We’re at a bar. You’re in a cute dress that shows off your curves. I’m in dress pants, your favorite belt, and a button down shirt. I grab us drinks while you find us a spot at the bar to sit at. As I order our drinks, I notice some people eyeing you. My initial reaction is to tell them to find someone else to look at, but I don’t. I know you’re mine and only mine. After our drinks are made, I find my seat next to you and hand you your drink while wrapping my arm around your waist possessively. We chat a little bit about our day and I notice people still staring at you. I whisper in your ear to follow me to the bathroom. I know you’re excited by the twinkle in your eyes I saw as I got out of my seat. Once the stall door closes I grab your neck and push you against the door. Who’s is this? When you answer yours, my lips and tongue feverishly find their way to your neck, scoring your skin with hickeys. Reminders to anyone that they can look at you as much as they want, but they’ll never have you in the way that I can. I growl mine as my teeth continue to mark your skin. My hand slithers its way down your body and into your panties. I hear the sound of you panting. Waiting for me to touch you. Who’s is this? Of course you say yours. I smirk and let my fingers slowly rub into you. Good girl. I pull my fingers out of your panties and see that they’re dripping wet. That’s my girl. I lead us out of the stall so I can wash my hands and comb my fingers through your messed up hair. It got awful tangled didn’t it? Once I make sure you look presentable I take your hand in mine so we can walk back to our seats. When we sit back down I smirk proudly looking at the dark marks appearing on your neck. That’s right. You’re all mine baby and now everyone knows.