Legendary Daddy - Mia Monroe (10 ebook reader .TXT) 📗

be by my age. Kids aren’t really on my radar, but I’ve wanted someone to share my life with for a very long time. In retrospect, I think that’s how Arian got away with so much. I wanted him to be something he wasn’t. I thought my love for him would be enough, but he didn’t want love. He wanted fame and money.”

“He’s stupid, Daddy. I just want you. I’m not cheeky enough to think you’d want to marry me someday, but I don’t want anything from you but you.”

“You don’t want to work with me? You did the day we met.”

“That’s different. That’s professional. Who wouldn’t want to work with you? I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about this. Now.”

Legend studies my face. “But when you work together and have a relationship, the lines blur.”

“Then you decide what you want with me. If you want to work with me only, then I’ll accept that, and I’ll be proud to be associated with you. I can put my feelings for you aside.”

His eyes soften as his thumb brushes across my chin. “And if I want you to be my boy?”

“I will…” I swallow hard. Taking a deep breath, I smile. “I will give you everything I have.”

A slight smile pulls at his lips. “And if I want both?”

My heart beats hard in my chest. “I will be the happiest person alive.”

“You spoil me, boy. You’re so sweet and generous. I’m not sure I deserve you, but it feels unbelievably good.”

“You deserve me, Daddy. You deserve a boy who worships you. You deserve to work in this industry on your terms. You deserve everything you want.”

“Coming from your sweet lips, I believe it.”

Eleven

Legend

After a few hours of hanging out together, Bentley tells me he has to go. I don’t want him to leave, but at the same time, I should be okay letting him.

“Thank you for coming over and staying.”

“My pleasure.” His face lights up. “Anytime you want me, I’ll be here.”

As he sits on my lap, I rub his back, gazing at his sweet face. My current problem is I want him here all the time, but I just met him. His presence fixes a part of me I wasn’t sure could be repaired. Amazing actually.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Want to go get dressed?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I take his hand and lead him back to the bedroom where I help him dress. He giggles the whole time, explaining he’s not used to being pampered. I’ve never had a boy so strongly wired to serve. It’s ingrained in me to take care of my boy, so we’ll have to figure out how to choreograph this dance.

I walk him to the door, leaning in to kiss him. “I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too.”

“Would you be open to texting me to tell me when you get home so I know you’re safe?”

“Yes.” He bounces on his toes, and his expression makes it obvious he’s thinking of something. “Um, Daddy? Can I ask for a rule please?”

“A rule?”

“Please.” He practically moans the word. “In my fantasies, you, um, gave me one every day.”

“Ah.” I think about it for a second. I don’t want to go too hard right away. “Rule number one. You will send Daddy a picture of your panties every day when you get dressed.”

Bentley moans, rubbing his crotch. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Is that an agreement?”

“Absolutely, Daddy.” His response is breathy and heavy with desire. My dick twitches with interest.

“How about two rules, boy?”

“Oh, please?”

“You have to ask Daddy if you want to touch that pretty cock of yours.”

Bentley’s cheeks blush. “Yes,” he whispers. “I will ask.”

“Why?”

His breath hitches. Fuck, this boy is responsive.

“Because it’s your cock, Daddy. All of me is yours.”

“That’s right, darling boy. All of you is mine. If you’re good, I’ll think of a reward you can have the next time we’re together.”

“Rewards are nice.”

“For good boys.”

“I’ll be super good, Daddy. Just you wait and see.”

“I know you will.”

“Also, um, you didn’t show me where things are. Can you show me next time?”

“I will.”

I pull him close, kissing him hard. He opens his mouth to mine, melting into me. When I let him go, he’s breathing hard, plump lips parted. Damn, this boy undoes me.

“See you soon, sweet boy.”

“Bye, Daddy.”

After Bentley leaves, I plop on the couch, replaying in my mind the time we spent together. I pick up the laptop again and watch the video he filmed. He’s extremely talented, and I’m positive I still have enough pull to get him some quality actors to film with. I’m just not sure how much I should get involved.

Watching Mack also stirs the performer in me, but now it has me wondering if my time has passed. Mack is probably in his early twenties, and I’m double that. Is there still an audience for me and, if so, can I distance myself from what I created with Arian?

It doesn’t take long before my fingers are typing in a search for Arian. It’s been months since the last time I checked in on him. That time I found out he was working and had a new Daddy or two, but today, I’m not finding anything of note. His last video was uploaded two months ago. I don’t know what to think about that. Arian is a workaholic. He always went on and on about striking while the iron was hot and capitalizing on his fame and popularity while it was there. So not filming for an extended period of time seems odd to me.

Trying to ignore the ping of concern rushing through me, I switch gears and go to his Twitter account. There I see several recent notes from Arian, posting with his new Daddy, but something seems off. Unauthentic. I study his picture, searching for how I feel seeing him. Is there any part of me that wants to be romantic with him again? Or film with him again?

The good news is that the answer is very clear. As clear