Songbird

We had been planning on attending the party for some time and I wanted to spend time with her so badly. She looked so beautiful and I was smitten. She flaunts her panties at me, they are the ones I gave her. *shiver*

I wanted her. Now. It was all I could do to push my desire aside and escort her to my car.

We had to stop at my place as I had just come from work. I showered and asked her to dress me. She picked my clothing carefully and I dressed and watched her as she lounged on my chaise. Her skirt hiked up and bared her legs. I slid my feet into my shoes and swallowing back my lust, watch her as she puts her boots back on.

Back in the car and arriving at the house. We wander back and come into her friends home. It is charming but I really only have interest in her.

The party is a small intimate gathering, and I am very quiet. I am to filled with desire for much conversation. I flirt with her constantly.

At one point they put on a song that she is singing in and I feel myself melting. So sexy, talented and beautiful. And tonight she will be mine.

She kneels beside me and puts her arms around me. I bury my face in her hair and inhale her scent. My heart quickens. I tell her softly how good she smells and that I am going to tie her to the pillar at home and take advantage of her.

She announces it is time to go.

We are in the car again and I am blasting Metallica, feeling the strong powerful music coursing through me. The sound of her voice is echoing inside me and mingling with the throbbing beats and my pulsing lust.

We are home, and I tell her to remove her clothing. She asks, all of it? I turn on the fire as I reply with a firm yes.

I have placed a variety of toys on the table and a pile of silk scarves. I escort her to the pillar and ask her what her safeword is. She hesitates and I tell her red, and she nods and says she will also tap on the pillar or me, and the faster the tap means the higher she is and that she is no longer capable of breathing to say red.

I agree and tie a scarf in front of her eyes so she can not see. Her hands find the pillar above her head and I laugh and tease her that there is no need to bind her and swat her ass. She squirms and moans softly.

Ah that voice.

I swat her bum with my bare hand several more times and then I begin scratching her. First with my fingernails and then with sharp sticks and after she is moaning and shaking I grab my crop and start beating her ass with it as I pinch her nipples tight in my fingernails. She is tapping the pole and not breathing.

I set the crop back on the table and run a silk scarf up and down her back, bringing her back a bit until I feel her starting to relax.

I grab an abrasive glove and a latex glove, I lube my fingers and slide them into her lips, fingering her clit as I scrape the rough glove over her ass and back. She is dancing now and pressing eagerly into my thrusting fingers as I stroke her breasts with the sharp points.

Running my gloved hand between her thighs I bite her nipples and suddenly she is begging. Her knees are weak, in her lust, and I am laughing.

I lay her down on the couch after removing the blindfold and introduce her to one of my favorite vibrators. She opens her legs wide and I am in my glory as I thrust my toy in and out of her. My hand stroking the shaft of her clit as she shudders and cums. I lean over her, still thrusting and capture her nipple between my teeth. She is bucking into my toy and crying out in shuddering squeals and I am enraptured by her.

It is not long before she is tapping again.

To soon it seems the scene has ended and I am enfolding her in my warm embrace. Cuddling her and caressing her softly.

My lark sings to me... I am infatuated with her sweet song.