The fire crackled and popped in the giant stone hearth. Its intensity spilled warmth and flickering light across the room. Shannon rested on the smooth wood floor, naked except for the soft black leather collar around her neck.
Nearby is Daddy's big leather armchair. It is empty for the moment but Shannon can hear her Daddy's booted footfalls, walking through the house. She dozes lazily in the warm glow of the fire, until she hears his approach.
He stops on the opposite side of the chair from her, she can hear him placing items on his dark lacquered side table, it is his drink she thinks to herself, and then she hears the distinct sounds of his boots falling to the floor, one and then the other.
When he settles into the well-worn comfort of his chair, she hears him sigh and then Daddy tugs gently on her leash and pulls her closer. She rises languidly from the floor and wriggles across the plush carpeting that stretches out in front of Daddy's chair and folds herself around Daddy's feet. Daddy reaches down and slowly strokes her cheek before running his warm strong hand down her naked flank and gently begins patting her rump.
Daddy's touch is so loving. Shannon tries to wriggle even closer but she has already snaked her naked form around his legs and bare feet. Her tongue reaches out to lick Daddy's feet. She loves the taste of Daddy's skin, it is salty and smooth and feels blissful against her wet and wanting tongue. Her skin is glowing in the heat from the flames. She feels so safe and secure with Daddy.
Daddy leans forward from his seat and rolls her over onto her back and spreads Shannon's legs, so that each one rests on either side of his large chair. She is open and exposed to him now. Her large breasts are tightening, her nipples hardening despite the warmth. His touch has sent shivers through her, and the exposure to his worshipful stares inflames her sex, which grows slick, desiring for nothing but another touch or caress.
He takes her leash in his hand again and circles the smooth metal links around each breast before bringing the rest of the chain down. He uses his fingers to spread the lips of her cleft and places the leash deep within her moist valley. He then gently closes the lips over the chain and pats her mound, playfully nudging the links into her tender flesh. He sits back and admires his work.
The metal feels cold because she is so hot. She watches every move her Daddy is making. Her eyelids are already heavy with desire, her eyes are glazed with lust, love and need. Every breath he takes without marking her flesh with his own touch is agony to her now.
Daddy takes his time securing the leash to the floor and then he clips a braided silk cord to the chain just above and below her cleft. He then gently pulls, first in one direction and then the other so that the leash slides back and forth across her sensitive nub.
Her toes and fingers curl up, fighting the overwhelming sensations and soft rumbling moans of pleasure come out from between her luscious ruby lips.
Daddy sits back and smiles at her. She is mewling. She is panting gently. Daddy reaches out with his nude foot and clasps an erect nipple between his toes, and he drags it up and away from her chest. It sends tremors down to his girl's now soaking wet cunt.
Daddy picks up the silk cord again and saws the leash chain back and forth some more. Her bud is so sensitive now. Her head rolls from side to side and her body is now glistening with a sheen of perspiration. A flush is working its way up from her lithe neck and all over her beautiful face. Daddy lets go of the silk cord again, sits back in his chair and raises the heavy glass of whiskey to his lips and takes a strong draught.
From where she lies, Shannon can see that her Daddy is very aroused. In fact, she can do nothing but watch as Daddy reaches down and unzips his pants. He reaches inside and drags his engorged cock out of his pants. It stands hard, pointing straight up from his groin. A drop of pre-cum trickles down the length of the veined shaft leaving a shiny trail in its wake.
