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JUDY’S POVThat night, I replayed the conversation with Chris repeatedly in my head, dissecting every word. Was I too harsh? Did I let my emotions get the best of me? The questions swirled endlessly, but no matter how I tried to soften the edges, one truth remained clear: Chris needed to hear what I said. Every word, every accusation was justified. For far too long, I had been caught in the emotional chaos he created, subjected to his whims, his anger, and his misplaced guilt. It was about time he faced the consequences of his actions, just as I had.Yes, his actions against Katarina were bold, even commendable. Exposing her cruelty and taking her down was a victory for everyone she had tormented, myself included. But it didn’t erase the pain Chris caused me. It didn’t undo the humiliation of being dragged into the centre of a storm that wasn’t mine to begin with. Moreover, it certainly didn’t absolve him of the careless way he had treated me—vacillating between moments of kindness
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CHRIS’ POVThe tension between Judy and me had reached an unbearable peak. Days had passed since our last confrontation, yet the echoes of our bitter words lingered in my mind. We avoided each other as if the mere sight of one another would reignite the fury that had burned so brightly. It was a stalemate of resentment and guilt. Judy was angry, and rightfully so—I had crossed every line, insulted her dignity, and humiliated her in a way I could never take back.Calling her a slut was not just an outburst—it was cruel and undeserved. I had lashed out at her in the heat of the moment, blaming her for everything, as if she bore the responsibility for the chaos in my life. The truth, though, was painfully clear; it was my fault. I had failed to protect her, failed to address the real threat, and instead redirected my frustration onto the one person who didn’t deserve it.Judy, however, was done being a victim of my misplaced rage. She carried herself with a great resolve, ignoring me wh
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JUDY’S POV“Judy… we need to talk.”The voice startled me. I turned to see Chris standing there, his usually stoic face softened by something I couldn’t quite place. We hadn’t exchanged more than a few scathing words in the last two weeks, and now here he was, standing in the library, speaking softly as if we were old friends.“We have nothing to say to each other, Chris,” I replied coldly, returning my attention to the bookshelves. My fingers traced the spines absent-mindedly as I tried to mask the anger bubbling beneath my calm façade.“I’m sorry for having hurt you, Judy.”I froze mid-motion, my hand hovering over a book. My heart skipped a beat. Was I hearing things, or had Chris Stanley actually apologised?I turned to face him, my expression carefully neutral, though my mind was racing. Chris didn’t apologise—not to anyone, and definitely not to me. And yet, here he was, standing in the quiet sanctuary of the library, offering a genuine apology.He took a step closer, his voic
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CHRIS’ POVAfter Judy walking away without letting me know that she had accepted my apology, I felt like the ground had shifted beneath my feet. Her words echoed in my mind, each syllable a piercing reminder of how badly I had damaged what we had. For the first time in a long while, I realised the full weight of my actions. I had pushed her away, hurt her in ways I couldn’t even fathom, and now, when I finally wanted to bridge the gap between us, she was slipping through my fingers.Regret hit me like a freight train, followed swiftly by a wave of anger—though not at her. No, this was self-directed rage. What had I done? In my misguided attempts to protect myself, I had only succeeded in hurting the one person who had ever truly cared. I had thought keeping her at arm’s length would shield me from pain, but now it seemed I had only created a hollow, self-inflicted wound.Still, a small part of me clung to hope. I just hoped that she would forgive me although for what I had done to
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JUDY’S POVOne evening, Chris approached me, his steps slow and weighted, as if he bore the burdens of his entire world. His usual composure and confidence were absent, replaced by an unfamiliar tension etched across his face.The air between us felt heavy, thick with unspoken emotions, like the charged silence before a storm. As he stood before me, his hesitance only heightened the sense of unease creeping into the space we shared.When he finally spoke, his voice was low, yet laden with an emotion I couldn’t immediately pinpoint—was it fear? Anger? Desperation? Or perhaps a mix of all three.“Are you really planning to leave me?” he asked, his words striking like a blunt force, resonating with a raw vulnerability I hadn’t expected.I froze. My heart hammered in my chest, and I felt as though his piercing gaze pinned me in place. How did he know? I had been meticulous, keeping my plans quiet, discreet. Was he stalking me? Had someone betrayed my confidence? Either way, I couldn’t le
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JUDY’S POVThe kiss wasn’t planned or deliberate; it was impulsive, a desperate attempt to bridge the growing chasm between us. For a moment, Chris didn’t resist. Instead, he responded, his lips moving against mine as though he, too, was searching for something we had lost. The passion ignited swiftly, like a spark catching dry tinder, consuming the space between us.For those brief seconds, everything else melted away. The anger, the fear, the suffocating tension—all of it disappeared. It was just us, lost in the moment, a fleeting intimacy that felt like a lifeline in a sea of chaos.But then, as suddenly as it began, it ended. Chris shoved me away with a force that sent me stumbling. His face twisted, anger and disgust contorting his features. The shift was so abrupt it left me stunned, the warmth of the kiss replaced by the cold sting of rejection.“Slut,” he spat, the venom in his voice cutting me like a knife.I stared after him, frozen and speechless, as the sound of his foo
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CHRIS’ POVWhen I learned Judy was trying to leave me, it felt as though the ground had been yanked out from under me. A part of me wanted to believe it wasn’t true, that this was just my overthinking spiraling into paranoia, but deep down, I knew. The signs were there—the quiet distance in her gaze, the hesitation in her touch, the moments she slipped away, as if carrying a secret she couldn’t share.Rage ignited within me, fierce and blinding. How could she even think about leaving? After everything we had been through, after all I had sacrificed and all we had built together. Yet beneath the anger lurked something far more fragile—fear. Fear of losing her. Fear of being alone again. Fear of facing the darkest parts of myself without the one person who made them bearable.When I confronted her, I could feel the words clawing at my throat, raw and unfiltered. “Are you leaving me?” My voice had been low, yet very harsh, trembling with a mix of anger and desperation I couldn’t cont
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CHRIS’ POVThere was a deep contradiction in my emotions—on the surface, I played the role of dominance, strict and unyielding, yet beneath it all, I held Judy in the highest regard. Every harsh word, every act of control, was part of the unspoken trust we shared, a language only we understood. She was not merely a participant in our game; she was my Queen, the one who commanded my reverence even in submission. In treating her harshly, I was not diminishing her—I was exalting her, honouring the strength that allowed her to receive and endure. The game was built on power, but my feelings went beyond it. There was admiration, devotion, and something close to worship woven into every interaction.Every moment with Judy was precious, and I intended to savour every second of my short leave with her. My world, my desires, my very sense of belonging—all of it revolved around her. As an introvert, my energy was reserved for only those who truly mattered, and no one mattered more than Judy
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JUDY’S POV“Punish me!” I exclaimed.“Your punishment is you won’t be allowed to cum.”“Mmm… Sounds impossible.”“You naughty kitten!”Chris kept on hitting me deep inside while I twist my hips to the rythmn of his moves. He tap my butt.“Judy! Stay put! You’ll make me cum too early and I don’t want that. I want to enjoy your pussy,” Chris scolded me.The more he scolded, the more I was turned on. Since I was already so wet, the sound of him fucking me was driving me nuts. He was also enjoying fucking me.“Judy! Don’t!” Chris protested while I still broke his rules.Ultimately, I cummed on his dick and he came right after. Still, I wanted more and I kept begging, but this time, Chris was more strict on his punishment.“Since you weren’t allowed to cum, you broke the rule, now you earn a punishment.”“No, I want more of your dick!”“You can’t have it any more.”“Alright, I’ll fuck myself then.”As soon as I parted my legs to finger myself, Chris stopped me.“Kitten… You have been break
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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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