Break Me, Daddy: A Dark Irish Mafia Romance by Sara Fields

He’s going to make me his, but not until I beg for it.

When Shane Kavanagh waltzed into the Murphy pub as if he owned the place, what set my heart racing wasn’t his brash arrogance, his obnoxiously gorgeous eyes, or his scoldy yet sexy tone. It wasn’t even him promising to spank me and then ravage me the way no man has ever dared.

It was how he made me feel like a naughty little girl and a blushing virgin when I’m neither.

I’m the daughter of a powerful Irish mafia family and he’s the boss of a rival organization, but when he rides me with his belt tight around my throat it doesn’t make me want to call a hitman.

It makes me want to call him daddy.

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Author: Sara Fields

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Length: 72,500 words

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The deafening slap of leather against flesh caught me by surprise. Had I not been bent over a table with my ass bare, I would have thought someone had shot a gun in the room. The shock of the sound was short-lived, however, as the line of fire that followed quickly took over my every waking thought.

A soft squeak of surprise fell off my lips.

The stinging pain was sharp, but it didn’t stop, either. It continued to build.

And build…

What started as a tiny, sizzling flame quickly exploded into a raging bonfire. My arms jerked against the silk tie around my wrists, and I cried out. My first instinct was to reach back and protect myself, but his tie prevented that, like he had known I would react this way all along. The welt continued to rise and before I was ready for it, his belt lashed my bare bottom once again.

I cried out, too overwhelmed by the first strike to prepare for the second. It struck just below the first, scalding more of my bare skin in the process. I tried to use the strength in my arms to push up from the table, but his hand easily held me in place.

“That hurts!” I wailed.

“Good. It’s supposed to, little girl.”

A third fiery lash punished just below the first two, and then my belting truly began. I worried that he might miss at one point, that the belt would strike in between my thighs, but his aim was impeccable. He punished both sides of my ass equally, ensuring that he didn’t miss a single spot from the tops of my cheeks to the middle of my thighs.

He thrashed me just as thoroughly as he had fucked me, and to be honest, I’d expected nothing less. I lost myself in the stinging consistency of the belting, the constant burn from the rising welts utterly consuming.

It was far more intense than the hand spanking he’d given me this week. The lesson was that Shane was a man to be feared, and that knowledge made my pussy impossibly wet.

With each agonizing lash, my pussy clenched hard. I wailed, struggling to take it while knowing I didn’t have much of a choice. My body enjoyed that, too.

“Your ass looks even better than I could have ever imagined like this,” he said out loud. The belting paused for a second, before it lightly tapped in between my thighs.

I blushed at the wet sound it made. There was a very light sting that came with it, but I knew that it could be far more vicious if he wanted it to be. This was simply a reminder that he could whip me there too if he wanted too.

“You’re soaking wet, naughty girl. I think you’re enjoying this.”

“I’m not,” I protested, overcome with my shame. His chuckle told me that he didn’t believe me.

“That answer tells me that I’m not finished marking this defiant little ass,” he growled.

I tensed as the belt cut through the air once again. It whipped against my bare cheeks far harder than any of the times before.

“If you want this belting to end any time soon, naughty girl, you’ll start begging for my cock.”

I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I knew it. Even though my ass was on fire, I wanted nothing more than for him to continue the fucking I’d been waiting for all week. The belt whipped across my bottom three more times, its lash fierce enough to take my breath away before I opened my mouth and tried to get the words out.

“Please!”

“What do you need, little girl?”

Another stinging lash of fire whipped my naked ass.

“Your cock!”