Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 38

When dinner was finally about to begin, my stomach was growling with hunger and I was sick and tired of the long a*s prayer. Brendon’s dad had been at it for minutes and I zoned out minutes ago. I peeked open one eye to glance at Natasha who was sitting opposite me at the table. The guy she spoke with earlier sat beside her and he seemed older when I got a clear view of him now.

Natasha and older men? That was new.

After the painfully prolonged prayer, I heard a chorus of ‘amen’ and I murmured out one too like I had been paying attention.

Noise filled the room again. Children crying anytime their parents attempted to wipe off crumbs from their mouths. Brendon’s baby cousin refused to get off his lap, and another one did not want to get out from underneath the table.

If I had been their mothers, I certainly would have been a little mortified at their behaviour. But I was just an innocent bystander and could replace a little humour in the whole ruckus. It was downright entertaining, even if nobody else agreed with me.

“You like wings, don’t you?” Brendon dumped pieces of chicken wings on my plate. “Have those.”

“Thanks,” I muttered. “About earlier…”

I had been wanting to clear things up since our last conversation as Brendon was avoiding it for some reason.

“We do not have to talk about it. I understand if it is awkward for you to keep seeing my family with them acting like we are still together.” He did not spare me a glance while he said that, feeding cheese to the little girl on his lap. It smeared over her cheeks.

“You know I love your family.” It was not a lie. I really did. I have never felt more accepted anywhere than I did with them. “It is just…I messed things up, and I am not proud of it. I am not proud of myself.”

He looked at me this time. I could not read the expression in his eyes. “Stop saying that. It is not your fault.”

He had tried to convince me countless times that it was not, but I still felt it was.

There was something different about tonight. I did not know what it was. I was not sure if I even wanted to know what it was. Something was just different.

I was starting to think it was paranoia on my part that I was more aware of my problems than I had ever been before. I was never going to have a normal relationship without ruining things.

Natasha mouthed me an ‘are you okay’ when she saw how pale my face had gone and I forced out a smile with a nod. She continued conversation with the man beside her, laughing and having the time of her life.

Dinner went on smoothly as my mind wandered somewhere else. What was Clint doing for Thanksgiving? I had not spoken to him in hours.

I reached out for my purse and my fingers grazed over Clint’s business card. I should be able to call him whenever I want to talk, right? He was my therapist. He should not mind listening to me talk even if it was out of work hours. I knew he would point that out.

“I am going to step outside for a bit,” I told Brendon beside me.

“Why? Is it too noisy in here?”

“Of course not.” The crying of yet another baby debunked my words. “Well, yeah it is. But that is not the reason I need to step out.”

“Alright then.”

I left my food unfinished, dropping the fork by the sides of the plates and slipping out the dining table.

I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way out through the front door. Natasha’s too. The sky had darkened hours ago and the full moon gleamed down on the porch. I settled down on the steps, searched for Clint’s contact on my phone and dialled it. It was not that late for him to already be asleep.

The last time I checked, I went to his house past midnight and the man was still awake.

It rang a few times before I heard a shuffle on the other side of the call. His deep voice filled my ears next.

“Clint Homer speaking.”

“Hey. It is Keira.”

He went silent for a few seconds, probably trying to figure out why I was calling by that hour of the night. “Is everything okay? How are you?”

Was he programmed to keep asking questions like that?

“Do not ask it that way,” I said. Clint was speaking to me in his professional tone and I did not want that.

“What way?”

“Like we are having a session in your office and you are trying to get me to open up.”

I heard him deeply sigh. “What do you want, Keira?”

I wanted numerous things from him I could not even begin to list out, most of which had to do with spanking and teasing. Loads of spanking. But I shook my head off the intrusive thoughts.

Focus, Keira.

“I just want to talk. And I want you to listen. Can you do that?” I finally said into the phone.

“That is kind of my job.”

I nodded even if he could not see me. “Yeah, it is. Are you busy?”

“I am. But that does not matter. I could still listen.”

I got a warm feeling in my chest from his generous gesture. He was ready to go out of his way to listen to me talk. Then the feeling in my chest accelerated. Maybe it was because I had just been reminded that I wanted to have s*x with the man and I could not. Well, I could. But we were miles far apart.

Good grief, I thought to myself. Get a grip.

“What if I am unable to change after all these?” I asked. “What if I do not get to experience a happy and healthy relationship because I go back to my old, destructive patterns?”

Clint went silent on the other end before speaking again. I almost mistook the pregnant pause for the call breaking up. “The first step to getting better is to rid yourself of those thoughts. It is not doing you any good. If you do not believe you will get over this, you never would, Keira. Your mind is the most powerful weapon you have.”

I had heard one of those in my Psych classes and I thought it was all bullshit. Hearing it from him now made it a bit believable. I wondered why I did not start therapy earlier.

“Our next session is on Thursday,” Clint continued speaking. “You will need hypnotherapy as soon as possible.”

“What is the success rate?” I needed to be sure it was for the best.

“After an average of six sessions? Ninety three percent.”

Those were good numbers that were convincing enough.

“So…” I put my husky voice on, smiling into the phone. “What are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

“Buried in unidentified paperwork.” I heard more shuffling of papers in the background. “What about you?”

“I am three hours away at my friend’s for Thanksgiving dinner,” I replied. I smiled again as I got an idea. “If I knew you would be spending it alone, I would have gone over to your place.”

I waited patiently for his response because it took a whole lot of time before it came. My heart was seconds away from bursting out of my chest in anticipation of what he might say.

“What is stopping you?”

Shit. Was that another invitation? It better be. I could barely hold myself here. “I will be on my way.”

I hung up and sprinted back into the house. Dinner was over. Brendon was not in sight but Natasha walked up to me. “Hey, babes.”

“I have to go now. You guys can take the bus back home.”

She grabbed my arm, holding me back from leaving. “Wait, what? You can’t just leave us here.”

Natasha was right, but I was not thinking straight because Clint had just invited me to his house. That was massive in itself. “Take an Uber. Board a cab. There are various means of transportation to get you home.”

“Why are you in such a hurry?” she asked. Knowing her, she would not let me leave if she knew I was heading straight to Clint’s to get some action.

So I held back that piece of information. “My dad needs me,” I quickly said. “Today is a holiday and the least I could do is spend it with him, right?”

Natasha stared at me for a few seconds. I almost thought she caught on to my lie before she nodded. “Okay. Drive safe.”

Seconds later, I was heading into my car and turning on the ignition. Tonight better be the best f*****g night in my entire life.