The Bodyguard's Temptress

Chapter 21

Natasha

I lightly bounce on the bed as Knox drops me on it. Adrenaline and lust course through my veins, anticipation building as he steps back and tilts his head, his dark, charcoal-like eyes setting my body ablaze.

I sit up on my knees, glancing up at him. "What do you want me to do, Daddy?" I ask, licking my lips seductively.

He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down. Grabbing the back of my neck, he gently drags me to the edge of the bed. "You want Daddy to have his way with you? To f**k you as hard as he wants? To force you to swallow his c*m?" he purrs, cupping my jaw.

I nod in desperation. f**k. I've dreamed about him shoving his c**k into my mouth too many times to count, and it's finally happening. My mouth is salivating just from the thought of it.

Knox smirks. "You think you can take it all?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moan, my thighs clenching with need.

Knox slaps his c**k against my cheek, groaning. "Open that pretty mouth and show me then."

I obey, parting my lips and sticking my tongue out as I gaze up at him. Gripping his shaft, he feeds his c**k to me inch by inch, watching my face intently, a mixture of arousal and adoration in his eyes.

He should know by now, I'd do anything for him.

Even purposely lose a game so he can have his way with me.

"I should punish you," he rasps, still sinking the entirety of his d**k into my mouth. "I know you lost on purpose, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to carry you to my bed and punish you for being such a bad girl."

Punish me.

Defiance flares in my eyes as I push against his thighs to see if he would let me go, but he grabs a fistful of my hair and shoves the rest of the way down my throat. I gag from the intrusion, but quickly recover, hollowing my cheeks as he begins to thrust into my mouth.

A deep groan resonates from his chest. "f**k. You like sucking Daddy's c**k?"

I mewl around him in response.

Yes. I love it so f*****g much.

His expression tightens as he restrains himself, his thrusts shallow and lazy. "Yeah, I can tell. I want to f**k your mouth, but you have to be a good girl and tell me if I need to stop. Can you do that for Daddy?"

I nod, hoping he can see the trust in my eyes, my complete and utter submission to him.

I think he does because his fist tightens in my hair, holding me still as he pulls out his c**k and slams it back down my throat. Sinking my nails into his muscular thighs, I brace myself, his thrusts gradually increasing in both speed and intensity.

"f**k. This feels like a dream. I never thought I would have you on your knees, swallowing my d**k like a greedy little girl." His injured hand moves underneath my chin, his fingers stroking my jaw as he continues to f**k my mouth relentlessly. "After I come down your f*****g throat, you're going to take me in your p***y again."

It isn't a request, it's a demand, and that makes my clit throb even harder. I reach down to touch my p***y, but he growls. "Don't even think about it. Daddy didn't give you permission."

I whine in protest, but move my hand back to his thigh. Maybe I don't even need to touch myself in order to come, or at least that's what I hope. My n*****s are hard pebbles against my shirt, my body trembling with need.

"That's it...suck my f*****g c**k just like that. You're doing such a good job for Daddy." The way he's looking down at me like I own his soul is everything. My eyes roll back in my head. I want to please him, swallow his c*m, and have him inside me. In that exact f*****g order.

When I force myself to focus on his face again, his eyes are wild and dilated. He's so close. Grinning inwardly, my tongue glides against his length, spurring him on even more.

Holy s**t. My jaw is going to hurt after this, but it will all be worth it.

His hips snap violently, the loud glucking sound of him using my mouth echoing through the room. "Oh, s**t. I'm coming," he growls, and my p***y clenches at his words. Gritting his teeth, his thrusts become erratic. Suddenly, he stills, jets of hot c*m hitting the back of my throat. "f*****g hell, Natasha!" he roars. "That's it, swallow all of Daddy's cum."

I greedily swallow his c*m, not wanting to waste a single drop. Once I'm finished, I glance up at him, searching for his approval. "Was that good, Daddy?" I ask innocently, licking my lips just to taste him again.

He leans down to kiss me. "It was perfect, babygirl. Now lie on your side and let Daddy f**k you to sleep." When I hesitate, he raises an eyebrow.

"I-I want you on top of me," I stammer, uncertainty gnawing at me. I know there's a chance I might panic, but I want to give it a try. Having s*x from the side doesn't feel intimate enough for me, and my knees ache a little from riding him earlier.

Knox freezes, his dark gaze scrutinizing me. " You're not ready, Natasha," he says in a matter-of-fact voice, like he knows me better than I do.

But that won't stop me from asking for what I want.

"Please. I want you. This way," I plead, desperation evident in my voice.

He sighs, running a finger through his hair. "I hate not being able to say no to you."

I slowly strip off my clothes and lie on the bed. Knox does the same, his eyes fixed on me the entire time. "Traffic light system. I swear, you better use it, babygirl."

I nod. "I promise, Daddy."

Knox takes his time kissing me, touching every inch of my body, driving me insane with lust. "Please, f**k me, Daddy," I moan loudly.

"Patience," he murmurs. "I don't want to rush this."

He slips the tip of his c**k in and out, slowly pushing his way into me. Once he bottoms out inside, he gives me a moment to adjust, leaving a fresh line of hickies on my throat. I trace lines on his muscular back, loving how smooth his skin feels beneath my fingertips.

"Light check," he grits out.

"Green," I say confidently.

He pulls back to look at my face. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He withdraws slightly before pushing back into me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Just as I thought, s*x is way more intense in this position, every sensation amplified by a million, if that's even possible. His deliberately slow pace fills me completely, his kisses tracing a path from my neck to my cheek and finally, my lips. I respond eagerly, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into me.

He really is making love to me, and it feels absolutely incredible.

"Knox," I moan softly against his lips.

"Yes, babygirl?" His voice is strained, like he's already on the verge of coming again.

The three words are just at the tip of my tongue, but I'm too afraid to say them right now. Instead, I close my eyes, momentarily overwhelmed. It's the worst f*****g mistake ever.

I see them. The men circle around me, one of them constantly choking me with their c**k while another tears through my p***y, not caring if I'm wet or not, not caring if I bleed all over them.

Her young p***y is so tight. f**k, I just can't help myself.

Don't worry, slut. We'll give you all the d**k you'll ever need and more.

Keep her awake. I want to make sure she feels all of this.

Their demonic voices and laughs echo in my mind, plunging me headfirst back into those three nights. Panic floods through me, my heart racing as I begin to thrash against the weight on top of me. Gasping for air, I fight desperately to free myself.

Two strong hands seize my wrists, pinning them beside my head. "Red! Red!" I shout, and the touch vanishes instantly. Sobbing, I curl into a ball on the bed, unwilling to open my eyes and see the damage I've done.

I know for sure Knox will never want to touch me again after this. But unlike that guy on Tinder, he can't just walk away. I'm kinda in his house, and he's not just some random hookup.

I have to face him.

"Look at me, Natasha." His firm voice pulls me from the darkness.

Oh, god. Put me out of my misery.

My eyes slowly open to find his grey gaze boring into me from the edge of the bed. His stoic expression barely masks the emotions swirling beneath, but judging by the angry, red marks on his face and chest, everything is far from okay.

"I'm sorry," I say, my voice trembling along with my body. "I swear, I'm not broken. I just accidentally closed my eyes and I saw them-"

He presses his lips together tightly. Another sob wells up, but I fight it back. "I should've known...I just wanted things to be normal with us. It felt so good until I ruined it. Just...please don't give up on me."

His gaze softens as he draws me into his arms, smoothing my hair gently. "I would never give up on you, babygirl. You're right, you're not broken, but this is why I didn't want to rush this. I should've listened to my instincts, said no. But we both got carried away. I never wanted to be the cause of your pain."

"But you didn't-"

"I did," he interrupts softly. "Whether you felt like I was them or not, your mind did and it reacted accordingly."

Guilt punches me in the gut. No. I don't want him to believe that, whether it's true or not.

"Please. Can we try one more time?" I whisper, looking up at him.

He shakes his head. "Not tonight," he replies sternly.

Anger and hurt surge forward, mingling with the guilt and self-blame. I instantly push away from him and scramble off the bed. "You can't reject me, Knox," I sniffle, unable to look at him again. "That hurts so much f*****g more than the panic attack I just had."

Before he can respond, I run into the bathroom and slam the door shut, locking it behind me.