotherugh 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 toe 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 ufortable 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 red 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 red 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 ufortable 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 re 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.”

 I thought Bly would start freaking out again. I thought she’d start squirming again. I thought she’d even fu.cking cry.

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 Instead, she met my eyes through the mirror, and a smile I’d never seen her make before spread across her lips.

 “If I tell you… will you spank me until I cu.m?” She asked me.

 Wait, what?

 “This is a punishment, Shorty,” I told her. “And I’m never making you cum again. I don’t want you like that. I just want to teach you a lesson.”

 “Oh,” she replied sweetly before pushing her a.ss into me, rubbing herself against my very fucking hard cock. “Feels like you want me like that.” Then she giggled. “But if you just keep-”

 “You begging me to fu.ck you now?” I cut her off, a bit angry and embarrassed.

 “If I do… will you?” She replied.

 What.

 The.

 Fu.ck.

 “Just fu.cking tell me what I want to know,” I ordered angrily.

 Blythe giggled.

 “No,” she said.

 My nostrils red as I stared at her through the mirror. Is she messing with me? My eyes fell to her a.ss again. I am called Psycho for a reason, but damn, looking at her a.ss all beat to hell fu.cking thrills me. And she’s just daring me to give her more.

 Well, fine then. I’ll spank her a.ss raw and leave her needy all day.

 I grabbed a shirt that was closest to me, grabbed Blythe by the back of her hair, and shoved the shirt in her mouth. Then I pushed her against the mirror and started wailing p after p on her a.ss. I watched her a.ss jiggle and get even redder. I watched Bly’s eyes tear up and her face flush.

 “Fu.ck, you love this, don’t you, you little sl.ut?” I grunted.

 I spanked Blythe again, harder this time, and her entire body shook. So violently, in fact, that it had me stopping. Her moans were muffled and her legs trembled. I grabbed her hips right before her legs gave out. I had no idea what the fu.ck just happened, but I had a pretty good idea.

 “Did you just cu.m?” I asked her. I was in disbelief. Did that really just happen?

 Bly nodded, and her bodyid limp in my arms. I pulled the shirt from her mouth and, much to my surprise, she smiled at me.

 “Four,” she told me.

 “What?” I asked, feeling dazed and confused.

 “That night,” she replied breathlessly. “You made me cu.m four times.”

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