by Mia Monroe
“No.” He scrunches his nose. “Toast?”
“That’s all?”
“Um, coffee?”
“Definitely.”
“I don’t like to eat much in the morning. I have more energy if I eat light and save my bigger meal for lunch.”
“Toast and coffee coming up.”
After a quick breakfast, we move to the living room.
“Do you want to get dressed?” I ask.
“No.” He grins.
“That’s fine with me.” We sit silently for a few minutes. “How does your family treat you?”
Bentley lifts his head to me. “Oh, they’re okay people. No drama over me being gay or anything if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Are your parents married?”
“Not to each other. They got divorced when I was eighteen, but we all knew it was coming. They were distant for years. I was the baby, so they waited till I went to college.”
“How was that for you?”
He shrugs. “Whatever makes them happy. They’re both remarried to nice enough people. They think I work in Hollywood.” He laughs. “Close enough.”
“It is.”
“You?”
“My parents are married and in their early sixties. I was the first born, and they were young.”
“I have a brother and a sister. You?”
“Just a brother. Eight-year age difference.”
“Are you close?”
I nod. “Enough.”
“Do they know what you do?”
“Definitely. I’ve never hidden it or been ashamed. Certainly, they’ve tried to, quote, ‘reason with me,’ but eventually, they just accepted that I’m an adult and can do what I want.” I boop his nose with my index finger. “They even know I’m a Daddy.”
“And they’re accepting?”
“Mostly. Some extended family will give me looks at family events, but guess how many fucks I give?”
Bentley grins. “None?”
“Exactly.”
“They probably watch your videos.”
I laugh. “They might.”
“Your cousin Ricky, who is totally straight, only looked once just to see for himself, but he doesn't have it bookmarked or anything. Because he’s straight.”
Another chuckle escapes me. “Very possible. Although I don’t really want to think about any of my family members getting off to my videos.”
“Ooh.” He scrunches that cute nose. “Good point. Let’s erase that.”
“Done.” I study his face for a few seconds. “Can you show me some of your work?”
His eyes go wide. “Really? You want to see it?”
“Really.”
“Um, okay, but it’s porn.”
“You don’t say.”
Bentley giggles. “I mean, we’d be watching porn together.”
“We were porn last night.”
He sighs happily. “We were. I bet it would’ve looked amazing on video.”
“You would have. I can confirm. I’ve never seen anything more stunning.”
“Do you mean that, or are you just being a swoony Daddy?”
“I definitely mean it. You’re absolutely gorgeous, boy. I can’t stop looking at you.”
“I hope that’s always true.”
I cup his chin, drawing him closer for a kiss. “So do I.”
Ten
Bentley
“Do you have a computer?”
“I’ll go get it. Do you need pants or anything? Are you cold, sweet boy?”
I could literally live off the way Legend’s deep voice sounds when he says boy. Plus I usually get a nice adjective with it—sweet, gorgeous, pretty.
“Bentley?”
I blink. “No, Daddy. Not cold.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
While he’s gone, I glance around the room. His home is nice and much different than I thought it would be. I guess I pictured him living in some industrial-style loft downtown, with a motorcycle and an SUV, not on the outskirts of town surrounded by trees with views of LA that make it look like a tiny town down below us. It’s furnished comfortably, inviting you to take off your shoes, get comfortable, and stay awhile. It’s a manly place, filled with dark woods and deep grays, but it has a lot of soft edges, like the blankets on the big L-shaped sectional, the rug on the wood floors that looks cozy enough to sleep on, and the dim lighting in the evening. There’s a big fireplace I think I would very much like to be fucked in front of. It’s a far cry from my place, but Legend is at a different point in his life. I’ll make it to his level someday.
“Here we go,” he says, returning with a laptop.
As soon as I see him again, nerves assault my stomach. What if he doesn’t like my work? What if he thinks I suck and decides never to work with me?
“Baby.”
My eyes snap up to him, almost on their own. When he uses his Daddy-voice, I am helpless to resist.
“Yes?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Um, I got nervous.”
He nods, sitting next to me. “You don’t have to show me if you’re not ready, but I’d like to see.”
“No, I’m ready. I wanted you to see it. It just feels weird because I’m sitting here. If you hate it…”
“I doubt I’m going to hate it.” His hand moves to mine, and it feels so nice there. I always want some part of him touching some part of me. “I’m interested.”
I nod, finding my courage. “Okay, well, Mack and Cas have an exclusive video I filmed. It’s been popular with fans.”
“Show it to me.”
“Okay.”
I take the laptop, sign into my OnlyFans account, and navigate to Mack’s page. It’s the top video, so it’s very easy to find.
“Ready?” I ask.
Legend nods. “Yes.”
I click play, then direct my eyes to Legend instead of the screen. He watches it, tilting his head and rubbing my arm or playing with my fingers. There’s a moment when Mack flips Cas over and pounds him from behind. I’m particularly proud of my camera angle there. I stood on a chair to get it, keeping the camera at Mack’s height so we—the viewer—could see his cock sliding in and out of Cas. His fingers dig into Cas’s flesh, leaving marks, then his other hand comes down, smacking Cas so hard that his gorgeous little ass jiggles. Cas moans, “yes, Daddy,” and Mack complies with another smack.
My eyes move back to Legend’s face. He’s watching intently but silently. After a few minutes, he presses pause.
“How did you get it to look so…” He pauses, his brow furrowing. “I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s like standing in the room with them but heightened. Oh. I know. It’s like being them instead of just watching them. I’ve seen POV porn before, but this is not like that. It’s more…immersive. How did you do it?”
A bubble of pride wells up inside me. “Lots of cameras and movement. I get involved in the scene. Like here for example.” I rewind the video slightly. “When Cas is lying here, I’m right next to him. I’ve been hit with sweat, spit, and cum before because I’m involved in it. Oh and here.” I scroll through the video until I get to my best scene. Mack is holding Cas’s ass cheeks apart, rubbing his thumb over his hole. “I’m on my knees between Mack and Cas here so I can get the up-close, then I move back and get on a chair so I’m at Mack’s height. Then I get out of the way so he can fuck.”
“It’s incredible.” Legend looks at me. “Beautiful.”
“Thank you, Legend. That means a lot. I was hoping somehow you would come across this video, and then you would know I’m not just a silly kid. I know what I’m doing. I just need my break.”
“This video has a lot of views.”
“I know. I just don’t know what to do next. I don’t want to work for a studio, but I would like to work with one. What I really want, though, is to start my own company. Mack said he’d be open to talking to me about a contract if I do it.” I shrug. “But I need more than Ma
ck, and it’s hard to find talent with star power who will work with someone new to the industry.”
“Sure. I get that.” Legend studies my face for a few seconds. “I could call in some favors.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve worked in this industry for more than twenty years. I know people. Jack Sinful, Sharod…” He pauses, tapping his chin. “Mm, Kenny Jack.”
My eyes widen. “You know Kenny Jack?”
“I do. Cool guy, but hard to work with. A scene with him would get some notice though.”
“And Sharod. He’s a beast.”
“He is. Oh, and I know Taylor Maines. Cute little twink who loves Dom Daddies.”
“He is cute.”
“If you’re ready, we could do this.”
I bite my lip, gazing into his eyes.
“Bentley. The lip.”
I release it. “Sorry. Um, I could be ready, but I don’t know how much I could pay these guys yet. I have some money saved, but I don’t know...” I look back at the screen. “Plus, it’s not perfect yet. See the shadow on the bed? I should have caught that.”
“A shadow is not a mistake.”
“It ruins the experience. It makes the viewer aware of the camera. That’s not what I want.”
Legend nods, studying the screen. “I understand. It’s your art.” His hand moves to my back. “But, Bentley, it’s truly spectacular.”
“Is it hot?”
He chuckles. “Your two hundred thousand views says yes.”
“But do you think it’s hot?”
“Yes, very.” He sets the laptop on the coffee table then motions for me to climb on his lap. “I was viewing it objectively, but I’m positive if I was watching for entertainment, I’d be ready to tear you up right now.”
I laugh softly. Legend’s hand moves between my legs, rubbing my cock.
“You’re not turned on.”
“It’s my work. I can’t enjoy it like that.”
“I think that’s a sign of a good director. That’s how Bobby is.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He cups my chin. “I’ll tell you what is hot though.”
“What?”
“The idea of watching porn with you. Porn you didn’t make, porn I’m not in. Just sitting here with my pretty boy in my lap, enjoying something beautiful.”
I meet his eyes. “You’re romantic, Daddy.”
“I guess I am. I’m more traditional than you might think for a guy like me.”
“Like what? Do you want to get married and have kids and stuff?”
He frowns, making me think my question was too personal.
“I do want to get married.” His voice is tinged with hurt. “I thought I would 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 as the sun in the sky right now. No. So that’s good. I’ve made progress. I am definitely over Arian emotionally. But now what? I’m forty years old, and I don’t know what I’m doing with my career next. Am I directing? Am I filming? Am I still a Daddy on screen? These are all questions to which I don’t have any answers.
I have an opportunity here with Bentley. A chance to reinvent myself and start over. But it’s already complicated because we’re sleeping together, and there’s no way I can go back to not sleeping with Bentley now that I know how divine he is. He’s the perfect boy for me. In fact, he’s everything I wished I could have had with Arian.
Do I cross the line between relationship and business again? Can I trust myself not to let it get away from me and make sure my own needs are met while also respecting Bentley’s needs? I could do a lot for Bentley. I could introduce him to people. I could even invest. We can have something here if only I’m brave enough to take the next step. And that next step is going back into the industry that turned on me.
For months after things went down with Arian, I looked for work, but I was constantly road blocked. Lots of “we’ll get back to you” conversations. I didn’t blame them. Arian painted a perfect picture of me as the bad guy, and I let him. I considered changing my name and trying abroad. Anything to get back what I had lost. The last thing I envisioned was being washed-up at forty and proving my parents right that I should have had a professional backup plan. I have plenty of money in the bank, but I’m not ready to retire for good. I should have defended myself.
