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

I’m not just going to make her mine. I’m going to make her call me daddy.

Caitlin McCormick is used to doing as she pleases, but that’s about to change.

She’s sitting on a bright red bottom because I promised her father I would look out for her, but she’s in my private jet on her way back to Boston with me because she needs something more.

A daddy.

One who will spank her when she’s been naughty, then pin her to the wall and take what is his.

But what really makes her blush isn’t that I didn’t give her a choice.

It’s that we both know she didn’t want one.

Publisher’s Note: Make Me, Daddy is a stand-alone novel which is the second book of the Boston Kings series. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Sara Fields

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 72,700 words


“Are you going to take off your belt now?” I challenged, making no effort at all to hide the open aggravation in my voice.

His icy blue gaze slid over to me as he sighed softly.

“The belt is for big girls,” he said softly and that made my stomach cinch tight.

“I’m a grown woman,” I snarled, my defiance spiraling forward like a freight train.

What was wrong with me? Did I want more of the belt? My bottom was still sore from it the first time and I watched with a sudden surging sense of doom as he placed his now empty whiskey glass down on the table beside him.

“Pouty, defiant little girls are dealt with very differently,” he stated, and that same impending sense of doom loomed over me.

I hated that a part of it excited me. That should have made me angry. I wasn’t a little girl. I had taken care of myself for much of my life. I was more of an adult than most kids my age. Instead, my clit throbbed harder as I tried to figure out what he might mean. I shifted in my seat again, realizing that I was much wetter than before.

“What happens… to… to… little… girls?”

My tentative voice shook a little with my nerves, and his gaze glittered with promise. I’d steamrolled my way right into whatever was about to happen, and we both knew it.

“Pouty, defiant little girls have their bare bottoms spanked over Daddy’s knee.”

My pussy clenched so hard that I almost toppled over the brink into an orgasm right then and there.

For a moment, my brain short circuited, focusing on several different aspects of that one single statement. First and foremost, Cormac was going to spank me. Unlike the belting in the judge’s chambers, which in some sense felt impersonal over the desk with my skirt lifted, this spanking was going to take place over his knee. Instantly, the thought of that much physical contact between the two of us right now was overwhelming, and it didn’t end there.

He’d said my bare bottom.

That meant that my skirt wasn’t just going to be pushed up. He was going to take my panties down.

Oh, fuck…

Before, I hadn’t been certain he’d be able to see my arousal. This way, he would see it, and not just a hint of it, through the seat of my panties. He’d be able to see everything.

My pussy clenched again, and I bit back a moan. Finally, there was one last thing that made me feel like I had lost my footing.

He’d said over Daddy’s knee.