All Chapters of Beneath the Whip: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

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

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

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