Chapter 1 Chapter One: In The Bathroom

Keira’s POV I had so many plans for my Saturday afternoon and none of it included being stuck in this hall full of men in their forties and fifties who felt that playing golf was some fun activity. For a Saturday! But after everything that had happened in the past few years, the most I could do was let dad know that I was there for him also. I felt someone watching  me and I searched through the crowd discreetly to see who it was. My eyes fell upon an unfamiliar face. His tall and athletic build towered over everyone in the room. His electric blue eyes on me made me suddenly feel hot in my light clothes despite the air conditioning that had been installed in the small meeting room. Something in me liquefied at his stare and I held tightly onto my wine glass, pressing my thighs together. He donned a pastel blue hoodie over white shorts, coupled with a pair of white sneakers. The beautiful man stood across from me in the lobby facing the green pitch, sipping from a wine flute. His medium length hair, a curly brown mop, fell casually over his forehead and his long deft fingers constantly raked them backwards. The stubborn strands however, only returned to his forehead, like that was where they were meant to be. Strangely, I found myself agreeing with them. I should be the one who put them in their place, testing their texture and holding onto them for my dear life while he plunged those fingers into me. I watched his handsome face break into a pleasant smile as he interacted with the other club members, even though he moved around the room, his every move oozing of strength and control, he would occasionally look over to where I was. Almost as if he knew I was watching him also. I felt bound to the floor as soon as this hot stranger moved from where I had seen him last to where I was now. I let out a soft sigh in relief as I realised he wasn’t coming here for me. He moved towards a woman somewhere close to us and the moment he spoke, more heat pooled in my thighs soaking my panties. His voice was a low baritone rumble that reverberated through me, not minding the distance. As I imagined him talking dirty and whispering sweet nothings into my ear with that hypnotic voice of his, I felt myself losing control quite quickly. His honey skin glistened under the light, tempting me to get some of that ‘honey’ on my tongue. And my pussy clenched some more at the thought. “Is he a new member?” I whispered in Papa’s ear, nodding at the man. “Nope,” came his curt reply and I wondered why it seemed like papa didn’t want to say much about him. This man was beyond yummy. Only problem was he seemed to be older than me with a decade or two. I had never had anything to do with someone that older. And yet, it did not stop me from wanting him. His gaze on me had not dropped when he began walking in my direction. Every step he took seemed to make me lose some part of my sanity. Did he know what he was doing to me? “Good evening, Kane.” He had stopped before my dad and stretched a hand to Papa who gladly took it. “Hello. How are you enjoying the evening?” I knew Papa smiled at him. “As always.” He smiled back at Papa, then returned his attention to me, where they belonged, where I wanted it to always be. Only on me. I chugged down my drink next, an attempt to compose myself but the alcohol only seemed to heighten whatever it was I felt at the moment. I picked  another glass from a server walking by and sipped on that one. “Won’t you introduce me to the pretty lady, Kane?” The man had asked. My heartbeat intensified. I was over the moon. He fucking thought me to be pretty. Papa chuckled and circled his arm around my shoulder. “This is my daughter, Kiera. She is in college. Kiera, this is Clint Homer. A club member and now an investor in my company.” They cheered for that, clinking their glasses. “Clint Homer,” I murmured. Testing the name on my tongue. “Well, it is nice to meet you Kiera.” He put out his hand for a handshake and I tentatively took it. “You have such a beautiful name.” His voice had dropped an octave, a tone I found very sexy, as he held my stare. His thumb caressed my palm slowly, every stroke sending my nerve cells into overdrive. I might as well climax from just his touch. My body protested when he released my hand. He looked at my father this time and said, “I will see you around.” With that he had disappeared into the crowd. Those words, however, felt like they held a promise for me. An unspoken promise I was more than willing to bank on. “Okay guys.”  Papa clapped his hands to quiet down the noise and gain everyone’s attention. “It is time for the games to start.” Papa announced and the members cheered. I did not feel his gaze on me anymore, so I peered stealthily at him through my lashes. He was conversing with a woman seated beside me and I felt something prickle my chest area. That could not be jealousy, could it? I hardly knew this man. “The rules for the tournament are…” Papa read them out from a sheet of paper in his hand. I drowned him out, my mind racing with naughty thoughts of Clint Homer. My nipples had pebbled and I sneakily brushed across them through my chiffon top in an attempt to hide them, but they only tightened the more, arousing me. I was so turned on that I needed an immediate release. The temptation to leave here and get myself the relief I was aching for was so great at the moment. But something about watching the man in my line of sight kept me glued to the screen. “And now, let the games begin,” Papa declared and as the members applauded, they filed out into the pitch. Leaving only escorts like me on the sidelines. The game was in full swing and Clint seemed to be leading. He never missed any shot. It was not so surprising as he seemed to be the youngest in the group. He soon stopped for some water and I shamelessly watched him. His Adam apple bobbing as the water went down. I wished I was the water, quenching his thirst forever while I became one with him. Once he was done, his eyes found mine and he dabbed his lower lip with his tongue before winking at me and returning to the game. That was it. I had to do something about my flaming cunt or I would explode right where I stood. There was no way I could hold on any longer. “Are you okay, Kiera?” Papa stood before me and I blinked in surprise. I had not seen him approach. “You look flustered.” Then he looked around. I nodded vehemently. “Y…yes Papa. I..i am…Can I use the restroom?” I garbled. “Yea sure. You do not need to ask for permission.” He gave me a concerned look as I rushed into the building. I took the familiar path to the restroom, entering a stall and closing the door behind me. I looked into the mirror, panting heavily. And I flushed even hotter seeing my nipples on full display. I could only hope father had not seen that. I rolled one nipple between my fingers. “Fuck!” I gasped, electricity lashing through my body. My pussy slicked wet at the thought of the human who had put me in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life while I dealt with me. With the image of Clint Homer in my head, I quickly discarded my top, exposing my luscious breast and flat tummy, dotted by a navel piercing. My throat went dry as I imagined that it was Clint’s warm tongue on my nipple. I shut my eyes, groaning softly when I pinched the rosy buds hard. My boobs were one of my body’s most attractive features and it didn’t help that they were sensitive as hell. My pussy dripped at the action. I rubbed my legs together, aiming at some friction. I instantly popped the button of my shorts and let them fall, exposing my pulsing cunt. Sitting on the furry toilet seat, I ran a finger up my slit. I let out a satisfied sigh as my fingers grazed my clit. My eyes closed shut and my head fell back at the burst of sensations I felt. “Ah…shit!” My fingers rubbed vigorously on my sensitive clit. “Fuck! Clint!” I envisioned Clint there with me, his tongue on my juicy pussy, lapping all my cum as I neared a climax. “Oh my god!” My fingers rocked harder, faster even. My moans rose in intensity, filling the enclosed space but I did not care. I rocked my hips in careless abandon, riding my palm like my life depended on it. “Fuck fuck fuckkkkkkkk,” I screamed. My mind conjured up the perfect image of what Clint would look like underneath those clothes and I imagined it was those strong firm hands pushing into me like they wanted to take me to the heavens. “Yes, Clint. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, daddy. Just like that please,” I whimpered, feeling so close to the edge. I pinched my nipple and clit simultaneously as I came furiously, a loud moan escaping my throat. This had to be the best self given orgasm I had given myself in a long time, no doubt. Shit! I rubbed down my torso leisurely as my body rode out my orgasm. I smiled to myself and worked on pacing my breathing. My eyes flew open at the creaking sound of the stall’s door. I yelped in surprise, pressing my legs together and hiding my breasts behind my folded arms. A cold shiver ran up my spine. Shit. Had I forgotten to lock the door? Clint Homer stood before me, the door shut behind him. And locked this time. How long had he been here? Did he hear everything? Darn my fucking libido. “W…what are you doing here?” I stuttered, avoiding his gaze. I had never been one to shy away from my sexual wants or pleasures. But at this moment, curled up naked in front of this man that I had just used to get orgasm after less than an hour of meeting him, I definitely felt a bit of shame flood through me. His eyes darkened as he took me in, his voice a raspy whisper as he said, “It’s alluring how you say my name, Keira.”

Chapter 2 Chapter Two: Say It Again

Keira’s POV “Say it again,” he commanded. My pussy moistened all over again at the sound and command of his voice. He stood still at the door, eyes taking me in a determined look. He knew what to do next, what I wanted him to do, but he was making me wait. My hands had relaxed a bit around my breasts and I could feel the obvious change he had in his stance to seeing my full and firm boobs without anything in between. “Say my name, Kiera. The way you said it a few moments ago,” Clint repeated himself. His palms had tightened to a fist, like he was restraining himself. I did not want him to. I wanted him all over me, kissing me, nibbling on my skin, touching me and then fucking me senseless. I needed all of him. And if saying his name was all he required to lose that control, then fuck me i was going to moan it out aloud. Looking him dead in the eyes, I bit my lips sensually and called out his name. “Clint.” He swallowed and I noticed the bulge in his shorts. I swallowed too, wondering how big and warm his dick would feel in my mouth. The thought caused my stomach to tighten and I licked my lips, shifting a bit on the toilet lid. Why was he still standing over there? “Drop your hands and spread those legs. I want to see all of you.” He instructed. I obeyed him, the promises of what he could do to my body far greater than my sense of reasoning and so straightening my back and firmly holding my spread thighs. I look back up at him. He stalked towards me unhurriedly, like I was his prey, taking his sweet time to scout me out. He seemed to enjoy my body’s reaction to every move he made, as every step he took only heightened my anticipation. He stopped in front of me and I had to throw my head back to look at his face. Damn, how tall was he? Six feet? Seven feet? “You are not a minor, are you?” He asked out of the blue. I knew I was five three but did I really look that smallish? “No,” I responded. I had intended the answer to come out with a lot more resolution, but it came out as a mewl instead. “I am twenty three.”“Good!” was all he said and he pulled me to my feet and crashed his lips on mine. I relaxed as I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his lips leisurely massaging mine and his tight grip on my waist. My bones melted. He tasted even better than I had imagined him to. Like honey dipped in alcohol, refreshing yet intoxicating. One hand found my neck and encircled it, applying just the right amount of pressure while he kissed me slowly, taking his precious time. His tongue ran across my lower lip, seeking entrance. I obliged, shivering when his tongue touched mine. He sucked on it, crushing me to his body, like I was not close enough. I felt fly. How could a stranger make me feel this way? With a chaste kiss, his mouth trailed down to the base of my neck and nibbled on the spot. My legs turned to jelly and I struggled to stand. Thankfully, his strong arms held me up, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my neck. When I was a hot quivering mess, he licked up my neck, feather like, to my ear. Kissing and biting on the lobe, he said, “Your legs can’t hold you up any longer and I have not even touched you yet..” His hands grabbed my ass and he slapped one cheek. I yelped and stifled a moan. His voice and his words. Damn. I stared at him with lust filled eyes and a dripping cunt. I was a needy woman and I did not fail to show him just how much. He smirked and suddenly, I was in the air. He had lifted me and gently dropped me on the water tank, then he sat on the toilet lid in between my spread legs. He sucked down my tummy, his tongue teasing my piercing while his fingers pinched on my nipples. I shivered. “Your body…is gorgeous.” He whispered, the compliment resounding through me. “...and you are so fucking sensitive.” I nodded, holding tightly unto the tank, maintaining eye contact and breathing heavily as I felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath when he nested his head between my thighs, blowing hot air on my pussy. And without any more preambles, he licked his tongue up my cunt, causing me to moan loudly. “Aren’t you such a slut? You are wet and dripping for me,” He drawled out, his voice husky and lazy. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he lapped my clit slightly and then went on to kneading my boobs and stroking my aroused nipples at the same time. I jumped when his tongue soon found my hole, plunging into it and fucking me with short jabs, his assault on my breast not relenting one minute. I grabbed his thick curls for dear life as I rode his tongue ferociously, my screams resonating in the stall. “Yes yes. Just like that, Clint. Do not stop please,” I cried, my eyes shut tight as I reeled in the pleasure. “You like that? You want more?” He replaced his tongue with three fingers, pumping into my pussy hard and fast. “Yea baby. Ride those fingers like you own them. Fuck. You are so beautiful.” His lips enclosed my pink bud, sucking hard on it while I pulled on his hair, his fingers in me going at lightning speed. Fuck. I felt my eyes roll behind my head as I experienced orgasm after orgasm. I screamed as I felt another climax coming. “Oh my God, Clint.” I held onto him, my body spasming. He kissed my pussy and then retracted his hand from my slick core. I saw stars when I opened my eyes again.  Clint had sat upright, licking his fingers clean of my juice. That was hot. I nibbled on my lips. I started to reach for my pants when he caught my hand midway, his firm eyes pinning me with their intimidation. "And who says I am done with you yet?" He questioned.

Chapter 3 Chapter Three: Yes, Daddy

Keira’s POV He was not done with me? What did that mean? I did not think he was going to fuck me in this tiny toilet, but honestly, I was up for anything he had to offer. Totally anything. "Turn around for me and bend over," Clint demanded. I climbed down the tank and ambled over to the sink to do as he had instructed. The anticipation of what he was about to do sent a faint blush up my cheek. I was so hot and ready for this man. My cunt was open and on display, letting him see my liquid wetness running down my inner thighs. He brushed my swollen clit gently, teasingly, and I shuddered from the small touch. "I need you. I need your dick inside me." I heard his zipper coming off and he slapped my breasts. The both of them jiggling slighkty at the force and a paint hue of pink coated them. "You would take whatever I give to you. Understood?" I nodded quickly, too turned on to even speak. He grabbed his dick and positioned it at my entrance, sliding his length up and down my wetness and teasing me wantonly until my legs felt weak from the torture. “How bad do you want it?” He asked. “Clint please.” I begged. He gripped my hair and pulled my head up until I was resting on his shoulders, my torso perfectly arched. “It’s daddy to you. Understood?” He growled in my ear, two fingers on my clit. And i could have had an orgasm right there just from the dominating look in his eyes and that command alone. "Yes, daddy," I breathed. "Please…please fuck me daddy.” His first thrust was hard and brutal, like the ripping of a bandage and I screamed at the sudden fullness. “Ahhhh…oh my god.” "Take it like a good girl." He grunted as he started to move inside me. His grip on my hair had not lessened and his assault on my sensitive bud had not relented, as he fucked me too hard. “Your pussy is so tight and wet for me….Such a good girl.” He bit down my neck. I tried to stay silent as he fucked me, yet groans escaped me at the feeling of his cock inside me. "Please, D…daddy." My whimper ended in a moan. I could not yet decide if I hated his rough thrusts and how he took me or if I enjoyed it. "What is it?" he asked, not once stopping his harsh thrusts. My whole body rocked forward every time he slammed inside me. "Please slow down." Slapping my ass with both hands, he kept me in place as he pumped into me with great speed. "You do not get to decide that." The damp air was thick with sweat and my arousal and I held onto the sink, my insides about to burst from the heightening sensations. Clint found my clit and pinched it hard. I yelled out the fresh pain, and my body tensed for a second. "You are not allowed to cum." "B…but I need to," I whimpered breathlessly, feeling lightheaded as he slammed into me from behind. He smacked my ass. "What you need to do is to follow my orders." Then he leaned over and whispered in my ears. "Show me you can be a good girl." Clint wrecked my pussy as he continued to slam inside. He pulled out when he neared his orgasm, spilling his sperm all over my ass cheeks until the last drop. He finally released my ass and dragged up his pants. Our laboured breathing filled the store while I basked in the euphoria of the just concluded activity “As long as I would like to stay here with you all night, we have to go now. The games would have ended by now.” Clint threw me off my thoughts. Oh shit. I instantly remembered we were at the golf course. I had totally forgotten. “Right.” I responded, none of us making an effort to move as we just gazed at each other. Do I kiss him? To engage him in another mind blowing session. This time with me doing the giving. My eyes glanced at his shorts and saw the bulge still prominent. When I wanted to make a move on him, Clint stood and adjusted his shorts. He smirked down at me, like he had known what I was about to do and had succeeded in foiling my plans. I gave him an innocent smile. “You should get yourself cleaned and dressed now. See you around, Kiera.” He said as he unlocked the door and walked out, ensuring to shut it behind him. I stared after him, and after a beat, I slipped on my clothes. My ponytail had loosened and I had forgotten to bring my purse along with me when I rushed into the bathroom. It would have helped with an extra hair band and makeup to retouch my look. Welp! I had to improvise. I washed my face clean of my smeared make up and raked my fingers through my auburn mid length waves. Nodding at my reflection in the mirror, I strutted out the restroom. True to his words, the game had ended. Papa was not around the field or lobby, and neither was Clint. I found my way to the garage and located my father’s car. He sat in the driver’s seat, worry etched on his face. “Is everything alright, Kiera?” He asked as soon as I slipped into the car. I kissed his cheek. “Yes, Papa. I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I had the runnings. Did you see my purse?” I asked, switching the topic. “Yea. Back seat,” he replied as he turned on the ignition. “Would you like us to stop at the med store? Pick something for your runnings?” He asked. “No, Papa.” I leaned on the window, looking at the dark sky. “I only need a good night’s sleep.” I added, my mind running with thoughts of Clint Homer and how to see him again.

Chapter 4 Chapter four: Her Therapist

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!

Chapter 5 Chapter Five: How Sensitive Are You?

Keira’s POV He 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 you are like some sex therapist that fucks his clients anywhere?” Hell, we had a pleasant night together. What I did not understand was why he was posing as my therapist when we had done stuff already. But I kept quiet and listened to him speak. “This is all a huge misunderstanding. I promise I did not know you were the woman on my appointment list. If I had known it was you, I would definitely not have touched you that night. I have no intention of touching my clients. I swear.”“My dad had never mentioned me to you and you decided to stalk me or something?”“No.” Came his curt response. I settled in the chair. “When did you join the golf club?” He gave me a quizzical stare. “Three months ago. Why?” I nodded. “I last visited five months ago. Wanted to be sure you had actually never seen or heard of me before all this happened.” I gestured with my hand. He smiled and god, I almost melted into a hot caramel puddle. My anger had instantly dissipated, leaving me a horny bitch. “You can be rest assured. Plus, I would never judge you so please feel free around me, so that we can achieve the best results,” he assured me. I nodded, momentarily entranced by the movement of his plump pink lips. I wanted to kiss it so badly. I should not feel like this, especially in the situation we had found ourselves in. He was my therapist for fucks sake. I crossed my net clad legs, an attempt to stop my pussy from pulsing at my thoughts. His eyes had caught the movement, and they travelled up my legs to my face, causing my pussy to drip now. I felt hot under his gaze and I looked away, discreetly puffing air through my mouth. It’s just for thirty minutes, Kiera. Get a hold of yourself. You can do it. I imagined Natasha saying those words to me. Clint cleared his throat and clapped his hands. “Shall we begin then?”“Yes,” I managed to croak out, my eyes watching my fingers play with each other on my laps. There was a pause, then he requested in a voice I found very sensual, “I need you to look at me.” Those words brought crazy images to mind- my bare back on his cleared table, with him pounding into me while he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. I shook my head and looked up at him. “Great. Now I will ask you a few questions and I would love for you to answer as honestly and clearly as you can.” He picked up a pen. “Remember, no judgement zone. Alright?” I nodded. “I would need you to use words, Kiera, okay?”“Yes.”“That’s better. Why are you here, Kiera?” He asked. “I…I wanted to get help…” He raised a brow. “For what exactly?”“I am sure it is stated there in my file,” I replied, shooting him an annoyed look. He chuckled. “This is how sessions work, Kiera. This is to make sure you really do want help. Because you can’t be helped if you do not want it.”“Oh.” I relaxed and answered, “My libido is crazy.”“What do you mean?” My eyes traced the outline of his chest through the open buttons. “I want sex all the time. With anyone who is available.” His eyelids slitted and his grip on his pen tightened just a little. “Just anyone?” He choked out and when I nodded, his eyes blazed. Although when he shut and opened them, he seemed composed. What was that? “What made you decide to get help?” He questioned while taking notes. “My best friends, Natasha and Brendon.”“Why do you think they wanted you to get help?” I smiled wistfully. “Natasha loves me, and I embarrass Brendon.”“Why had you not sought a solution yourself before now?” I inhaled, “Because I feel I am too far gone.” He studied me silently, a finger trailing his lips. My tummy clenched as he did. Was he doing this on purpose? Torturing me from where he sat, while acting so ignorant of the effect he had on me. “And do you feel you can be helped now?” He asked after a while. His blue eyes seemed to suck me in as I stared into them and replied. “I am not sure.” He regarded me a bit before writing into my file, then he dropped the pen and clasped his hand on the table. “Now, I need you to be very honest with me on this one, alright?” He urged and I nodded. Soon he was standing and stalking around the table to me, his eyes never leaving mine. He stopped behind me and my heart quickened as I ceased to breathe in anticipation. What was he going to do next? Would that night repeat itself here in his office? My core was humming its consent. I was so down for it if it came to that. I felt his finger swipe my hair over my right shoulder, exposing the left side of my neck. I held onto the chair tightly as he touched my neck, trailing a hot path up just to stop below my ear. Then I felt his hot breath close to my ear, as he enquired. “Tell me, Kiera…How sensitive are you?”