<i>Blythe’s </i><i>P.O.V. </i>


    * Points 2


    “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 a.ss is throbbing, my pussy is throbbing, and I am full of fu.cking 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 fu.cking 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 se.xual


    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 a.ss.


    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


    vited, 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?


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    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 a.ss 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 sh.itty that you think I would just because I’m a biker.”


    I gaped at him, <i>too </i>stunned to speak. <fnd668> This text is hosted at FιndＮovel</fnd668>


    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 <i>so</i>… 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 youe out,” he said gently. “I won’t tell anyone about what happened.”


    It felt like he ripped my heart from my chest. Just like all those years ago. Used me and then acted like it


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    never happened, like doing things like this to me means nothing. Like I mean nothing..


    A stuttered sob tore from me just as Psycho opened the door. He paused and his back straightened. I


    spun around and started going through the clothes, pretending to look busy.


    It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I got this. It’s alright. I’m going to be alright. All alone, but… alright.


    Everything is going to be-


    Ponds


    Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed my arm and spun me around. I didn’t get a chance to look at Psycho’s face before he held me to his chest, tucking my face into his shirt. One hand held the back of my head and


    the other was firmly on my back. My hands flew up and were now resting on his chest.


    I stood there for a moment. I was shocked and scared and trembling. Then his scent hit me. That familiar


    scent. The scent of motor oil and those incense Granny Waya used to light. And then I melted into him. I gripped his shirt, holding on like my life depended on it. I inhaled deeply as tears slowly drifted down my


    cheeks. I clung to Psycho, sobbing like an idiot.


    “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice so soft that I almost didn’t believe it was actually him. “I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I thought you were into it, but I should have known better. CG just told me about your… disorder.”


    Ugh! Disorder! I hate the way that sounds.


    But I was too sad and confused to be angry. Sad for so many obvious reasons, but… I was confused about Psycho’s apology. Did he think I was upset because he spanked me until I came?


    Slowly, I pulled away enough to look at his face, into those deep, almost ck eyes.


    “Y–you think… that I’m crying because you made me cu.m?” I asked, my voice almost incredulous.


    “Aren’t you?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and wiping my tears. “Aren’t you upset a dirty


    biker spanked your a.ss until you came?”


    I frowned at him.


    “I’m upset that I like it, <i>you </i>di.ckface!” I hissed at him. “Because I shouldn’t be letting any of you touch me, but I keep doing it. I keep falling into every trap, and wind up begging for more. And what does that say about me as a person? How broken must I be to let this all keep cycling and fu.cking like it?” Now I was ranting and tears were spilling out of me again, but I wasn’t sobbing and shaky at least. “And I don’t know why the hell <i>you </i>keep calling yourself a biker like it’s an insult. You being part of a club has nothing to do with anything.”


    Psycho stared at me with hard eyes. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure he would, but I


    was too afraid <i>to </i>move <i>or </i>look away either.


    “I knew <i>you </i>liked it,” he finally said, smiling and returning to his normal chaotic charm. “You’re the one that called us dirty bikers before though.”


    “What? When did I ever say that?” I asked.


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    Psycho gave me a strange look before cupping the side of my face and tilting my head back.


    “You don’t think that we’re trash?” he asked lowly.


    Ive never thought that about the club,” I replied honestly.


    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‘


    And then I was alone. Again.


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