Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 14

Keira POV

I did not have sessions with Clint for the next two days, and I used my free time to register for yoga like he had advised. This was a huge step for me, trying to curb my s****l appetite. Even Natasha was glad I had finally taken my therapy seriously.

I changed into my yoga clothes that morning while Natasha was still fast asleep. It was a weekend which meant there were no classes for the day. I would catch up with the tons of assignments waiting for me later but for now, I had a mission.

Natasha’s room door flew open the moment I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen table. She had on yoga clothes too and was struggling to wear her converse shoes, limping on one leg.

“Oh, thank God,” she said. “I thought you already left without me.”

“Where are you going dressed like that?”

“What do you think? I am coming with you to do yoga.” The shoes managed to fit into her legs and she walked over to where I stood.

“Since when do you do yoga?”

“Since your genius therapist suggested it. You are not the only one who needs to channel their energy. I have shit going on.”

I could not help but feel guilt knowing she had stuff going on and I had no clue. What a wonderful friend I am. I had been too sucked into my s*x-crazed life to not notice what was right under my nose.

“Okay. I am running late so we need to hurry.”

We drove together to the yoga class with Natasha in the passenger’s seat complaining about how fast I was going. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle, pulling up into the yoga class’ parking lot when we arrived.

The class had already begun when we walked into the room. Students sat atop yoga mats on the floor with the instructor giving out instructions during the session.

They demonstrated stretching poses while me and Natasha followed suit, almost falling on our butts at the complexity and continuous quaking on our legs.

“Is it always this hard?” Natasha whispered beside me, panting and sweating buckets as I resisted the urge to laugh.

“It is not too late to leave, you know.”

“I am not a quitter,” she replied, changing poses when the instructor did. “I am really proud of you for making progress with Dr. Homer. This is the most I have seen you try to take anyone’s advice.”

“That is not true. I take you and Brendon’s advice. Is that not why I am receiving therapy?”

“You are doing this for yourself, not for us.”

Truth be told, I was also proud of myself for this much progress. Old me would have looked for ways to get the sexy instructor’s attention. But I had only checked him out twice so far. I mentally gave myself a pat on the back.

My eyes travelled to his figure again for another sneak peak and he caught me staring this time. Then he winked at my direction.

Not today, Satan.

“Keira, I think the instructor is checking you out,” Natasha informed me as if it was not obvious enough. “Are you not such a man magnet?”

“Focus, Natasha. We are here to get my mind off s*x, not remind me about it.”

“Right. Sorry.”

I saw him walk towards us, helping students who were about to fall over gain balance.

“He is coming here, isn’t he?” I heard Natasha whisper beside me. Her face was out of view, so I could only hear her soft breathing.

“I hope the f**k not.”

Contrary to my wishes, he stopped in front of me, assessing if I got the pose right.

“You are doing a good job, Miss…”

He trailed off, waiting for me to provide my name. “Keira,” I said.

“Yes, Keira. You have excellent balance. But if you could just widen out your legs a bit more,” I felt his hand placement on my inner thigh, slowly spreading out my legs the way he wanted. Good lord. “And bend over for more effect.” His second hand slid up my waists and pushed it forward.

My p***y clenched at the feel of his bulge on my backside, rubbing itself over my black leggings. He was definitely doing this on purpose. I craved the feeling of holding his bulge in my hands, sliding my fingers up and down his length. It was huge. I just knew it. Not huge enough to fit in my mouth though.

I shook my head immediately. Clint would be so proud of me having s****l fantasies about my yoga instructor.

The instructor took a step back and smiled. “Now that is more like it.”

I was bent over with my a*s in the air and he looked like he enjoyed the sight.

Natasha cleared her throat when he left. “That was something.”

“These f*****g men are testing me, I swear.”

“So what now? He is still staring at you like he would fancy a quickie in the bathrooms.”

I turned to look and he really was staring at me that way, bringing out his tongue to wet his lips. They were long and pink and would really feel good down my throat. “Do I want to ditch this and f**k his brains out? Yes. Yes, I do. Would I go against my therapist after we talked about s****l impulses? No. I would not.”

We changed poses for the umpteenth time and this time my a*s was no longer in the air for his prying eyes to invade. We sat cross legged on the floor, eyes closed and hands held up in meditation.

It was calming. Too calming.

“Keira.”

“Shhh,” I hushed Natasha, breathing in and out and letting go of everything that had ever disturbed my mind. The soothing voice of the instructor added cherry to the top. I just wanted to stay like this forever.

Everything around me gradually began to tune out. The instructor’s voice, Natasha’s loud breathing beside me. And for the first time, the world around me felt peaceful.