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Aurora I finally received another recording. It’s been weeks since the last one. Damn weeks. I almost gave up on the hope that there would be something else. The moment Paul called and told me I had a wooden box package, I drove to my flat so fast, I wouldn’t be surprised if a speeding ticket shows up in my inbox. I sit in the middle of my lounge area, finger hovering over the Play button on my remote. Unlike the previous times, I’m not so ecstatic about listening to my sister’s voice. It’s the guilt, isn’t it? It’s catching up to me in every step I take. With every orgasm Jonathan wrenches out of me, and every slap of his hand against my arse. It’s been weeks of being dominated by him in ways that make me not only delirious, but also beg for more. Weeks of scorching hot meals and games where he ends up getting what he wants — which is usually my body. Weeks of running me hot baths where he loosens me up just so he can fuck me all over again. And with every week, the fact that he was m