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Beneath the Whip CHAPTER 46
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 POVChris stood before me, his expression a mixture of pride and authority as he held the delicate necklace in his hands. It shimmered in the soft light, its intricate design as exclusive and commanding as the man holding it. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a possessiveness that made my breath hitch.“This,” he said, his voice low and resolute, “is to prove that you belong to me. Now and in the future.”I blinked, taken aback by the statement. His words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. Belong to him? I wasn’t some object to be claimed, some trophy to be adorned with his mark. My immediate instinct was to protest.“I am not a dog to wear a collar, Chris.”I kept my tone low, yet firm. What did he think about himself? After making love and taking my virginity, he was going to bound me to him even more?Here he was, not paying attention to the way I was feeling and he kept on insisting. Well, he never gave up, did he? “Hold still,” he ordered, his ton
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JUDY’S POVAfter Christmas, my family packed up and moved away from Chris’ home. The decision, though necessary, felt like ripping out a piece of my soul. Each step I took away from that place, each item I boxed up, carried a weight that settled heavily in my chest. As I stood in my room for the last time, my gaze fell upon the necklace Chris had given me.The delicate piece of jewellery shimmered under the soft light, mocking me with its elegance. It wasn’t just a necklace—it was a symbol of everything I wanted to leave behind: the control, the love that felt both intoxicating and suffocating, the man who could bring me to the highest peaks of joy and the deepest pits of despair. Chris thought that I had accepted the necklace because he was persisitent and I was obedient. However, the fact was that, I chose to accept after him forcing me because I knew I was going to move. I just needed a bit of patience.It would be a big shock to him and his ego would be shattered when he would
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CHRIS’ POVI had originally believed that after having sex that day with Judy—after we gave in to each other in ways that transcended words—everything would fall into place. I thought that moment was a turning point, a confirmation of our unspoken connection. Unfortunately the reality was far from what I had imagined.Judy rejected the necklace I gave her, my exclusive mark of devotion. To me, it wasn’t just a piece of jewellery—it was a promise, a statement that she was mine and I was hers. However, her refusal was loud and clear: she didn’t want to be with me. I could see it in her eyes, the way she looked away when I tried to meet her gaze, her lips pressed into a firm line of quiet defiance.Of course, I wasn’t willing to accept her refusal. I forced the necklace onto her, fastening it around her neck with trembling hands. I knew, even as I did it, that it was the wrong way to handle things. Yet my pride wouldn’t allow me to ask her to wear it willingly. It was easier to insist
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JUDY’S POVAfter we left Chris’ city, we moved into a modest and unremarkable house situated on the outskirts of a sleepy town. It was the kind of place where the world seemed to move at a slower pace, where silence stretched long into the evenings, and a deep sense of solitude lingered in the air. The house itself was simple, almost forgettable, blending into its surroundings in a way that made it easy to overlook. Life there felt distant from the hustle and bustle we had left behind, quieter but also more isolating, as if we had stepped into a world where time itself hesitated to move forward.I had settled into the habit of waiting for my father at the intersection near our home every evening when his shift ended. It had become a small but meaningful ritual, offering a sense of stability in the midst of the upheaval that came with starting over in a new town. Those quiet moments of waiting, watching the road for his familiar figure, felt like a thread connecting us to something
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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
