Daddy's little girl

He opened the door just as she came up the walk way. By the smile on his face and the blind fold in his hand she knew this evening was going to be exactly as he wanted. Leaning over to kiss her cheek he whispered into her ear, "Gonna be Daddy's good little girl tonight?" Visions of a few days earlier crept into her mind.

He laid with his head propped on the pillow watching as she worked her tongue over his cock. He murmured above her, "You are Daddy's good little cocksucker, aren't you?" She moaned her agreement.
"Gonna be a good little girl for all of Daddy's friends?" She wiggled against his fingers sliding up and down her ass.
"Would you struggle against Daddy's friends?"
"No Daddy," She moaned loudly.
"But what if I request that you do? What if I want to see you struggle and fight as they pull you over the coffee table, wrap a belt around your neck holding you in place as one fucks you from behind?" His fingers pushed into her sopping pussy.
"Oh baby you are so wet." he groaned.

In that moment she felt his hand wrap around her waist and guide her into the living room. The voices ceased and she felt their stares boring into her as Daddy unbuttoned her dress, letting it drop to the floor.  Her body covered only in the barest form by the black silk set.