Legendary Daddy, Mia Monroe [romantic books to read .txt] 📗

“Were you a good boy for Daddy?” I ask, brushing my fingers across the smoothness of his cheek.

Arian whimpers. “Yes, Daddy. I was good.”

“Then do you deserve a reward?”

“Oh, Daddy. I definitely deserve a reward.”

“Yeah? What would you like?”

Arian bats his eyes, somehow forcing his cheeks to blush as he gazes up at me, helpless under my strong, much bigger body. “Daddy?” He bites his bottom lip. “Can I have your dick as a reward?”

I stroke my cock, willing it to stay hard. “I think we can manage that, Angel.”

And I do. I go through the paces, flipping him over, turning him inside out, licking and biting, sucking and slapping, and, finally, getting to what they all watch for. The fucking.

Imagining the entire time that I’m somewhere else with someone else, helps a lot. In my mind, I’m the Daddy I want to be, the one I am at my core, which is a far cry from the Legend you see on screen. Sadly, I’ve learned to become an excellent actor.

As difficult as it is, I make it through the scene. Arian is lying on the bed: sweaty, marked up, and covered in cum. The director calls cut, and I step back, returning to the Legend I know myself to be inside.

Arian excuses himself and goes into the bathroom to clean himself up while the director and camera crew pack things up.

The director, Bobby, walks over to me with a critical look on his face. “I just got to be honest, man,” he says. “That wasn’t your best.”

Defensiveness washes over me. “What do you mean by that?”

Bobby sighs. “Hey, I’m just saying, if you’re not feeling it, it shows. That felt almost rehearsed.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to stop and redo it then?”

Bobby gives me a hard look. “Honestly? It’s been like this for a few weeks, man. I was hoping you would snap out of it soon, but I think you should consider what you need to change if it’s not working for you anymore. The fans will notice soon, and when they do, we all know what happens after that.”

His words hit me hard. I thought I was pulling it off. Bobby is the best in the business, and if he notices, I’m not pulling shit off. Once they’re gone, and I’m dressed, I wait for Arian to pack up his things. He throws on his hoodie, glancing at me with pursed lips, and I know another fight is coming within mere seconds.

“I heard what Bobby told you, and he’s right,” he says, his voice clipped and far from angelic.

“Yeah,” I answer noncommittally.

“What are you going to do about it, Legend? You can’t ruin what we have.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Arian.”

He puts his hands on his hips. “What does that mean? Are you having some kind of crisis?”

“No, I am not having a crisis. We’ve been over this a million times.”

Arian rolls his eyes at me and throws his head back. “This again. I’m so sorry, Daddy Legend. It must be so hard for you to fuck a beautiful boy. Do you know how many men would like to be in your place?”

“Maybe it’s time you let some of them be in my place then, Arian, instead of threatening me with it every single time we have a scene.”

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me?”

“I’m not threatening you. I’m just sick of going through this. I’m sick of all of this.”

Arian’s eyes narrow. “You better be careful with what you’re saying and thinking about, mister. We all know the fans will take my side if anything goes down between us. You and I both know that you’re here because I equal fame and money for you. Without me, you are nothing.”

“For fuck’s sake, Arian, that’s not true, and if it is, maybe I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

“Oh, you give a fuck. If you didn’t, then what were you doing fifteen minutes ago slapping me around and calling me a dick slut?”

Fuck! He’s totally right. I run my fingers through my hair. This is my fork in the road; my moment to decide if I’m willing to continue giving up who I am and the happiness that led me to porn in the first place, or if I’ve had enough?

When I look down at Arian, his face twisted with anger, his arms crossed over his body, the answer is blatantly clear.

“I’m done, Arian.”

He looks incredulous. “What?”

“I said I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what anymore, Legend?”

Bracing myself, I form the words on my lips that I’ve practiced in my head several times over the past few months. “Be with you. Do this. Be Legend. I can’t do it anymore. I’m done.”

Arian’s face burns red hot. “You are not breaking up with me. You are not ending this.”

“Yeah, actually, I am.” I let the words settle over me for a few minutes, imagining waking up tomorrow without Arian beside me. Fuck that feels good. It feels better than good. It feels like freedom and like everything I’ve ever wanted. I look back at him with a smile on my face. “Yeah, I’m done.”

He panics, rushing toward me. “You’ll ruin us, Legend. You can’t do that to me. This is all I have.”

“Funny. Two seconds ago you said I was nothing without you, so I’m pretty sure you’ll find another Daddy who can come in, treat you like a piece of shit, and help you continue with your goals.”

“But it’s us, Legend. That’s the magic. You know this.” He grabs my arm. “Please think about what you’re doing here.”

“I am thinking about it. I told you before this is not the kind of Daddy I want to be. I don’t like how I treat you when the cameras are on, and I don’t like how you treat me when they’re off. Why can’t we just admit it’s not working anymore? You’re not happy. I’m not happy.”

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