Possessive Riders 152

In “Possessive Riders 152,” Evander grapples with intense frustration stemming from his sexual deprivation, a situation he has never encountered before. His longing for Blythe, coupled with CG’s strict rules against self-pleasure, drives him to the brink of madness. Despite managing to find brief moments of release, he feels humiliated by the circumstances and is consumed by a primal desire for Blythe. He reflects on the time lost due to his past mistakes and yearns for a future where he can fully express his love and desire for her.

Evander finds solace in Blythe’s unconventional therapy sessions, which provide him with unexpected wisdom and support. He admires her strength and resilience, recognizing her as a guiding light in his tumultuous life. Their connection deepens as he becomes increasingly aware of her playful and mischievous nature, igniting a longing within him. However, his friends tease him about his infatuation, leading to moments of embarrassment and self-reflection about his feelings towards Blythe and the dynamics of their unconventional relationships.

As the conversation shifts among the group, Evander reveals the complexities of his and CG’s interactions with Blythe during their intimate sessions. The discussions take a playful turn as his friends express curiosity and envy regarding CG’s dominant role. Amidst the banter, Evander contemplates the implications of their lifestyle and the emotional toll it takes on him and Blythe. The group’s camaraderie provides a brief distraction from the underlying tensions and dangers surrounding them.

In a more serious tone, Karma shares information about potential threats to Blythe, revealing that their enemies may be using her as bait. This realization heightens Evander’s determination to protect her at all costs. He vows to stay close to her and prioritize her safety, solidifying his commitment to her well-being. The chapter concludes with Evander suggesting that they help Blythe pursue her education and consider removing her brand, indicating his desire to support her in reclaiming her life once the chaos subsides. This moment of hope and planning offers a glimpse of a brighter future for both Evander and Blythe.

**TITLE: Possessive Riders 152**

**Evander’s P.O.V.**

If this situation continues, I might just lose my mind. I’m talking about a real, catastrophic explosion of frustration. Blue balls—who knew that was a genuine phenomenon? I certainly didn’t until now. It’s probably because I’ve always managed to find release before this. But here I am, facing a reality where I’m being deprived of sex for the first time in my life, and it’s driving me to the brink of insanity.

I do manage to cum sometimes—if I can find a moment of privacy amidst CG’s tight schedules for us. But CG made it crystal clear: he forbids any sort of self-pleasure. He told me that if I genuinely want to make things right, to take my relationship with Blythe to the next level, I must heed his words. He even mentioned that I deserve a little pain. I guess the absence of my usual release is why I find myself bursting in those rare moments when I do cum. It’s humiliating, really. I’ve never, in all my years, experienced the sensation of cumming in my pants without any physical contact.

Damn it, though. 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.”

“I bet she does,” Ps.ycho said, licking his lips again. “I wonder if I could convince him to let me watch too.”

“No joke,” Dragon muttered. “I’d be down to get tied up.”

“Maybe you two should go ask right now,” Karma suggested. “They’re home together. Just the two of them.”

Home…

Ps.ycho and Dragon exchanged a look, and there was a brief moment of silence. Then Ps.ycho shoved Dragon out of his chair and bolted for the door. Dragon scrambled to follow, tripping over his own feet. The two of them erupted into a playful shouting match, shoving each other as they rushed out of the room. I couldn’t help but snicker at their antics, watching them dart away like a couple of teenagers caught in a whirlwind of excitement.

“Has everything still been quiet?” I asked once it was just Karma and me.

“Know your place, Prospect,” he grunted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling a bit chastised.

“Yes, things have remained quiet,” he admitted after a moment’s pause. “Though we did receive some information from Quinn a few days ago. She somehow got my cell number and called me. Wanted to meet up, but I turned her down. There wasn’t anything she could offer me that I needed. She wasn’t too pleased about it. Luca’s people have been gathering intel on her. They’ve been tailing her, waiting for something to happen. But so far, nothing.”

“What did she want to meet you for?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “If it’s alright to ask,” I quickly added.

Karma sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking contemplative.

“She claimed to have information on Bly’s whereabouts,” he replied. “Said that Bly wasn’t who we thought she was. That she ran from Sean to be with another man. If we helped get her back for him… they’d leave our town alone.”

I scoffed at the absurdity of it all.

“At least they don’t know she’s here,” I pointed out.

“Yeah…” he muttered, staring out the window, lost in thought.

“Do you think she was lying?” I inquired, genuinely curious.

“Can’t say for sure,” he shrugged. “Seems strange that she’d even bring up Bly. We know we’re obsessed with her; the club has always known. But I made CG stop looking for her. I knew he still had his feelers out, but he kept that discreet. Dragon had plans to search for her, but only the Rossi brothers were privy to that. You were the one who hated her in everyone’s eyes. Everyone thought Ps.ycho had forgotten about her. And I was the one who called off the search. Why would she think we’d want to go looking for her? Or that we’d help track her down just to hand her over? They had to have known we still cared about her to some extent. Her mother is still part of the club too. Plus, why would Quinn propose something like that? She practically admitted to working with Sean.”

“So… what do you think then?” I asked, eager for his insight.

“I think… either they don’t know we have Bly and tried to use her as bait to lure us into a trap,” he speculated. “Or they thought just mentioning her name would provoke a reaction. Maybe they believed we’d think they were foolish or use it as a means to instigate a war. Because we could leave Bly here with just a few of our men. They could have intended to trick us into leaving her unprotected.”

“They wanted as many of us away from the clubhouse as possible…” I murmured, the realization hitting me hard.

“That’s my theory,” he confirmed. “We’re not risking anything. You stay with her at all times unless one of us is with her. Got it? I mean it. Even when one of us is around, don’t stray too far.”

“Yeah, I understand,” I nodded, determination coursing through me. “Bly’s safety is my top priority.”

“Exactly,” he agreed with a firm nod. “For now, we wait. Luca is still waiting to hear back from his contacts in the FBI,” he continued. “We still don’t know who our rat is, but I’m pretty sure it’s someone connected to Daniel now.”

“Wait, what?” I asked, taken aback.

“While you four have been occupied with our ol’ lady, I’ve been busy piecing things together,” he explained. “It’s just a gut feeling I have right now—nothing confirmed. Once we hear back from Luca’s people, things will get serious. We’re going after them. I promised Bly she’d get her revenge.”

I nodded, feeling a surge of resolve.

“Karma… when all of this is over—”

“Told you,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “It’s up to CG to decide when you’re forgiven.”

“I know that,” I replied, my voice steady. “Actually, I wanted to discuss something else.”

“Okay…?”

“I’m not sure if you’ve considered this yet, but I think we should help Bly get her GED once things settle down. She never finished school,” I blurted out. “Maybe even help her go to college. Somewhere nearby or online, perhaps. And… the brand… I want to talk to her about getting it removed or covered, whatever we can do.”

Karma stared at me for a moment, his gaze piercing, and I tried not to fidget under his scrutiny.

“I hadn’t thought about the GED yet, but that’s a solid idea,” he finally said. “I’ve already looked into taking care of that scar. Once things calm down… we’ll all sit her down and discuss it.”

“Good,” I said, a smile breaking through my earlier tension.

“Alright, you can head back to her now,” he grumbled. “I’ve got more work to do.”

“How about I help? If I can,” I offered. “She’d appreciate it more if we returned together.”

“Fine,” he relented. “Whatever makes her happy.”

As the chaos of emotions swirled around Evander, he found himself standing at a precipice, balancing the weight of his desires against the urgent need to protect Bly. The frustration of his unfulfilled cravings was palpable, yet it was the realization of his love for her that anchored him. He recognized that his past mistakes had led him to this tumultuous moment, but with each therapy session, each shared glance, he saw the possibility of redemption. The bond he was forging with Bly was unlike anything he had experienced before—intense, raw, and beautifully complicated. It was a journey of self-discovery, where he learned not only to confront his demons but also to appreciate the strength and resilience of the woman who stood beside him.

In the face of looming threats and the uncertainty of their future, Evander’s determination solidified. The idea of supporting Bly in her quest for education and healing became a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. He envisioned a life where they could thrive together, free from the shadows of their pasts. As he prepared to return to her, the warmth of his affection wrapped around him like a protective cloak. He knew that, with each step forward, he was not just fighting for her safety but also for a chance at a life filled with love, respect, and mutual growth. In that moment, Evander understood that the path ahead might be fraught with challenges, but with Bly by his side, he was ready to face whatever came their way.

In the next chapter, the tension between desire and duty is set to escalate as Evander grapples with his feelings for Bly while navigating the complexities of their intertwined lives. With the looming threat from Quinn and Sean, the stakes have never been higher. As the group prepares for potential conflict, Evander’s yearning for Bly will clash with the need to protect her, leading to heart-pounding moments of vulnerability and intensity. Will he be able to balance his possessive instincts with the urgency of the situation?

Moreover, Evander’s commitment to helping Bly reclaim her education and self-worth will take center stage, revealing deeper layers of their relationship. Expect poignant conversations that not only explore their past but also set the stage for their future. As the club faces external threats and internal struggles, the dynamics among the five riders will shift, challenging their bonds and loyalty. With each passing moment, the anticipation builds—will Evander find a way to express his love for Bly while ensuring her safety, or will external pressures tear them apart just as they begin to forge a deeper connection? Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions as secrets unravel and desires ignite in the next chapter of “Possessive Riders.”

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.