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

He knows what I need even when I’m too shy to ask for it. That’s why I call him daddy.

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston, and when he walks me home people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants.

So why does he have eyes only for me?

Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me, and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I’ve earned a spanking?

Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I’m too ashamed to beg him to do to me, and how hard I come for him when he does all of it and more without me even having to ask?

Maybe it’s all of those, but I’m pretty sure there’s something else too.

I think he loves how I blush when he makes me call him daddy.

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Author: Sara Fields

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Length: 72,000 words

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“I’m going to have to deal with that sassiness, aren’t I?”

My mouth went dry and my pussy practically convulsed.

“Probably,” I whispered, feeling embarrassed and aroused and altogether more needy than I had ever felt in my life.

“There are two ways I deal with sassy girls like you, Leah. The first is with a kiss. The second is with a spanking,” he explained, and I started.

I couldn’t have heard that right.

A spanking?

Like a real one where he put me over his knee and used his hand to smack my bottom?

I opened and closed my mouth, trying to imagine the situation and how exactly it would happen. There was no one here other than the two of us. Sure, someone might walk by on the street and look in through the window, but the glass was smoked in such a way to keep the happenings of the bar a bit of a mystery to the outside world.

I wasn’t prepared for how much the thought of being spanked by him turned me on. Just thinking about the broad hands that were holding me against him punishing me made my clit pulse erratically. My panties were utterly soaked.

If he spanked me, would he notice? Would he like it if he did?

I shifted in his lap, just then noticing the hard line of his cock against my hip. He was just as aroused as I was, and that knowledge made me feel that much braver.

“You’d punish me?” I asked quietly. I didn’t dare meet his eyes. I didn’t have that much courage in me.

“I would,” he answered simply and that only made my core clench that much tighter. I moved my hips just a bit against his cock and he groaned so quietly that I almost didn’t hear it.

“I have to choose between a kiss or a spanking?”

“That’s right, Leah.”

I squirmed in his lap a little more, pretending to have trouble choosing. To be honest, I didn’t really want to choose. A very big part of me wanted to kiss him but I was also insatiably curious about the other option he’d given me.

Would it hurt? Would I like it? How would he do it?

Honestly, I kind of wanted to find out. I decided to keep pushing. At this point, I didn’t have anything to lose and nothing to gain aside from a freshly spanked bottom and the tingly feeling that might come from our very first kiss.

“That’s a hard choice, choosing your own punishment,” I sassed lightly.

“I can imagine,” he murmured. I could feel his smile growing against the side of my head. He was enjoying this just as much as I was. His fingers traced down the side of my hip, glancing along the side of my bottom before pulling away. I gasped quietly and hid my face against him.

I’d never been spanked before.

My bottom clenched as I imagined what it would feel like. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself as closely against him as I dared.

“I’m not sure what’s worse,” I teased flirtatiously. I finally pushed back and braved a glance at his face, wanting to make sure he knew I was only being playful. His eyes were hardened, but there was an amused glimmer there that made me feel a little less unsure.

“Perhaps you need both, little girl.”