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Nathaniel stopped in his tracks and rubbed his eyes. This part of the plan was harder than he’d ever thought it would be.

But it’s even harder for Kira, he thought sadly. He admired her courage, and recognised that despite her anger, which was justified, she still trusted him, because she was here, putting her life in his hands. Trusting him to do the hard thing. Trusting him to prepare her for the ultimate showdown of taking down his father.

He sighed and went to the wardrobe, selecting a bathrobe for Kira. There was a time and a place for discipline. Sometimes, all that was needed to foster good behaviour was praise and gentle correction. Being Kira’s Master meant knowing what methods to use at the appropriate time—the carrot, or the stick.

Kira appeared in the doorway, beautiful and naked as she dripped water everywhere. Her contemptuous expression confirmed what he’d feared.

This was one of those times when he must use the ‘stick’.

Chapter 17

The Carrot and the Stick

Kira

“You are trying to antagonise me, pet,” Nathaniel warned. “That kind of behaviour is not in good faith with our current arrangement.”

“Your problem, not mine,” Kira said, crossing her arms to cover her breasts and trying not to show how much it bothered her that she was naked in front of him.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she was being difficult—it probably had something to do with the fact that he’d fucked her up the ass two times and then left her to suffer through an endless, torturous, incomplete orgasm, twice. She was frustrated beyond reckoning, and not in the mood to be civil.

“Put the robe on, pet,” Nathaniel instructed.

She stared at the bathrobe, wrinkling her nose even though the fluffy towel-like fabric looked soft and warm.

“Or remain naked, if you wish,” he said, giving her an appraising look.

Point taken.

If she hadn’t been through so much already, she might have strutted around naked just to annoy him, but she didn’t have it in her. She donned the robe quickly, tying the sash and crossing her arms again.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Go and dry off by the fire.”

Kira did as she was told, knowing better than to take his armchair as she sank down on the rug.

Nathaniel gathered a towel and a change of clothes for himself. “You will stay here while I shower, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Understood. But ignored.

Her mind instantly seized on what she could do with the precious minutes she had while he was in the bathroom. There was nothing stopping her from leaving his room, or from staying and trashing his things to make a point. Something had roared to life inside of her after he’d punished her. Rather than make her more compliant, it had incited her to rebel.

She wanted to push Nathaniel to his limits just like he was pushing her. Because fuck the plan, she wasn’t going to make this easy for him. He’d fucked with her—literally—and now she was going to get a piece of revenge, just because she could.

Because life wasn’t fair, and the evening had been long and arduous, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at its insanity.

Mischief and havoc would bring her solace.

Or…I could use the time to make myself come.

It was a tempting thought. The pent-up yearning was still there like a dull, throbbing ache, the kind that made her want to mew like a damn cat. She was tired, and desperate.

Desperate enough that playing with herself was obviously the most productive, sensible use of her time.

As she sat there considering her options, she became aware of Nathaniel watching her as he leant against the mantelpiece.