Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 56

Keira’s POV

When I woke up the next day, my entire body felt sore all over from all the several tools and equipment that Clint had used on me. After coming out from the bathroom, I had realised that Clint wasn’t done with me.

He had the stamina of a bull and it was only after I had gotten like three more o*****s that left my legs feeling like jelly that Clint had finally stopped and taken me to the bathroom to clean up.

With Clint, even though I have driven over to his house for two reasons, he had managed to bring it down to just one thing. I pulled up the sheets against my naked body as I suddenly felt a little self conscious.

Not that I was complaining. It was the perfect distraction and god! I was so f*****g sated and satisfied and I could already feel my body warming up just by thinking of him.

“I can see you have woken up,” Clint’s voice said from beside me and I looked up while using my elbows to sit up.

His blue orbs were staring at me like I was the best thing on earth and I tried hard to not blush from the sheer intensity of that gaze.

“Good morning,” my voice was hoarse from all of the yelling last night and just for the sake of my face, I really hoped that his house was really as sound proofed as he had claimed.

Not taking his eyes off me, Clint’s shoulders shook with wild laughter. “I thought you were going to sleep in all day, it’s noon already,” he managed to say in between his bouts of laughter.

It was hard to see what it was like outside with the curtains he had installed but I was certain that was something I was more than capable of doing.

I loved to sleep in.

Especially after some night of s*x like that.

“Funny you expected me to be up early after all you put me through last night,”

I stood up, allowing the duvet to fall back on the bed while I was left in my birthday suit.

“And I could swear by heavens that we would have a repeat if you don’t cover your body,” Clint’s voice came out as a low and slightly deeper growl. Allowing me to know that he was certainly turned on.

After so many times, I could tell even just from his eyes when he was turned on.

A part of me was tempted to bend over and give him a little strip dance…. Something to have him thinking of me the entire day. But, there were so many important things we had to talk about now.

So I didn’t want to start something I couldn’t finish.

Last night, I came here with so many questions. Had many things I had planned to ask Clint about. But seeing him broken and out of sorts like that had made me push it out of my mind.

And then one thing led to the other. But now, I wanted us to talk about it.

To talk about the woman I had met here the other day. That was the first part and I had some faint recollection of us talking about it. I just wanted to be certain I hadn’t been drunk out of my mind then.

“You might want to get your mind out of the gutter. I happen to have quite some topics of discussion with you. Whatever it is you are thinking would have to wait,”

I dashed into the connected bathroom before he could get a chance to reply to me.

When I came out a few moments after, the room was already empty but more than one sleep over at his place had helped me with keeping the topography in my head.

I dressed quickly in a shirt from his closet and glanced at myself in the ceiling to floor mirror that was in his walk-in closet before leaving the room.

“Clint?” I called out as I walked towards the living room.

“I’m here in the kitchen!” Clint yelled out.

When I got to the kitchen, he was swiping the slabs while holding a spray bottle of cleaning fluid.

“Thought I’d get some cleaning done while you were getting your shower done,” he said with a small smile as he glanced at me.

His gaze however froze as he gave me a hard stare that quickly had me feeling hot all over.

“Keeping my hands off me when you are dressed in that is going to be quite difficult, Keira.”

God! I loved the way my name always rolled off his lips. Like as if it was enough to draw an o****m out of him.

“If you behave well enough, we might get to that point,” I replied playfully and shot him a wink.

But that was a lie. I had so many plans after this but none of it included staying behind to have s*x with the one mind I couldn’t get my mind off.

I made a promise to my mother and my brother last night. A promise to fight my addiction with all of me. In a way I have never really done before.

And that promise and Clint couldn’t stand in the same sentence. He was everything I wanted. A man that needed just a glance to have all my juices and body ready to have him take me.

It was going to be hard. I was sure of that. But this time, Clint and I needed to go our separate ways.

I let out a soft sigh as I gazed at his strong and firm build as he cleaned carefully. He was certainly nothing like any of the men I had been with.

If anything, there was a charm that Clint had that came from his age. He was like fine wine that aged into perfection.

“Keira?” Clint’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I snap my eyes away from that swoon worthy body to his face.

“Are you okay? I called you twice already,” he dropped the wiper and bottle as he closed the gap between us in two strides.

“There’s something on your mind, Keira. Do you want to talk about it?”

I nodded, allowing myself to fall to his husky and patronising voice and as he placed his hands on the small of my back, I could have sworn that I felt currents pass through my spine.

Clint led me into the living room without walking faster or walking slower.

“Sit here, I’ll get you some quick meal to eat while we talk,”

I watched him rush off and cupped my already warm face in my hands. I was really just like some lovestruck teenager around him.

Clint came back in less than a minute, his hands held two bottles and something in a ziplock that I couldn’t exactly see until he sat beside me.

“Okay, you can have some breakfast bars while we talk, I’ll make you some proper meal as soon as you are done telling me whatever it is that’s weighing on your mind.”

He placed them in the space between my crossed legs and sat across me.

Considering that before last night, we had ended things on a bad note. He was being really gentle. Like as if I was some porcelain.

Now that it was time to talk, I felt my throat constrict and go dry immediately. I was never one for on spot conversations like this or confrontation.

But this time, it was not like I had any choice…

“Clint, the other when I came by, I was in a terrible headspace and just meeting another woman here was enough to send me over the edge.”

I opened the bottle of soy milk that he had handed to me, taking a quick gulp before I continued.

“When I left here, I had gone to pay my mom and brother a visit.. don’t be quick to come in…” I broke my speech midway and held my hand out to stop him from interrupting me the moment I saw him open his mouth to speak.

Clint chucked and then shrugged, accepting my terms clearly.

“It’s not a big deal but I just promised them for the first time that I was going to take this healing from my high s*x drive and lack of restraint seriously.”

A nod from him and I continued.

“There’s no way in hell or heaven that I could do that with you being my therapist, Clint. It’s like you are a whole different addiction on its own and I would have to deceive myself if I think we can work with this.” Even though he wasn’t the one again, everytime I walked into his clinic, all I could think about was entering his office and bending over to my toes while he pounded out every part of my always soaking cunt.

I waited, allowing the silence to consume the room as soon as I was done talking. But occasionally, I’ll glance up at Clint to be sure that was still here.

“What happened to me f*****g those other addictions out of your system, Keira?”

“That’s not the same! That’s just replacing an addiction with another addiction. I would have to be out of my mind to get myself addicted to your c**k.”

“What’s so bad about getting addicted to it? It’s all yours if you want it,” Clint said, his voice dangerously low and seductive as he shifted towards me, narrowing the space by a great deal.

“What about the woman I met here?” I blurted out without any thought.

I had many replies to his questions. There were a lot of them swimming around in my brain. But my head picked the one that it was the most curious about.

“Marie? She’s my ex wife. We got married when I was thirty and separated five years after that.” He said it like it was the most obvious answer out there.

“Why was she here then?”

“Keira, we talked about this last night,” Clint said with a little strain to his voice.

I had a feeling we had. I just couldn’t remember the details.

“We aren’t divorced and this house has both our names on it. The most important thing is, she’s out here trying to squeeze me out of my fortune so the court case has been really draggy…”

“….are you willing to claim my c**k as all yours now?”

After giving me a detailed rundown of everything that had happened between him and what did he call her? Marie again, I was pissed out of my mind.

That bitch!

I understood why Clint had looked like that last night and gods! I was pissed at her on my behalf. I would probably kill to have a man like him as my own.

And she was out here throwing it all away because of money?

It took a while for his question to sink in and when it did, I felt a large burst of fluid in my p***y and I instinctively clenched my thighs together.

An action that has Clint looking at me with a knowing look and I shrugged. Unashamed that his words had turned me on.

Perhaps, that was the best part about being with Clint.

I didn’t have to worry about being judged out of my mind.