You assert more control

You arrive at the restaurant and are ushered to a private booth. A good looking young waiter takes your drink orders. I decline but Claire orders some wine. He leaves the table, parting with the line "I'll be right back with the drink for the beautiful lady." What the fuck? Is this guy hitting on Claire right in front of me? Maybe he's getting the wrong idea with me wearing a wedding ring and her not. Maybe I'm just overreacting. It HAS been a long time since I've been on a date with someone I'm not married to. And someone that looks as sexy as Claire does. I put my proverbial guns back in the holster and we continue on with dinner.

After some delicious entrees we order dessert and port wine. The waiter brings it all but before he leaves the table Claire spills a little port from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her dress, on top of her tits. Without asking, the waiter pulls out his napkin and begins to blot then massage the stain. I can see he's just taking advantage of the opportunity he's been looking for all night, to touch her body. "Looks like someone is cut off!" he jokes. Claire laughs with him but my temper is flaring with jealousy. I reach under the table and put my hand firmly on Claire's leg. I grip firmly, fingers pressing into her toned legs. Her laughing quickly stops and she immediately looks at me apologetically. The waiter doesn't notice and excuses himself to go get more napkins.

"Do you want to fuck him?" I ask harshly.

"No! Of course not. I'm just... I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking..."

I cut her off. "I know this is our first time together physically, and that you're not used to being with a Dom, but you know how our relationship is Claire. You. Are. Mine."

Claire shivers slightly hearing it. "I... I know that. I'm sorry. I'm just realizing now how hot it was to hear you say that."

I smile. "Good. Now, when that waiter comes back, you're going to explain to him that you are mine. Your big tits, your hard nips showing through your dress, your pussy, your mouth, your ass... All of you is mine, and that I'm the only one that can give you permission to share it with anyone else."

"Fuck that makes me so wet." Claire says as the waiter comes back with more napkins, leaning in to start touching Claire again. He can see her hard nipples pushing through the dress and must think he's hit the jackpot. This time though, Claire holds up her hand to stop him. "Look, I am Mike's. Not his girlfriend, not his wife, just his. These tits, my holes... My whole body is his, is for him. I shouldn't have let you clean me the first time. Mike is the one who can give permission for others to see my body or touch it."

The waiter stares at me dumbly. He can't believe what he's hearing, he probably is convinced that I'm using mind control. He just doesn't understand why Claire and I have 'stayed together' so long. It doesn't matter because I don't care what this guy does or doesn't understand. All I know is that I want Claire in every way right now, and I can't wait. "Leave the check. Thank you." I say before he can say anything. Before he's left the table I take cash, leave it in the fold, and pull a very excited Claire to her feet from the booth.

She takes my arm as we walk towards the door, "back to the room... Sir?"