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

Bentley perks up. “Is it my birthday? Christmas?”

“It’s reward day for a very good boy.”

“Oh, Daddy. I feel so spoiled.”

“You don’t even know what they are yet.” I cup his chin. “But I enjoy spoiling you. I can’t wait to see your face. Let’s get clean first.”

Nodding enthusiastically, he flies out of bed and into the bathroom. I chuckle as I follow him, slipping into the shower.

“Do you want to wash Daddy?”

“Oh my god. It is my birthday!”

“I can’t wait to celebrate birthdays and Christmas and lots of reward days with you.”

Bentley gazes up, beaming at me. “Me too, Daddy.” He starts his task, methodically washing each part of me, from my toes to my hair. He’s always careful to avoid my cock until the end when it’s hard and leaking from his touch.

“Can I kiss it?” he asks sweetly.

“Not yet. Presents first.”

He nods. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Let me wash you.”

He puts his arms up, allowing me the pleasure of running my hands all over his supple skin. I don’t avoid his cock, stroking it in my soapy hands until he’s a panting mess plastered against me. It’s adorable. He groans when I release him, focusing instead on sliding my fingers between his ass cheeks. More whimpering takes place until I mercifully release him to rinse us off.

After we shower, we lie in the coolness of our bedroom. I can sense his excited energy, but he’s behaving right now and waiting.

“Bentley?”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Do you want to open your gifts?”

“Not really. Gifts are boring. We could play checkers instead.”

I snort. “Is that so?”

“No.” He sits up. “Yes, please, I want to open my gifts.”

“Go get them, good boy.”

Bentley hops off the bed, leaving his towel behind, which is fine by me. His body is gorgeous. He grabs the stack of three boxes.

“Start with the bottom box and work up.”

He nods, setting the boxes on the bed. He opens the biggest box first, digging carefully through the tissue paper. When he spots the items, his mouth drops.

“Ooh.”

“Take them out.”

He nods, his cheeks flushing. Piece by piece, he lifts the custom lace panties I ordered. Pink, black, teal, and white. The final piece is more of a teddy set with a matching lace top to go with the panties.

He glances up, eyes wide. “These are for me?”

“Yes. Put the pink ones on, please.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

I watch as he slides on the pink lace jock. They are gorgeous in their own right with a large lace pattern, a sheer strip near the waist band, and two strips that tuck under his luscious ass. The rest is bare, giving me perfect access.

“How do I look, Daddy?” He twirls around.

“Fucking amazing. How do you feel?”

“Sexy.”

“You are.” I palm my dick under the towel. “Open the second box.”

He complies, peering inside then gasping. “Daddy.”

“Do you like it?”

“Oh my god. Is it mine?”

“All yours.”

He claps, bouncing on his toes. “I’ve never had one that was all mine.” He pulls the gold cock cage out of the box.

It cost a lot, thanks to the gold cage and the diamond-encrusted lock, but I figured this was one place not to skimp on quality. Like the lace panties.

“Can I wear it now?”

“Oh yes. Get the lube.”

He nods, running to grab it from the nightstand and hurrying back to give it to me. I work quickly, coating the inside with the lube to avoid chafing his precious skin, then I pull the panties down to grab his balls, gently squeezing as I tuck his pretty cock inside the gilded cage. His erection threatens to stop this from happening, but as he grips my shoulders, he exhales, and his cock deflates just enough for me to get it on.

“Done.”

“Fuck, that was hard, Daddy. I had to imagine gross things to make my dick calm down.”

I laugh softly. “You’re beautiful. Go look in the mirror.”

He does, standing and turning back and forth. Then he tugs the panties down to reveal the cage and his smile grows so big it could fall off the earth.

“I look amazing. So beautiful.”

“You’re absolutely right about that. Now come open the last thing.”

“I can’t imagine what could be better than these things.”

“Just wait.”

As he pulls at the wrapping paper, anticipation fills me like an overflowing bucket of water. My cock hardens and my stomach flutters. This is just as new for me as it is for him.

Bentley lifts the lid off the small black box and gasps loudly. “No. Is it...? Oh, Daddy.”

“Do you like it?”

He looks up, tears filling his eyes. “I’m overwhelmed.”

“Come here, sweet boy.”

He walks into my arms and lays his head on my shoulder. I rub his back, both of us accepting this moment that’s about to happen.

“You want this, right?” I check.

“More than I want to keep breathing.”

“On your knees, boy.”

His breath rattles out of him. “Daddy-voice.” He sinks to his knees, gazing up at me with those big, chocolate pools I’ve found myself lost in more times than I can count. His hands move to my chest, swirling his fingers in the hair he finds there, then gently circling my nipples. “Can I suck a little bit to calm down?”

“Of course.”

Bentley scoots forward, latching on and sucking at my nipple. The action sends repeated jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. As if sensing my need, he reaches under the towel and strokes me. I don’t want to come yet, but I think I could just like this—his hot mouth and desperate comfort pushing me right over the edge of sanity.

After a few minutes, he releases me and smiles. “I’m ready for more, Daddy.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods, cheeks so flushed he looks like he’s been out in the sun too long.

“Hand it to me then.”

A sweet whimper leaves his lips as he reaches for the box and hands it to me. I pull the item out, dangling it before him.

“What is this, sweet boy?”

Bentley’s breath hitches. “It’s a collar, Daddy.”

“Just a collar?”

He shakes his