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

“I’ve been looking forward to making you pay for teasing me last night, little girl,” he murmured.

“Have you now?” I whispered, trembling with nervous anticipation.

“I’ve decided that I’m going to introduce you to my belt tonight,” he warned, and my pussy clenched hard. I opened my mouth, my tongue going instantly dry, but I found that no words came out. I’d wrapped my hand around his cock yesterday knowing full well that I was instigating something that would be much more intense than our rough lovemaking the other night.

“Your belt…” I echoed, my stomach doing somersaults inside me. Without meaning to, I glanced downward, noticing the thick black strap around his waist. He grasped my hand and lightly pressed my fingers against it. I sucked in a breath, noticing it was soft to the touch. It was well-conditioned, maybe even freshly oiled, but I couldn’t tell for certain.

“Yes, little girl. By the time this night is over, your gorgeous little ass is going to be thoroughly marked from my belt,” he growled.

I tried to stop myself from making a noticeable sound of arousal, but I failed. There was nothing I could do to hide my curious desire. Did I want to know what it felt like? Did I enjoy the fact that he had just decided he was going to take his belt to my ass without giving me a choice?

I swallowed hard, knowing full well that the answer to both questions was a resounding yes. Even after one incredibly fulfilling orgasm already, my clit was throbbing for more. My inner walls fluttered as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You’re not going to be gentle with it either, are you?”

He shook his head, and my heart squeezed tight, anxious desire pooling within every inch of my body. I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs. If he reached down and touched me there, he’d find the silky threads stringing between them.

“When it’s the two of us, my beautiful blushing bride-to-be, I’m going to be as rough as I want. I know you’re not made of glass. I’m not going to break you,” he teased.

“I’d like to see you try,” I dared him, kind of curious about such an alluring temptation.

His answering chuckle was husky, ominous, and so promising that my core ached. With ever increasing courage, I started to unbutton the top of his suit. With a measured roughness of my own, I pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms until it fell to the floor. I grasped his button-up shirt and tore it open myself with a daring smirk. Buttons popped off everywhere as he stared down at me like a lion readying itself to pounce on its prey.

It was utterly thrilling.

His shirt gave way to my strength, not quite as easily as my clothes had for him, but I was pleased with the result. I tugged it free from his arms, discarding it with the rest of our clothes which were in haphazard piles on the hardwood floor underneath our feet.

I didn’t back down when I grabbed his belt. Roughly, I pulled the end of it through the buckle, tugging it back as I undid the clasp with more vigor than I really needed just to make a point.

I wasn’t going to go down like a newborn fawn. I was a lioness in my own right.

I popped the button off his slacks and ripped the zipper down so hard I was certain it broke in the process. Brazenly, I slipped my hand down the front of his slacks on top of his underwear until my hand closed around his erection.

“You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he warned.

“I know,” I challenged, daring him with a single look. His gaze searched mine and then he readjusted his position, standing taller above me. It sent a message. He’d let me have control for long enough, and now he was going to take it back.

“Keep it up, and you’ll find out what my belt feels like between those pretty thighs, too,” he threatened.

Immediately, I stilled as the meaning of his words rained down over me. My thighs tensed as I closed them, and he pushed a single leg in between them, preventing me from protecting my sensitive flesh. Almost as if he was furthering the warning, he reached between my thighs and lightly slapped my pussy.

The sting from such a light slap sent my entire body reeling. My sensitive folds were still swollen with my pleasure. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud, and I bit the inside of my cheek, attempting to keep my own shock quiet.

A belting there would be a whole lot more painful.

“I just want you,” I pouted quietly, allowing my lower lip to protrude a little. His gaze dropped to my mouth, his lips following with a punishingly hard kiss. By the time it ended, my lips were a whole lot sorer, and I’d been unable to stop myself from whimpering into his mouth.

“You’re going to get a whole lot more than that, Ada,” he growled. In a rush, he reached down and freed his cock. He slapped it against my belly, and I gasped, the heavy weight and rigidity combining into a heady mixture of desire and anxiety deep in my core.

“Is that right?” I teased, smirking as I met his perilously menacing stare.

“Be a good girl and wrap your arms around my neck. You’re going to need to hold onto something for this next part,” he warned.

My heart hammered so hard it felt like it had surged right up into my throat. Tentatively, I moved to obey him. I slid my hands along the hard planes of the muscles of his shoulders and sucked in a breath when my fingers eventually collided.

Patiently, he watched me explore his body with my hands. I could feel his cock throbbing against my hip as I folded my fingers together and looked back up to meet his eyes. He was enjoying this as much as I was, that was clear, but his restraint was written all over his face. He was still holding back, and I knew he wouldn’t be for much longer.

He grasped me around the waist and lifted me off the floor right on top of the bar. The remains of my dress that were still tangled around my ankles fell to the floor as he leapt up with astounding grace and settled down right on top of me, the hard length of his cock boldly nestled against the bare folds of my pussy.

“You’re going to make such a beautiful queen,” he praised.

“I know,” I sassed back.

“But… I think it’s time you screamed for your king,” he demanded. He jerked his hips back and reached down, angling his cock to my entrance. His gaze held mine as he stilled. I sucked in an anxiously aroused breath, my inner walls clenching in anticipation.

Without another word, he slammed into me so hard that I saw stars. My mouth opened and a strangled cry came out, but I was far too overcome with his sudden taking that I could do nothing other than contend with my struggle.

My pussy burned from the girth of his monstrous cock, stretching me wide open. My inner walls spasmed, trying to take him and attempting to force him out at the exact same time. The pain spiraled deep into my core, and I found it hard to breathe, let alone think.

“You’re soaking wet for me, Ada. You’ve been thinking about my cock stretching this tight little pussy all week, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” I wailed.

“I like that,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear as he started to thrust unhurriedly into me. I cried out, still not used to his size, but I had a feeling that was always going to be a part of what made him and I so explosive together.

I needed to be fucked, long and hard enough to hurt.

My arms squeezed around his shoulders, my fingers digging in as his muscles flexed beneath them. Eventually, the initial pain started to subside into a more throbbing, pleasurable ache, and his thrusts started to quicken. He angled his body in such a way that his pelvis ground against my clit just right, and I moaned, feeling myself topple headfirst towards another orgasm far more rapidly than I was prepared for.

One of his hands slid underneath my head, cupping it protectively against the firm wood as his hips started to piston into mine with savage force. Up until that point, he’d been holding back.

He didn’t after that.

He started to fuck me with vigorous savagery. My thighs tensed around his waist as he ravaged me in my own bar, forcing every inch of his cock into my tight channel with every hard thrust. His big cock filled me to the brim. My clit pulsed hard as my own muscles flexed with the oncoming force of my pleasure.

I tried to hold it back, but I knew it was a losing battle before it even began. Even as I pressed my lips together in my attempt to keep quiet, I could already feel the scream brewing in the pit of my belly. My thighs started to quake first, and then my hips started to rock in tune with his movements, until at long last, the oncoming wave of climax crashed over me with overwhelmingly intense force.

I screamed, just like he’d said I would.

My nails dug into his back which just made him move with increasing ferocity. Over and over again, his thick cock penetrated my spasming pussy, driving me higher into heights of ecstasy that I didn’t know I could reach. My eyes rolled back in my head as my muscles flexed, tensing with one round after the next of pleasure tinged with a hint of pain.

It was rough. It was hard. It was everything I’d ever wanted and needed all at the exact same time.

His teeth grazed against my throat as my body rocked in tune with his thrusts. I cried out as the head of his cock slammed against my cervix. The wood of the bar top was worn enough to be comfortable against my bare flesh, but just uneven enough to remind me that this wasn’t our bedroom.

I arched into another deep thrust, wailing as my core squeezed so tight that it bordered on agony. Every nerve in my body came alive, and before I was even aware of what was happening, I was sailing into another climax at full force.

My scream reverberated inside the pub quite spectacularly.

“I’ve only just begun to take what I want from you, little girl,” he growled.

My inner walls clenched hard enough around him to make him grunt out loud. A tiny hope blossomed in my core that maybe he wouldn’t last as long this time, but I knew it was a foolish thought as soon as it came over me.

This was far from over and we both knew it.

He drove into me with vicious cruelty as I came once again. My fingers dug in harder as my body seized with brutal savagery. My screams echoed off the walls as I struggled to hold on for as long as I could. Every nerve in my body fired all at once, then again and again as I suffered through that vicious climax. There was nothing I could do to quell its intense force, so I did the only thing I could.

I surrendered to it.

Wave after wave of blissful agony tore through me, electric shocks of pleasure driving deep down into the depths of my core with building intensity until I threw my head back against the bar top. Every muscle in my body quaked, and still he fucked me with the same ruthlessness as he had when all of this began.

A strange fear wallowed inside me. He was going to last far longer than me. By the time this ended, and he finally came, I was going to be a wet, exhausted mess. My pussy fluttered around him with excitement. As much as my head was resistant to the idea, my body was a seemingly very willing participant in all of this.

When my orgasm finally started to dissipate into a slow, flowing trickle, my ragged breathing echoed throughout the restaurant. My clit pounded beneath his pelvis, over-sensitized and still somehow greedy for something more. His movements slowed as I tried to pull in one lungful of air after the next, but the frantic beat of my heart seemed to keep outpacing me no matter what I tried.

He pulled his hips back, removing his cock from my pussy inch by slow inch until I was completely empty. As soon as he was gone, I immediately realized that I missed the feeling of being so full of him after such a long stretch. I made a quiet noise to let him know my displeasure, and the menacing smirk that played on his lips made my breath catch in my throat.

“I enjoyed that very much, Ada, but I think it’s time I reminded you who is king when we’re in private,” he whispered.

My heart skipped a beat.

I didn’t respond, but I didn’t really need to. Still reeling from my last few orgasms, I couldn’t put up much of a fight as he jumped down from the bar and lifted me off it. With ease, he carried me over to a nearby table. Gently, but still somehow with an air of roughness, he bent me facedown over the edge.

I looked over my shoulder as his warmth disappeared, watching with growing anxiety as he strode over to his slacks. He grabbed the buckle of his belt and pulled hard, the swish of the leather against fabric menacingly loud.

I cried out in fearful arousal before I could stop myself.

Somewhere amidst all the orgasms and the hard fucking, I’d forgotten about his threat to use his belt. But now that it was in his hands, it was the only thing on my mind. My trepidation only escalated from there as he folded it over in his hands and walked purposefully back to me.

“My sweet Ada,” he purred, and I shivered, unable to take my eyes off the swinging leather strap. I gulped, squirming a little against the table. When he noticed my struggle, he knelt down and grabbed his long-forgotten tie off the floor.

He rounded the table, grasped my wrists, and bound them in front of me. He wrapped the silky fabric several times, instructing me to try to get out of it once he was done. I struggled and quickly realized that I couldn’t. His knots were as thorough and secure as they could possibly be.

When he walked back behind me, I stiffened as his hand pressed down on my lower back.

“I love how your gorgeous little ass is trembling for me, little girl. Are you nervous?”

I didn’t answer then, either, and I tensed as he laid the supple leather against my waiting, vulnerable cheeks. It was just as soft as when I’d touched it with my fingers, but I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be thinking that for very long.

“Answer me, Ada,” he demanded, the warning thick in his tone.

“Yes,” I answered, annoyed, aroused, and edgy all at the same time. I shifted a little bit and brought my thighs closer together. His foot pushed between mine.

“Spread your legs, naughty girl. I want to see how wet this deliciously tight pussy gets as I welt your ass with my belt,” he growled.

I hid my face in my forearms as I inched my feet apart. My efforts weren’t enough for him, however, and he forcefully spread my legs wide enough so that the view of what was between my legs must have been obscene.

“There. That’s more like it,” he purred.

For a long moment, I could feel his eyes on me. Every inch of my naked body was on display for him, and I shivered, overwhelmed with shame that I was bare for him like this while also desperately wanting him to look. It was a heady sensation that made my entire world tilt on its edge.

“I think it’s time you learned what my belt feels like, naughty girl. That way, you know what you’re risking each and every time you tease me like that in public,” he remarked, his tone promising and haunting all at once.

His hand trailed across the length of my lower back, spreading liquid heat across my bare flesh as I waited for that first fateful lash.

My heart seemed to beat as loud as the ticking of a clock. Time slowed as I pulled air into my lungs. As I breathed it all out, the loud swish of the belt cut through the air as my body relaxed against the table.

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.


“What do you need, little girl?”

Another stinging lash of fire whipped my naked ass.

“Your cock!” I wailed.

He said nothing and I chanced a look over my shoulder to see him reaching for my scalded backside. I sucked in a breath as his fingertips grazed along one of the raised welts. The fire seemed to rise with the exploration of his touch, and I arched subconsciously, pressing myself against him and seeking him out.

“Absolutely gorgeous, my sweet bride. A few of these might even leave a mark,” he murmured.

My pussy clenched hard in response. I watched the belt swing by his side for a brief second before my gaze centered on the jutting erection between his legs. There was no question that he had enjoyed this just as much as I had. His explorative touch continued down my bare cheek, until it dipped in between my thighs.

“You did need this, didn’t you, little girl?”

“Yes,” I moaned, unable to keep quiet as his fingers lightly circled over my clit. Zings of pleasure raced up and down my legs, forcing me to rise up on my tiptoes and push back against him in hopes that he might allow me to come. My pussy was remarkably sensitive, and I knew that once my fucking started anew, there would be no telling how many times I shattered beneath him.

My inner walls spasmed just thinking about it.

I whined when his hand pulled away from me, trying to keep still, but it was nearly impossible. He took a step towards me, and the heat of his cock slid through my wet folds. His rigid length didn’t enter me just yet. Instead, he teased me with his hard cock, grinding the thick rod against my needy little clit.

I gasped as he leaned over me and slid the tip of the belt underneath my throat. He quickly pushed it through the buckle and pulled it taut, using the thick leather strap as a makeshift collar and leash. I squeaked in surprise, the sudden pressure catching me off guard. With his hand, he tightened it enough to force me to angle my body upwards as I struggled to pull in a full breath.

The pressure made the blood rush to my head, but every thought was obliterated when his cock slammed into me with no warning. I cried out, taken aback by the brutal, fiery stretch. I would never get used that that.

His hand wound around the belt, and he pulled it even more taught, using the strap as leverage as he pounded into me. All the other times before paled in comparison to the roughness of each savage thrust, but my body came alive anyway.

Each time his pelvis slapped against the welts on my scalded bare ass, a ferocious sting followed. Combined with the painfully rough fucking, my whole world tilted, and I moaned out loud. The wet sounds of my fucking echoed around the room, clear evidence of just how aroused being spanked with his belt had made me.

With anyone else, I would have had to deny it, but with Shane, I didn’t need to. With him, I could be myself.

He yanked the belt to choke me, and my head whirled with the same sensation that was whirling inside the rest of my body. Fiery heat pumped through my veins, surging hotter and hotter with every passing second. My skin burned and a sheen of sweat beaded at the edges of my brows, threatening to drip down at any second. My toes curled and swept back, losing contact with the floor as Shane took complete control of my body.

My breath was shallow, the belt cutting off my air flow at least partially. I wailed, but it came out sounding more like a strangled moan. He snapped his hips brutally hard, forcing every thick inch of that monstrous cock inside me. He bottomed out, pounding the head against my cervix hard enough that I knew I was going to feel this for days to come.

His free hand gripped my right ass cheek, digging his fingers into the welts he left behind and I cried out, but my body tumbled into the throes of orgasm before I even realized what was happening.

I started to scream from the very beginning.

He didn’t let up with his thrusts or with his grip on the belt. His hold on my sore ass cheek served as additional leverage for him to take what he wanted. As a result, he gave me exactly what I needed too.

It was easily the hardest fucking of my life. His thrusts were so powerful that the table rocked, but that didn’t slow him down. My thighs quaked with overwhelming desire, almost like they were trying to break free of the physical confines of my body. My torso started to roll, arching and rocking in tune with his thrusts, craving every hard inch of him inside me.

I came so hard that I saw stars.

My hands curled, grabbing onto the ends of the tie and holding on for dear life. I took a little of the pressure off my throat by pressing up onto my forearms as best as I could, but the leather dug in despite my efforts. I loved it anyway. No one had ever choked me with a belt like this before. Shane hadn’t asked, either, and I adored him for it.

It made things simple. It held me firmly in place for the fucking I needed, a conduit from him to me that sent a message. I was going to stay right here and take his cock for as long as he wanted me to. Its mark was seared across my naked ass, still stinging as a reminder of how painful it could be. The wet noises of the fucking echoed around us. It would have been shameful with anyone else except for him.

There was a me that came out with him that was truly special.

My head lulled to the side as wave after wave of overwhelming passionate desire crashed over me. There was no keeping still. There was really no point in even trying. My only choice was to drown in it and hope that at the end of all this, he would be able to rescue me from the shadowy depths.

My inner walls spasmed around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth. He showed no signs of slowing, but I had known he wouldn’t.

“You’re absolutely radiant when you come for me,” he growled, and that sent me over the edge again. I had no idea how many orgasms he’d forced from my trembling body at this point, but it didn’t matter anymore.

My bliss reigned free, twinged with a powerful volley of pain and pleasure that twisted into one endlessly consuming sensation. I reveled in each harsh lash of passionate desire, overwhelmed and completely taken by every agonizing moment of sheer bliss. I moaned and screamed, my sounds slightly strangled by the thick belt around my throat. He never quite let up the pressure, forever reminding me that he was in charge when it was the two of us.

He roared behind me, fucking me with brutal intensity for several long minutes as I suffered through that vicious climax. Over-sensitized, my body never stopped moving, never stopped arching into his thrusts, and I could no longer tell if my orgasm just kept going or if a string of them ravaged my body one after the other.

With a feral growl, he yanked the belt tighter and slammed into me. His rigid steel length throbbed inside me, seemingly growing harder as his fingers dug into my hip. I arched upwards as he came with a savage roar, pelting my inner walls with his hot, burning seed. One spurt after another seared my channel, throwing me headfirst into one final soul-shattering orgasm that forced every nerve in my body to combust. I squeezed my eyes shut as my climax destroyed me.

By the time it was over, I was no longer certain that my soul was still connected to my body. Tingles of ecstasy spiraled up and down my limbs as I struggled to breathe. I hardly noticed that he was reaching forward and unthreading the belt from my throat until it was already off me. With slow, leisurely thrusts, he pumped his softening cock in and out of my come-filled pussy.

I hated how a part of me enjoyed the feeling of it.

I lulled my head to the side before he finally pulled free of me. In a rush of movement, he unraveled the tie from my wrists and gathered me in his arms. Without asking, he sat down in one of the nearby chairs and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my heart and my body fully sated.

“I needed that as much as you did, little girl,” he purred, and I couldn’t help but snuggle against his chest.

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