Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 36

KEIRA’s POV

I woke up before Papa did and left the house for my session today. I was eager to get to the clinic as soon as possible. I was not ready to tell him I had had s*x in his absence despite promising not to.

I admit I had been a naughty girl. But he was here now and ready to give me everything I wanted.

With that in mind, I got to his office earlier than usual because I craved his presence. Clint was dressed in his usual suit and a tie that sat perfectly on his body.

His coffee maker spewed out the liquid into his cup as he looked up at me, drawing his brows together. “You are early. There is still a solid twenty minutes before our session begins.”

“I know that.”

I slipped out one of his many business cards scattered on his desk, bringing it up to my face to have a peek at it. “Let us start a bit earlier today,” I told him, tucking the business card away in my purse.

“Have a seat, then.” Clint gulped down on his coffee, his eyes never leaving me. “Did you have a good weekend?”

I nodded. “I did.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I spent the weekend at my dad’s,” I said. “I learned golf too.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, setting down his cup. “Really? Did you enjoy it?”

“More than I should have.”

“Interesting. And what have the past weeks I had gone away looked like?”

I knew he was indirectly asking about my s****l urges. I was not ready to go into that. Or disappoint him.

So I went for the safest answer. “They were boring without our sessions, to be honest. I have grown fond of talking to you.”

Clint’s lips curved up in a smile. “That is one of the many things a therapist likes to hear.”

“I have grown quite fond of other things too, if you know what I mean.” I sent him a sly smile.

I saw the tick in his jaw. It was not hard to miss as I smirked in response. Clint definitely knew what I meant. “Has it always been this way with your previous s*x partners? If one deprives you of s*x, what do you do?”

“I go on to the next who is ready to f**k me.”

“Are you telling me you applied that in the weeks I was away?”

I did not respond. I could not even meet his eye as I hoped he would let it go.

“Keira?” He called out to me when I did not give him a response. “Answer the question.”

“Maybe?”

Clint took in a deep breath and wrote down words in his book. I wondered what he always wrote down there. I would ask if I could. His eyes came up to mine again, settling on my face.

“It is good to know how much effort you have put into controlling your s****l impulses,” he said. “How often do you touch yourself?”

“A lot.” I chewed on the insides of my mouth, contemplating if I was supposed to add more to that information. “It doubled recently.”

“Do you use that as an outlet instead of s*x?”

“It is the only other way I get to have a release.”

Clint seemed to agree with me because he nodded. “You would have to be careful enough not to let it turn into another addiction. Now, let us talk about your step brother.”

My heart dropped out of my chest as the events from that day came crashing down on me just at the mention of my step brother. Swallowing, I forced myself to give him a reply. “Can we not talk about it?”

“He is the reason you are here. I think it is time you face your fears, Keira.” His voice was calmer and softer now, coercing me to bare all of myself to him. The things that hurt me, whatever made me cry, whatever made me stay up late at night. Like he was there to make it all go away. “You are not what was done to you. You should not give him the chance to ruin your life, Keira.”

“Sometimes I feel it is my fault.”

“You are not to be blamed for what happened.”

“I know.” I brought my voice lower when I realised I was almost yelling. “I know. But the guilt is there, and it is eating away at me day by day.”

“You do not have to carry that burden all by yourself anymore. That is why I am here. I am here to listen and help you get better. To take that burden off your shoulders.”

His words sounded so convincing that I did not have a second thought about trusting him. That was the first time hearing someone say those words to me. It calmed the turbulence inside me. I was not alone. I had Clint, and that was enough.

“Have you ever considered hypnotherapy?”

I shook my head. “Not at all.”

“Well, you should. It aims to access your unconscious mind and change the thought patterns and behaviours believed to be causing the problem.” I was fully invested in what he was saying and he was not even done yet. “Hypnotherapy uses the power of suggestion to alter the way you think and react to certain situations. It worked for all of my clients who had the same past experience as you do. I am sure you would be no exception.”

That did not sound like a bad idea. “Can we do it now?”

“Unfortunately, our session has come to an end, and I have somewhere to be right about now.”

I checked my wrist watch and saw that he was right. How did the time go by so fast? “Where are you going?”

“I am not obliged to disclose my whereabouts to a client,” he said while packing up his stuff.

“You have had your tongue and finger in me. I am not just a ‘client’.”

“Say that loud enough for everyone to hear, would you?”

I smiled brightly. I would never understand why he always got paranoid over things like this. But I guessed he took the saying ‘Always separate business from pleasure’ seriously. I did not give a rat’s a*s, though. I would continue to tease him as much as I wanted.

“Can I come along with you?” I tagged along out of his office. “It is a lecture free day so I have all the time in the world.”

“How do you go from being depressed to this in just minutes?” Clint asked with a chuckle, waving the receptionist goodbye and she waved back.

“I flip my emotions on and off like a switch when needed.” We reached the parking lot and I rushed to stand in his way, not allowing him to go any further. “I am being serious here. Where are you going?”

Clint blew out a breath, staring down at me. He was too damn tall, I felt like a dwarf around him sometimes.

“I have a business meeting with your dad,” he said. “I promised I would be there.”

“Tell him something important came up and whisk me away somewhere,” I suggested with a smirk, pulling him closer with his tie and lowering my voice. “Preferably to your house. What do you say about spanking me in your shower?”

His eyes darkened and I could see he was considering it, having a debate in his head. Just a little more push and he would bend to my will. “Keira, there are cameras all over the building.”

True to his words, I spotted one above his head, emitting a tiny red light. “Then take me somewhere private. I know you want to.”

Clint took my chin in his hands and angled his head down until I thought he was going to k**s me, then he stopped midway and smirked at my face which had turned a bright shade of red.

“Go home, Keira. I have work to do.”

I clamped down on my jaw, unable to tamper down the rush of heat and immediately rose up to my neck. It took me a few good seconds to recover, but eventually, I did and Clint had already gotten to his car.

Such a tease!

He drove out of his spot and accelerated straight toward where I stood, yet I did not move out of the way. With a sharp swerve of his hand, he deviated from my direction and I could only glare at him. Then Clint outstretched a hand from the window and waved it as he disappeared into the highway.

If I had not wanted him so badly, I would have found someone else to fulfil my needs. I remembered imagining him f*****g me instead when my f**k buddy came over. I did not want that to repeat itself even if he was just one call away.

This was the torture I got from wanting someone I could not fully have.