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

Legend’s hands rub across my belly. “Is there more?”

I nod. “I went on some dates here, looking for that elusive perfect Daddy. There was a very dominant man. I thought maybe he could be the guy, but I quickly learned he wanted absolute submission. He asked me to stay with him for a weekend to show me, and I agreed.” I shake my head. “It was awful. Sexually, I’m submissive. Obviously. But in my day-to-day life, I like to have some say, but he didn’t want that. He wanted me to sleep in a cage, and be fed by him.”

“A cage?”

“Yeah. He had this big crate thing with a mattress and blankets. It was at the foot of his bed. He liked his boys to sleep in there. Boys were possessions to him, not people.”

“Did something bad happen to you?”

“No. By Saturday night, I was so stressed. I knew that wasn’t for me, but I didn’t know how to assert myself. My consent wasn’t something he was interested in. We went to bed that night, and as I lay there awake, I found the courage I needed to stand up for myself. I got up and packed my things. It was barely morning when I woke him and told him I was leaving. He was mean about it and told me I was a shitty boy and no Daddy would want me. I think I kind of believed him, but I left.”

“That’s good. Very good.”

“I was proud of myself.” I sit up, twisting around so I can face him. “I was glad I met him because that experience taught me to speak up. When I met you, I thought I would remember that lesson, but I wanted you so much, I would have done anything for you. Literally, anything.”

Legend nods, watching me with affectionate eyes.

“And then you taught me another lesson. You showed me how a Daddy should be. You respected me as a person and asked about my limits. You didn’t let me go too far. You’ve shown me what a healthy relationship looks like. Even when I start to rely on bad habits, you gently pull me back. For years, you were a dream, a fantasy in my head, but actually, you’re everything I want and need in real life too.” I wipe away a tear, smiling. “Thank you, Legend, for helping me see myself differently. I am beautiful and talented, and, um, I’m a good boy.”

“Aw, Bentley, you’re a perfect boy for me.” He takes my hands in his. “Why don’t we get out of here and talk in bed?”

I nod. “Okay, Daddy.”

After drying off, we lie in bed together, facing each other. Legend has a beautiful smile on his face as he brushes my hair from my forehead.

“Can I tell you a story?” he asks.

I nod. “Please.”

“I was twenty-four when I discovered the Daddy lifestyle. A friend of mine saw it in me and invited me to a party. There was this boy there that I took to. We spent the night and then the weekend and then months together, and I learned how to embrace this part of me. I experimented with different aspects, trying to find my place.”

“Did you love him?”

“No. It was just...sexual. It was a few more years before I started to bring that side of me into my work. That also allowed me to explore my boundaries even further. Unfortunately, I attracted boys looking for someone domineering and strict, but I wanted to be doting and spoil them. It resulted in a lot of frustrating outcomes.”

I nod, just listening.

“Then I met Arian, and, at first, it seemed like I had found my match. He was beautiful, yes, but he was also sweet, and I thought he loved me. I fell hard and fast, and I was so blinded. All I wanted was his happiness. The more popular we got, the more he changed, but I was so wrapped up in him at that point, I just…” He shrugs. “I just went along with it.”

“That’s when the rough Daddy stuff started?”

Legend nods. “We did one scene and it blew up. Arian latched on to that. He comes from a bad background, and all he wanted was fame and money. The more I pushed back, the more we fought, but then the cameras would roll, and I would fall in line. I was complicit. I liked the money and attention too. When the cameras went away, I would be left feeling empty and used.”

“That’s sad.”

“It is. It all fell apart the day I reached my limit. I hated the scene, but I hated myself more for allowing it. I tried to reason with him, but he couldn’t see anything but the fans and the money. He purposely tried to destroy me, and I thought it worked. I walked away, gave up a twenty-year career, refused to date. I didn’t trust myself anymore. I couldn’t imagine sifting through boy after boy to find the right one.”

“Yeah.”

“And then you showed up. Like a rainbow after a rainstorm. You were this bright spot in what had become a life covered in fog. I couldn’t see my future, but then you came to show it to me.”

My stomach tightens as my breath hitches. “Really?”

“I’ll be honest. I expected a few pleasant fucks and that’s it.” He smiles. “But spending time with you was addictive. You made me feel like myself again. You reminded me who I was before Arian. Remember that script I told you about?”

“Yes.”

“You tore it up. I made you stand in front of the mirror to see your beauty. You made me stop hiding behind a mistake. You make me want to step up and be the man and the Daddy you need. Your smile cleared the fog and left hope and happiness in its place.”

“Daddy,” I whisper.

His brow furrows. “I don’t want you to feel any pressure, but I do want to be honest with you.