Legendary Daddy by Mia Monroe (each kindness read aloud txt) 📕

“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