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Legendary Daddy

Mia Monroe

Copyright © 2021 by Mia Monroe

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Cover design: Wicked by Design

Photography by: James Critchley Photography

Model: Jake Roberts

Editing by: Abbie Nicole

Proofread by: Charity VanHuss

Contents

1. Legend

2. Legend

3. Legend

4. Bentley

5. Legend

6. Bentley

7. Legend

8. Bentley

9. Legend

10. Bentley

11. Legend

12. Bentley

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26. Bentley

27. Legend

Epilogue

A Note From Mia

Also by Mia Monroe

One

Legend

“Okay, are we ready on the set?”

Sighing, I drag my hands through my hair before smoothing down my beard, filled with a sense of dread. I’m not looking forward to this, but I’m not sure how to get out of it. There’s a lot on the line right now. The biggest award show of the year is starting their nominations, and if history repeats itself, Arian and I will be nominated in numerous categories. We haven’t won any yet, but we’re hopeful this is our year. Numerous awards mean loads of money.

Arian, for his part, is primping in the mirror, rubbing oil on his skin and applying lip gloss. He’s beautiful in a way most men aren’t. The fans have nicknamed him “The Angel” because of his ethereal face, sweet voice, and feminine nature. Me? They call me Legend because of the gift between my legs. It’s actually my name though. It’s like my parents knew I was destined for a porn career.

And I love it. I know a lot of people in my family think I fell into this over some unannounced traumatic event in my life. The media has speculated that I must come from a broken home or some other tragic backstory, but the reality is that I just love fucking. I love the adult entertainment industry. I get to be exactly who I am while having sex with anyone I want. It’s more empowering than the average person probably realizes. I get paid to explore my kinks, my sexuality, and I have fun doing it.

So why am I struggling today? Two years of being tied to Arian have worn me down. We fell into a relationship fast and hard, and our online presence blew up beyond what either of us could have ever dreamed. At first it was fun. It was amazing to be part of something so exciting and popular. Our shared Twitter feed blew up. Our OnlyFans broke records. When we hinted at a future marriage, our downloads doubled.

But with all that fame and peeks into our lives comes pressure. The public thinks we’re a loving, monogamous couple who can’t keep their hands off each other. But the truth is we can barely stand to be together anymore. We fight on a daily basis, and his beauty that brings most people to their knees doesn’t do a damn thing for me anymore.

But every time I try to leave, the money, the fans, and the accolades suck me right back in. It’s been like this for a year but has become progressively worse the last four months. It doesn’t help that the scene we experimented with nearly two years ago is what the fans cling to. Now I’m playing a role, which is exactly what I don’t want to do. If I wanted to pretend to be someone I’m not, I wouldn’t do porn to achieve that. I want to be who I really am. It’s what drew me to this career in the first place, but I’m afraid I’m locked into this vision of what the fans want. We tested it out, tried different scenes, but without fail, Daddy Dom is the one that lights the fans up. And since they pay the bills, we do what they want.

“Are you guys just about ready?” the director asks.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m ready,” Arian says, glancing at his reflection once more.

“Ready as I’m going to be,” I answer, shrugging.

The scene we’re doing is particularly difficult, but we promised it was coming. We’ve had to get increasingly more aggressive in our scenes to feed the fans. What started as a fairly typical and loving Daddy/boy relationship has devolved into borderline BDSM. Newsflash: I’m not into BDSM.

It’s all I can do to maintain an erection now while roughing Arian up in front of a camera. Whether he likes it is difficult to determine since the only thing out of his mouth are reminders about delivering fan expectations. I thought I was a fame whore, but Arian blows me away. He’s also a diva and prone to throwing tantrums when he doesn’t get his way. Frankly, it’s exhausting dealing with him.

So I’ve spent the last half-hour mentally preparing to tie him up, smack him around, call him names, and thoroughly debase him while fucking the life out of him. Good times.

“All right then, take your places,” the director says.

Wearing just his lace panties, Arian moves to the bed in the rented hotel room. He’s waiting primly with his hands in his lap, and as soon as the director calls action, he’ll transform into The Angel. He gazes up at me behind thick false lashes, a pout on his filler-plumped lips, and a look of slight disdain gracing his pretty face. His blond hair is in sweet ringlets, giving him an air of innocence I wish actually existed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing.” He brushes imaginary lint from his bare thigh. “You just don’t seem into it today, Legend.”

“I’m as into it as I need to be.”

The film crew busies themselves around us, finalizing the lighting before the director yells, ‘action.’

Sure enough, Arian takes on a submissive role, his face turning passive and innocent, his chest heavy with bated breath. He knows what the fans love and he’s giving it to them in spades. I approach aggressively, pushing him back onto the bed