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Jonathan Aurora isn’t home when I get back. She isn’t answering her phone either. And my last email is still without a reply. I’m not to be ignored. If she’s throwing one of her fits or acting out, I’m going to take it out on her arse. Only, she’s not the type who throws a fit without a solid reason. This morning, she came all over my fingers after she licked her plate clean. When I let her go, she smoothed her skirt and grumbled that she needed a change of clothes as she headed back to her room. There was no need for a fit. No matter how she feels wronged, Aurora realises how much she needs the touch only I can provide. She knows that she can’t fight herself when it comes to me. The harder she denies it, the faster her body falls under my command. There’s euphoria in the way she falls, even when she doesn’t want to. I’m slowly shaping her to be my perfect submissive, but at the same time, I don’t want to extinguish her fire. I also don’t want to erase the way she glares up at me every