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Beneath the Whip CHAPTER 42
JUDY’S POVAs I got home, I could not stop thinking about my meeting with Jason which had started out wonderfully. While replaying the conversation in my mind, I recalled how his humour and candidness had put me at ease, and for a moment, I felt the weight of recent tensions lift. But that sense of peace shattered the moment I caught sight of Chris and Bertrand. The atmosphere had shifted immediately, and I had felt a chill despite the warmth of the café. I recalled Bertrand, standing beside Chris. He had a smug, knowing look, as if he had just confirmed every suspicion he had ever had about me.I could feel their stares burning into me, and for a split second, I had frozen. It was as if I had been caught in the act of some grand betrayal, even though I knew I had done nothing wrong. But their faces told a different story—a story where I was the villain, the one disobeying, deceiving. It was as though Chris and Bertrand’s arrival had turned the café into a courtroom, and I was on
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CHRIS’ POVSeeing Judy and Jason together at the café was like a dagger to the heart. They sat by the window, their heads leaning close as they chatted and laughed, a lightness in their interaction that I hadn’t seen between us in weeks. Jason, ever so smug, had that air of casual confidence about him, while Judy—Judy looked content, almost happy. My stomach twisted as I watched them. My mind screamed at me to storm in, to demand answers, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, staring through the glass like an outsider looking in.I turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last. Every muscle in my body was tense as I fought the urge to go back and confront her. Having Bertrand with me felt like carrying a weight I couldn’t shrug off. His presence was more than just company; it was a constant undercurrent of judgement. I could see it in the way his eyes shifted between Jason and Judy, his smirk barely concealed, as if silently mocking me. H
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JUDY’S POVThe days following our confrontation were tense and suffocating. I carried a heavy sense of injustice in my heart, but I swallowed my grievances with clenched teeth, unwilling to let Chris see how deeply I was affected. Every interaction between us was a delicate balancing act, each word and gesture tinged with an undercurrent of hostility. Our relationship, already strained, plummeted to an all-time low, frozen in a state of silent animosity.Chris’ response to our fractured connection was swift and severe. His need for control seemed to multiply with every passing day. Deciding that he could no longer trust me, he took drastic measures to assert his dominance—he confined me to my room. The walls that had once felt like a haven now closed in on me like a prison, their familiarity warped into a constant reminder of my captivity.“You’re not going anywhere,” Chris said coldly when I protested. “This is for your own good. You need to understand your place.”His words stung,
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CHRIS’ POVJudy occupied my thoughts ever since I confronted her and received nothing but silence. Her refusal to answer infuriated me, and I felt compelled to punish her. How dare she hide things from me? No matter the secret, I was determined to uncover it. Why was she protecting that snake, Jason?As I made my way home, something unusual caught my attention—a faint noise coming from Judy’s room. Her window was slightly open, the muffled sound of voices spilling out. Suspicion clawed at me as I approached quietly.What was going on in there?My hands clenched into fists, knuckles white with anger. Jason was inside with Judy. That alone was enough to ignite the fury burning in my chest, but what truly enraged me was his audacity to come here and meddle in matters that didn’t concern him.How dare he approach her? Why after so many days did he decide to come here and sneak onto my property?I leaned closer to hear, straining to catch their words. Judy’s voice was soft, tinged with emo
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JUDY’S POV“Not what she thinks?” Chris cut in, his voice dripping with contempt. “Don’t bother trying to weasel your way out of this, Jason. You can’t talk your way around the truth.”Jason turned back to me, desperation evident in his eyes. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. I was appalled.“At first, I approached you because of your connection to Chris. My father… he wanted information. But it wasn’t about you, Judy. It was never about hurting you.”I took a step back, my hands flying to my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes as I stared at him, disbelief etched into every line of my face. “You lied to me,” I said, my voice breaking. “All this time, you were using me?”“No!” Jason protested, his voice rising in urgency. “That’s not true anymore. Judy, I swear, I fell in love with you. Everything changed after I got to know you. I couldn’t go through with my father’s plan because I cared about you too much.”I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “How can
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JUDY’S POVChris had been keeping an eye on me ever since reluctantly agreeing to let me resume a semblance of normalcy in my life. Initially, I wanted to believe his lingering presence stemmed from guilt or a need to protect me, but as time passed, it became clear that his motives were far more unsettling.No matter where I went—the crowded streets, my favourite café, or a quiet walk in the park—Chris’ looming figure was never far from sight. His intense, watchful eyes followed me like a shadow, growing more oppressive with every passing day.At first, I dismissed it as paranoia, until one afternoon when I spotted him parked across the street from the library. He wasn’t hiding; his gaze was deliberate and unwavering. My heart raced with anger as I realised this wasn’t care—it was control.Seething with frustration, I resolved to confront him. Once back at home, my anger bubbled over. I stormed out of my room, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway as I made my way to his study, d
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CHRIS’ POVAs Judy’s words lingered in the air, my heart pounded in my chest. The confession that had been building for so long had finally slipped from her lips. “I love you,” she said, the vulnerability in her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. It was a truth I had always known, but hearing it from her, in this moment, stirred something deeper inside me.I was overwhelmed. I had spent so much time pushing her away, wrestling with my own emotions, trying to suppress the ache in my chest that came every time I looked at her. But now, hearing her finally speak those words—it was like a dam had broken. My hands trembled as I reached for her, unable to hold back the flood of emotions that surged through me.However, she was pushing me away. Of course, I could understand how she felt. She had born more hardships than I could have ever imagined.Humiliation, disgrace, alienation and pain.Nonetheless, today I didn’t care about anything. I would definitely reciprocate her lov
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JUDY’S POVAll the anger I had held onto, the frustration that had built up between us, seemed to dissolve the moment Chris' lips met mine. The kiss was unexpected, yet it carried a raw intensity that left me momentarily stunned. Chris wasn’t like this—at least, not with me. His kisses had always been calculated, a show of control, a way to remind me who held the power. But this time, it was different.There was no force, no dominance—just pure, unfiltered emotion. His hands cradled my face with a tenderness I hadn’t experienced from him before, and his lips moved with a deliberate slowness, as if savouring the moment, as if afraid it might slip away. My mind raced, caught between the desire to pull away and the undeniable pull of his touch.“Chris—” I tried to protest, but my voice faltered, lost in the flood of sensations overwhelming me.He silenced me with another kiss, deeper this time, more urgent. His fingers slid from my face to my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel
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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
