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
CLINT's POV. There were tons of things I knew Keira was capable of doing, but coming to my house drunk at one a.m in the morning never made the list. I was expecting her, yes. I knew she would come. I wanted her to come. She reeked of alcohol and I wanted to get drunk off her, tear off the flimsy dress to shreds. Keira's lips curved up in a seductive smile, still running her hands up and down my chest in a slow, murderous torture. "Let us not do anything rash while you are drunk," I suggested because if there was anything worse than having the hots for your client, it was taking advantage of a drunk lady. Besides, I did not want her influenced by alcohol when I was ready to fuck her brains out. She needed to feel every part of me and remember it. Keira giggled, too drunk to even notice how my eyes watched her like a predator. Under very different circumstances, I would rip off that hair tie, then I would gather her hair in my hands. I would be pulling on that later, I told mys
KEIRA's POVI woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and a wicked hangover. When I opened my eyes and looked around, I noticed I was not in my room, my surroundings looking very unfamiliar as my eyes assessed the place. The ringing of my phone beside me caused me to flinch, doing worse to my headache because of its loudness. Brendon's name was displayed on the caller id when I picked it up. "Where are you? I can't believe you just went missing during the party last night without telling me you were leaving," Brendon said all once immediately after I brought the phone to my ears. "Can you chill?" I rubbed my forehead with a sigh. "I could not find you, okay? So I left.""Natasha told me you are not home either.""Yeah, uhm..." I racked my head for something to say when Clint walked in holding a glass of water and aspirin. He mouthed me a 'good morning' as I just stared in return. "I am going to have to call you back."Brendon uttered a couple of words in protest but I h
CLINT's POV As I sat behind my mahogany desk, my eyes remained fixed on Keira, who was seated right in front of me. For some reason, I could not take my eyes off her, even for a second. I could tell from her reactions that my gaze turned her on, but seeing her reactions was quite delightful to me.My eyes travelled from her plump, perfectly shaped lips to her cleavage, which was out on display due to the V-cut dress she had on. As a sex therapist, there was a list of boundaries you do not cross with your client. But Keira had something about her, something that broke my steely walls down. Besides, I was only going along with her healing method. While keeping eye contact with her, I slowly got out of my chair and began to walk toward her."I like that idea," Keira's voice broke through the silence and tension that had settled between us.She looked up at me, eyelashes fluttering in such a flirty manner. I stood tall in front of Keira, as she remained seated. My eyes took in her body
KEIRA’s POVI forced my heavy eyelids open the moment I felt lightweight. I blinked and saw that I was being carried by Clint, but where were we going? He seemed to notice my movements and looked down at me. I flinched from his hard gaze and tore my eyes away from him."Seems like you are up now?"I gave him a confused look and he smirked."You passed out after our little therapy session," Clint said with a grin.My face flushed a bright red the moment I recalled everything we had done a few minutes ago. I could still feel it, the way his dick fit perfectly inside my cunt, the pleasure he had given me. My whole body burned with it and I yearned for more. I could feel my pussy twitch at the thought of having Clint's hard member inside me again. The thought was enough to make me swallow.Clint climbed up a set of lavishly decorated stairs and it occurred to me that I had no idea where on earth he was taking me to. "Where are you taking me to?" I inquired, a bit desperately."To finish