“Oh, you are so gonna get whipped,” he said, flexing his hand on the throttle. The vibrations of the bike between my legs, and the perverted meaning my mind immediately attached to his words, made my thighs clench. Whipped - another distracting image for my brain to focus on. An unbidden vision of Aiden bending me over the side of the bike and unbuckling his belt, scolding me all the while, invaded my mental space.
