Bound in chains and Loved by Dad.

Evis looked at her Dad with an expectant but blushing face. She was lying on the bed like usual and her clothes were long out of the picture.

But unlike the last time. Her hands were tied with metal chains and her legs were the same. Not to mention the chains were positioned in a way that made her legs unable to close and her hands unable to move.

It was too tightly bound too.

Harry smirked and looked at his daughter's impeccable appearance. Her rainbow-like hair and pupils were a masterly creation itself.

Her body's curves were also perfect. He moved beside her and gently fondled her breasts. She couldn't move and just looked at him with a red face.

"Dad will now drink your milk. Is there any issue?" He asked with a squeeze.

"There is, I don't like you touching me!" Evis exclaimed joyfully.

"I see, but I like touching you!" Harry chuckled evilly and simply started to suck on her nipples.