Legendary Daddy

by Mia Monroe

  “What happened?” Bentley asks.

  He shrugs. “It all went down so fast. I was sitting on the steps, and I noticed this car kept cruising by, slowing down. It made me worried, you know?”

  We all nod.

  “Then I saw these guys on the corner. I just knew some shit was about to go down. I’m about to leave, but this mom and her baby come walking down the sidewalk. I want to warn her, right?” He shakes his head. “Then the bullets just started, man. Instinct, I threw myself on the mom and her kid. All of a sudden, there was so much pain, I thought I was dying. The woman called the ambulance for me. I was shot in my back twice, but she and the baby were okay, so I feel good about that.”

  “You’re a hero,” Bentley says.

  “Nah. I’m just a guy from the hood. Didn’t want to see no baby get shot.”

  “Who’s taking care of you when you’re released?” I ask.

  Ramos chuckles but then winces from the pain. “Same person who always takes care of me.” He points at his chest. “This guy.”

  Bentley’s eyes shift to me, pleading with me. I know without asking what he wants.

  “Come stay with us.”

  Ramos opens his eyes wide. “What? Nah, man. I can’t do that.”

  “Why not?”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “Bentley knows you. You need a safe place to continue to heal. You can’t go back home right now. It’s not safe.”

  His brow furrows. “But it’s all I know. I don’t know how to be in no normal neighborhood.”

  “You can learn,” Bentley says. “You’re a good person, Ramos, with a big heart. You do a lot for other people. Let some people do something for you.”

  Ramos studies Bentley, then me, before glancing at Finn. “Maybe for like a week or something. Just till I get back on my feet.”

  Bentley lights up. “Good decision, Ramos.”

  “You guys are good people,” he says. “I don’t know why you care, but thanks.”

  “You cared about Bentley when he needed it,” I say. “I can never thank you enough for that kindness you showed him.”

  “They say you reap what you sow,” Finn says. “Seems to me like you’ve earned a little kindness coming your way.”

  Ramos smiles as his features soften. “Thanks, man.”

  “Call us when you’re ready to be released,” Bentley says. “You still have my number?”

  “I do.”

  After leaving Ramos, I walk Bentley and Finn back to my car that they borrowed for the day.

  “Thank you for coming, Daddy.”

  I cup his chin. “Of course.”

  “And thank you for letting him stay.”

  “Your house is becoming the land of misfit toys,” Finn says, chuckling.

  I laugh too. “That’s actually pretty fitting. I always felt like I didn’t quite fit anywhere. I made a career from porn, dancing to my own beat. I live in a fancy house among celebrities who would never let me into their inner circle.”

  “But they’ve probably watched you in private,” Bentley teases.

  I shrug. “Maybe. I like the idea of creating my own place of belonging. I don’t need the acceptance of strangers. Never have.”

  “Maybe that’s the piece that ties us all together,” Bentley says. “We’re all on non-traditional paths, guided by choice over obligation.”

  “That’s a good perspective.”

  Finn shrugs. “I’m not guided by anything, but I’m definitely a misfit. I have no idea what to do with my life.”

  Bentley rubs his arm. “You’ll figure it out.”

  “Are you guys staying out much longer?” I ask.

  “No, we’ll follow you home,” Bentley says. “By the way, when is Matteo coming back?”

  “Next week.”

  “Who is Matteo?” Finn asks.

  “My best friend. He’s the one who opened the photography studio down here. We’re gonna go look at a few apartments for him to rent so he has a place to stay when he’s in town.”

  “You’ll like him,” Bentley says to Finn. “He’s nice.”

  “He is.”

  “And gorgeous.”

  “Hey,” I growl playfully.

  “Down, Daddy. I only have eyes for you.”

  “Damn, you guys are goals.” Finn sighs.

  Bentley grins. “You’ll get yours. I have a good feeling.”

  So do I, but I keep that thought to myself. Matteo will trip over himself when he sees Finn. Plus, he’s a bit of a project, and I’ve never seen Matteo shy away from a fixer-upper.

  Three days later, I busy myself in the living room wrapping Bentley’s gifts before he wakes. The items I purchased are even more stunning in person, and I can barely wait for him to see them. It feels like Christmas morning and soothes something inside me to be able to spoil him like this.

  Bentley was right—he’s not like other boys. The way he stood up for himself with his parents made me unbelievably proud. It’s like when he’s working. He’s wonderfully self-confident. I smile. But then when it’s us, he’s submissive, compliant, stunning in his absolute deference to me. When his sweet voice calls me Daddy, it fills parts of me I didn’t know were empty.

  And now we’re in love. I truly believe we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, and the best part about it is how different it feels from anyone else I’ve been with. I remember the insecurity that rushed through me when I said those three words to Arian. They were tinged with desperation to keep him. He always taunted me with other men, and instead of calling his bluff or letting him go, I doubled down on gifts and affection.

  My relationship with Bentley is so obviously different, it’s shocking I didn’t see how dysfunctional my relationship was before. When I said the words to him, it felt perfect and like finally getting something you wanted so much. I waited a long time for Bentley, but he is absolutely worth it.

  I stack the gifts then carry them to the bedroom to wake my boy. It’s only eight, and given what I know about Finn so far, we have hours of alone time. Hopefully, we can help him get some structure in his life. Or a good Daddy can.

  Bentley is snuggled in the covers. I’ve learned that he sleeps cold even though he feels like a little furnace wrapped around me. He also sleeps deep. I swear an earthquake could shake the house down and he would barely stir. The only thing that seems to break his sleep is if I’m gone too long. More than an hour and he notices. I made it back in forty minutes.

  Entering the bathroom, I pause and glance around for a few minutes. I was thinking about taking a bath, but maybe I’ll shower. I strip out of my clothes, turn on the water to get it heating up, then slip back into the bedroom to wake my boy.

  I lean down and brush his hair from his forehead, whispering his name. His eyes flutter open and a sweet smile spreads across his face once he focuses on me.

  “Morning, Daddy.”

  “Morning, sweet boy. Can you get up for Daddy? I’m running a shower for us.”

  “Why?” he moans. “It’s so comfy here. You could get back in and cuddle.”

  I chuckle. “I promise it’s worth getting up for.” I point to the stack of gifts sitting on the small console table in the room.

  Bentley perks up. “Is it my birthday? Christmas?”

  “It’s reward day for a very good boy.”

  “Oh, Daddy. I feel so spoiled.”

  “You don’t even know what they are yet.” I cup his chin. “But I enjoy spoiling you. I can’t wait to see your face. Let’s get clean first.”

  Nodding enthusiastically, he flies out of bed and into the bathroom. I chuckle as I follow him, slipping into the shower.

  “Do you want to wash Daddy?”

  “Oh my god. It is my birthday!”

  “I can’t wait to celebrate birthdays and Christmas and lots of reward days with you.”

  Bentley gazes up, beaming at me. “Me too, Daddy.” He starts his task, methodically washing each part of me, from my t
oes to my hair. He’s always careful to avoid my cock until the end when it’s hard and leaking from his touch.

  “Can I kiss it?” he asks sweetly.

  “Not yet. Presents first.”

  He nods. “Okay, Daddy.”

  “Let me wash you.”

  He puts his arms up, allowing me the pleasure of running my hands all over his supple skin. I don’t avoid his cock, stroking it in my soapy hands until he’s a panting mess plastered against me. It’s adorable. He groans when I release him, focusing instead on sliding my fingers between his ass cheeks. More whimpering takes place until I mercifully release him to rinse us off.

  After we shower, we lie in the coolness of our bedroom. I can sense his excited energy, but he’s behaving right now and waiting.

  “Bentley?”

  “Yes, Daddy?”

  “Do you want to open your gifts?”

  “Not really. Gifts are boring. We could play checkers instead.”

  I snort. “Is that so?”

  “No.” He sits up. “Yes, please, I want to open my gifts.”

  “Go get them, good boy.”

  Bentley hops off the bed, leaving his towel behind, which is fine by me. His body is gorgeous. He grabs the stack of three boxes.

  “Start with the bottom box and work up.”

  He nods, setting the boxes on the bed. He opens the biggest box first, digging carefully through the tissue paper. When he spots the items, his mouth drops.

  “Ooh.”

  “Take them out.”

  He nods, his cheeks flushing. Piece by piece, he lifts the custom lace panties I ordered. Pink, black, teal, and white. The final piece is more of a teddy set with a matching lace top to go with the panties.

  He glances up, eyes wide. “These are for me?”

  “Yes. Put the pink ones on, please.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  I watch as he slides on the pink lace jock. They are gorgeous in their own right with a large lace pattern, a sheer strip near the waist band, and two strips that tuck under his luscious ass. The rest is bare, giving me perfect access.

  “How do I look, Daddy?” He twirls around.

  “Fucking amazing. How do you feel?”

  “Sexy.”

  “You are.” I palm my dick under the towel. “Open the second box.”

  He complies, peering inside then gasping. “Daddy.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Oh my god. Is it mine?”

  “All yours.”

  He claps, bouncing on his toes. “I’ve never had one that was all mine.” He pulls the gold cock cage out of the box.

  It cost a lot, thanks to the gold cage and the diamond-encrusted lock, but I figured this was one place not to skimp on quality. Like the lace panties.

  “Can I wear it now?”

  “Oh yes. Get the lube.”

  He nods, running to grab it from the nightstand and hurrying back to give it to me. I work quickly, coating the inside with the lube to avoid chafing his precious skin, then I pull the panties down to grab his balls, gently squeezing as I tuck his pretty cock inside the gilded cage. His erection threatens to stop this from happening, but as he grips my shoulders, he exhales, and his cock deflates just enough for me to get it on.

  “Done.”

  “Fuck, that was hard, Daddy. I had to imagine gross things to make my dick calm down.”

  I laugh softly. “You’re beautiful. Go look in the mirror.”

  He does, standing and turning back and forth. Then he tugs the panties down to reveal the cage and his smile grows so big it could fall off the earth.

  “I look amazing. So beautiful.”

  “You’re absolutely right about that. Now come open the last thing.”

  “I can’t imagine what could be better than these things.”

  “Just wait.”

  As he pulls at the wrapping paper, anticipation fills me like an overflowing bucket of water. My cock hardens and my stomach flutters. This is just as new for me as it is for him.

  Bentley lifts the lid off the small black box and gasps loudly. “No. Is it...? Oh, Daddy.”

  “Do you like it?”

  He looks up, tears filling his eyes. “I’m overwhelmed.”

  “Come here, sweet boy.”

  He walks into my arms and lays his head on my shoulder. I rub his back, both of us accepting this moment that’s about to happen.

  “You want this, right?” I check.

  “More than I want to keep breathing.”

  “On your knees, boy.”

  His breath rattles out of him. “Daddy-voice.” He sinks to his knees, gazing up at me with those big, chocolate pools I’ve found myself lost in more times than I can count. His hands move to my chest, swirling his fingers in the hair he finds there, then gently circling my nipples. “Can I suck a little bit to calm down?”

  “Of course.”

  Bentley scoots forward, latching on and sucking at my nipple. The action sends repeated jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. As if sensing my need, he reaches under the towel and strokes me. I don’t want to come yet, but I think I could just like this—his hot mouth and desperate comfort pushing me right over the edge of sanity.

  After a few minutes, he releases me and smiles. “I’m ready for more, Daddy.”

  “Are you sure?”

  He nods, cheeks so flushed he looks like he’s been out in the sun too long.

  “Hand it to me then.”

  A sweet whimper leaves his lips as he reaches for the box and hands it to me. I pull the item out, dangling it before him.

  “What is this, sweet boy?”

  Bentley’s breath hitches. “It’s a collar, Daddy.”

  “Just a collar?”

  He shakes his head rapidly. “It’s your collar, Daddy. For me.”

  “That’s right.” I brush my thumb across his chin. “What does it mean?”

  “It…it means I’m yours.” A smile pulls at his lips. “And everyone will know it.”

  “That’s right, beautiful boy. You’re Daddy’s. Are you ready for me to put it on?”

  “Yes.”

  With shaky hands, I wrap the black leather around his throat. It has a subtle gold plaque on the front with “Legendary” etched into it. I chose that so it could pass as anything for the more vanilla people among us, but there’s no doubt that any actor he works with in the future will know he’s taken.

  “I want you to know something, Bentley.” He gazes up at me. “For years, I’ve longed for this type of connection. I’ve even dreamed about collaring someone, but it was elusive. This means…everything to me. I cherish it. I honor it. I respect this gift you’re giving me.”

  “Daddy…” His voice breaks. “You’re so good to me. You already know…” He shakes his head. “You know I’ve always been yours, but now, it’s real.”

  “It’s real.” I clasp it and sit back to look at him. “Fuck. Stunning.”

  Bentley draws his fingers over the collar. “Feels so good.”

  “Go see yourself.”

  He hops up and stares at his reflection.

  “How do you look now?”

  He twists toward me and smiles. “Owned.”

  Twenty-Four

  Bentley

  “Come here.”

  Legend in full Daddy mode is the stuff dreams are made of. I scamper back to his feet, falling to my knees between his legs without being asked.

  I’m collared!

  “How should we celebrate?” Legend asks, carding his fingers through my hair.

  “You should fuck me so hard I forget my name and what year it is.”

  He chuckles. “That does sound good. Maybe later though.”

  I pout. “Why?”

  “Trust me?”

  “With my life.”

  His brow furrows as his hand pauses in my hair. “You mean that, don’t you?”

  “One hundred percent. I hope you feel the same way.”

  His eyes soften.
“I do.” His fingers go back to work on my scalp. “Ask me for a treat. Any treat you want.”

  “Except fucking?”

  Legend smiles. “Except fucking. Daddy will decide when we do that.”

  Exhaling, I think over my options. “Will you paint my lips?”

  He tilts his head. “Paint them with what? Lip gloss?”

  “Kind of.” I drag my finger down the length of his cock. “With this?”

  He gives me a slow nod, but then lifts his heavy cock and presses it to my lips, spreading the glistening precum across them. I smile, smacking my lips like you do with lipstick, then flick my tongue out to taste.

  “Mm, more, Daddy?”

  “Fuck,” he whispers as he squeezes another droplet of precum out and repeats the action.

  “Mm, tastes so good.”

  Legend leans forward, cupping my chin and kissing me, tasting himself on my lips. “Mixed with you, it does taste good.”

  “You’re sexy, Daddy.”

  “Thank you. Can Daddy have a treat now?”

  “Abso-freaking-lutely.”

  He laughs softly. “Turn around and bend over. Let Daddy see your pretty hole.”

  “I love that you think my butthole is pretty.”

  “Have you ever looked at it? It is pretty.”

  “No.”

  “Bend over.”

  I do, grabbing onto my ankles and wiggling my ass at him. He gives me a playful smack but grabs my waist to balance me. Then his big hands spread me apart, and I feel his warm breath in my most intimate spot. I wait for the flick of tongue that doesn’t come. He’s just looking.

  Fuck. My dick feels heavy in the new cage, hanging from my body but lodged against my thighs. All my senses are wrapped around Legend, swirling like water going down a drain.

  “Please,” I plead.

  “What do you need, boy?”

  “Something?”

  Legend presses his nose to my hole, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you’re addictive.” Finally, he drags his tongue along my crease, and I shudder. “Mm.”

  “Daddy. Treats?”

  “Turn around.” I do so on shaky legs. Legend runs his hands from my neck to my waist, playing with my nipples, my belly button, and my cage as he does. “You are gorgeous and all mine.”