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

“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.”

“All yours.”

“Ready for a treat? Then we need to go have breakfast and wake Finn.”

“Treat. I’m so spoiled, but...please.”

“Want Daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

His words calm me instantly. “Yes.”

He scoots back on the bed. “Then come get it.”

I climb after him and, on my hands and knees, suck him into my mouth. As I suck, his fingers tickle my hole and play with my cage. I’ve never felt as perfect as I do right now. I gaze up, knowing I’m pushing my luck, but I have to try.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, precious?”

“Can I have a few spanks? Just to feel it with my cage?”

He narrows his eyes as if considering my request. “Yes, I think a few spanks are okay.”

“Oh, goodie. Thank you, Daddy.”

I slide across his lap, noting the way the scruffy hair on his legs tickles my torso. His hand rests on my ass, the cage in the space between his thighs.

“Comfortable?” he checks.

“Very.”

“Good.”

Smack!

My breath catches from the unexpected swat.

“Count.”

“One.”

He leans down until his mouth is pressed against my ear. “How many?”

“Five really good ones?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Bentley.”

“You won’t. I want it so much. Send me to that special place, Daddy.”

“What place is that?”

My brow furrows. I’ve never been asked to explain. “I don’t have words.”

“Describe it.” He dots my skin with tiny pinches that set my nerve endings on fire.

“I go to a place where nothing bad exists. No stress or worries or anything. It’s just happy nothingness. All I can feel is you. I’ve never gone there just because. I think it would be nice to visit when nothing’s wrong.”

“I understand. Five good ones?”

“Really good ones. Leave marks.”

“Fuck, boy. You undo me.”

“Is that good?”

“So good. Safeword? We’ve never gotten rough before.”

“Ohio.”

“Ohio it is. Ready? Daddy will count.”

“Ready.”

Legend rubs my ass, whispering how beautiful my skin is, and how pink and swollen it will be when it’s over. When his hand comes down, it sends a literal ripple of pain and pleasure to my core.

“One.”

My breathing is hard as I grab his calf. The second smack is harder than the first, drawing my breath from my chest in a harsh puff.

“Two.”

The third one