Tonight is date night, which is strange for us because we usually have date nights on Saturdays. However, due to scheduling conflicts, we are having it on Friday. I just finished cleaning the house and putting away the laundry, so I decided to start getting ready early because he will be coming home from work shortly and will want to go out and spend the evening with me. I open my drawers to see what I want to wear tonight. I choose my black lace bra and thong set, along with my black tights, which go nicely with my short black skirt. I can also wear the gorgeous gold and black shimmering spaghetti strap vest top he got me last week.

I only get my thong and tights on before I hear the bedroom door open and he stands there in the doorway, looking at me as if I am his prey and he is hungry.

"Good shift, babe?"

"It was fine, but what did I say about wearing those particular pairs of tights?"

"You would rip them off me."

"That is correct; so why are you wearing them? You are asking for a punishment, my little one, especially after the teasing you gave me at work today."

"I am not taking them off; they look good with my outfit for tonight."

"Do not say I did not warn you."

He starts walking up to me quickly, spinning me around and pinning me to the wall, then kisses me with such passion that it knocks the wind out of my lungs; I can feel his desire for me in the way he kisses me, and I love it. I love it when he shows me through his actions rather than his words, forcing his tongue into my mouth, seizing control, demonstrating his desire for me, his need for me. I give him a passionate kiss in return, letting him know that my desire for him is just as great as his. When we become breathless and fighting for air, he grabs my arm and pushes me forward onto the bed; I am still standing, but my chest and head are on the bed, my ass on display for him, and I wait in anticipation of what I know is about to happen; oh how I love how much wearing tights turns him primal; you can feel the tension and electricity in the air. I can hear it before I can feel it, as he rips my tights open next to my pussy, ripping them to shreds like a caveman, and I love it. I love this side of him, the side that is so aroused and turned on that he needs me more than he wants me, and that is the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed.

"So, you believe you can tease me? Wear the tights you know I enjoy ripping off of you? Do you realise how sexy you look right now, tights ripped, bent over, and your perfect tight cunt glistening for me? Tell me!"

My mind is racing at a million miles per hour, thinking of all the possibilities that could happen when he is in this state of mind; I am so deep in thought that I do not hear him speak, and then, smack, he spanks my ass hard.

"I was talking to you, little one, so pay attention."

"Yes, Sir."

When he is in this mood, he takes on such a dominant role that he refers to me as his good girl, whore, or little one, and he is my Sir. I adore our dynamic; we can be romantic or dominant, and everything in between.

"Do you like teasing me?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

Smack, another spank to my ass, and I feel the sting on my cheek before he caresses me gently.

"You think you can get away with wearing those black tights I enjoy ripping off you?"

"Yes, Sir."

Again, smack, this time to my other cheek; the sting turns into pleasure as he gently rubs it afterwards.

"Do you know how sexy you look right now, with your ripped tights and that delicious tasting cunt glistening for me, your ass now red by my hand, my big strong rugged hand?"

"So sexy, Sir, so sexy!"

"Yes, that you do, my little one; now stay still while I taste my cunt."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he kicks my legs open and kneels down, caressing my ass cheeks to relieve the sting that is still lingering. He spreads my ass cheeks open and pushes my soaking thong to the side; he growls when he realises how wet he has made me and my thong; I smirk to myself because I know what is coming. He buries his head between my ass cheeks and licks around my tight arsehole, causing me to whimper as I feel his hot wet tongue against my hole. He takes a moment to savour the taste of my juices that have dripped down my ass before moving on to my tight needy cunt, teasing the lips open with his tongue and licking up and down to catch every drop of cum that is leaking out. I try to stay as still as possible, but he makes it difficult by continuing to tease me as much as I tease him. He uses his fingers to pry open my cunt's lips, revealing my glistening clit, the one thing he loves the most to tease on my body. He wastes no time putting his tongue on my clit, teasingly circling it, causing my cunt to spasm; the buildup he is giving me is unlike any other he has given me before. He is on a whole new level of beast today, greedily licking my clit as if he is desperately thirsty and the only thing that can quench his thirst is my juices. He pushes a finger into my cunt without warning and begins to finger fuck it while sucking, nibbling, and licking my clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, my senses are on high alert, and I want to grab his face and grind my cunt all over it, but I can hear his voice in the back of my mind saying, "Patience."

So I bide my time, allowing the pleasure to completely take over, losing myself in the moment. Him, his tongue, my throbbing clit and cunt being fucked by his rough fingers. I surrender to him and cum in waves all over his tongue and fingers, my entire body shaking with pleasure.

He takes his fingers out of my cunt but continues to lick it, taking every drop he can on his tongue, while my cunt and swollen clit throb. He puts my thong back over my well-used cunt, gently pulls me into him, giving me a slow passionate kiss, sharing my juices with me and I moan into his mouth.

"Damn, I taste delicious," I think while licking his tongue for my cum. He pulls away from me and gives me a tender kiss on the forehead before helping me to my feet so we can both prepare for our date.

I remove my ripped tights, giggling as I do so, and place them in the bin, leaving my slightly soaked thong on as he has instructed, before heading over to put on my short black skirt, matching lacy bra and blouse. To properly expose my cleavage line and breasts, I intentionally left the top three buttons undone when I buttoned my blouse up. He walks in after taking a shower, just a towel around his waist, and I start to lick my lips; he looks at me and gives a throaty chuckle, "Do not even think about it baby, we do not have time for that," he tells me, and I stick my tongue out at him, booing.

He chuckles and walks to his dresser to get his clothes, which include black tight boxer shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, sand-colored trousers with his signature brown belt, and a cream checkered shirt that is buttoned almost all the way up.

"Damn," I think to myself, how did I get so lucky? I can not help but admire the strength and power pouring out of him, which makes my already soaked thong wetter.

I grab my purse and we leave the house to walk down to the pub, which is just at the end of the street; he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer as we continue walking. It takes us five minutes to get to the pub, which is fortunate because it will be easier to walk back once we are a little tipsy. He opens the pub door for me and bows; I giggle as I walk in, knowing that the only reason he wants me to walk in front is to see my ass, but it is nice that Chilvery is still alive. He walks to the bar after giving me a gentle tap on the ass, and I go to our usual table to wait for him. I notice that all of the locals are already there, having a good time, with music playing and sounds of chat and laughter in the air; this pub has a great atmosphere every time we come in.

Not long after I sit down, he walks over to me with our drinks in hand, places them on the table, and slides into the booth-style table beside me, kissing my forehead. We sit for a while and enjoy our drinks, talking about what we have done today and general conversation; he tells me about the funny things he heard while working, and I tell him about what is been going on with the neighbours, teasing him about walking around the house in just a pair of tights all day while he was working.

We finish our drinks and I suggest a game of pool; he knows how much I enjoy playing and how competitive I can be, so we devise some fun competition rules and prizes. Tonight we decided to shake things up a little by allowing the winner to do whatever they want to the loser; this is giving me enough motivation to win this game of pool. He had his fun with me earlier, and now it is my turn to make him surrender to me. We walk over to the pool table, and he sets it up, grabbing the triangle that they keep in the hole under the table where the balls come out after being pocketed, while I go get some pool cues that are hung on the wall.

I walk back over as he already has the balls in order, keeping the black ball out to find the dot on the table and lifting the triangle while I chalk our cues. I pass him his cue, grab the white ball, bend over and place it on the pool table and line up my shot to break. Placing the cue just under my breasts, I pull the cue back and forth more than I need to, and he gives me a warning look not to tease him, but that only makes me want to tease him more. I finally pull the cue back and hit the white ball, a nice clear break, but I do not pot a ball, so I curse under my breath, "bastard!"

This time, we both get down to the black ball, and that sexy bastard pots it to win the game. If he wins the next round, I will lose, and that cannot happen. We alternate shots in an attempt to win so that we can receive the prize at the end of the evening. I decide to really tease him and try to throw him off his game. After he breaks for the next round, I shuffle my skirt up to cover my ass while walking around, hoping he does not notice. He stands up after breaking, and I walk around in front of him, exposing my bare ass cheeks, with the string of the thong wedging perfectly between my ass chicks, the small triangle piece of material barely covering my throbbing, soaking cunt. I can hear him growling behind me; I forgot that it is not just me and him in the bar; the bar is packed with tispy, horny men who have had a front-row seat to my wet cunt and naked ass. He approaches me, appearing to assist me in lining up my next shot, but in reality he is doing so so that he can whisper in my ear quietly enough that no one else can hear us.

"Keep it up, I dare you!" He growls in my ear, "This," he says, grabbing my cunt roughly, "belongs to me, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," he says, still growling, "you will be punished if you show these greedy horny bastards in this pub MY cunt again. Do you understand, whore?"

"Yes, Sir."

He smacks my bare ass cheek, and the sting of his hand against my ass lingers because I know for a fact that his handprint has appeared between the reddening. My mind tells me that I should stick with it and tease the hell out of him, push his limits, push my luck, and see how far I can go before he loses control and his inner beast comes out to play.

As we continue to play, I keep bending over further than necessary to show the locals at the pub how wet my thong is, my perfectly plump ass on full display. I can see the rage and frustration boiling up inside him, and I know it will not be long before his instincts take over and he drags me home to show me who the boss is, but he doesn't; instead, he grabs my hair and forces me over the pool table, hoovering over me close to my ear.

"You want to act like a desperate little whore in front of all these horny men, knowing they want to touch you, taste you, and fuck you," he snarls. "Well guess what, little one, we are going to show them right here, right now, who the fuck you belong to, you, are mine."

He pulls my skirt down to my ankles and nudges the back of my knees to move my legs, causing me to step out of the skirt. He then tears my thong off my ass, crumples it up in his hand and shoves my cum-soaked thong into my mouth before leaning forward over me.

"Keep them in your mouth until I tell you otherwise, you naughty little whore, teasing me like that, letting them see what is mine; you are in trouble now, little one; you will take this punishment like a good girl, okay?" He growls at me, and I respond by nodding my head.

He pushes me until I am fully bent over the table, my breasts flat on the surface of the pool table, my ass completely exposed, my cunt soaking wet and glistening in the light, he pushes my legs apart and counts one, smack, a familiar sting spreads across my ass, spreading warmth through my ass to my pussy, settling my body a flame, I whimper. Two smacks, another spank to my other ass cheek, and tears threaten to escape my eyes. He spanks my ass repeatedly until I start crying, begging him to stop, ill behave, and be a good girl. He grabs my chin and pulls my head back so I can look him in the eyes.

"This could have been avoided if you had not shown these men, this cunt, my cunt; this is mine."

He grabs my cunt, roughly opening the lips to the entrance, and rubs my clit vigorously. My already soaked cunt is threatening to spill over, I can feel an orgasm brewing, my cries turn into whimpers, then full-fledged moans, he can see me approaching as I grind my hips on his fingers, desperate to feel that europthic sensation he gives me when he is this dominant. I need to feel myself cum on his fingers, but he stops, taking his wet fingers and my thong out of my mouth, forcing his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself from him, and I suck and lick his fingers as if I am starving. I turn to the side and notice that all of the men in the pub are either stroking or rubbing their cocks against their trousers.

"Can you see how they want you? Does it make you feel sexy and desirable? Does it turn you on knowing they can look but not touch you because you will always belong to me?"

That was all I needed to undone, "Fuck me please baby, fuck me and show all these men that they will never touch me like they dream they can, fuck me and make them jealous, wishing they could be you, just please fuck me." I beg him.

Desperation drips from every word I say, and he lets out a loud growl. I know I have got him; he is high from my surrender, the locals' desire for me, and the pure adreilene running through both of our veins.

He pushes his thick-headed tip into the entrance to my cunt, teasingly rubbing the lips a few times before thrusting hard inside me; in one hard and deep thrust, he is balls deep inside my cunt. I let out an almighty whimper as he does; the painful pleasure is intoxicating; I want more, I need more, but he holds his cock deep inside for a moment, building the anticipation so that I have no idea what will happen next. Within seconds, he was fucking me relentlessly, grabbing my hair, causing me to arch my back and forcing my ass to bounce further back on his cock.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, the pleasure rippling through my body like ocean waves, I can not take it any longer, he keeps the rhythm, I need to cum, and I do, hard all over his thick, hard cock, soaking him in my juices. He pulls me out of me, flips me over so I am facing him, and kisses me fiercely, a passionate kiss that says more than words ever could, and I melt for him, knowing I am his and his only. He breaks the kiss by lifting me up onto the pool table and lying me back down, telling me to stay where I am and walking towards the bar. He returns with two teatowels from the pub's kitchen and forces my legs open until they are in front of the table's legs, then binds me to them with the cloth so tightly that I can not break or wiggle free.

He pushes my cunt lips open and takes his cock, rubbing his tip against my clit, causing me to gasp and whimper. My clit is extremely sensitive and the painful pleasure builds into another orgasm just by the feel of his tip. The urge to kick my legs out or close my thighs is at an all-time high, but I can't, and my cunt is now on full display for all to see. There is something enticing about being watched and desired by others who can only appreciate me from a distance, unable to touch or be allowed to. This thought, combined with the smell of arousal in the air, the sounds of cocks being stroked, and my handsome man rubbing against my hard, sensitive clit, sends me into a fitting frenzy of orgasms, which become more intense as they come.

"Look at how they want you, my little one, how they wish they could touch you like I do, how they long to taste you, and they can't, because this cunt and you are mine."

"Look at how they want to be you baby," I say breathlessly, orgasms filling my lungs. "Look at how they will touch themselves wishing they were you touching me, tasting me, fucking me, wishing they could make me cum like you do, show them baby, show them how they can not be the man you are, fuck your little one baby."

I look him in the eyes, and I see his beautiful blue eyes darken with pure lust and unfiltered desire; he is enjoying the power he wields not only over me and my body, but also over the rest of the men in the pub, feeding his power, the beast within, the side of him that gives me the most mind-blowing orgasms I will ever experience. The smirk on his handsome face grows as he feels the power coursing through his veins, and he rubs my clit, enticing it to succumb to pleasure. My breathing is rapid, moans and whimpers escape my mouth; it is all I can muster as my mind is foggy with pleasure, as if I am floating on a cloud to reach an almighty high; it is like being drunk without drinking, making my toes curl as I get closer to a mindblowing orgasm. Not long after I surrender and become undone, I scream as the intensity of the orgasm he is giving me with just his tip alone is giving me what my body craves, what it desires, my cunt squirts on his shirt with my juices as he continues to rub my clit while I continue to scream and whimper, begging him to have mercy and let me have a moment before he continues to show me who this cunt of mine belongs to, he keeps going until he is soaked with my cum.

Now that he is satisfied that I am a hot quivering mess, he lines his tip up to the entrance to my cunt. No sooner than he lines up, he is balls deep inside my cunt and I scream loudly, I try moving my legs to get him to stop, but he has me bound to the table, and I have no choice but to let him take me the way I know I want him to take me, the way I crave. He holds his cock balls deep inside, allowing my walls to stretch around him as I become accustomed to his large hard cock inside me. Once my walls have relaxed around him, he slowly drags his cock out to the tip, allowing me to feel every vein in his girthy cock before thrusting in hard, dragging back out and slamming back into me, making me scream each time. He continues to fuck me in this manner, setting all of my senses on fire; some of the locals stand up to see how well he is fucking me right now; I can not stop the whimpering moans escaping my mouth; it feels like I am having an out-of-body experience; I no longer have control over my body.

"Mark me, claim me, and fuck me harder, faster, and deeper. Use my body for your pleasure."

Growling, he picks up the pace, grabbing my hair and forcing me up slightly as he fucks me harder than he has ever done before. Tears stream down my cheeks, but I do not care; as my eyes meet his, I become undone, waves of my juices coating him in my scent, fuelling his desire to use my body, relentlessly thrusting pure primal needs into me. He maintains the same pace in my swollen, used, and sore cunt while letting go of my hair, pushing me back on the table and leaning forward roughly grabbing my breasts, using them as an anchor to keep him steady as he fucks me in hard thrusts, thrusting his cock inside me with all of his power. It does not take long for him to come undone, letting out an almighty growl as he unleashes streams of thick, hot, sticky cum deep inside me, causing me to cum again as his cum hits my walls. He holds his cock deep inside me, and my cunt clamps down to milk every last drop of his delicious cum. He slowly pulls away, both of us panting and whimpering in complete euphoria. He removes the restraints from my legs and lifts me off the pool table, but my legs buckle, unable to function after the way my body has been used. He picks me up in bridal style after pulling his trousers up, unconcerned that I am practically naked, and before walking to the door, he turns and says to the locals, "I hope for your sake you realise who she belongs to now," and walks out the door, carrying me home.