Legendary Daddy

by Mia Monroe

  I smile. “Good answer.”

  Matty cocks his head. “Testing my desperation levels?”

  “You would do the same for me.”

  “I would. That’s why we’re best friends.”

  “One of many reasons. Ready to go out there?”

  “Let’s do this.”

  When we make our way back to the living room, Finn and Bentley are sitting together on the couch, chatting. Two whiskey cocktails are sitting on the table and the boys are holding pink drinks. Bentley sees me first and his face lights up. Finn twists and looks coy when he sees Matteo.

  “Shall we go out, boys?” I ask.

  Bentley looks terrified. “Like this?”

  “I assumed that’s why you dressed up.”

  He shakes his head. “No. It was just for fun. I thought we could order dinner and just relax here.”

  “I agree,” Finn says. “I wouldn’t have enough nerve to go out like this.”

  “LA is pretty open,” Bentley says to his friend. “But…I don’t know.”

  “If you’re not comfortable, it’s fine. I’m sure Matty won’t mind hanging out here.”

  “Not at all,” he says. “We can all...talk and get to know each other more.”

  The boys make room for us on the couch, and Matty and I sit and take sips of our drinks. I turn my attention to Bentley while Matteo makes small talk with Finn.

  “You look beautiful, but I have something to say.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  I think about my words. “How does this make you feel? Did you do it because you like to look this way? Would you like to more often?”

  He frowns. “Do you like it?”

  “This isn’t about me. Answer me, please.”

  He shrugs, shifting his eyes away.

  “Bentley.”

  He stands abruptly and walks to the kitchen. Matteo and Finn look at me, but I just nod, indicating I’ll handle it. I find Bentley leaning on the island.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You don’t like it.”

  “Don’t put words in my mouth, boy. I asked you a question.”

  “Because you don’t like it.” He juts his chin in some kind of defiance. “You can just say so.”

  “Bentley.”

  “You liked it on Arian.”

  Ah. I see what this is. I approach him as he watches me with steely eyes. I cup his face, brushing my thumb across his flawless face.

  “Darling boy, my sweet Bentley.”

  His face softens slightly.

  “Why are you being so defiant and hostile toward me?” He starts to speak, but I shake my head. “I’m going to walk away, and you’re going to think about your behavior right now. I expect you to come back out when you’re ready to be my sweet boy again.”

  I turn on my heel before he can say a word. When I return to the living room, Matty is leaning close to Finn, who is gazing at him like he’s a god. Matty glances up at me with questioning eyes, but I shake my head. If I know Bentley as well as I think I do, he’ll be out in a few minutes.

  I sit in the armchair across from the couch sipping my drink. As predicted, it only takes a few minutes for a sheepish Bentley to appear.

  “Can I please speak to you alone, Daddy?”

  “Yes.”

  I follow him to the kitchen.

  “I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful to you.”

  “Do you want to tell me what caused this?”

  He nods. “I feel very pretty right now in my makeup and panties and cage.” He touches his collar. “This. I like playing with makeup. I worried maybe you thought it was too much, and then it hurt me because Arian always wore a lot of makeup. I wondered why you liked it on him and not on me.”

  “Are you ready to hear my thoughts?”

  “Yes.”

  “I think you look fucking amazing.” His eyes widen. “So beautiful, but you know what?”

  “What?”

  “You’re beautiful all the time. Makeup or not. Panties or not. The collar is...fuck, it’s amazing to see it on you, but it’s not what makes you beautiful either. You just are. Naturally.”

  “But...when you asked it was like you didn’t like it.”

  “No, that’s what you decided. I asked because I wanted to make sure you were doing this for you and not for me. I love you bare-faced or made up and everything in between. You have Arian in your mind as some kind of comparison, but I can tell you that I don’t. The only time I think of him is when you bring him up. You, what we have, it’s erased Arian and every other person before you. I don’t know how else to convince you of that. I thought the collar would do it.”

  His brow furrows as he looks at his feet. “God, I’m an idiot. Sometimes I don’t believe that I actually have you. I’m so sorry, Legend. You deserve better.”

  “Better than what?”

  “An insecure boy.”

  “You’re not. Far from it.” I step closer. “I deserve you. I waited a long time, kissed a lot of frogs, thought I was gonna be alone, and then you showed up. I told your parents this, but I’ll repeat it. I choose you, Bentley, and if life is kind, you’ll be the last choice I ever make. I mean that with my whole heart.”

  A smile pulls at his pretty mouth. “You’re a good Daddy. You know just what to say.”

  “Because I mean it.”

  “I’m sorry. Did I lose my treats?”

  “No, baby, you didn’t.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “So, um, I can wear makeup if I want to?”

  “Of course.”

  “But it’s okay when I don’t?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “I understand.”

  “Good.” He walks into my arms and I hold him, rubbing his back.

  “I showed Finn my cage.” Bentley steps back, gazing up at me. “He’s jealous.”

  “Maybe if he’s a good boy, he’ll earn one someday.”

  “With Matteo?”

  I chuckle. “Maybe. We’ll have to see what happens. Did you explain your collar?”

  “Oh yes. He thought it was cool. Like even better than a wedding ring.”

  His words hit me hard. “Is that something you want? Marriage?”

  He shakes his head, but the look on his face is the only answer I need. For a second, I imagine marrying this beautiful man, and it warms me up from the inside.

  “We can talk about it when the time is right.”

  He nods happily.

  “Should we go see our friends?”

  “Can I sit on your lap?”

  “I would love that.”

  The next morning, after a pleasant evening with the boys and Matty, having dinner, chatting, and drinks, I yawn as we make our way to Cedar-Sinai to pick up Ramos. Bentley kept me up late with treats that ranged from cleaning the bathroom to a full-body massage with a truly epic happy ending. I slept like I was drugged. He calls his service tasks treats for him, but I’m the one who reaps the spoils.

  As we pull into the hospital parking lot, I have to admit to myself that I’m nervous. I don’t know Ramos, but what he did for Bentley proves to me he’s a good guy. Not to mention that he jumped in front of a bullet to save a mother and child. I’m going with my gut here, and my gut says Ramos is good people.

  We search for his room, finding him sitting in the armchair when we arrive. He looks...surprisingly well. Healthy and strong.

  Bentley lights up, rushing over to him. “Hi, Ramos. You’re all better?”

  He stands a little slow, but he manages it. “Mostly, healed up, yeah. Gotta take it a little easy still.”

  I walk over and shake his hand. “You look well.”

  “Thanks, man. I think, uh, even though I don’t like how I got here, it’s been kind of nice not looking over my shoulder all the time, you know? I’ve been sleeping, eating three meals, just resting.”

  “You needed that,” Bentley says. �
�You took care of everyone else but yourself.”

  Ramos laughs softly. “I can’t fight you on that. It’s true.” His eyes move to me. “You sure this okay, man?”

  “We’re here, aren’t we?”

  He smiles. “Yeah, you are. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “Do we need to get your clothes from your place?” Bentley asks.

  “Nah, I ain’t going back there.” He points to a bag on the bed. “My sister got my stuff for me. The stuff I need. I have a little money in my pocket. I’ll buy some clothes.”

  Bentley nods but looks concerned. “Is your family upset you got hurt?”

  “My sister was. She’s the only one who talks to me. They didn’t like it when they found out I was into guys.”

  “Are you gay?” Bentley asks.

  Ramos shakes his head. “Bi.” He shrugs. “I guess. I haven’t been with a girl in a long time, but I used to date them. It was cool.” He grins. “But, uh, men are pretty sweet too. I guess you guys know that.”

  I chuckle. “I’m aware.”

  “The only thing I ever wanted from a girl was makeup tips,” Bentley says, smiling.

  Ramos laughs. “Nothing wrong with that.”

  “Let’s get you out of here,” I say, grabbing his bag.

  Ramos gets checked out, and after refusing a wheelchair, we make our way down. I grab the car while Bentley waits with Ramos. Matty insisted on moving to a hotel this morning to give Ramos a safe place to rest and heal and not feel like he was crowded. Based on the looks they were sharing last night, I won’t be surprised if Finn volunteers to go with him.

  Once we’re home, Bentley and I help Ramos to the guest room. It’s nicely made up with a change of sheets. Matteo’s doing.

  Ramos looks around the room. “I never slept anywhere as nice as this. I feel out of place.”

  “You’re not,” Bentley says. “We want you here.”

  “He’s right.”

  Ramos turns to me. “So, um, did you like, win the lottery, or is porn a good job?”

  I laugh. “Porn is a damn good job.”

  “Wow.”

  Bentley waggles his eyebrows at me. Ramos has a look that would do well in the adult industry. He has a nice build, not too muscular, with lots of tattoos and a piercing above his left eye. He has a tough-guy look, but his face is damn pretty. I’m not a fan though of entering porn out of desperation. It can be a tough industry. You have to truly want it and know how to navigate it to do well. Otherwise, it can chew you up and spit you out.

  “Why don’t you rest,” I suggest. “Bentley will check on you later for lunch.”

  Ramos nods. “Yeah, the doctor said not to push too much. Thanks again, man.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  We leave him and make our way to the living room where I sit on the couch and Bentley sits on my lap.

  “Do you think Ramos would like to do porn?” Bentley asks.

  “I don’t know him well yet.”

  “I think he would be hot.”

  I poke his belly. “Hey.”

  “Not as hot as you, but I can’t get you in front of a camera.”

  I search his eyes for a few lingering seconds. “What if I wanted to perform again?”

  His face lights up. “I support that.”

  “What if I wanted to perform with you?”

  Now his face falls. “Me?”

  “It’s a job for me. Granted, one I’ve always enjoyed. I loved it. It was so empowering, and, in a weird way, I felt like I was contributing something to the world. Enjoyment, sure, but I remember being a kid on the verge of my teen years and knowing that I didn’t feel the same way about girls that my friends did. I was desperate for understanding.

  “One night, my parents were out and I was snooping in their room. I found a video tape of a porn movie. I watched it. It was a threesome with two guys and a girl. I remember being fixated on those guys, and when they both entered her and their dicks were rubbing against each other, I thought I was going to explode. I knew then that I was gay. Years later, when I saw my first gay porn, it felt like being seen. It was amazing to me to see men enjoying and exploring their sexuality so brazenly.”

  “That’s beautiful, Daddy.”

  I nod. “When I got into the industry myself, it was the most liberating thing in the world. It was like a big fuck you to society and anyone condemning me because of who I was attracted to. I miss it. I’ve missed it nearly every day since I stopped. At first I couldn’t deal with the possible backlash again.”

  “And now?”

  “Now I can’t imagine fucking anyone who isn’t you. It might be a job, but it’s a deeply personal one for me.”

  His teeth move to that bottom lip as his eyes search mine.

  “I don’t want you to ever feel pressured though. It’s not for everyone.”

  “But if I don’t, you won’t perform.”

  “Not true. I just won’t perform right now. Maybe once we’re deeper into our relationship, I can look at things differently.”

  Bentley scratches his fingers through my beard. “I think I would still be okay with you performing with other people, but…” A slow smile grows. “It does sound kind of hot for it to be us.”

  “It does, but the time is not now. There would be comparisons, you know. To my past.”

  He nods. “I bet we’re hotter together than anyone you’ve been with. Even The Angel.”

  “I can assure you we are.”

  “Maybe someday.”

  “Maybe.” I kiss his soft lips. “We’ll figure it out and make a decision as a couple.”

  His smile grows. “That sounds amazing.”

  “Should we go find Finn?”

  “Oh, he texted. He and Matteo went out exploring LA together.”

  “Ah. Do you know how things fared between them last night?”

  “Matteo was a gentleman. Kissed his forehead and tucked him in.”

  “And how did Finn feel about that?”

  “Mixed. Kind of hoped to get fucked but respected the treatment. I told him ‘welcome to the world of Daddy kink.’”

  I laugh.

  “Speaking of…” Bentley grins. “Can we watch a movie?”

  “Sure.”

  “Can I cuddle?”

  A shiver runs through me. “Absolutely.”

  As we get comfortable, Bentley in my lap and rubbing his ass on my dick, I find a movie. I love cuddles, I love this life we’re creating, and I love this man. This is the fucking life.

  Twenty-Six

  Bentley

  I wake with a heavy feeling between my legs. My cock is desperate to stretch with desire, but I’m still wearing my cage. A sleepy smile pulls at my lips. The metal is warm thanks to the bedding, but every time I move, it pulls gently on my skin. Legend owns my dick. How fucking cool is that.

  “You okay?” Legend asks, his voice still groggy.

  “The cage is tight. My dick is trying so hard to break free.”

  “Are you uncomfortable?”

  “Kind of, but it’s kind of cool too.”

  Legend chuckles. “Let me see you. Come up here.”

  “Where?”

  “Straddle Daddy’s chest.”

  A shiver runs through me as I scramble into position. Legend checks my cage, lifting it gently and touching my dick through the slats.

  “I think we’ll take it off for a bit. I don’t want your skin to get too irritated.”

  “Whatever you say, Daddy.”

  I move off the bed while Legend grabs the key. As he unlocks it, he presses soft kisses to my belly and thighs, making me giggle. Once the cage is open, it’s a massive shift in sensation, and I gasp.

  “Whoa.”

  “Good?”

  “Weird.” I laugh, looking down at my cock as it grows. It has pale pink marks on it from the cage, which only makes it grow harder. “My dick looks nice.”

  “It’s gorgeous. Let’s go shower, and then Daddy wants a taste.
”

  “It’s yours whether I have the cage on or not.”

  Legend grins, dragging his fingers under my sensitive balls. “You are so good to me, sweet boy.”

  “You deserve it, Daddy.”

  A few days later, in the studio, I’m looking at my camera playback.

  “Are you happy with it?”

  I glance up at Legend as he replaces the soiled linens after a super-hot scene with Mack and Cas. The two of them left about thirty minutes ago, leaving me and Legend alone to discuss how it went.

  “I think it went really well.”

  “So do I. You’re a true visionary.”

  I smile. “Thank you. I’m proud of my work.”

  “As you should be.”

  “I just need to pack up my cameras and then we can go.”

  “Fine.”

  I gather my gear together as Legend sits in the armchair. He’s looking at his phone, but right now, he has this incredibly serene and sexy look on his face. On impulse, I turn my camera on him.

  “Oh, Daddy Legend?”

  He looks up, grinning when he sees the camera. “Yes?”

  “How about an interview?”

  “For?”

  “Me.”

  He sets his phone on the small table beside him. “What would you like to know?”

  “Favorite position?”

  “Any that involve you.”

  I laugh. “I’m being serious, Daddy.”

  “Hmm.” He taps his chin. “I love being ridden.”

  “Why?”

  “I like seeing the person I’m with. Facial expressions are hot. I love stroking a cock while pounding their hole.”

  “Um, that’s making me hard.”

  “I especially like it when you ride me.”

  I giggle. “Why?”

  “Because you’re so damn pretty.”

  I walk closer. “You’re the sexiest man alive.”

  “Thank you. What else do you want to know?”

  “Favorite actor you’ve performed with?”

  He tilts his head. “I did a threesome scene with Sharod and this guy named Kris a few years ago. That was hot.”

  “Why?”

  “Sharod has a similar energy to me. We thrived off each other. It was very sexy.”