by Mia Monroe
Staring at his number in my phone, I consider the pros and cons of calling him.
Pros:
Boy can suck a dick.
He’s pretty and wears panties. Fuck.
His appetite matches mine.
He wants me.
Cons:
I tap my fingers on the table where I’m sitting.
Cons?
He could want more than I’m willing to give.
That’s a lame reason not to pursue. That could happen with anyone. There must be another con to calling him. The minutes tick by, but my brain refuses to offer anything other than the memory of his hot mouth on me, pretty eyes gazing up at me, Daddy whispered on his lips.
Fuck it. I’m calling.
I press the button and wait as it rings a few times. I hope it doesn’t go to voicemail. I have no idea what I would—
“Hello?”
“Bentley?”
“Speaking.”
“This is Legend.”
“Fuck. Holy shit. Sorry. I thought it sounded like you, but… Wait, is this a prank?”
“Does anyone but me know that we met and I have your number?”
“Good point. It’s really you. Hi.”
I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Hi. How are you?”
“So much better now. You?”
“Decent. Um, are you busy?”
“No. Are you?”
“I called you.”
“Right.” He laughs. “God, I’m nervous.”
“Why?”
“Because…I never thought you’d call.”
“Are you happy I have?”
“Very.”
“Would you like to come over?”
“Oh my fucking—” I can hear him puffing out breaths like he’s in labor.
“Bentley?”
“Yep. Hold on.” I hear a bunch of muffled noise on the other end. “Hi. Um, yes. I definitely, yes. I’d like to come over.”
I hold back a chuckle. “Great. Tonight?”
“Tonight?” He squeaks. “Beautiful. Perfect.”
“Great. I’ll text my address.”
“Okay.”
“If you want to wear something similar to what you had on when we met, that would be cool.”
“I can accommodate.”
“Awesome. How about seven? We can eat, talk, and see what happens.”
“You’re feeding me too? You’re on.”
“I’m glad I called.”
“Same. See you tonight.”
“Yeah.”
After hanging up, I sit back in the chair, grinning. Bentley is a force of nature, and I like it. He might be just the thing to get me out of the rut I’m in.
After a shower and some general date prep, I tidy up my place. I change the sheets on my bed and clean the bathroom in case he stays. Living a ways out like I do, it can be a long drive back in the dark. For all my commitment issues, I actually love having someone in my bed with me. It’s the one thing I miss about Arian. He was always wrapped around me in bed. It was just the waking moments that were unbearable.
Promptly at seven, the doorbell rings. I walk over and open the door, stepping back with a smile. Bentley is wearing a black sweater and jeans, but with pink Converse. He’s freaking adorable.
“Come in.”
“Thanks.” He hands me a bottle of Johnnie Walker. “Not to be too stalker-y, but I may have read this is your favorite scotch.”
Laughing, I take the bottle, gazing at the label. “Excellent choice. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Couldn’t come empty-handed. I have manners.”
“That’s good to know. You look great.”
His cheeks blush slightly. “Wait until you see what’s underneath.”
“Can’t wait. Dinner first though.”
“What if I’m not hungry? For food.”
I step closer, amused as his breath catches and his cheeks flush pink. “Don’t you want to make Daddy happy?”
“Oh fuck. Instant hard-on.”
I fight back a grin. “Answer me, boy.”
“You know, Legend. All I want is your happiness, Daddy.”
“All I want is yours. We’ll eat first then play.”
His teeth graze his bottom lip as he nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you still hard for me?”
“You should check.”
I reach down, gently grabbing his hardening bulge. “So excited for Daddy, aren’t you, boy?”
“Like you don’t even know.”
My eyes focus on his face, taking in each perfectly placed feature. Bentley is beautiful in a way that enraptures me. I can tell it’s natural, and that, unlike many people in LA, he doesn’t use external help to get lips so plump you want to bite them. His cheeks seem naturally rosy, his eyes bright and innocent. He has thick lashes, which do look like he’s wearing a bit of mascara, perhaps because he’s fair, but it’s done well. He’s gorgeous.
“Do I please you?” he asks, his hand resting on my waist.
“Yeah, you do.” I swat his butt, earning a tiny yip. “Let’s have dinner and talk.”
“Okay.”
Bentley follows me to the kitchen, where I motion for him to sit on a stool at the island. He does, kicking his legs like a kid. I have many questions for him about his tastes and desires. Is he a little? Does he want a Daddy full-time or just in the bedroom? Has he had a Daddy before? As I pull the chicken from the oven, I shake my head. All questions I shouldn’t ask. This is sex. A hookup. I don’t need to know a damn thing except how he looks stripped down.
“Smells amazing,” Bentley says.
“Thank you. It’s just baked chicken. I have salad too. I figured we’d keep it light.”
“Good call.”
“Would you like some wine?”
“Yes, please.”
I nod, moving to the wine fridge to grab a bottle of white. It’s not lost on me how every time he opens his mouth I’m hoping “Daddy” slips from his lips. I’m obviously missing this in my life. Every time I’ve tried to be with someone not into this particular kink, it ends in disaster. This is how I’m wired. It’s clearly something Bentley enjoys, but I need to know more before I encourage it. Mostly, I need to make sure that calling me Daddy is in no way a commitment beyond what I plan to do to the boy tonight. Getting attached to me is the worst thing Bentley could do for himself. I may have sought him out sexually, but that’s as far as my damaged heart is willing to go.
When I catch a glimpse of Bentley, he looks agitated, bouncing in his chair, his eyes flitting around the kitchen.
“Is something wrong?”
His eyes snap to me. “No.” Bentley shakes his head. “I’m not used to...being served.”
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
He laughs, but it sounds nervous. “Nothing, Legend. I’m fine.”
His evasive answers stirs the Daddy within me. “Bentley, it’s important to me that you’re honest with me. Always.”
His eyes widen as his cheeks bloom pink. “Sorry.” He clears his throat. “I prefer to be the one serving. I guess it’s what makes me happy.”
“Ah. How would you serve me, Bentley?”
He averts his eyes, his teeth moving to that gorgeous bottom lip.
“Bentley?” I walk over to him, putting my fingers under his chin to lift his face to me. “Talk to me. Tell me how you would serve me?”
“However you wanted me to.”
His voice is so soft and needy, it sends ripples of desire through me. Getting through dinner is going to be a challenge.
“That sounds beautiful. I’d like to talk about that more, but for now, we’ll eat.”
“Okay.”
I finish pouring the wine, my body highly attuned to his every movement and sound. I knew the moment I met him he was dangerous, and I was right.
I hand him the wine, and he takes a sip, suddenly stepping into his vibrant self I met at the convention. He smiles
. “Ooh, this is tasty.”
“It’s my favorite. Goes with everything.”
“Beautiful.”
Yes, you are. I smile as the words pass through my mind.
“I use olive oil and balsamic on my salad. That okay with you?”
“Whatever you like, Legend.”
I study his face for a moment before I continue plating our meal. I set our plates down and join him at the island. Bentley cuts into his chicken, studying his bite on his fork before sliding it between those luscious lips of his. Fuck, I’m obsessed with those beauties.
“Mm,” he murmurs. “How do you keep the breast meat from drying out?”
“Marinade.”
“Delicious.” He cuts another piece. “You should teach me, then I can make it for you.” He looks up sharply. “If you see me again.”
I nod, chewing my bite.
“Oh,” Bentley says. “I brought my test results to show you. On my phone.”
“Great.”
He pulls his phone from his back pocket, flicking through it, showing me his results. I quickly pull up mine too. I trust him, but it’s always nice to have proof.
We eat quietly for a few minutes. I might as well tackle the next topic while we’re busy eating. I’m wading right into dangerous waters.
“Have you had a Daddy before?”
Bentley nods, sipping his wine. “Yes.”
“Tell me more.”
The brightness on his face dims suddenly. “I haven’t found the right one yet. Obviously.”
I’ve clearly hit a soft spot, so I try to redirect.
“Okay. Tell me other things. Are you a little?”
He shakes his head. “No. Do you want that?”
“No.”
His face lights up. “That’s good.”
“Do you like living in LA?”
“In some ways,” Bentley answers. “But it’s big and lonely here. Someday I’ll find someone though. I’ll make a great boy for the right Daddy.”
I focus on my chicken for a moment as his answer bounces around my chest. “What makes someone the right Daddy for you, Bentley?”
He looks up again, his face serious. “I’d rather you tell me what kind of Daddy you are first.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a chameleon. I’ll be what you want.”
His submissiveness is striking, alluring, but something in his tone tugs at me. Something is off in his answer. I’ll need to explore it before we go further.
“Finish eating. We’ll talk more after.”
He nods, smiling.
While we eat, Bentley tells me about his recent porn shoots. I’ve heard of Mack and Cas. They’ve been getting a lot of attention recently. In fact, Mack reminds me of a younger version of myself, when I was still full of blind ambition and willing to be whatever the fans demanded. It could be authentic for him though. Just because I sold my soul doesn’t mean everyone does.
After dinner, I take Bentley’s plate.
“Can I wash them?” he asks.
“No.” I cup his chin. “Not this time, beautiful, but thank you. You’re so sweet to me.”
“You deserve it.”
“You don’t really know that yet.”
Bentley shrugs. “You can just deserve it because I think you do.”
Jesus, this boy. I clear my throat. “Next time. Let’s go to the living room.”
“Okay.”
He slides off his stool and takes my offered hand. Once I’m seated, I pull him down on my lap.
“Do you like this?”
He nods happily, his gorgeous smile filling his face. “A lot.”
“Good.” I brush my fingers across his soft cheek. “I’d like to take you to bed tonight, Bentley, but I want to talk about some things first.”
“Okay.”
“I want you to be open and honest with me.”
“I will.”
“Great. We’ve covered that you’re not a little. What else should I know?”
“I like to serve. I think that’s obvious. It makes me happy.”
“Okay. In what ways do you serve?”
“Anything.”
“No. Be specific. I won’t know what you want and need if you don’t tell me.”
“Right.” His cheeks blush again. “Um, I like to get your clothes ready for you for the day. I like to tidy up and cook. I like to wash you in the shower.” He smiles. “But mostly, I just want to be available to you. All of me is yours whenever you want it. My mouth, my dick, my hole. It’s all yours.”
My cock swells in my jeans just listening to his breathy response.
“Do you want a Daddy twenty-four-seven or just in the bedroom?”
He shrugs.
“Use your words, Bentley.”
His eyes shoot up to me. “Daddy-voice,” he moans. “I’m sorry. I’m so overwhelmed right now.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re you, and I’m here, and we’re talking about things I’ve only dreamt of telling you. It’s a lot to process, and I’m afraid to say something that will make you send me away.”
“I won’t, baby. I want to know though. I want you to have a good experience with me.”
“Okay,” he murmurs as he searches my eyes.
“Let’s try again. Do you want a Daddy all the time or just with sex?”
“Kind of both. Definitely with sex, but I’m not like a lot of boys. I take care of myself. I don’t want your money. I want independence to see my friends and build my career.”
“But?”
I can tell by his expression that he’s nervous, so I rub his back to try and show him he’s safe.
“But I want to be loved on and spoiled. I like baths and back rubs. I love...being told I’m a good boy. I like rewards for being good.”
“What do rewards look like for you?”
He swallows hard. “Whatever Daddy wants.”
“Can you give me an example?”
“No one has ever done it, but I would like it if my Daddy picked out pretty things for me to wear just for him.”
“Okay.”
“And I like it if Daddy decides…” His breath is so heavy in his chest that I’m worried he’s going to hyperventilate.
“Breathe, boy.”
A shudder rolls through him.
“I like when Daddy decides when I can come.”
Fuck. This boy is hitting every button. I clear my throat. “You like Daddy to own your cock?”
His nostrils flare as a whimper leaves his lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
“What are some things you don’t like?”
He shakes his head.
“Be honest, Bentley. Please.”
“I’m scared.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know if the things you did with Arian were real or for show.”
“It doesn't matter. You’re not Arian. Why would you be afraid to tell me things you don’t like?”
“Because I want you to like me. I want you to want me.”
Ah. I just learned something very important about sweet Bentley. His submission is absolute, to the point where he would sacrifice himself to be what I want. That is unacceptable.
“Did you like the way I called Arian names?”
He shakes his head, just barely, but I catch it.
“Did you like when I slapped his face and tied him up?”
His brow furrows as he shakes his head again.
“Did you like it when I cuddled him after and told him how beautiful he was?”
He nods.
“Okay. So you don’t like humiliation, and you don’t like BDSM. Is that right?”
He nods, his eyes downcast.
“Bentley. Look at me.”
He forces his eyes up.
“I don’t like it either.”
His eyes go wide. “What?”
“That’s not my style. It was for the cameras, and that was the downfall of my relationship with him. One of
many, but that played a part. I wasn’t happy, but it’s what the fans wanted of us, so we gave in.”
His bottom lip quivers. “Really?”
“Really. I would describe myself as more of a doting Daddy. I want a boy I can cuddle and praise. I’ve never experienced a boy who likes to serve, but I’m open to exploring that.”
Bentley looks as if he could cry. “I knew it. Well, I didn’t know it, but I thought I did. I could tell you were different after you got with Arian. I could see how you changed.”
“You were right, sweet boy. Now, don’t get me wrong, I can be aggressive in bed, but only with your absolute consent. I don’t get off on restraint, but I do enjoy edging and orgasm control.”
He nods enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”
“Do you have a fantasy that you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t yet?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me?”
His teeth sink into that lip again. I reach up and gently tug it free. He releases a tiny whimper in response.
“I think it would be fun to try a cock cage. Maybe if we can’t see each other for a while, or if I’ve been bad and won’t stop touching myself.”
I close my eyes for a moment. He’s going to be the death of me.
“Do you touch yourself a lot?”
A smirk pulls at his lips. “Once or twice a day.”
“Mm, my boy has a healthy sex drive, huh?”
“Fueled by you.” It’s a whisper.
“Thank you for being so honest with me. I think we might find that many of our desires align.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Do you want a boy twenty-four-seven?”
“I’m not sure how much I can give you right now, Bentley. You’re extremely enticing, and I fully intend to take you to my bed if you want that, but a relationship is still a question mark.”
“You’re not over Arian yet?”
“Romantically, I’m over him.”
Bentley’s shoulders drop with relief.
“But I gave too much of myself and it left me depleted. I don’t know what I have to offer someone else.”
Bentley searches my eyes then reaches up and cups my face. He doesn’t speak, just smiles, filling me with warmth. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I want him to speak, but he doesn’t.
