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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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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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