by Mia Monroe
He wastes no time pushing into me and continuing the delicious smacks between each thrust.
I am speechless.
Boneless.
Floating on a cloud.
I drift away from everything hard and sad and stressful, existing only in this space with Legend. The world around us fades out, leaving only joy and passion and pleasure.
His specific actions blur together as I give myself over to the physical stimulation of his touch. Everything feels...perfect. Conscious thought slips away, leaving only Legend.
His voice murmuring in my ear lures me back, nudging my senses to check in again.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Do you want to come, sweet boy?”
I nod. “If you want me to, Daddy. I want what you want. Always.”
“Fuck,” Legend groans before pulling my arms behind my back. He clasps my wrists in his strong hand, then pounds into me like a jackhammer. My dick is throbbing now, begging for release, but I know my Daddy will take care of me when he’s ready.
“Jesus, boy,” he grunts out. “So fucking good. Fuck. I’m gonna come. You ready, boy? You want to come for Daddy?”
“Please.”
He slams into me, drawing pleading moans from my lips until, finally, I meet my release, splattering cum on the comforter beneath me. Legend growls my name, his fingers finding purchase in my hair as he tugs hard. He jerks deep inside me, filling me with his seed. Instead of collapsing on the bed next to me, he pulls out and buries his face between my legs again, licking up his release as it leaves my body.
“Daddy!”
“Mm, delicious,” he murmurs, lapping at my sensitive skin.
He pulls me next to him, and I curl into his side, burying my face under his arm, and inhaling his amazing scent.
“Good boy,” Legend whispers. “Good, sweet boy.”
I’m so overcome with emotion and sensation I almost want to cry, but I fight it back. I don’t want Legend to think he hurt me when what he actually did was set me free.
“Stay here,” he says quietly, pulling himself up.
I whimper, not wanting him to leave. He returns a few minutes later with a warm soapy cloth that he uses to clean me up. Then he places me across his lap and rubs some kind of cooling cream on my ass.
“Can you take a picture, Daddy?”
“A picture?”
“Of my ass. So I can see what you did. I’ll look at it whenever we’re apart to remember how good you are to me.”
“Oh, sweet boy,” he murmurs. “You are so good for Daddy’s bruised heart.”
“Please, Daddy?”
“Of course.” I feel him reach then hear the click of the camera on his phone. “Beautiful. It’s all pink and even a little swollen. How do you feel?”
“Amazing. You…” I shake my head. I don’t want to push this too much or too far.
“What, baby?”
“Nothing.”
Legend lifts me by my arms until I’m upright. I scoot onto his lap, laying my head on his shoulder. He rubs my back as we sit in silence for several minutes.
“Bentley?”
“Yes?”
“How do you feel? Tell me the truth. Was it too much?”
“No. Far from it.”
“Look at me.”
“No, Daddy. Please.”
“Look at me, boy.”
“Fuck. Daddy-voice.” I lift my head to meet his concerned eyes. “No fair.”
“I have to use what works to get my baby to talk to me.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “What are you holding inside? You can tell me. You’re safe with me.”
My brow furrows. “I don’t want to freak you out.”
“You won’t.”
Searching his eyes, I look for something to give me the confidence I need to tell him what’s on my mind. He smiles, and that something I was looking for fills my heart.
“You...um…” I exhale. “You get me on a level I’m not used to. I never have to tell you what I need. You just give it to me.”
“You thought that would freak me out?”
I shake my head.
“Okay, then what else?”
I bite my bottom lip until he gives me a look, and I release it. “I’m scared to tell you.”
“Don’t be, baby. There’s nothing you could say that I don’t want to hear.”
When I still don’t speak up, he continues.
“It’s so important to me that you’re happy. I don’t want to assume anything, so I need you to talk to me. Please.”
My eyes fill with tears that I blink away. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll try.” I blow out a breath and shake my hands. “I...um...I want you to keep me.” My breath hitches as soon as the words are free. “I want to be your boy for good. I can be what you need, I know I can, and you…”
“Go on.”
“You’re the Daddy I always wished for.”
I watch his face for a reaction. He glances away from me, gazing down at our hands resting in my lap. I brace myself for his tentative rejection. He’ll tell me he’s not ready for more. All he can give me is sex. It’s a scene for him. Role-playing. He doesn’t want or need a full-time boy or a boyfriend or a man who worships the ground he walks on.
“I think that sounds beautiful, Bentley.” He shifts his eyes up to meet mine. “Really beautiful.”
“But?”
“I didn’t say but.” Legend cups my face. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”
“It isn’t luck. I was made for you. You were always meant to find me.”
A smile pulls at his lips. “You believe that, don’t you? That we’re destined for each other?”
“I’ve always believed it, but now it’s confirmed. You…” I pause, searching for the right words. “I tried to stay casual, but…” I shrug. “You fill parts of me that other people drained away. Until you, I didn’t think I was the right kind of boy, but all I needed was the right kind of Daddy. I want to be yours forever. I want you...I should stop now.”
“No, you shouldn’t. What do you want from me?”
Gazing into his eyes, I convince myself he won’t turn me away for what I’m about to say. I just need to be brave enough to tell him. Maybe he will be open to it.
“Bentley? What do you want from me?”
Exhaling, I offer a shaky smile. “Love.”
Seventeen
Legend
When I open my eyes in the morning, I’m hot. Bentley is wrapped around me like a koala bear to a tree. My mind instantly runs back to last night and the things we talked about. Bentley made it clear that what went down between us was very emotional for him, and that he’s definitely looking for more than just a casual hookup.
I suppose I knew that going into this with him. It was obvious, even from our first meeting, that he, at least, was infatuated with me. So, of course, the chance that he would develop feelings for me was high. What I can’t get over, though, is how calm I am about it. I thought it would freak me out to even be thinking about a relationship with somebody so soon, but like I told Matteo, Bentley ticks a lot of boxes for me that I thought I would never find in another person. He makes me feel like the man I always wanted to be before things went in a direction I couldn’t stop.
But that’s not the same as willingly going into a relationship with somebody. The damage left behind by Arian is still present. I think about it almost every day. And now that I’ve committed to working with Bentley, I am almost positive those past feelings are going to rear up on me again. Which isn’t fair to him. Bentley deserves everything I could possibly give him. I just don’t know if I’m ready yet, or if I can move past the hurt and mistakes from before.
Can I trust myself? Not only to stay true to my own needs but to honor his as well. There’s so much on the line, including Bentley’s sweet heart. He’s almost too good for this world. Quite possibly too good for me. But I’d be a damn fool to walk away from the boy and not even try. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not stupi
d.
He starts to move in my arms, indicating the sleep is falling away. I had hoped I could get up and make us coffee before he woke up, but then I remember how much he would probably like to do that for us. So instead I close my eyes and pull him just a little bit closer.
“Morning, Daddy,” he whispers.
“Hey, sweet boy. How did you sleep?”
“So good. It’s so quiet here. No cars, no police sirens, no helicopters.”
“True. That’s why I moved way out here. It’s far away from everything, which is exactly what I needed. It’s like my own little oasis in this big city.”
“It’s perfect, Daddy. I’m so lucky I’m here.”
“I’m the lucky one, sweet boy.”
He gazes up at me smiling, looking every bit as innocent as I could imagine, but knowing full well that he’s far from it. Arian pops into my mind. His innocence was manufactured for the camera. The minute it was off, he was a scathing diva. Initially, his brattiness was a turn-on for me, tempting the Daddy in me to put him in his place. But that’s not how it played out. When I look at Bentley, he settles the chaos in me. Those big, trusting eyes and his absolute submission and confidence in me, stirs a long-dormant part of me back to life. I’m definitely the lucky one here.
“Do you want some coffee?” I ask.
“Oh, can I get it?” His face lights up, just as I imagined it would.
“Yes, sweet boy, you can get coffee for us. Do you want me to come help you figure it out?”
“No, Daddy, I can figure it out.” He rushes from the bed, nearly tripping on himself. He giggles, looking around the floor, and then up at me. “I don’t have any clothes, Daddy.”
“That’s okay. You can go in the kitchen naked if you’re comfortable.”
His face turns bright pink. “Matteo is here,” he whispers.
I laugh, remembering. “Oh shit. I totally forgot my friend is here. No, you definitely cannot walk around naked.”
Bentley laughs. “That’s good, Daddy. I was afraid you were okay with Matteo seeing me.”
“Absolutely not. I’m not okay with anybody seeing you, sweet boy, even my best friend.”
“Why, Daddy? Because I’m just yours?”
I smile. “That’s exactly right, sweet boy, you’re just mine. You’ll always be mine.”
“Do you mean that?” he asks, looking vulnerable and sweet.
I think about my words for a second, remembering everything we talked about last night.
“Come here and sit on Daddy’s lap for a minute.”
He does, looking very nervous. It’s my job to get that look to go away as quickly as possible. He climbs onto my lap, cuddling close to me.
“Bentley, the things you shared last night are important to me.”
“What do you mean, Daddy?”
“The things you want from me. Our relationship. I think that sounds beautiful, just like I did last night, okay? I’ve been thinking about it while you slept.”
“Okay.”
“I was honest with you about not being sure. You know, about what I could offer you as far as a relationship is concerned.”
His face falls slightly. “Yes, Daddy, I know. I don’t want to pressure you.”
“You’re not pressuring me, Bentley. You’re changing the script in my head.”
He perks up a bit. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve been telling myself, ever since things ended with Arian, that I wouldn’t make a good partner for somebody, or that I still have too much to work through emotionally to get back to the man I was before everything went down.”
He nods.
“But the more time I spend with you, the more you erase the script that’s been playing. The more I feel like the old me again.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really, sweet boy. I can’t promise that I’m one hundred percent healed, or that the past won’t rear up on me again. But I can promise you that you’re important to me and I enjoy the time we spend together. I don’t want that to end. So I guess what I’m asking for is a little patience.”
“Daddy, you have all my patience in the whole world.”
I smile. “Such a sweet boy to me.”
“You deserve it, Daddy.”
“Thank you. So if you want to be in a relationship with me, if you want to try, then I want to try too.”
Bentley’s eyes go wide. “You mean it?”
“Absolutely. I’m happy when you’re around, Bentley. I thought it was gonna be a long time before I was happy again. But maybe you’re right. Maybe all along, I was meant to meet you and to be yours.”
A sweet smile spreads across his face. “Meant to be my what?”
I smile, brushing my thumb across his chin. “Meant to be your Daddy.”
Bentley’s eyes flutter as his cheeks blush. “I knew it. I knew you were meant to be mine.”
“You did, and I’m so thankful that you had such confidence. You helped me see that we could be something amazing together. I want that with you, and I hope, someday, that it becomes love.”
The look on his face right now, pure awe, so sweet and filled with affection, makes me feel things I can’t describe. I think it’s possible that Bentley is already in love with me, or at least thinks he is. The idea of someone so sweet and kind and everything I’ve always hoped for loving me overfills me like a balloon with too much helium. I could burst at my very seams.
I lean forward and kiss his soft lips. “Thank you, Bentley.”
“For what, Daddy?”
“For coming.”
He smiles, rubbing my beard with his fingers. “You’re welcome, Daddy.”
He starts to shift, but I hold his hip. “Before you go, I know you mentioned that you had Daddies in the past who were not faithful.”
Bentley’s smile fades. “Yes.”
“What I just said about no one seeing you because you’re mine...I want to elaborate on that.”
He nods, his face tense with nerves again.
“First of all, I am exclusive to you and will remain so.”
The tension slightly eases.
“And when I say you’re mine, I want you to understand what that means to me.”
“Okay.”
“It means that we have our private relationship, separate from any public version.”
He tilts his head. “I don’t understand.”
I nod, considering my words. “The day may come when we go public and the industry knows about us. You never know, maybe we’ll perform together someday.”
His cheeks instantly turn red. “Oh, Daddy. Stop.”
Smiling, I rub his back. “You never know. Anyway, my point is, regardless of what we do publicly, what we have privately is precious to me.”
“I understand now.” His fingers rest on my check. “Thank you.”
I kiss him before he climbs off my lap. My boy hustles out of bed, looking around the bedroom again for something to wear.
“Open the top drawer over there, boy, and grab one of Daddy’s T-shirts.”
He does so, grabbing a white T-shirt and pulling it over his slender body. Damn, he looks good like that.
“How do I look, Daddy?”
“Good enough to eat, pretty boy. You better go before I pull you back to bed.”
Bentley giggles. “That’s not much of a threat, Daddy.”
I laugh. “No, I suppose it’s not, but Daddy operates a lot better on coffee.”
“Me too,” he says before rushing out of the room.
I pull myself up and head to the bathroom to take care of my morning needs and brush my teeth. Today, we need to sit down with Matteo and figure out a plan. Since we’re local, we can offer to be available for anything that he might need to get the place ready to be his studio. In the meantime, Bentley and I also need to figure out what we’re going to do. I think the one thing I can offer him, which is much better than my tainted name, is money.
I’ve been frugal over the
years, knowing that my career as a performer had a limit on it. I saved as much money as possible after buying my house. I can definitely invest in his business. But I know that I’ll need to present it the right way. If I suggest just giving him money, he’ll scoff. If I don’t come up with a proper plan, he might give up his own interests to please me. The right thing to do would be to have my lawyer write up a fair agreement. I’m just not sure what I want. Do I want to be a partner? Do I want to be a private investor? I suppose that’s something I need to talk out with Bentley.
He returns to the room a few minutes later carrying two mugs of coffee. He sets them on the nightstand and then climbs back into the bed with me. I hand him a drink, and we sit quietly for a few minutes.
“Bentley, we need to talk about the business.”
He frowns immediately. “You didn’t change your mind, did you?”
“No. I didn’t change my mind, but I want to talk about the specifics.”
“Okay.”
I notice right away that his demeanor changes from sweet boy to the confident Bentley I met at the convention a month ago. He squares his shoulders and his features neutralize.
“What do you want to talk about, Legend?”
Oh, he even used my name instead of Daddy. I see what we’re doing here.
“Well, we talked about going into business together, right?”
“Yes,” he nods, sipping his coffee.
“What does that look like for you? Have you ever thought about having a business partner before?”
“Sure. I’ve thought about it,” he answers, his voice strong and clear, and devoid of the giggly, seductive boy. “I’ve thought of different ways that I could go about making it happen. Including sponsors, business partners, angel investors, and even asking my parents.”
“You would ask your parents to fund your porn business?”
“Well, I don’t tell them it’s porn.” He laughs. “I call it my movie studio. But I don’t want to involve them. They are worried about me moving out to Los Angeles by myself, for good reason, and I don’t want to tell them that I’m not making as much progress as I had hoped. I even started to think about performing to make a few bucks and make some business contacts. But like I told you, I’m not sure that’s the right thing for me to do. I don’t see myself as much of a performer, and I never wanted you to see me that way.”