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 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

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

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

KEIRA’s POVIt was the day after my long morning session at Clint’s home. Natasha and I were having a Game of Thrones marathon. We were both on the L-shaped couch in the apartment and while she was wholly focused on the tv, I was zoned out, thinking about the assignment that was due on Monday. And the worry that I haven't gotten started on the summaries that I needed to finish. Plus a myriad of other things eventually made everything on the screen slowly become a blur.Actually, that was a lie. The assignments and summaries were a huge distraction from the jarring thoughts about my session with Clint and the fact that I would not see him again until after two weeks. That seemed like torture. It was a Friday and I did not have many activities going on other than a few classes I had chosen to skip. I glanced at my phone severally, hoping for a text from Clint telling me that he was not leaving anymore. That he had been pulling my legs and he would continue fucking me to keep my sani