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JUDY’S POVWhen I slowly regained my senses, I found the room eerily quiet, save for the soft, steady rhythm of my breathing, and the comforting presence of Chris beside me. It was as though time had paused, the outside world no longer mattered in the quiet aftermath of the moment we had shared. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand resting gently on mine, a small, almost affectionate smile playing on his lips."You're back," he said softly, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and a hint of relief. There was something reassuring in his words, something that grounded me.I blinked several times, trying to gather my scattered thoughts, piecing together the fragmented moments that had come before and after. "How long was I out?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, still wrapped in the haze of the experience."Not long," Chris replied, brushing a stray lock of hair away from my face in a tender gesture. "Just a few minutes."A blush crept up my cheeks as I processed the sit
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CHRIS’ POVAfter Judy drifted off to sleep, her soft breathing filling the quiet room, I slipped out of bed and headed to the bar. Then, I poured myself a glass of wine, the dark liquid swirling in the glass as I stared at it, lost in thought. The night was calm, but my mind was not. My mood, once relaxed by her presence, had been drawn back to a place I had worked so hard to bury—a memory that refused to stay silent.Judy’s question from earlier lingered in my thoughts, reopening a wound I had tried to ignore. It wasn’t her fault, of course. She had no way of knowing how deeply it would cut. But her words had transported me back to that terrible day, the day I was kidnapped. The fear, the helplessness, and the suffocating sense of vulnerability came rushing back in vivid detail, as if it had happened only yesterday. I could almost feel the rough grip of my captors, hear their voices taunting me, smell the stale air of the room where I had been held. It was a memory I had tried to
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JUDY’S POV"You’re really going to let this slide, aren’t you?" Jasmine’s voice pierced through the stillness of the room, a blend of incredulity and frustration. She paced back and forth, the worn carpet muffling her footsteps as she gestured animatedly.I sat cross-legged on my bed, my back propped against the cool wall, watching her. Despite the warmth of her determination, I couldn’t muster the same level of enthusiasm. I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Jas, I’m not saying it’s not important. I’m just... tired."She stopped mid-stride, turning to face me, her hands on her hips. "Tired? Seriously? Do you think the judges care if you’re tired? Do you think the other competitors care? This is about your future. Our future!""I know," I murmured, lowering my gaze to the notebook in my lap. Its pages were filled with half-formed ideas and scribbled notes, none of which felt particularly inspired."Then act like it!" Jasmine exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air before flopping onto
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JUDY’S POVI didn’t know what the future would hold—not for me, not for Chris, and certainly not for whatever fragile thing we were trying to build between us. It felt like standing at the edge of a vast, uncharted ocean, unsure whether to step forward or retreat to the safety of solid ground. The uncertainty was almost paralysing, yet it carried with it a strange allure, a sense of possibility that lay just beyond the horizon.I wanted to go to university, to chase dreams that had taken shape in the quiet hours of study and the fleeting moments of inspiration. My path was one of textbooks, lectures, and a life shaped by academia. I had visions of dorm rooms filled with late-night debates, libraries that smelled of old paper and ambition, and the boundless potential that came with meeting people who shared my hunger for knowledge. This was my world, a space where curiosity and ambition intertwined to shape my identity.Chris, though, was tethered to a different reality. His future h
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JUDY’S POVThe court session was fast approaching, and the weight of the impending trial weighed heavily on me. I had made an appointment to meet with my lawyer, Curt Davis, to go over the last details before the case would be presented in court. Curt was a seasoned attorney, sharp, thorough, and, above all, dedicated to securing justice for his clients. As I walked into the conference room, I felt a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, my mind spinning with all the possible outcomes of the case. We exchanged brief pleasantries, but soon the conversation turned serious. Curt began outlining the strategy, reminding me of the crucial points, the risks, and the possible twists that could arise.“We need to stay focused,” Curt said, adjusting his glasses and leaning forward. “The opposing side is going to throw everything they can at us. Legal maneouvres, distractions, anything to make us falter. You have to be prepared for that. We can’t let them get away with it.”I nodded, my mind ra
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JUDY’S POV“We’re together in this. You don’t worry, Judy.”“But—”Despite my repeated refusals, Chris was resolute in his decision to come with me. I knew, deep down, that it wasn’t safe for me to go to such a secluded place on my own. The factory, with its abandoned walls and dark corners, was far from an ideal meeting spot. However, beyond the obvious danger to myself, I couldn't shake the growing concern that if Chris came along, he might be putting himself in harm's way because of me.I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that whoever was behind this could have a hidden agenda, one that might involve more than just misleading me. What if this wasn’t a simple trap, but a setup designed to harm both of us? What if there were others involved—some kind of gang or group working behind the scenes, setting us up for something much worse? The thought of Chris getting hurt because he was simply trying to protect me gnawed at my conscience, and I couldn’t shake the fear that I w
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JUDY’S POV“Jason?” Both Chris and I exclaimed in shock, our voices overlapping with disbelief. We both stood frozen, staring at the figure standing in front of us, a familiar face.Jason, who had once been a part of our lives, now stood in the doorway of the abandoned factory, a malicious grin stretching across his face. He looked exactly the same as I remembered, his cold eyes piercing through me with an unsettling calmness. But it wasn’t just the surprise of seeing him that made my heart race—it was the sudden, sharp twist in my stomach as he stepped forward, pulling something out of his jacket pocket.In his hand, he held a document. The very sight of it sent a wave of panic rushing through me. I could see the outline of the words even from a distance, the unmistakable logo at the top—the sadomasochistic agreement that Chris and I had signed a long time ago. The one that was meant to remain a secret. The one that had been buried in the past, far from the eyes of anyone who migh
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JUDY’S POVThat night, after our tense encounter with Jason, Chris and I left the factory in silence. The weight of Jason’s threat hung over us like a storm cloud, oppressive and inescapable. His words echoed in my mind. You’ve got only a few days before the court hearing. It isn’t just a warning; it is a countdown to disaster.Chris glanced at me as we walked back to the car, his expression grim. “We need to figure out our next move,” he said, his voice low but steady.I nodded, but my mind was racing. “I just… I need time to think,” I murmured.We got into the car, and the drive back was heavy with unspoken fears. Neither of us knew exactly how to proceed. Jason’s leverage over us—first the agreement, now this ultimatum—felt like a noose tightening around our necks.When I got home, I barely had time to process the events of the night, my father wanted to talk. The suddenness of his request sent a ripple of unease through me. It was so unusual.I met him in the living room, wher
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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
