CHRIS’ POVMy love for Judy had become both my strength and my weakness. It drove me to stand between her and the chaos swirling around us, but it also made me reckless. Protecting her had consumed me, yet I couldn’t shake the gnawing guilt. She didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess. And no matter how much I blamed Jason, Katarina, or Bertrand, a part of me couldn’t ignore the role I had played.The memory of Jason’s smug smirk was still fresh. He had made it clear—protecting Bertrand and Katarina was his priority, and bringing me down was his mission. But to target Judy? That crossed every line.“What the hell is wrong with him?” I muttered under my breath, pacing the room.I slammed my hand against the wall, the sound echoing in the silence. Jason had once claimed to love Judy. Love? That word felt like a mockery now. If he truly loved her, how could he stand to destroy her reputation, isolate her, and subject her to this torment?"Chris?" Judy’s voice pulled me from my thou
JUDY’S POVThe courtroom buzzed with an air of tense anticipation as Chris stepped up to the witness stand. I could feel my palms sweating, and my heartbeat seemed impossibly loud. He glanced back at me briefly before sitting, his eyes locking with mine. There was a quiet reassurance in his gaze, a silent promise that he had this under control."State your name for the record," the prosecutor began."Chris Stanley," Chris replied, his voice steady and confident."You’re here today as a witness and as the plaintiff’s boyfriend, correct?""That’s right," he said, his tone casual but firm.The defense lawyer, a wiry man with sharp features and a calculated smirk, immediately stood. "Your Honour, I object to the term boyfriend. This is a court of law, not a high school gossip session."The judge, a stern woman with steel-gray hair, raised an eyebrow. "Overruled. Continue, Mr. Stanley."Chris leaned back slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Don’t worry, Mr. Parker. I’m perfect
JUDY’S POVThe air in the courtroom was suffocating, thick with tension that felt like a storm ready to erupt. I struggled to keep my breathing steady as the defense hurled accusations designed to rattle me. My vision blurred briefly, the weight of their words pressing down hard. Thankfully, Chris’ voice brought me back.Fortunately somehow, I managed to draw in a deep breath, forcing back the darkness creeping at the edges of my mind. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break—not here, not now.A sharp gasp broke through my focus. I turned just in time to see my father clutch his chest, his face pale as he slumped back in his seat."Dad!" I screamed, bolting towards him, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst.Chris appeared beside me almost instantly, his expression a mix of urgency and calm determination. "Give him space!" he barked, his tone cutting through the chaos as onlookers leaned in to gawk. Kneeling beside my father, Chris pressed his fingers
CHRIS’ POVThe matter of the contract had been exposed to the public. Unfortunately, my worst fears had come true. It wasn’t just whispers and rumours anymore; it was out there for everyone to scrutinise, twist, and use against us. I could barely tolerate the humiliation, but I had to keep myself together—for Judy.Judy sat on the edge of the sofa in my apartment, her face pale and her hands trembling as she clutched a mug of tea. Her usually lively eyes were clouded with fear and exhaustion. I knelt in front of her, taking her cold hands in mine.“Judy,” I said softly, “look at me.”She lifted her eyes, glistening with unshed tears.“We’re going to get through this,” I assured her. “I won’t let Jason or anyone else get away with this. But I need you to trust me, okay?”Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Chris, how do we fight something like this? He’s always a step ahead.”I squeezed her hands. “We’ll fight him by being smarter. By getting to the truth.”Once she seemed calmer,
JUDY’S POVThe hours stretched on endlessly, each second feeling like an eternity. The sterile scent of antiseptic and faint hum of hospital machines combined with my anxiety, creating a suffocating atmosphere that seemed to wrap itself around me. I sat by my father’s bedside, gripping his hand tightly as if my hold could somehow tether him to consciousness. My heart pounded unevenly, each beat a painful reminder of the helplessness I felt.He looked so fragile lying there, his complexion pale and his features drawn with worry even as he remained unconscious. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only reassurance that he was still with me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, silently pleading for him to wake up, to tell me he was okay.Across the room, Chris paced restlessly near the window, his phone clutched in his hand. His footsteps were the only movement in the otherwise still room. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he alternated between making calls and star
JUDY’S POVIt was court day once again, the air thick and tense enough to cut with a knife. It had been a gruelling process in all the moments that preceded this one, but this time there was hope — a frail glimmer, but hope all the same.The same suffocating weight from before settled on me again as I sat in the courtroom. My palms curled into fists, fingernails digging into my skin, as I cast a quick look at my father, a few rows back.“God, please… Help us,” a silent prayer escaped from me.He was still recovering from the ordeal, but a steely determination in his eyes told me he wasn’t backing down.Chris sat next to me, scanning a stack of documents with laser focus. From time to time his hand would touch mine, the briefest but most reassuring touch that anchored me. “It’s going to be OK,” he said softly, leaning in so only I could hear. His voice was calm, steady — a jarring contradiction to the storm howling within me.The courtroom doors creaked open, and a hush fell over the
JASON’S POVThe courtroom’s atmosphere felt suffocating, the weight of the case pressing down on everyone present. I watched in frustration as the fishmonger walked in, clutching his phone like a lifeline. His hesitant steps and nervous glances betrayed his fear, but he was here. Somehow, Chris and his people had found him.I gritted my teeth, trying to stay composed. "Who the hell found this guy?" I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing at the frail old man as he took the stand.Parker, our top-tier lawyer, leaned towards me. "We weren’t expecting this," he admitted, his voice low but tense. "I’ll try to discredit him, but if what he has is solid…"I didn’t need him to finish that sentence. My chest tightened as I glanced towards Chris and Judy. She looked hopeful for the first time since this trial began. And Chris? He was calm, collected, and damn near smug."Your Honour," Curt Davis stood up, addressing the judge. "We’d like to present a last-minute witness who has crucial
JUDY’S POVSince everyone knew about us and I feared nothing after the case victory, Chris and I had been meeting very regularly. We had more dates and more sex!This time Chris chose mountain climbing.The climb had been challenging, a test of our endurance and determination, but as we finally reached the summit, all the fatigue melted away. The view before us was nothing short of breathtaking. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the valley below. Golden rays painted the world in hues of amber and rose, blending seamlessly into the soft purples and blues of the approaching twilight. The cool mountain breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and earth.Chris turned to me, his face glowing in the light of the setting sun. His hair was tousled from the climb, and beads of sweat glistened on his brow, but he looked as calm and composed as ever. I, on the other hand, was still catching my breath, my legs trembling slightly from
JUDY’S POV“Chris! At first it was fine, but now it’s torture…”“It serves you right, Judy. You’ve disobeyed and you deserve the punishment. Wasn’t what you were looking for anyway? Didn’t you ask me for this?”I did yes, but I had no idea things would take this turn.The enema tube remained inside me for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it was only about ten minutes. Every second dragged on, stretching my endurance to its limits. A deep discomfort settled over me, making me hyper-aware of every sensation. My body tensed instinctively, fighting against the unfamiliar pressure, and I could feel my breath growing unsteady. The minutes crawled by, each one testing my patience and resilience. It wasn’t just physical—it was a mental challenge as well, a battle between endurance and the overwhelming urge to make it stop.The childhood fear of suppositories resurfaced with full force, wrapping around me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. The memories of discomfort and helpless
JUDY’S POVGosh! What had I gotten myself into? I could never have imagined this world would be so overwhelming, so intense. It felt as though I had been shoved off a cliff into deep, uncharted waters without knowing how to swim. My instincts screamed for survival, urging me to fight against the overwhelming tide, to push through the unknown in search of solid ground. Nevertheless, the more I struggled, the more I realised that this wasn’t just about staying afloat—it was about surrendering to the current, letting it take me where it willed, even if the journey was painful.Every stroke forward felt like a battle against forces far stronger than me, a relentless pull that both tormented and tempted. Yet, deep inside, I knew that beyond the ache and exhaustion, there was something waiting for me—something transformative. Perhaps this struggle wasn’t meant to break me but to shape me, to test my limits before finally granting me the solace my soul unknowingly craved.The experiences
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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