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

I smile in encouragement. “What else?”

“Um, I’m your precious boy.”

“Mm.” I kiss his thigh. “What else?”

He shakes his head. “That’s enough, Daddy.”

I release his wrists and tug his jeans off. As he lies there in just his panties, I’m overwhelmed by a desire to get him to see himself through my eyes.

“Bentley.”

He gasps. “Daddy-voice. Am I in trouble?”

“Of course not. Come here.”

He takes my offered hand, and I walk him over to the full-length mirror in my bedroom. I stand behind him with my hands resting on his slender hips.

“Look at you,” I whisper, pressing soft kisses to his neck and cheek. “What do you see?”

“Um, just a guy in panties.”

“That’s all you see?”

He shrugs.

“Bentley. Do you think I think you’re just a guy in panties?”

He twists his lips before sinking his teeth into his pretty pout. I clear my throat, and he quickly releases his lip. His eyes meet mine in the mirror’s reflection.

“Maybe not?”

“Definitely not. I see a beautifully stunning boy wearing sexy panties that his Daddy wants to tear off with his teeth.”

“Daddy,” Bentley whispers.

“I see a man with a gorgeous body that brings me so much pleasure.”

He nods shyly, eyes downcast.

“I see someone who brings me joy every day.” Bentley’s eyes shift up. “And someone who is exciting and makes me feel hopeful for the future.”

Bentley’s eyes well with tears. “Daddy…”

“I think you’re perfect. I love how you feel in my arms and next to me in bed as we sleep. Please tell Daddy that you know you’re a beautiful boy. My beautiful boy.”

He studies my eyes for several seconds, then those gorgeous lips part. “I- I am a beautiful boy.”

“Tell the mirror.”

He shifts his eyes to his reflection, running a hand over his flat belly. “I am...um…” He exhales. “I am a beautiful boy. I am Legend’s beautiful boy.”

I wrap my arms around him from behind. “Daddy thinks I’m the most beautiful boy.”

His breath hitches. “Daddy thinks I’m the most beautiful boy.”

“He only has eyes for me.”

“He only has eyes for me,” Bentley repeats.

“He’s so happy that I’m in his life.”

Bentley glances at me, eyes still glassy. “He’s so happy that I’m in his life.”

“He hopes I always will be.”

Bentley blinks and a tear slides down his cheek, but a smile pulls at his lips. “He hopes I always will be.”

I lean forward and kiss the crook of his neck, still holding him tightly.

“Do you understand now?”

He nods. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Good. One last thing. Tell me that you’re way hotter than an Instagram twink.”

He laughs softly. “I’m way hotter than an Instagram twink.”

“Yes, you are. Let’s go bathe.”

Twenty

Bentley

Sitting in the hot soapy water between Legend’s legs, I think about what happened a few minutes ago in front of the mirror. I’ve always thought I’m cute, but beautiful? No. Legend seems to though and that feels good.

I can see the future I’ve always wanted. It’s happening. My business is starting, and I have Legend. But something is bothering me, and I know I should be honest and tell him. I’m just terrified he’s going to think something bad about me.

“What’s wrong, boy? I can feel you tensing up.”

Dang. How does he do that? “I was thinking.”

“About?”

“Things that happened to me. Things that made me sad, and maybe the reason I get insecure sometimes.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“I think I should. It’s embarrassing, but I think you should know everything about me.”

“I want to. You’re safe with me, darling boy.”

I nod, resting my head on his chest as he wraps his arms and legs around me a little tighter.

“I was introduced to the Daddy world when I was twenty. I’ve always gravitated to older men. I was at a party and this guy was talking to me. We went back to his apartment, and he explained it to me. It felt like finding the combination to a lock. I knew after watching your videos and hearing it explained to me in real life, that it was what I wanted. It made so much sense to me. Before that, sex and dating were awkward for me. But when he made me his boy, it just fit.”

Legend gives me a silent, gentle squeeze.

“We didn’t date long. He was only into it in the bedroom, but I’m so glad I met him. He changed my life in a good way.”

“He didn’t hurt you?”

“No. I didn’t have feelings for him or anything. After him though, I knew I couldn’t go back to just regular relationships. I got online and met guys into it that way. I went to kink events and anything where I would encounter the type of man I wanted.

“When I was younger, it was easier. I was more...dependent. The first Daddy I had who meant something to me put me in a lot of service situations. He told me a good boy would please his Daddy in any way possible. I believed him, and I was so desperate for him to love me. The more acts of service he requested, the more I wanted. I looked up one day and realized I was more like the help than a lover to him. He withheld sex and affection until I earned it.”

Legend tenses behind me.

“I started to speak up for myself. He didn’t like that. He broke up with me.” I pause, letting the pain of the memories move through me. “After him, I kept gravitating to men just like him. Men who made me work for their attention. Men who had other boys. Men who had secret lives. Men who forced me to live on scraps of affection.”

I clear the emotions clogging my throat.

“So I tried harder. I thought if I showed them what a perfect boy I could be, they would love me back. They didn’t. I was so lost when I moved here. I knew I was a boy in my heart, and I love service, but I didn’t know how to reconcile those needs while still respecting myself