Keira’s POV
I groaned at the annoying ringing of my cell phone. Blindly reaching for it on my bedside table, I peered through one eye to see it was my best friend calling me up at 7:45 am on a Monday.
Usually when it is a school day and my classes are in the afternoon, I always sleep in. Natasha knew this so I wondered why she was calling me this early.
Begrudgingly, I slid my thumb across the green icon. “What?” My groggy voice questioned.
“Do not tell me you are still in bed, Kiera,” Natasha’s calm voice sounded over the phone.
“Okay, I will not,” I responded sleepily.
Natasha heaved a frustrated sigh before reminding me. “Kiera, your appointment with the therapist is today by eight thirty.”
Sleep instantly vanished from my eyes. Those words woke me up. “Oh shit.” I shot up from my bed, putting my friend on speaker phone as I scrambled to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth.
“Did you really forget? I thought this was supposed to be a big day for us. The day you take the first step to get help.” She continued.
My mind immediately thought of Clint at her words. Did I really need to get help? My condition had led me to an amazing guy on Saturday night. Getting help might mean I may never see him again, as I was sure one major step on this journey would be to cut all ties with my sexual partners.
“Are you listening to me, Kiera?” Natasha pulled me out of my reverie. “You do not have to be scared. You can get better. All you need to do is make it to the appointment today. One step at a time.”
Listening to Natasha root for me was wholesome. As much as I knew my friend meant well, I was not so sure I could be helped at this point. Everyone at school already knew about it; my high sexual drive had no boundaries. I would gladly fuck any guy who showed even a little interest in me.
I rinsed my mouth and returned the brush.
“I will give it my best shot, Natasha. Or you will not let me hear the end of it. Now I have to go get ready.” I said, stripping out of my pyjamas.
“Alright. I will keep in touch.” She said and hung up.
I zoomed in and out of the shower and while I towelled my body, a maid called from my bedroom. "Breakfast is served, ma'am. Your father awaits you in the greenhouse." She informed me.
I stepped out of the bathroom just as she opened the door to leave. “Do inform him that I am leaving for school and will not be able to make it to breakfast.”
“Yes, ma’am. Will you be home for dinner?” She enquired while I scouted my wardrobe for something sexy, yet befitting for a Monday.
“I will be at my apartment the rest of the week. Relate that to Papa too.” I informed her. She hummed in response and I heard the familiar click of my door as she exited.
I opted for a black top with a plunging neckline, a black mini leather skirt with matching net leggings and black stiletto heels. Donning light makeup and a plunging necklace, I raked a hand down my auburn hair and picked a white purse. It was 8:10 when I marched out of my room to the garage.
The valet held the door to my car as I got in and handed me the keys. Quickly pressing the button, I smiled smugly as the Ferrari’s engine roared to life. Then I sped out of the compound onto the highway, hoping that LA’s morning traffic was not as bad today.
I soon arrived at the clinic and briskly walked to the receptionist who smiled on seeing me and I returned the gesture.
“Good morning ma’am. What can I do for you today?” She asked.
“I have an appointment for eight thirty.” I responded.
She checked her watch. “Lucky you. You almost missed it. Your name please?”
“Kiera Temple.”
She mouthed my name as she typed into her system. “Okay. Your therapist will see you now. The third floor, third door on the right.” She pointed to a wide hallway.
I expressed my gratitude and hurried down the hall to the elevator. I clicked on the floor and tapped my foot as I waited patiently. Natasha was the only reason I was doing this, I reminded myself as the doors dinged open.
I took my right and knocked on the third door. Not waiting for a response, I pushed it open and walked in. The office was moderately sized and tastefully furnished in white. Several catalogues on topics about sex lined the walls. On the shelf were different books as well as various vagina and penis dummies of different sizes. I blushed at the sight and directed my eyes to the man in the room.
The man behind the desk was intently studying a folder before him. His brown curls reminded me of a certain someone and I immediately tucked the image away. I was here to get help and that was what I would do.
“Good morning, doctor.” I greeted, going further to take a seat.
I was however not prepared for the surprise awaiting me as the man raised his head to look me in the face.
My therapist was none other than Clint fucking Homer!
Keira’s POVHe had not changed a bit. Except this time he flexed a pair of monochromatic glasses, and an orange shirt with its top two buttons open. He looked very yummy and my mind was already buzzing with naughty ideas. But I stopped my reeling thoughts, red hot anger washing over me instead as I watched him. Was this some kind of a sick joke? I saw a glint of shock in his eyes as he shifted in his seat, repositioning the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “What the hell is this?” I could not contain my fury. “Is that my file? Did you know about me before now?” “Calm d…” he tried to say but I was not having it. “Do not tell me to fucking calm down. How could someone who was willing to get down with me on the first day be my therapist? How exactly are you supposed to help me?” I raged. How stupid did I seem to him right now?He looked apologetic as he raised his hands in surrender. “Hey…take a breath. This is not what it looks like.”I scoffed, giving him a death glare. “So y
Keira’s POVMy foot pressed down on the accelerator as I zoomed past cars on the way to school. My knuckles had turned white from holding the steering wheel too hard as I remembered how he had dismissed me. “Our session has come to an end. You can meet the receptionist for a new appointment.” Then again, like a promise, he said. “See you around, Kiera.”I had never been so sexually frustrated in my life. How dare he tease me like that? I began to regret not leaving his office the instant I knew he was Clint Homer. There was no way that man would help me. Seeing him alone made me want to strip naked and fuck the hell out of him. And with the stunt he pulled today, it was only a matter of time before I actually slipped into insanity. I needed a release. I would not function well today if I did not liberate myself from this pent-up frustration. As soon as I parked my car in a spot, I stormed to my department and barged into the office of my course advisor, the youngest professor in th
Keira’s POVThe remaining four hours of my day in school had gone by painstakingly slowly. My mental exhaustion was at its peak, and I could not wait for the last class to be over. As I shot the lecturer dagger stares, my notepads were already filled with stick doodles. Thankfully, she ended the class after thirty minutes, but not without dropping off tons of assignments and paperwork to be submitted next week. I hated this woman. Grabbing my stuff, I walked out of the classroom, and as I approached the parking lot, my cell phone rang. It was Brendon. “Hey boo.” I chimed after plugging in my ear pods. “Kiera. How is it going? Where are you now?” “Parking lot,” I responded. “Oh. I will be there in a minute. Wait up.” He said and hung up. I walked to my car and sat on the hood, searching every face that passed by for Brendon. Some students passed me with scared looks, while some gave me disgusted glances. It was only the guys I had slept with in the past and those who dreamed o
Keira’s POVPlease, Clint. Please fuck 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 a 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 sex partners?" I shifted in my seat. "Not at all," I replied. His smile softly. "You remember we agreed you would tell me no
Keira’s POVWhen I kissed him, that was his undoing. His eyes had darkened into a deeper shade when he broke away from the kiss, and I could see he wanted to do dirty slutty things to me. And I was more than ready for that. Hopeful even. I rolled my hips in the chair, my core throbbing as my skin buzzed with need. Clint dipped his hands down my panties. His delicate fingers rubbed smooth circles exactly where I needed them, feeling me up and teasing me into insanity."Only I can give you what you need." His deep voice rumbled against my ear. I could not hold back my whimper when he moved his fingers faster against me. My body instantly grew heated with the need for release. His lush lips found my neck as I squirmed in the chair, soft whimpers and baby moans slipping past my lips. His middle finger teased my entrance, and I pushed against him, my body begging him to enter and fill me up with his cock. "Please, make me cum," I begged him, his teasing fingers slipping inside me. My h
Keira’s POVWe had thirty minutes before our session ended, which meant more intense fucking. I was slightly sore, but I could take more of his cock if he were still willing to give it. And from the look on his face, I had a feeling he was not entirely done with me yet, and he had better not be."Come here, beautiful. Let us see what else that mouth can do besides moaning for me."My eyes went to his cock, and I licked my lips at how big, stiff and veiny it was. I felt satisfied knowing I made him hard just sitting pretty opposite him. I began by holding his cock in one hand and licked the head. A loud mewl escaped my lips. He felt painfully good. I smiled at him before leaning forward to envelop the entire shaft in my mouth. I rocked back and forth on my knees, sucking on the big, hard cock in and out between my lips.Although his cock was huge, I could take his entire shaft inside my mouth. His hard cock throbbed and jerked, and the first big vicious gob landed on my tongue, and I
CLINT’S POVKeira waited for me at the reception hall while I briefly met with a colleague. I had offered to drive her home because I was free for the rest of the day, and she looked exhausted from our intense session. Our steamy, intense session. I had known I would fuck her again from the first time she had walked into my office, and I just did not know how fast I would act on it. She got to her feet when I walked out of my office, sending me a smile with the slight curve of her lips. Lips that wrapped around my cock only a few moments ago and choked on it. I could never get that image out of my head. "Are we ready to leave?" she asked. "My car is in the parking lot. Follow me." The receptionist at the front desk typed away on her computer and did not spare us a glance, too engrossed in whatever she was doing to notice us. There was no indication that she heard Keira and me fucking in the other room, and I still had trust issues with my soundproof doors. I could not stop mysel
Keira’s POV I was going through the last of my assignments when I heard the doorbell ring. Brendon had arrived for our movie night.I did not think he would make it considering the sky’s downpour that made me want to drink something hot and snuggle in bed. But that was just Brendon; he would show up for anything that involved me. I closed my laptop and opened the front door to let him in.He was wet and dripping all over my carpet. "Could you not have used an umbrella, at least?" I ask. "Stay still. You are getting water all over the place." "I was already halfway here when the rain started," he said as I grabbed a mop, cleaning out maps of water on the floor. "Could not turn around. Your place was closer to mine, and Natasha is not in?""She is asleep and would not be joining us. Had a long day at school." "So it is just you and me, huh?"I saw a smile on his face, wondering what was so amusing. He moved to sit on a couch when he had dried entirely off and turned on the tv, flipp