She sucked in air as the restaurant came into view and all the high-end people queued up outside.
Opening her side door for her, he extended his arm once more, "My lady, if you please."
"Dean, are we broke now?" she asked under her breath as he led her to the front door.
Doing her best to ignore the leering gazes following them inside and the hushed whisper of contempt for arriving in a taxi.
"Even if we are, don't think for a second that'll stop me from taking care of you," he grinned, filling her chest with warmth.
"Name?" asked the male staff member, straining to keep his eyes fixed straight ahead to maintain the professionalism that this place requires.
"Clearwater," said Dean, enjoying his struggle. Pulling Leah in with a squeeze to see if he could break him, unfortunately, he was disappointed.
"Ah, yes, here we are. One moment, please. A server will be with you shortly to show you to your table," he said, quickly turning his head to call someone over.
"Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Clearwater," said a nice-looking young female server with a bright smile.
"Here we are. My name is Amanda, and I'll be your server this evening. Feel free to ask me anything. Can I get you any drinks to start?" she asked cheerily, handing them menus.
Dean ordered some wine, and they went over their options.
"I don't know about this Dean," said Leah, looking at the prices.
Dean grinned at her over his menu, ignoring her worries, "You look great. You know I've always wanted to wine and dine you. In another life, I'm sure you would be some big star being wined and dined by the best of them."
Leah snorted, hiding her blush behind the menu.
Receiving their wines, he orders for both of them, seeing as how Leah was far too nervous.
"We don't belong here Dean," said Leah, looking around at all the rich folks.
"Nonsense. By the time I'm done with this world, they'll be worshipping the ground we walk on," said Dean. "Well, they would if I bothered, but rest assured, in the future, things like this will be nothing to us if we so wish."
She laughed at the idea of Dean being anything other than a woodsman, having lived his entire life in the forest. "Getting tired of the woods then?" she asked, amusedly.
Dean smiled, "Never."
Their food arrived. "Here we are, let me know if there's anything wrong, and a drink on the house," Amanda said, setting everything down, "Compliments of the handsome man over there, who was wondering if he could have a word with you after you finished."
They looked over, spotting an older gentleman with grey hair and a clean shave, giving them a wave while eyeing Leah's incredible assets excitedly, along with the other men in his party. They were not alone, however, as many other guests took them in, much to their partner's chagrin.
"Certainly," answers Dean, waving back, much to Leah's dismay.
The men give him a weird look before going back to their conversation.
"Great, I'll let him know," Amanda said, walking away.
"Dean! What are you doing?" Leah hissed in a low tone so as not to cause a stir.
"Having fun, you should try it sometime," said Dean, picking up his utensils.
"Fun, huh? And what exactly are you going to say to them? I don't think making rich enemies is a good idea when we have enough problems," said Leah.
"I was thinking if you're so worried about cash, they can be our wonderful volunteers," said Dena casually.
"You can't be serious. We don't need the government coming after us, too," said Leah, cutting her steak.
"I was hoping they would invite us to some private party where they would try and have their way with you like in the movies, and then of course, I slaughter them all and take what I want from their place," said Dean, taking a bite.
The couple next to them freezes in mock horror at what they overheard.
"Relax, I'm joking," he told them in a tone that suggested anything but.
"Sorry, new money, you know how it is," said Leah, kicking Dean's shin under the table.
The couple nervously takes a sip of wine and looks away.
"New money? I like it, glad to see you're getting into the swing of things," said Dean, taking another bite.
Leah sighed and continued to eat; it was good.
Perhaps they've been watching too much TV since moving in together.
Finishing their meals, Dean pays the bill after calling a taxi and leaves with Leah, ignoring the gentleman who wanted to speak with them.
"Sir, sir, Mr. Anderson is waiting," said Amanda, hurriedly catching up to them.
"That's a shame," said Dean, continuing, leaving her standing in place, dumbstruck and unsure how to respond as the doors closed behind him.
Leah grinned as he opened the taxi door, glad to be leaving the stuffy atmosphere behind.
"I see you're happy, you know I might have made a rich enemy after all," said Dean.
"We're not cut out for fancy places Dean. It was fine, I guess, for a variety, as you say, and the food was good enough, I suppose, but it's not our scene," said Leah.
"Don't do that, I don't know why you were so nervous, rich or not, they're only human. I could snuff the life of the lot of them if I so choose, and there's nothing anyone could do to stop it," said Dean, spotting the driver staring back at him through the review mirror, only to look away quickly when their eyes met.
"You shouldn't say that unless you can survive sniper shots and missiles," said Leah cautiously. This was beginning to sound dangerous to her; she knew Dean was getting stronger, but this overconfidence was worrying.
Dean snorts but doesn't respond; it was only a matter of time.
When the taxi stops, he gets out, opens the door for Leah, and pays the driver, ignoring the man's agitated look.
"Think we might have spooked him," said Dean as the driver sped away.
He turns around to find Leah already moving to the beat blasting out of the nightclub.
Dean smirked, "This is a high-end nightclub, think you can handle it?"
Leah smirked back, taking his arm, "This is my kind of scene."
"Well then, let's have fun, shall we?" said Dean, leading them inside without needing to give his name, thanks to his impressive wife. The bouncer ushered them inside with a great big smile on his face as she thanked him.
The place was packed with people hanging out and dancing with everyone dressed to impress, though none more so than Leah. Many men found it hard to take their eyes off her and her amazing assets as she passed. The bar was swamped with orders for liquid courage as they sized up her date.
A few girls were berating their men for looking as they sat at an open booth overlooking the dance floor.
"What do you think?" asked Dean, looking around for a waiter to order more drinks.
"I like it," said Leah, moving to the music. "Why are you getting drinks here though? You know it doesn't affect us."
"Thought I'd blend in a bit, and I like trying new things. Going to order some of those unique drinks I've always heard about but never had," said Dean.
"Then why did you order steaks at the restaurant?" asked Leah, giving him a weird look.
"We don't usually eat steak, and I thought they would do it better being all high-end and shit," answered Dean.
Moments later, after a very enthusiastic waiter served them, he leaned back comfortably, watching her sway to the music, sipping on their drink.
"Glad to see you finally loosened up. You were a bit of a buzz kill back at the restaurant," said Dean.
"Told you, this is my kind of place, not that suffocating air of snobbery," said Leah, "We don't belong there."
The last part irks him, and he grabs her by the back of the neck, turning her to face him, "Listen, and listen well, you belong wherever I say you belong, and if you want to be the fucking queen of the world, then I will fucking make you the fucking queen," he growls, and pulls her in for a dominating searing kiss, leaving her breathless.
"Come on, time to show everyone here what they can never have, let's dance," he said, dragging a beaming Leah onto the dance floor.
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It started innocently enough, dancing together to the beat of the music. Then they became lost in each other's movements, even ignoring those around them as she started to grind on him, ass to crotch, his length growing harder by the second.
Slipping his left hand inside her dress opening, he cups her bare breast, thumbing her nipple as they continue to dance. His right hand moving down to slip beneath her dress and black panties.
"Dean," she moaned, throwing her head back and letting the moment take her.
Barely aware of those around them beginning to notice, one hand playing with her nipple, the other her clit, he was no more dancing than he was humping her at this point.
Knowing she was close, he pulls his hands out and works to free himself. Moving the dress and panties aside, he plunges himself inside before anyone can say or do anything.
Her eyes briefly opened wide in surprise, "Dean!" she cries/moans in protest as he starts thrusting. His hands slipping back underneath the dress to grab her breasts
A circle began to form around them as the people mesmerizedly watched.
Proud to show off without actually showing anything. To claim his mate in front of so many had its own thrill.
Dean fucks her on the dance floor, being sure that no one could see anything he didn't wish them to. Making sure her privates stayed his and his alone for viewing pleasure, and yet despite not being able to see anything of substance, no one could look away as Leah's embarrassed grunts/moans rang out in chorus with the beat of the music and the timing of his thrusts as she failed to hide her pleasure.
Some even reached for their partners as they watched.
It didn't take long for Leah to get off, being filled with his seed, her back arching as he strained his hips, lifting her by the dick as she cried out in ecstasy above the roar of the music and the surrounding crowd.
Putting her down, she rapidly fixed her clothes, allowing his hands to release her breasts when they were safely hidden once more behind the dress and tucking his dick away.
Her face bloomed like never before, taking in the crowd as they burst out in cheers and claps.
Dean grabbed her hand, lifting it high in victory, giving their adoring fans a wave, forcing an extremely embarrassed Leah to bow with him like they had completed some great play.
He then quickly ferried out his deeply mortified wife into the night, intending to spend the rest of it in bed having an encore.
Finding a taxi waiting, he pulls her into his lap and gives the driver the address back to the hotel.
Hands once more found their way beneath her dress to play with her assets, eager for more. His ministrations prevented her thoughts from dwelling too heavily on what had just occurred as he licked and peppered her neck with kisses.
Sighing into his arms, she closed her eyes and let him work her.
In the hotel room, he was quick to attack her with his lips, backing her into the bed.
Removing her dress, he went for her breasts, savagely sucking and biting them, much to her pleasure, moans echoing out.
Impatiently tearing off his clothes, he pushes her onto the bed, enjoying the way her boobs bounced before pulling her open legs towards him and lining himself up.
Entering with a hard thrust followed by many more, he watched her tits ripple with every smack of their flesh.
This view of her withering beneath him, privates splayed out bare, moaning without worry in complete bliss, was for him and him alone, and he grinned.
It was a long night as he took her again and again all over the room and into the following morning, only stopping at midday, when they finally lay down to rest, asleep before her head hit the pillow.