The Bodyguard's Temptress

Chapter 17

Natasha

I can't even be mad at Knox making me stay in the cabin. Baking cookies seemed to put me in a blissful state of mind, and I even heated up some cans of soup I found in the pantry. I figured they'd be ravenous after spending hours outside getting firewood.

After they both took showers, they returned downstairs to eat. They must've bonded or something out there because Knox's grumpiness towards him has completely disappeared for the moment. I even catch him smiling and laughing a little.

After dinner, I watch in silent pride as Knox eats a few of my cookies. I try to do it subtly, but he catches me, his eyebrows rising slightly as our eyes lock. The side of his mouth curls up in a devilish smirk that practically makes me melt. 

While I wash dishes, Knox and Brandon prepare the fireplace. This feels nice. I haven't had a regular moment like this since Mom died; I can't even remember the last time I cooked on a stove. 

I'm smiling to myself like an idiot while I dry the last plate, when I feel Knox's presence behind. "You like watching me eat your cookies?" he whispers directly into my ear, sending goosebumps scattering up my spine.

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper back, smirking at how bold I'm becoming with him.

He growls lowly. "Behave, my little temptress. Or I'll have no choice but to finish what we started earlier."

I turn around, tipping my head back to look up at him. "That doesn't seem like much of a threat to me."

His lips twitch, but he doesn't say anything. I'd like to think he's too busy trying to control himself. 

"I'm fucking exhausted from today, so I'm going to bed now," Brandon announces suddenly, breaking the intimate moment.

I don't know if he's actually tired, or if he's picking up on the cue that Knox and I need some alone time. Nonetheless, I'm thankful for it. I've been needing to talk to my bodyguard all day about matters that have nothing to do with his job. 

"Good night, Brandon. I love you," I say with a smile.

"Love you too, Nat. Night, Knox."

Knox grunts in response. I pick up on some kind of displeasure in the sound, but I don't bother asking why.

Brandon gives me a wink before heading upstairs. Once I hear the door close, I nervously turn to Knox, who's watching me with dark, intense eyes that nearly steal my breath away every time. The room becomes charged with unspoken desire.

Knox grabs a glass from the cabinet and pours himself a glass of dark liquor. He sits down on the couch in front of the fireplace and motions for me to join him.

It's already starting to snow outside, and Knox said we might end up being snowed in. Hopefully, it won't be for more than a day or two. I at least want to go outside if I'm going to be staying here until things are straightened out.

Knox takes a sip of his drink, but I can feel his eyes on me, studying my every move with a mix of hunger and restraint.

Taking a deep breath, I decide to say what's on my mind. "Knox, I've been thinking a lot about earlier. I don't just want things to be physical with us...if we decide to do that. I want more." I allow the words to just flow out, even if they sound a little too blunt. I hope I'm not scaring him away.

"And what does "more" mean, Natasha?" he asks, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I bite my lip. "I guess it means I want us to...date?"

That didn't sound like the right word I wanted to use, but it's hard to word shit I haven't even figured out in my own head yet. 

"Date?" he parrots with a scoff. "I don't date."

I swallow hard, the familiar sting of rejection washing over me like a tidal wave.

I knew I was asking for too much. Fuck, I've actually scared him. 

Holding back my tears, I begin to say, "I-I understand-"

But he cuts me off.

"I've already told you that I'm not a good man, Natasha. I'm a selfish motherfucker that wants all of you. So if you decide you want to take this any further, there will be no dating. You will be mine. I will protect you, make sure you'll never want or need for anything. I will dedicate my every fucking breath to ensuring your happiness, babygirl."

His words cause my brain to short-circuit and I just stare at him like an idiot. He stares back at me, as if he's waiting patiently for my reaction. "Do you mean that?" I ask softly, my heart pounding so loudly, I'm sure even he can hear it. 

His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening with intensity. "Yes," he answers instantly. 

That single word makes my heart soar, nearly out of my fucking chest.

He wants me. He actually wants me. This has to be a dream. 

If it is, I hope I never wake up.

I smile at him. "I want to be yours, Daddy Knox." 

"Fucking hell," he groans, his expression turning feral. "Come get in my lap. Now."

I tentatively climb into his lap, straddling him, feeling his hard cock beneath me. I shudder at the contact, breathing in his scent, woodsy and masculine.

Knox's nostrils flare. "Give Daddy a kiss, Natasha," he commands, his voice low and rough.

I gently press my lips against his, sliding one hand into his hair while the other cups his chiseled jaw. Our lips move in sync, slowly and thoroughly exploring each other. Finally being allowed to touch him the way I've wanted to since the moment we met, I don't even know where to start. 

I slowly explore his face with my hands, moving down to his neck and his broad shoulders. His lips are soft yet demanding, coaxing mine open as his tongue delves inside, tasting and exploring me. The kiss deepens, his tongue swirling with mine, making my head spin and my heart flutter.

He pulls me closer, one hand moving to grab the back of my neck, and the other roaming down to my lower half, where he squeezes one of my ass cheeks. He continues to kiss me in a way that feels both urgent and endlessly patient. 

Suddenly, he pulls away. "You okay?" he rasps, studying my face intensely. 

I nod. "More than okay, actually." I sound just as out of breath as he does, but I'm literally floating on cloud fucking nine right now. 

His eyes flicker to my swollen lips before he takes my mouth again. Rolling my hips, I grind against his rock-hard erection. Our kiss quickly turns into a full-blown make-out session. I fist his shirt, clinging onto him like he might disappear if I let go.

After a while, he breaks the kiss again, breathing heavily. "Fuck, that was one hell of a first kiss, babygirl. How are you feeling?" 

"Good, Daddy," I whisper, my body buzzing with need. My clit is swollen and aching for whatever's coming next.

As if he can read my mind, a low growl rumbles through Knox's chest. "Take off your clothes and lay down on the rug. Daddy's gonna take his time with you."