Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 8

Keira’s POV

Please, Clint. Please f**k me today. My brain seemed to chant.

It was my second appointment and I still could not help but gape at the sexy Greek god, who regarded me silently. He sat behind his work desk donning a pair of glasses and white coat.

The silence in the room stretched and I was beginning to feel embarrassed under his gaze. I shifted uncomfortably, lowering my gaze. I wondered what was going through his mind. If he could see through me and think I was cheap and desperate.

When I thought he would not still speak, he said. “Sit, Keira. Let us talk.” He said.

I obeyed, crossing my feet at the ankles. He looked at me with amusement swirling in his blue eyes. I reciprocated with a straight face, trying so hard to hide the embarrassment I felt.

After the pleasantries, he probed. “Do you usually feel jealousy or attachment to all your s*x partners?”

I shifted in my seat. “Not at all.” I replied.

His smile softly. “You remember we agreed you would tell me nothing but the truth.”

Clint placed his hand on the table and leaned in. “You are indeed a unique one.” He said.

I was not sure if it was the glint in his eyes or the way his voice had dropped down a notch that made me squirm. My p***y moistened and my tongue darted out to run across my lips.

His eyes darkened and my lips broke into a seductive smirk. Maybe, just maybe, I will succeed and Clint will grant me my heart’s desires. I uncrossed my ankles and sat up in my chair, spreading my legs just a bit and placing my hand down firmly on each. He watched me wordlessly, his eyes attuned to my every move.

“Keira…” he whispered as his nose flared at the scent of my arousal. His palms were in a fist and he gulped. My tummy clenched as I waited in anticipation for his resolve to finally snap, so he could take me hurriedly on his table.

“Clint…” I responded, leaning in.

He relaxed in his chair and shut his eyes, mouthing curse words that only made me smile. I was f*****g going to only make this difficult for him. When he opened his eyes, they had returned to their signature blue.

“Can we get to the business of the day?” His voice was professional, but I could register the husky undertone.

I pouted and sat back. Why was he so adamant on denying us both the pleasure we both greatly desired? I could feel the electric pull between us, it was f*****g palpable. It was getting annoying, the back and forth.

What if I actually stopped trying to seduce him and actually made the first move myself? Would that seem desperate? Would he throw me out of his office and never want to see me again? I needed him to f**k me at least once before that happened.

“Alright, doctor.” I obliged, shifting in my seat.

After a pause, he opened a book and took out a pen from his white coat. “So…how has the past few days been for you? Have you indulged since we last met?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Well, yes I did.”

He cocked his brow. “With who?”

“My course advisor. A professor.”

He tucked away the surprise and carefully asked, “Is he married?”

I shook my head. “I don’t do married men.”

He wrote in his book. “Okay. I thought we had agreed in the last session to stay away from s*x for now?” Clint asked, his tone sounded a bit chiding.

“We did.” I bit my lower l*p.

“Why did you indulge, then?”

“Someone made me very horny.” My voice was only above a whisper but audible enough for him to hear.

He did not act like he knew who I was speaking of, and he did not ask either. Instead he asked, “Do you see porn?”

I grimaced. “Ew no. They are stupid exaggeration of what the activity should be like. It disgusts me.”

He smiled and jotted down. He looked like he held a different opinion.

“Do you not feel the same, doctor?”

“I will do the questioning here, Keira.” He told me, amused.

“But that will be boring,” I countered. “And no one likes boring.”

He chuckled. “Agreed. How about we make things interesting?”

“Sounds fun,” I perked up, getting excited.

He stood and rounded the table to my side. “You will need to stay still for this exercise, alright?”

I nodded, sitting upright. He was behind me now. With bated breath, I waited. What was he going to do next?”

“What if I touched you here?” His deft fingers massaged my scalp and raked down my hair. “How does it feel?”

I sighed leisurely, visibly relaxing under his touch. “Relaxing.” I responded.

“And here?” He asked, swiping across my neck and brushing over my hard nipples.

“Electrifying,” I mumbled, pushing my head back to look him in the face.

When his hand travelled down my tummy and kept going lower, my breaths came out in short puffs. His face was merely inches away from mine and I wanted to k**s him.

“And how about here?” His fingers had trailed under my gown, making its way into my panties. I did not respond. I just watched him weigh my reactions.

His fingers dipped into my p***y and he g*****d. “You are all wet for me already.”

“Yes daddy,” I m****d, closing my eyes in pleasure as he hooked the finger and stroked me.

He soon extracted it and I opened my eyes, his beautiful face in my line of vision.

I could not help it any longer. I was going for it. “F**k this.”