CLINT'S POV "This session has come to an end," I told her. She perked up at that and clasped her palms on the table. Her cleavage pushed through her gown's plunging neckline. "Would that be all, doctor?" She asked. Where was the pensive Keira from a few moments ago? I wondered. I dragged my gaze away from her breasts and fixed them on the wall behind her. "Yes." She shifted in her seat, and a knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Can I interest you in some extracurricular activity?" She winked at me and sucked seductively on her index finger. My throat instantly went dry, and I gulped. I had noticed the sexual tension throughout the session but decided not to give in. It was not in any way right, for a therapist and his patient. There was so much I could lose if we indulged in our sinful desires and they somehow got out. But damn, Keira was making this fucking difficult to resist. "Hmmm... Daddy?" She moaned and shut her eyes as she circled her tongue around the finger, licking up
KEIRA'S POV My yoga session the next day was scheduled at the beach ten kilometres away from the city. I had been driving for hours and I felt exhaustion wash through me. I regretted not getting a cab like Natasha had suggested. How did her opinion always end up right? The beach house soon came into view and I heaved a sigh of relief. I had already started thinking about how I would tear down my hair if I did not arrive in another hour. And as I picked out my mat and duffel bag, I looked forward to the session- it should help with the exhaustion I felt. After flashing my membership card at the reception, I was directed to a secluded part of the beachfront where my instructor and the other members had already begun stretching. Oh great! Not only did I drive two exhausting hours, I was also late. I hoped the instructor would not notice me as I sneaked in and dropped my bag and spread my mat. His back was turned to us so that was a plus. Some members scowled at me but I ignored them
CLINT’S POVIt was the second time Keira had missed my sessions. She always came earlier than usual but I had not seen a sign of her. Not once, but twice. Something was up. I could feel it in my guts. Her file lay strewn across my desk as I picked it up, flipping through for her number. It was not out of pocket to check in on a client who had continually missed their sessions, I told myself. I would do the same if it was the same case with another client. I dialled her number and it rang as I waited for the line to get connected. It did not. To my utmost disappointment, Keira's phone went straight to her voicemail followed by a loud and annoying beep filling my ears that should have been her voice instead. Was she ignoring me? Our last session had gone amazing, even though in the end, she had acted out. But I thought she was making progress. But with this little act of display, I was starting to doubt myself and my abilities. Or was it because I sent her home? Had she felt embarra
KEIRA’S POV Clint and I agreed on a suitable time he would come to pick me up for our night out. He had texted he was close five minutes ago and I was expecting to hear a honk outside anytime soon. I was dressed in my usual outfit- skinny jeans and a pretty black blouse. Though it would have been fun to go all out with pretty dresses and more makeup, it was also relaxing to do something a little more down low. I had paired my outfit with stylish black, heeled boots. I heard the long-awaited car honk outside and snatched my purse, giving myself one last look in the mirror before stepping out. Clint leaned on his car with his arms crossed, his gaze so intensely focused on me, it made me blush. "You look amazing," he said as he assessed me. He was not doing anything- he had not even touched me and still, I felt like he touched me everywhere. And I wanted him to."I look amazing every other day," I countered with a smug smile. "I know. I just needed to remind you." Swallowing hea
KIERA’s POVI had been studying an academic book that afternoon when my phone vibrated. I usually kept my phone away whenever I had schoolwork to focus on. But today my focus became disoriented seeing Clint's name across my screen. He had just sent me a text. When I read what he sent, my mood went from good to bad in seconds. 'I am not sure I can be your therapist anymore.' It read. There was a sour taste in my mouth that was not there before and my head spun. He had to be kidding me. He had to be fucking kidding me. I shoved my laptop away and slipped on a jacket faster than lightning. What made him think he could text shit like that?I drove to Clint’s office with one goal in mind. It was not the best idea I had ever come up with, but it did not matter now. I needed to get to the end of this. It was four days early before our session but I sauntered into the building nonetheless. The receptionist at the front desk confusedly gave me a look, checking over the date on the calen
KEIRA’s POVI could only stand and stare as he tore out a form from the papers on his desk, hurriedly filling it up despite me being a wailing mess. I knew what the forms were for. To sign me up for another therapist different from him. He was going to make me someone else's problem. "You told me I was going to get better," I forced out and he looked up from the form he filled. "You promised to help me." "Promises are meant to be broken." Clint sounded like he had made up his mind and there was nothing I could do to change it. And then I had an idea. "Fuck it out of me instead," I sniffed, walking closer to him. "That is the best way to go instead of abandoning me. Fuck out of my sex addiction." His eyes snapped shut. "Keira..." "We just need to try it." I whimpered, desperation filling my voice. I could not lose Clint. When his eyes opened again, all trace of resistance was gone, replaced with lustful need. "You asked for it." He yanked me towards him, penetrated his hands th
KEIRA’s POVThere was nothing stopping me from going to Clint's apartment, yet I kept giving it a second thought which was so unlike me. I never gave anything a second thought. I simply acted. Most especially when it came to sex and finding pleasure. So as I stared at his home address for the umpteenth time that week, I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe Clint's therapy was working its magic on me. I was combating my urges and impulses as we discussed in a session and not bursting in through his door like a sex-starved maniac. If controlling how regularly I masturbated also counted as my urges, then I had been doing a really terrible job throughout the week. Sitting in my car's driver's seat, I checked the time on my phone and sighed. I was running late for school because of Natasha. This was what happened when one of us had a driver's licence and the other did not. I saw her dash out of the house and hurry into the passenger's seat, heavily breathing in and out. "I have jus
KEIRA’s POVFrat parties were always wild but I was not complaining. They were iconic, and probably the most stereotypical college party ever. Large barrels of alcohol were lined up on one part of the wall, and smoothies for students who could not handle alcohol were lined up on the other as music blasted through the speakers. And me? I was on my second glass of beer that evening. I was initially aiming for five but Brendon watched me like a hawk. He said something about not going past my limits. Like he knew what my limits were. Such a killjoy. His eyes stayed on me as he weaved his way through the crowd of drunk, horny students. "Did you drive here?" he yelled in my ears because of the loud music. "You can't drive home after drinking." "I am more responsible than you think, smarty pants.""I am more surprised you agreed to come."I frowned slightly as his words sank in. "You asked me to.""I know," Brendon said. "I just thought you had better stuff to do. You have been very bus