In the opulent halls of the Stanley manor, Judy Kent, the daughter of the family chauffeur, grew up alongside Chris Stanley. Their childhood bond blossomed quietly, a tender friendship that seemed unshakable. But Chris' traumatic kidnapping left him with deep psychological scars, manifesting in a peculiar fixation directed solely at Judy. Tragedy struck when Chris' father died in a car accident. With Judy’s father on leave that day and a substitute driver behind the wheel, Chris' grief turned into misplaced hatred toward Judy’s family. Their once-close bond shattered. Consumed by bitterness, Chris withdrew from her and inflicted emotional torment, even coercing her into signing a contract that bound her to him. Yet beneath the layers of anger, Chris' love for Judy never truly faded—it was merely buried under his rage. When the truth of the accident finally surfaced, the weight of Chris' actions drove Judy to walk away, unable to reconcile with the pain of her past. Only then did Chris realize the depth of his mistakes. Overwhelmed by guilt, he vowed to make amends, embarking on a desperate pursuit to win back her love and trust. But can Judy’s fractured heart mend? Will their shared history and enduring connection be enough to overcome the barriers between them? Or has too much been lost in the wake of betrayal for love to flourish again in the manor’s shadowed corridors?
View MoreJUDY’S POVFortunately, nobody was home. Chris carried me to the sofa in the living room, lay me on my tummy and gently spanked my buttocks.“My kitten needs a lot of punishment,” Chris said.“Meow,” I mumbled.He positioned himself behind me and made me go on my knees on the sofa.“What a great view Judy. I’ve missed you ass.”“Mmm… Chris…”As soon as he heard me moan, he moved his mouth closer to my opening. At first he sniffed, as if inhaling my scent which I was sure he had missed.“You smell awesome, kitten.”In a trice, he licked the opening gently and my heart throbbed. It felt so good and it had been way too long that I could feel the wetness building up. Within a few minutes, I cummed but Chris kept lapping on my juices.The more he lapped, the more I cummed. I believed that was why he had kept me so hungry all these weeks and he was right; the time we would be together I would taste the elixir. Indeed!All of a sudden, I felt him penetrating deeply inside and started poundin
JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
CHRIS’ POVAfter ending the video call with Thane, I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. My mind was a storm of emotions—guilt, uncertainty, frustration. I couldn't shake the thought that maybe I had unknowingly shaped Judy’s desires, that she wasn’t with me out of love but because of some unresolved trauma. The weight of that realisation sat heavy on my chest.I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go back to the training centre either. I needed an outlet, something to channel this frustration into before it consumed me.So, I went to the gym.The moment I walked in, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled my lungs. The rhythmic pounding of weights, the faint sound of grunts and exertion, the steady beat of a playlist blasting through the speakers—it was grounding. Without hesitation, I changed into my workout gear and headed straight to the punching bag.I wrapped my hands, flexing my fingers as I took a deep breath. Then, I started throwing punches. Hard. Fast. One after th
CHRIS’ POVThat evening, I made a point of calling Judy before bedtime in the United States, as I had promised earlier in the day, while I was in the washroom of our campus. Her familiar face lit up the screen, her shy smile warming my heart. She looked tired but content, her hair messy and her cheeks faintly pink.“Hey, kitten,” I said, my voice soft.“Hey,” she replied, her voice light but carrying a hint of sleepiness. “I missed you.”“I missed you too,” I said, the words laced with genuine emotion. “How was your day?”We chatted for a while, her voice gradually growing softer as the conversation drifted. I couldn’t resist teasing her slightly, guiding her thoughts towards something more intimate.“You look so cute right now,” I said, my tone dropping. “I bet you’d look even cuter if you listened to me.”Judy’s cheeks flushed a deep red, but she nodded hesitantly. “What do you want me to do?”“Relax,” I said, my voice calming but firm. “Lie back.”What followed was a slow, careful
JUDY’S POVWhen Chris finally landed, my phone buzzed with a video call. Seeing his name on the screen brought a wave of relief and irritation in equal measure. I accepted the call, and there he was, his familiar face slightly pixelated but still so very Chris.“Hey, Judy,” he said with that boyish smile that always managed to weaken my resolve.“Hey,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. “Why didn’t you call as soon as you landed? I was worried!”Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to get my baggage and—”“Chris, you know how much I hate waiting like that,” I interrupted, my voice cracking slightly. “You could have just texted me, even something short. Do you not care about how I feel?”The moment the words left my mouth, I felt guilt taking over me. It wasn’t fair to lash out, but the hours of waiting, combined with the sadness of him leaving, had been overwhelming.“Judy, of course I care,” he said, his tone soft, hi
JUDY’S POVEnough of reminiscing about last night. I was time I finished showering.The morning was bittersweet. The sun cast a soft glow across the room, but my heart felt heavy knowing this would be the last morning Chris and I would share for a while. Once I was back from the bathroom, I found Chris already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his half-packed luggage. His usually confident expression was replaced by something softer, more like unguarded.“I guess this is it,” he murmured, glancing over at me with a small, rueful smile.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Let me help you finish packing,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Together, we folded clothes and organised his stuffs in the suitcase. The small, everyday act felt like a grounding ritual, a way to hold onto normalcy even as the weight of the impending goodbye loomed over us. I carefully placed one of his favourite hoodies on top of the pile.“Take this,” I said, smoothing the fabric
JUDY’S POVLast night was one of the best since it was the last moment Chris and I would spend together before he would leave for Italy. Although I was exhausted from the lovemaking, my mind refused to rest. It wandered back to earlier that evening when Chris had handed me a neatly wrapped box, a mischievous twinkle in his mesmerizing blue eyes. I had no idea what to expect, but the moment I tore through the wrapping paper and saw the contents inside, my breath hitched.“Wow! A kitten set!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.Inside the box was everything for a pet play costume—a pair of fluffy black-and-pink cat ears, a matching tail butt plug, and a sleek leather collar adorned with a small silver bell. It was bold and playful, and I couldn’t help but smile at how well Chris seemed to know me.“I thought you might like it,” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate. “You’ve mentioned this kind of thing before, and I figured… why not make the fantasy a reali
JUDY’S POVThe start of school was approaching, and Chris had accepted his mother’s arrangement to study abroad. It was a fantastic opportunity for him, but the reality of it weighed heavily on my heart. “Oh, Judy, I’m going to miss you so badly, but what can I do?”“I can totally understand, Chris. It’s for your future, Chris.”The thought of not seeing him for such a long time was unbearable. We had shared so much, and now, with this looming distance, it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers.I wanted to be supportive—I knew this was important for Chris—but it was still heartbreaking. Knowing that our time together was limited made every moment feel precious. We had to make the most of it, and I was determined to savour every second.That morning, Chris had gone out for some work. I tried to distract myself by spending time with my family, but even as I laughed and talked with them, my mind kept drifting back to him. “So, Chris is going for further studies?” My mom
CHRIS’ POVWhen we had gone downstairs for breakfast, George and Jane were there. While Jane was very welcoming and happy, George was sulking. “Good morning, you two! I made pancakes, and there’s fresh coffee on the counter,” Jane said, her voice as inviting as ever.George sat rigidly, hunched over his newspaper, with the faintest furrow of disapproval etched into his brow. He didn’t so much as glance at me, his focus fixed on his paper as though it held the secrets to the universe.I couldn’t help but wonder if their demeanor had anything to do with last night. While I didn’t recall being particularly loud, Judy’s uninhibited moaning might have carried through the walls. A part of me cringed at the thought, but another part dismissed it just as quickly. If anything, they should be glad that I was keeping Judy happy! I saw how Judy tensed up when she noticed her father ignoring me, whereas Jane was doing her utmost best to ease the tension that had suddenly invaded the whole place
JUDY’S POVIt had been nearly a year since Chris had started drifting away from me. At first, I tried to reach out, leaving him messages, showing up at his door, and even waiting for him outside of classes, hoping he would talk to me. But nothing worked. Ever since his father passed away a year ago, he had grown distant, almost untouchable, burying himself in silence. He never said it outright, but I knew that grief had changed him, making him quieter, harder to reach, and leaving me on the outside, uncertain of how to help.In the past, Chris and I had always been each other's go-to for school dances. It was a tradition of ours, and even the thought of going with anyone else had seemed strange—unthinkable, almost. I would look forward to those nights where we would dress up, meet up for photos, and laugh over nothing in particular, just because we were together. However this year, as the school dance approached, I found myself hesitating. How could I ask him to be my partner when w...
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