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Daddy’s Kitty: An Alpha Shifter Romance by Megan Michaels

He calls her his mate. She calls him her daddy.

Upon seeing a beautiful but bedraggled young woman taking shelter from the rain under the awning of a downtown hotel, Brock DiBella takes matters into his own hands, throwing her over his shoulder and swatting her cute backside when she tries to refuse his offer of a place to stay.

Soon Kat Scarpone is happily soaking in a warm bath drawn for her by the handsome police officer who stripped her bare and put her in the tub despite her protests, but when she attempts to sneak off from her new home she quickly finds herself over his knee for a sound spanking. Her best efforts to hate him prove in vain, however, and as Brock cuddles her in his lap with her bottom burning and tears still drying on her cheeks Kat cannot help wanting to call him daddy.

But Brock has a shocking secret and Kat has two of her own. He’s a lion shifter, and she’s not just daddy’s little kitten, she’s a cat shifter herself, not to mention the daughter of a dangerous mob family from whom she recently ran away. Can Brock keep his newly claimed mate safe from the mafia’s goons as he and Kat work together to bring down her father’s criminal empire?

Publisher’s Note: Daddy’s Kitty includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Megan Michaels

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 51,000 words

Excerpt

Brock took a couple of steps to the side, giving his naughty girl a clear view of him taking his belt off. He moved at a snail’s pace, dragging the process out, hoping to increase her arousal and dread.

He pushed the tail through the buckle, gripping it tightly, easing the metal tooth out of the hole, and slipping the belt free of the buckle. He then grasped the buckle tightly in his palm, whipping it quickly through the loops, the belt snapping and cracking through the belt loops before dangling to the floor like a poisonous snake. Brock slowly folded the leather, keeping the buckle safely palmed, and resumed his position behind the very sorry and sore girl.

“You don’t call me names or yell fuck you. Clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ask me for your whipping, Kathleen.”

Keening, she buried her head in her arms. “Please, Daddy, spank me with the belt.”

“Gladly, bad girl.”

He swung his arm out, the leather cracking against the crest of her ass, and he snapped it several more times, leaving pink swaths of fire on her backside.

Kat’s sobbing broke his heart, and she no longer could hold still.

Grasping her hip to his side, he held her still and continued leaving stripes on her thighs as well.

Dropping the belt, Brock’s buckle clattered loudly on the wooden floor. He quickly stood her up, pulling her into his chest. Brock kissed her forehead, cheeks, and hair. “You were such a good girl. My girl. It’s all over now. We’re good. No more anger or resentment. You’re so sweet.”

He swayed with her, holding her until her sobs became just hiccups. He continued to coo and whisper in her ear.

Kat clung to him, his shirt fisted in her tiny hands. She slowly came back, her body stiffening—when she realized she was still naked from the waist down, no doubt.

He pulled her away, kissing her red nose, wiping the tears tracking down her cheeks away.

“You okay, baby?”

“It hurts, Daddy.”

“I bet it does. But you’ll be my good girl now, right?”

“Y-yes, S-sir.”

“That’s my girl. Now tell me who owns this.” His hand cupped her pussy roughly.

“You do, Sir.”

“Who owns this?” Brock tapped his index finger on her clit.

“You do, Sir.”

Bending her back over the table, he squeezed a red buttock with purple weals rising to the surface. “This?”

“Ow! You do, Sir.”

Dipping his fingers into her slick channel, he asked, “And this, baby girl?”

“You do, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

“Is my baby still needy?” He continued to pump his fingers into her pussy and tapped her tiny hole with the other hand.

Kat jumped, clenching tightly and yelling, “Oh, God!”

“That’s right, girl. Tell me what you need.”

“Daddy, fuck me, please!”

“Good girl. It’ll be my pleasure.”

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