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JUDY’S POVSince everyone knew about us and I feared nothing after the case victory, Chris and I had been meeting very regularly. We had more dates and more sex!This time Chris chose mountain climbing.The climb had been challenging, a test of our endurance and determination, but as we finally reached the summit, all the fatigue melted away. The view before us was nothing short of breathtaking. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the valley below. Golden rays painted the world in hues of amber and rose, blending seamlessly into the soft purples and blues of the approaching twilight. The cool mountain breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and earth.Chris turned to me, his face glowing in the light of the setting sun. His hair was tousled from the climb, and beads of sweat glistened on his brow, but he looked as calm and composed as ever. I, on the other hand, was still catching my breath, my legs trembling slightly from
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JUDY’S POV“There’s an old hut at the foot of the mountain,” he explained, his voice filled with an excitement that was contagious. “I’ve been there before—ages ago—and I thought it might be fun for us to check it out.”I gave him a skeptical look. “An abandoned hut? That sounds… romantic,” I teased, though my smile betrayed my curiosity.Chris grinned, his confidence unwavering. “Trust me. You’ll love it.”The descent was easier than I had expected, the faint light of the stars and the cool night air invigorating. Chris led the way, his hand occasionally reaching back to help me over a tricky patch of trail. He was humming softly, his mood infectious.When we finally reached the hut, I had to admit it was both eerie and enchanting. The structure was small and weathered, its wooden walls gray with age. Moss clung to the roof, and vines snaked up the sides, giving it a fairytale-like quality. A single, creaky door hung slightly ajar, and one of the windows had been broken, letting th
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JUDY’S POVJasmine’s voice rose above the quiet hum of her apartment, her tone sharp and unrelenting. “How could you let this happen? How could you let Chris do these things to you? This isn’t normal! It’s dangerous, mentally and physically. Have you even thought about what this says about you?”Her words were like darts, piercing through the fragile layer of calm I had tried to maintain. My hands trembled slightly as I set down the coffee mug I had been clutching. I had been in the news lately and it seemed that it had affected Jasmine a lot. Now I was anxious that it might affect our friendship. I couldn’t afford to lose such a wonderful friend. “Jasmine, it’s not what you think. It’s not… abuse or anything like that. It’s consensual. We both wanted it. We both enjoy it,” I said, my voice quivering as I tried to explain.She scoffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her face was a mask of disapproval, her brows knitted together in a frown. “Enjoy it? Do you even hear yo
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JUDY’S POVThe game between Chris and me was never about pain for its own sake. It was a blend of trust, power, and vulnerability. When he asked me if I was ready, my whole body started shaking in anticipation. I knew that we both would not stop this game. Why should we when I had started getting comfortable?Each encounter was an unspoken dialogue, where actions conveyed more than words ever could. The tools we used were not merely instruments; they were symbols—each one chosen with care, imbued with meaning, and wielded with precision. This was not chaos but a meticulous art, a language we both understood intuitively. I had long forgotten my tiff with Jasmine. I really needed to relax and not be bothered of what the world thought about me.Chris’ collection of tools was as much a part of our ritual as the actions themselves. They were stored in a wooden chest, its surface polished to a deep sheen that reflected the dim light of the room. Every item had its place, arranged with al
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CHRIS’ POVWhen we were done, just as I thought that Judy had fallen asleep, it didn’t seem so. She couldn’t fall into deep slumber in minutes; this was not normal. Hence, I tapped her cheeks gently, and to my surprise, she was unresponsive. Judy had passed out once again, right after the climax of our intense gaming and lovemaking session.I took immediate care of her, checking her pulse and making sure she was breathing steadily. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but each occurrence worried me deeply. After a few minutes, Judy stirred awake, blinking slowly as she regained consciousness.“Chris!”“Judy, what happened to you? You passed out again.”"I'm okay, really," Judy mumbled, her voice groggy but reassuring. "It happens sometimes after a rush like that."I couldn't shake off my concern. "Judy, passing out like this isn't normal. You need to get checked out."She sighed, looking up at me with a mixture of gratitude and frustration. "I know you're worried, but trust
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JUDY’S POVThe atmosphere at the breakfast table was thick with unspoken tension. My mom, cheerful as always, was trying her best to keep the mood light, chatting with Chris about petty things like the weather and the local coffee shop’s pastries. Chris played along, answering politely and even cracking a few jokes. However, I could see the strain on his face—the way his shoulders were just a bit too tense, the way he avoided glancing at my dad.My dad, on the other hand, barely acknowledged Chris. He sat at the head of the table, silently sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. The occasional rustle of paper or clink of silverware against a plate punctuated the silence, but it was clear he was biding his time. I knew my dad well enough to recognise that the storm was coming.“So,” he said after a long silence, finally setting the paper down. His voice was measured but firm. “What are your intentions with my daughter?”The directness of his question caught us both off guard, b
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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
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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
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JUDY’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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
