Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 92

KEIRA’s POV

“Well then, let us start our session since you are here already,” Clint said as he folded his arms.

I blinked at him. “Right now? But today is not even a day for our sessions.”

“Your father wants me to start today so that we can push aside that fact.”

I nodded. Clint adjusted his tie and sat up straight in his chair. I watched him pull out his usual yellow legal pad. Clint gestured for me to leave the chair, and I did.

I walked over to a plush armchair and sat in it, my hands folded tightly in my lap. Clint positioned himself on a chair beside me. The room was calm and serene, but I was nervous, anxious, and scared, which was weird because this was not my first session with Clint.

But each time we had a session, I was clouded with a heavy nervousness.

“You need to relax, Keira. You are very tense,” he chuckled.

Hearing Clint’s voice soothed my anxious heart, and I could feel myself relaxing.

I turned to Clint, and he shot me a bright smile. I could feel the tension in my shoulders start to ease. “How are you feeling today?” Clint asked in a very professional tone.

It was time for business.

I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing how to answer his question. “I am okay, I guess.”

That was partly a lie. At the moment, I did not know how to feel.

“Okay, that’s a good start. What has been going on for you since our last session? Did you keep doing the yoga I recommended?’

“Well, I could not get into doing yoga because my mind was not at ease. As you know, my stepbrother’s threats still make me very anxious. I just can’t explain how dreadful I feel.”

Clint listened patiently, taking notes on the yellow pad as I spoke. When I finished, he put his pen down and looked at me thoughtfully.

“Keira, what your step brother is doing to you is not okay. You have a right to feel safe and secure in your own life, and I understand why it would make you anxious, but being anxious will not solve the problem. It would only drain you out and make you paranoid.”

I nodded my head as I assimilated his words. Clint was right, but pushing the anxiety away was not an easy thing to do. I had tried times without a number, but it always came back to haunt me. Like a leech stuck to me, unwilling to let go.

“Here is what we are going to do,” he said, leaning forward in his chair. “We are going to work together to come up with a plan for how you can protect yourself and feel safe. We will discuss ways to manage your anxiety, cope with the stress this situation is causing, and build your confidence and resilience to stand up to your stepbrother and anyone else trying to intimidate you.”

Clint’s words were reassuring, very reassuring. He has helped me enough by getting a private investigator, and I was grateful for that. But how exactly was I going to feel safe? I felt safe in Clint’s arms, beside him, and nowhere else.

“Why don’t you try this?” Clint spoke up. “Anxiety is a feeling that cannot be gotten rid of easily. So let’s start with breathing exercises to help you calm down. But before that, is there anything else on your mind? Something is bothering you?”

I pondered his question, and Natasha immediately popped into my head.

“Well, I am having trouble with my best friend and roommate, Natasha…”

I explained to him how everything had gone down and how Natasha had begun to avoid me and refused to talk to me since Brendon left. Clint was silent the whole time, and I could feel his gaze boring into my skin. I heard his pen dance along the paper’s surface, and he exhaled.

“Communication is an essential concept a lot of people overlook. You should keep trying to talk to her, and she’ll open up eventually.”

I nodded and let out a sigh through my nostrils.

“Shall we start the breathing exercises?”

“Shall we start the breathing exercises?”

“Of course.”

Clint rose up from his chair and began to circle around me. “Close your eyes and breathe in,” He said softly.

My eyes slid shut, and I inhaled some air. “Now, exhale,”

I let the air out through my nostrils.

“Good, now repeat the process again and again. Slowly, do not rush it.”

I nodded, and with my eyes still closed firmly, I took deep breaths and let them out slowly, just like Clint had instructed. I could hear his heavy footsteps and the sound of his soft breathing. Slowly, I began to feel relaxed.

All the anxiety I had felt in the morning and all the paranoia was gone. I felt so refreshed.

“You are doing great. How do you feel?” He asked.

I opened up my eyes and shot him a smile. “I feel much better,” I replied.

He smiled at me again, a warm and reassuring expression that made me feel like everything would be okay. I felt my heart melt, and it soon dawned on me how much Clint meant to me. He was a vital pillar in my life; without his ever-present support, I could crumble.

I needed him in my life. I suddenly wanted to leap into his arms as I gazed at him. Would he like that? Would he shun me because we are at his workplace? I bit my lips as I tried to restrain myself.

“Okay, so I want you to keep doing this anytime you feel anxious, nervous, or even worried about something. It will help you a lot.”

My mind had slowly zoned out from what he was saying, and my eyes had fallen from his gaze to his supple lips that moved as he spoke. I wanted to drag him by the collar and crash my lips on his.

The hunger for him burned, and my inner thigh tingled with a familiar sensation.

“Hey, Clint, if you do not mind, I-“

A loud knock came on his office door, cutting me short mid-sentence.