The Bodyguard's Temptress

Chapter 18

Knox

I want to be yours, Danny Knox.

Fuck. Hearing those words come out of her mouth nearly became my undoing. And the way she kissed me...I've never tasted lips so sweet, so f*****g addictive.

My little temptress has finally caught me in her trap, and now she's standing in the middle of my living room, pulling her shirt over her head. I down the rest of my drink, setting the glass back on the end table. After taking pain medication and rewrapping my hand once we got back, I'm feeling good. Ready to sit back and enjoy the show my baby girl is putting on for me.

"Slower," I growl, spreading my legs to show her the effect she has on me as she strips. I couldn't tear my gaze away even if I wanted to. Mesmerized, I bite my lip, watching her.

She meets my gaze bravely, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her shorts, slowly dragging them down her thick, creamy thighs. As they pool around her feet, she tosses them aside. Now, she's only in black lace, and looking so f*****g sexy my c**k feels like it's going to burst from my pants.

"C'mon, baby. Daddy wants to see the rest of you."

She unhooks her bra, slipping it off her shoulders, her full, perky breasts spilling out. Then, she slowly pushes down her panties. Her hips sway seductively, teasing me as her eyes never leave mine. The firelight flickers across her skin, casting a golden glow that makes her look like a goddess descended to be the f*****g death of me.

My eyes drag over her body, drinking her in. Every damn inch of her is perfection.

I praise, my voice rough with desire. "Good girl. Lay down for me."

Uncertainty crosses her features as she lowers herself to the plush rug in front of the fireplace. I move from the couch to stand over her. I want to devour her, but I restrain myself.

Tonight, she's in control.

"We'll move at your pace. Tonight, there will be no expectations. The second you start to panic, we stop," I say softly. "How about we use the traffic light system?"

Her eyes widen. "W-What's that?"

"Green means keep going, yellow means slow down or you're close to your limit, and red means stop. I'll make sure to keep checking in with you," I explain, my tone growing firm. "And you will be honest with me, Natasha. I will accept nothing less than your honesty."

She nods. "Okay, Daddy."

I kneel beside her, meeting her gaze as my fingers roam her perfect body. I've wanted to touch her so badly since the day I saw her ride that dildo, heard her scream my name. Doing it now feels like a f*****g dream come true. Her skin is soft and warm under my touch, and the way she shivers excites me.

When I squeeze her breast, she stiffens a little in surprise. Her n*****s harden under my fingertips, and I chuckle lowly.

"Relax for me," I murmur, my thumb circling with pink n****e.

"Sorry," she laughs, blushing.

"Don't be sorry, babygirl. You're in control here," I remind her, my voice gentle. I can see the trust in her eyes, and it feels me with a fierce sense of protectiveness.

She's all mine.

My hands trail down her body until I reach between her thighs. Slowly, I spread them wide so I can see everything that belongs to me now. Her p***y is so pink and perfect, glistening with her arousal. The smell of it drives me f*****g wild.

I dip a finger into her wetness, and she lets out a soft whimper. The sound goes straight to my c**k, making it bob up and down in my pants with need.

Fuck. She's already soaked, and I've barely touched her.

I sniff my fingers before I suck them into my mouth, savoring her taste. She watches me with wide eyes, her gaze filled with lust.

I groan. "f**k, you taste so goddamn good, babygirl. I need you to come on my tongue before I f**k you."

I grip her thighs, lifting her silky legs onto my shoulders. Then, I dive into her p***y like a man possessed. My tongue slips between her slit, tasting her sweetness as moans spill from her lips. I latch onto her clit, sucking hard. Her body arches towards me.

"Oh f**k," she cries out.

Her fingers spear my hair, and I groan from the feel of her nails scraping against my scalp. I may not know exactly how to please her yet, but I'll learn, studying her every cue. Her reactions guide me, every gasp and moan pushing me to give her more, to take her higher.

Delving my tongue inside her, she grips my hair harder. My soft groans vibrate against her as she grinds her p***y on my face, seeking the friction she desperately craves.

In what only feels like minutes, her legs begin shaking.

"That's it. Ride my face until you come," I growl, tightening my grip on her thighs.

She finally climaxes, and I greedily swallow every drop of her release. Her taste is divine, her pleasure my reward.

My c**k is so f*****g hard. I need to f**k her. Now.

"Light check," I say, withdrawing my touch to let her think clearly.

"Green," she pants, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

I search her face to make sure she's telling the truth. When I'm convinced she isn't just saying what I want to hear, I yank off my shirt.

She watches with hungry eyes, and it turns me on even more. I know now that she's right up close, she can see all of my scars from my time in the military, yet she still desires me.

After stripping, I unsheathe my c**k, allowing her to stare at it before it inevitably fills her.

"C-Can I touch it?" she asks, looking up at me with wide, green eyes.

I nod, smirking. "It's yours, isn't it? Touch all you want."

Tentatively, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around my c**k. I groan, enjoying the feel of her soft touch. With her eyes locked on mine, she begins to stroke me. Her touch is gentle yet confident, so determined to please me.

Pleasure zips through my veins. f**k. I hope I don't come before I'm inside her.

"Light check," I grit out, restraining as I pull away. The need to be inside her is overwhelming. I want to f**k her until her p***y is pink and swollen from how thoroughly I've f****d it. I want her full of my c*m. So full, it just drips out of her spent p***y. And I'll drink up all of our combined juices.

"Green, Daddy," she whispers, her entire body visibly quivering with need.

"Such a good girl for being honest with me," I purr, rubbing my hard c**k against the inside of thigh. Although I'd like to feel her body beneath me, I know she isn't ready. So I'll pick a position where she can easily move away if she needs to.

Shifting her onto her side, I lay behind her and lift one leg higher for better access, pressing the crown of my c**k between her p***y lips. Snaking a hand around her throat, I kiss her neck, sliding my c**k up and down her slit.

"What do you want, Natasha?" I whisper harshly into her ear before I latch onto her neck. Sucking hard, I feel her wiggle her ass against me. I'm so f*****g hard, I could bust just from her doing that.

That's how much of a chokehold she has on me.

"Please," she whimpers. "Please f**k me, Daddy."

With my mouth still on her flesh, I grip her hip as I slowly sink into her. She lets out a loud, needy moan, and I groan along with her. She's so goddamn tight, and it feels like my c**k is drowning in her wet heat. Our bodies connecting like this is something I never thought would happen, but it's everything and more I knew it would be.

I start out with slow, steady thrusts, marking her neck with hickeys as I f**k her. I've never wanted to claim a woman before, but the thought of branding her, breeding her, filling her with so much f*****g c*m, she'll never need to question her place in my life is all-consuming.

"f**k. You feel so good," I whisper, licking my way up her neck. "I tried so f*****g hard to keep s**t professional between us. You were off-limits, but in the back of my mind, I've always wanted this. Always wanted you." I plant a kiss behind her ear. "And now that you're mine, I'm never letting you go."

She shudders, glancing back at me. There's emotion welling in her eyes, but instead of speaking she just runs her hand down my chest. Her fingers trace every scar and muscle, her touch setting my skin on fire as she watches as our bodies slam together over and over and over again.

I feel her p***y constrict around my c**k, gripping me tighter. I can tell she's close. s**t, so am I. I'm surprised I've even lasted this long with how good she feels around my c**k. Every thrust, every moan, every whimper from her lips drives me closer to the edge.

"Come for me, babygirl. I want us to come together," I growl, hitching her leg higher so I can be as deep inside her as I can. Still restraining myself so I don't hurt her, I rock my hips, digging my fingers slightly into his waist. The intensity between us is f*****g electric, a connection that goes way beyond just physical pleasure. But I can't tell what it is, at least not yet.

"Please, Knox," she whimpers.

I love the way she calls me Daddy, but hearing my actual name fall from her lips ignites a primal fire inside me. I reach around to rub her clit, feeling her slickness and heat. The pad of my thumb rotates once, twice— before I feel her squeeze the f**k out of my c**k.

With a strangled growl, I smash my lips to hers as my c*m spills inside her, mixing with her own juices. Her body trembles with the intensity of her orgasm, but I stroke her back gently, murmuring praises as she comes down from her high. She's gasping, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction.

As she lays down on her back, I eagerly bury my head between her legs and slurp our combined release. The taste of us together is amazing—sweet and tangy, the perfect blend.

"Daddy," she moans, her clit thumping against my mouth, her body shaking with sensitivity.

"I know, baby. I know you're overstimulated, but I need to clean you up," I murmur, standing up and heading to the bathroom. When I return, her eyes are closed and she's smiling, looking utterly content.

Fucking beautiful.

I gently clean between her legs, the soft cloth gliding over her tender skin, and carry her to my room. Gently laying her in the bed, I pull the blanket up to her chest, tucking her in like she's the most precious thing in the world.

And to me, she f*****g is.

"You're going to stay with me, right?" she murmurs, her voice sleepy and eyes still closed.

I chuckle. "Of course baby. No raging-hard on to keep me from you tonight."

Settling beside her, I wrap my arms around her waist and nestle my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.

Goddamn. This is what I've been missing all this time. Pure heaven.

"Get some rest, babygirl. We have plenty of time for more of this. Pretty sure we're going to be snowed in for at least a day or two until the snow melts down," I mutter, planting a soft kiss on her neck. I feel her melt into me, and it makes my chest swell with emotion.

"Okay, Daddy," she whispers, and within minutes, I hear the soft, steady breaths of her sleeping.

I smile to myself. It's been so long since I've felt peace like this, but I guess it's because I didn't have her. I know her father will be after me soon, including the entire Chicago mafia, and he'll kill me. I'll hold onto her tightly until that day comes.

Even then, Andre will have to pry my cold, dead fingers off of her—she's worth everything to me.