She pauses when she doesn’t find her phone. “I lost it again.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you find it. I’ll call you.”
“It’s on silent mode.”
“Where was the last place you saw it?”
“At home. No. At the storage room. Or was it in the bathroom?”
I laugh. Kenza plays a constant lost and found game with her phone. “I’ll go check the storage room and you check the bathroom.”
We part ways and I head to the small supply space that was originally filled with cleaning equipment. Now it contains all the baskets and gifts people have brought in for the children.
Something glints on the ground and I get on my hands and knees to check it out. Nope. Not the phone. It’s a lollipop wrapper.
I’m about to stand back up when the door clicks behind me and Jonathan’s strong voice fills the space.
“I like the view.”
26
Aurora
My spine jerks upright at Jonathan’s now very recognisable voice.
It doesn’t matter how much I hear it or how much time I spend in his company. It will always hold a frightening edge that’s meant to be obeyed.
Worshipped even.
Despite my ear
lier retorts, I admit taking refuge in the public setting. Now that we’re all alone, I have absolutely no defence against my tyrant.
I scramble to my feet, realising the position I’m in — on my knees with my arse in his full view.
The moment I stand up, a scorching warmth appears at my back like a volcano nearing an eruption. I don’t even get to turn around as Jonathan grabs both my wrists and pins them with one hand at the small of my back.
My breathing shortens and that now-familiar heat shoots through my limbs and settles between my legs.
“Do you think it’s okay to defy me, Aurora?” His voice lowers as his lips graze the shell of my ear. “Is that it?”
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, but you do. That’s why you’re doing it on purpose. Do you like to see me lose control?” He pushes his hips forwards and I suck in a crackled breath at the feel of the hard bulge nestling against my arse.
“Or do you perhaps like to be punished?” His other hand yanks my dress up. Shivers cover my skin, but it has nothing to do with the cold air and everything to do with how he grabs my arse as if that’s what he was always meant to do.
“I did nothing to be punished for,” I speak firmly, even though my legs have turned into jelly.
“Nothing to be punished for?” His hand comes down on my arse and I yelp, my thighs shaking and coated with the evidence of my arousal.
“N-nothing,” I breathe out.
Slap.
I gasp, the sound ending in a moan. “…aaah.”
“You’re mine, so act like it, mean it, fucking breathe it if you have to. You do not get to defy me in public again. Do you understand?”