Daddy

Daddy Plot Summary

Introduction

Blood pooled in the moonlight as Eli Bachman wiped his blade clean. Two men lay dead in the shadows behind Charlotte Greene's childhood home—men who'd come for secrets that could destroy everything. He'd been sent to watch, to gather intelligence for the Brotherhood. Instead, he'd killed without orders, protecting a girl who'd haunted his thoughts since that night three years ago when she'd called him "Daddy" over his knee. The Bachman family ruled New York's most powerful crime syndicate, taking from corrupt elites to redistribute wealth to those who needed it most. Their wives—the Bachman Beauties—lived behind stone walls in the Village, a secret compound where submission wasn't just expected, it was demanded. Eli had spent years climbing their ranks, earning his place among the Brotherhood through blood and loyalty. But Charlotte Greene, with her golden curls and rebellious spirit, threatened to unravel everything he'd built. She didn't know it yet, but her reckless attempt to breach their walls would force him to choose between his sworn duty and her life. In this world, there was only one way to save her—make her his.

Chapter 1: The Forbidden Crush: Seeds of Desire

The crystal chandelier cast dancing shadows across the ballroom as eighteen-year-old Charlotte Greene stumbled through her drunken shimmy, pink satin swirling around her legs. The other daughters of Bachman business partners whispered and scattered when they spotted Eli approaching. He'd just secured his future with Rockland—the head of the most feared mafia family in New York—but now this sweet, naive girl threatened to embarrass her father at the most important event of the year. "What are you doing?" Eli's voice cut through her giggling as he pulled her from the dance floor. The vodka on her breath made him curse under his breath. At twenty-one, he'd already learned to read the dangerous currents in Bachman gatherings, but Charlotte moved through them like a lamb among wolves. Her brown eyes widened as reality crashed over her alcohol-fogged mind. "I... I didn't think—" "No, you didn't." His grip tightened on her arm as he dragged her toward the shadowed hallway. "Do you know what this would look like for your father? He could lose everything." The tears that sprang to her eyes almost broke his resolve, but Eli had seen what happened to men who disappointed the Brotherhood. Tom Greene was soft, decent—exactly the kind of man who couldn't survive scandal in this world. "Here are your choices," he whispered, backing her against the wall. "I take you to your father right now, or we handle this my way." She grabbed his shoulders, desperation flooding her voice. "Please don't tell him. I couldn't bear it." "Then it's a spanking." The word hung between them like a loaded gun. Charlotte's face went pale, then crimson. "You can't!" But they both knew he could. In this world, men like Eli didn't just suggest consequences—they delivered them. His hands were already reaching for her, already claiming the right to discipline her trembling body. The hallway stretched empty in both directions, offering no escape from what was about to unfold.

Chapter 2: Dangerous Infiltration: Crossing the Line

Three years of obsession had led Charlotte to this moment—perched atop a ladder in the alley behind Bachman's Jewelers, staring over the black gate that separated her from Eli's world. Victoria's keycard had gotten her this far, but the second wall loomed beyond, and somewhere in the distance, the sound of racing engines announced her discovery. The Village sprawled before her like a fairy tale—cobblestone streets lined with elegant brownstones, couples strolling hand in hand through manicured parks. This was where the Bachman Beauties lived their privileged lives, protected and cherished by the deadliest men on earth. It was everything Charlotte had ever wanted, and she'd just signed her death warrant trying to reach it. "Oh shit, they're coming for me," she breathed, scrambling down the ladder as three black SUVs screamed toward her position. Her dress caught on the rungs, her hands slipping as panic consumed her coordination. The vehicles' engines grew louder, closer, bringing judgment she wasn't ready to face. By the time she reached the ground, her fate was sealed. The alley became her trap—stone walls on both sides, the locked door behind her, the gate ahead crawling with armed men who'd been trained to shoot first and ask questions later. She curled into a ball against the cold stone, her carefully planned infiltration crumbling into the desperate plea of a cornered animal. The door clicked open behind her. She looked up, expecting Victoria's panicked face, but instead found herself staring into the dark eyes of Eli Bachman. Relief and terror warred in her chest as he pulled her into his arms, his familiar scent washing over her like sanctuary. "Thank God I got to you first," he whispered against her hair. "They would have killed you, Charlotte. They would have been right to."

Chapter 3: Forced Vows: Marriage of Necessity

The ivory silk cascaded down Charlotte's body like water as Charlie fastened the final button. The Victorian gown fit perfectly—Emily's thoughtful gesture in a world gone mad. In the mirror, a stranger stared back: elegant, refined, ready to die rather than trap the man she loved in a loveless marriage. "You look beautiful," Charlie whispered, slipping sapphire earrings from a red velvet box. "From your groom." On the rooftop overlooking Manhattan, Rockland and Tess Bachman waited beside the flower-draped altar. Their faces revealed nothing, but Charlotte knew the equation: marry Eli and live, or refuse and face whatever mercy the Brotherhood might show a trespasser. Her parents would never even know what became of her. Eli stood in his perfectly cut tuxedo, and when their eyes met, something shifted in his expression. Not resignation—something deeper, more dangerous. Hunger, perhaps. Or recognition of a path he'd been walking toward without knowing it. The officiant's words blurred together until the crucial moment arrived. "Do you take this man to be your husband?" "No, I do not." Her voice rang clear across the rooftop, defying every instinct for survival. "I'll not force you to vow away your entire life because of my mistake. I'd rather die." Eli's face darkened like a gathering storm. Without a word, he dragged her toward the elevator, his grip unbreakable. The steel doors closed with finality, trapping her with a man whose patience had finally shattered. The leather bench beckoned, and Charlotte realized her refusal had only delayed the inevitable—and made it infinitely more dangerous.

Chapter 4: Domestic Discipline: Learning to Submit

The wildflowers tumbled from Charlotte's hands as Eli emerged from his SUV, his face carved from granite. Three weeks of marriage, and she still couldn't resist testing the boundaries of her new world. The meadow stretched around them, exposed and vulnerable, exactly where Nick had spotted her wandering alone against direct orders. "Pretty flowers," Eli's voice carried deadly calm as he approached. "Worth the punishment you're about to receive?" Her stomach dropped as understanding crashed over her. The Village operated by rules written in blood and enforced without mercy. Wives didn't wander unprotected, didn't make themselves targets for enemies who'd cut them down to hurt their husbands. Charlotte had been thinking like the sheltered girl from upstate, not the mafia wife she'd become. "Take down your panties. Now." The command hit her like a physical blow. Cars passed on the distant road, their occupants no doubt recognizing the black Bachman vehicle, understanding exactly what they were witnessing. Charlotte's hands trembled as she reached beneath her yellow sundress, her face burning with shame. "But someone could see—" "You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me." The rock provided the perfect seat for her punishment, and Eli settled onto it with the patience of a man accustomed to breaking resistance. Charlotte draped herself across his lap, her bare bottom exposed to the afternoon air, her panties clutched in his fist like evidence of her submission. The first spank cracked across her flesh like a gunshot, echoing across the empty field. "This is what happens to wives who forget they belong to someone," Eli growled, his hand falling again and again. "This is what happens when you make your husband choose between protecting you and trusting you."

Chapter 5: Jealousy's Shadow: Confronting the Past

The text message glowed on Eli's phone screen like poison: "Are you sure I can't persuade you to rethink your current situation?" Charlotte's hands shook as she held the device, three months of insecurity crystallizing into this moment. Cascade Jackson—beautiful, successful, everything Charlotte could never be—reaching across the void to reclaim what she'd abandoned. She'd deleted the first message, the night it arrived while Eli slept beside her. Guilt had eaten at her for days, but now this new text proved her instincts right. The famous actress wasn't ready to let go, and Charlotte wasn't strong enough to compete with a woman who had everything. "Charlotte." Eli's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "Read my reply. Out loud." Her eyes found his response on the screen: "Not a chance." Two simple words that should have ended her fears, but Charlotte's mind spun with darker possibilities. The mysterious mission, the hidden texts, the distance she'd felt growing between them. "I did something terrible," she whispered, clutching the phone like a lifeline. "I deleted her first message. She wanted to meet your parents, and I—" Eli pulled her close, his arms surrounding her trembling form. "I don't mind that you deleted it. What upsets me is that you didn't trust me." The punishment came swift and thorough—over his lap, nightgown rucked up, her bare bottom warming under his palm while he lectured her about faith and marriage and the vows they'd made. But when he pulled her onto his lap afterward, when he slipped the engagement ring onto her finger and whispered "I love you" against her hair, Charlotte finally understood the difference between possession and devotion.

Chapter 6: Epiphany in Blood: Realizing True Love

The blade slipped between ribs with practiced ease, finding the heart that had betrayed the Brotherhood. Nick held the traitor steady while Eli delivered justice, another soul added to the ledger of debts paid in blood. Trevor's eyes went glassy as life fled, his secrets dying with him in the empty field behind the Village. This was the world Eli had chosen, the brotherhood that demanded everything and gave back power beyond measure. But as he watched another man draw his final breath, only one image filled his mind—Charlotte's face when she laughed, nose scrunching with delight. Charlotte calling him Daddy while he spanked sense into her rebellious spirit. Charlotte curled against him in sleep, trusting and safe and his. "Clean this up," he told Nick, wiping Trevor's blood from his hands. The ritual of death felt hollow suddenly, mechanical. What mattered wasn't here in this field among shadows and secrets. What mattered was three stories tall with golden curls and a habit of burning dinner while she tried to prove her love. The house stood empty when he returned, still reeking of whatever Charlotte had attempted in the kitchen. But Charlotte herself was nowhere to be found. Her phone went straight to voicemail, her usual haunts came up empty, and panic began its familiar crawl up Eli's spine. He'd spent the day ending one life, only to come home and discover the most important life in his world had vanished without a trace. Love, he realized, wasn't the gentle emotion poets described. Love was this terror that gripped his chest when Charlotte disappeared. Love was being willing to kill anyone who threatened her, to tear down the world if it meant keeping her safe. Love was finally understanding that everything he'd built meant nothing if she wasn't there to share it.

Chapter 7: Public Declaration: Embracing Their Truth

The Hobgoblin Pub glowed with warm light as Eli pushed through the door, his heart hammering against his ribs. After hours of searching, Cascade's text had led him here—to his ex-girlfriend buying drinks for his wife in the most unlikely friendship he could have imagined. Charlotte looked small and bedraggled in her borrowed sweatshirt, but her smile when she saw him lit up the entire room. "I was worried sick," he breathed, pulling her into his arms. Her hair was still damp from whatever adventure had led her through the city streets alone, but she was whole, she was his, and that was all that mattered. Cascade raised her glass with a knowing smirk. "To friends." The toast felt like absolution, like the final piece of Eli's old life settling into place beside his new one. Charlotte belonged here in his arms, belonged in conversations with Hollywood royalty, belonged anywhere she chose to go as long as she came home to him. The fear that had driven her to track down his ex-girlfriend seemed foolish now, but he understood it—the need to fight for what you couldn't bear to lose. Later, in the privacy of their car with the soundproof barrier raised, Eli showed his wife exactly how precious she was to him. Her body arched beneath his hands as he reminded her who she belonged to, who would always claim her, who would spend forever proving that some loves were worth any risk. The golden plug he'd brought gleamed between them like a promise. "Tonight I take you everywhere," he growled against her throat. "Tonight you learn what it means to be completely mine." Charlotte's breathless "Yes, Daddy" was all the permission he needed to show her that some hungers, once awakened, could never be satisfied by anyone but the person who'd claimed your soul.

Summary

Charlotte Greene's reckless heart led her over the walls of the most dangerous criminal organization in New York, but it was Eli Bachman's protective fury that transformed a death sentence into a marriage contract. What began as a desperate bargain between captor and captive evolved into something neither had expected—a love that demanded complete surrender from both sides. In a world where submission meant survival, Charlotte learned to call Eli Daddy not out of fear, but from the deepest recognition of her own desires. He learned that true power came not from commanding obedience, but from earning the trust of a woman brave enough to break every rule for love. Their story played out against the backdrop of the Bachman Brotherhood's shadowy empire, where wealth stolen from corrupt elites funded a Robin Hood existence behind fortress walls. But in the end, the most valuable prize wasn't gold or power—it was the moment when two souls, forced together by circumstance, chose to stay together by design. Charlotte's golden engagement ring caught the light as she realized that sometimes fate needed a firm push from reckless hearts willing to risk everything for the chance at forever. In Eli's arms, calling him Daddy as he claimed every inch of her willing body, she'd found not just safety but sanctuary—a place where love and discipline intertwined to create something stronger than either could achieve alone.

About Author

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Shanna Handel

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