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CHAPTER 79JUDY’S POVThe day had stretched on endlessly, dragging me through a relentless cycle of lectures, assignments, and fleeting conversations that seemed to hold little significance. Each interaction felt more like a task to complete than a connection to cherish, leaving me drained in every sense of the word. By the time I finally pushed open the door to my room, weariness had settled over me like an unwelcome guest, wrapping itself around me like a suffocating cloak. Every step I took felt heavier than the last, my body yearning for rest after what seemed like an unending marathon of demands and responsibilities.I let my bag fall to the floor with a dull thud near the doorway, its weight forgotten as my mind fixated on the promise of relief that awaited me. The day had been an uphill battle, and I craved the sanctuary of a hot shower. Without even bothering to turn on the lights in the rest of the house, I headed straight to the bathroom, peeling off the layers of the day
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JUDY’S POVFor a moment, I was paralysed, caught between disbelief and the notion that my overactive imagination might be playing tricks on me. The sound that had startled me echoed faintly in my mind, teasing the edges of my thoughts. Was it real? Or had exhaustion finally blurred the line between reality and a dream?Then, with a sudden jolt of clarity, the realisation hit me. My body moved instinctively, my hesitation replaced by a surge of urgency. I rushed to the window, my heart pounding in my chest as my fingers fumbled to unlock and push it open.The cool night air rushed in, brushing against my face and carrying with it the faint hum of distant cars and the occasional chirp of crickets. And there he was, standing in the soft, ethereal glow of the streetlight—Chris.For a moment, neither of us uttered a word. The silence between us felt almost tangible, heavy with the weight of everything that had been left unsaid. It was as if the time we had spent apart had condensed into t
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JUDY’S POVTo my utter astonishment, Chris closed the distance between us in one swift motion, his hands gripping my waist with a certainty that made my breath hitch. Before I could process what was happening, his lips met mine—urgent, demanding, yet achingly tender. A surge of heat flooded through me, igniting every nerve in my body as I melted into the kiss, the world around us dissolving into irrelevance.His touch was magnetic, drawing me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between us. One of his hands slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair, while the other remained at my waist, anchoring me to him. My hands found their way to his chest, trembling slightly as I felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips—a grounding counterpoint to the storm brewing inside me.The kiss deepened, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. Every unspoken word, every bottled-up emotion from the time we had spent apart, seemed to pour int
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CHRIS’ POVThe love we had just shared lingered in the air like a delicate thread binding us closer together, yet leaving so much unsaid. It was more than just passion—it was a merging of our souls, a raw and unfiltered exchange that stripped away every wall, every pretense. For once, it wasn’t a game of dominance or submission. There was no winner, no loser—just two people surrendering to the moment and to each other.I lay beside her, the rhythm of our breaths slowly returning to normal. My fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along the curve of her arm, my mind replaying the moments we had just shared. There was a purity to it, an honesty that I hadn’t allowed myself to hope for. Judy wasn’t just someone I desired; she was someone who had seen me—the real me—and hadn’t turned away. That realisation was as terrifying as it was beautiful.But even in the warmth of our connection, a faint shadow of doubt lingered at the edges of my thoughts. Something felt unfinished, like the fin
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JUDY’S POVThe early morning light filtered softly through my window when a knock at the door startled me awake. It was Jasmine, her bright and cheerful energy already in full force. I rubbed my eyes, my thoughts still lingering on the intimacy I had shared with Chris just hours before. His presence had been overwhelming in the best way—comforting, exciting, and all-consuming. Now, though, the room felt emptier without him.“Girl! You look so messed up! I don’t think I can wait for you. We’ll be late for the trip.”“Gosh! The trip! I forgot about it…I’m so sorry, Jas,” I freaked out.“Never mind. We can catch up some other time,” Jasmine chuckled.Thankfully she understood that I was in no position to accompany her and the others to the trip we had planned today. It had completely slipped off my mind and that was why she was here looking for me. I would have no time to be ready for it, so this time I was skipping.After Jasmine’s brief chat and a promise to catch up later, I got up a
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CHRIS’ POVAs we walked back from the café, the crisp evening air did little to cool the heat that was steadily rising within me. The memory of last night’s lovemaking played on an endless loop in my mind, consuming me with an intensity I couldn’t shake. Every glance at Judy seemed to magnify the hunger growing inside me—a craving that only deepened with every passing second.I couldn’t deny it any longer: I was addicted to her in every possible way. The way she moved, the sound of her voice, the softness of her touch—it all ignited a fire in me that refused to die down. Last night had been nothing short of incredible. The way her body had responded to mine, the trust in her eyes as she gave herself to me—it was intoxicating. I couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that I had been the one to steal her virginity, and now, she was blooming into a confident lover with every shared moment of intimacy. There was an undeniable spark in her that made each experience with her better than th
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JUDY’S POVI had no prior experience with giving a blow job, and as much as the idea thrilled me, I couldn’t ignore the apprehension simmering beneath the surface. Would I be able to deliver? Could I meet Chris’ expectations, or would I somehow fall short? My thoughts raced even as I leaned into the moment, nerves and curiosity battling for control. Yet, as I began, the apprehension melted away, replaced by an instinct I didn’t know I had. I found myself relaxing into it, letting the rhythm guide me. To my surprise, I seemed to be doing well—better than I had dared to hope.Afterwards, I couldn’t resist a lighthearted quip to mask the lingering nervous energy. “I guess I need a bit more training,” I said, chuckling softly as I settled back into the passenger seat.Chris glanced over at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Don’t worry,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying a promise that sent a thrill through me. “You’ll get there.”I had anticipated Chris would let hims
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JUDY’S POVChris approached me with a calm demeanour, his movements deliberate as he set the tools on the table. A teaching whip lay coiled neatly next to a hand card, both polished and intimidating in their simplicity. His gaze met mine, steady and questioning.“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low but firm.I nodded, swallowing hard. There was no room for uncertainty in his question.“I need to hear you say it,” he insisted.“Yes, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice steadier than I expected.He nodded, satisfied. “Alright. Before we begin, let’s confirm the safety word.”“It’s violet,” I said, the syllables falling from my lips like a lifeline.Chris took a step closer, his presence commanding yet strangely reassuring. “Good. If at any point you’re uncomfortable or want to stop, use it. This is about trust and communication. Understood?”“Understood,” I affirmed, my heart pounding in my chest.He gestured for me to assume the posture we had discussed. I moved to the centre
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JUDY’S POVAfter hours of intense passion, Chris and I were far from satisfied. Our bodies were exhausted, yet our hunger for each other remained insatiable. The connection between us sparked like electricity, pulling us deeper into an exploration that had no end in sight. However, tonight wasn’t just about what we had already experienced—it was about what was going to unfold.The arrival of new tools had caught me completely off guard. Chris had given me strict instructions not to open the boxes before he arrived, and I had obeyed without question, trusting that he had something special in store. My curiosity had been nearly unbearable, but my desire to please him had outweighed the temptation.Now, as he slowly unveiled the contents before me, my heart throbbed. The anticipation that had been simmering for days finally reached its breaking point. My pulse quickened, heat pooling deep inside me as I took in the sight of what he had planned. The mystery was finally being revealed,
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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 POVAfterwards, with the warmth of the moment still lingering between us, hunger slowly began to take over. Our bodies were exhausted but in desperate need of nourishment. With a shared glance and a quiet chuckle, we pulled ourselves out of bed and made our way to the kitchen, the cool morning air brushing against our skin as we moved.Fortunately, my parents had left for a trip, which spared us from any awkward encounters or explanations. The house felt unusually quiet, the usual background noise of my family missing, leaving just the soft sound of our footsteps against the wooden floor. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief—this was a rare moment of complete privacy, where we didn’t have to worry about interruptions.As I stepped into the kitchen, I instinctively reached for the ingredients to make breakfast. The familiar routine of cooking helped ground me after the intensity of the night before. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air as I moved around the space, cra
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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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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
