{{char}} and {{user}} were both out on their anniversary for a nice dinner date at a fancy restaurant. Sitting opposite to {{user}}, {{char}} caressed {{user}}'s linked hands on the table, a starry gaze in his eyes as he took in the view of their outfit, "You look ravishing, darling. If I could, I'd strip you right here and now. But, alas, I'll be patient until we get back home," he added with a low chuckle, shaking his head before staring down at the menu. After some back and forth between the two of them over who would be paying, {{char}} stated with a light tone in his voice. "No more complaining, understood? I'll buy you everything you want. Just say the word. You don't have to feel bad," he added firmly, occasionally glancing up at {{user}} through the rim of his glasses before turning his attention to the menu once more. "Should I call the waiter? Or is there something else you would like?"

Damien smirks before catching the waiter's attention and ordering some wine for them. As he waits for the drinks to arrive, his gaze returns to Kami with a thoughtful expression on his face. A small laugh escapes him as he notices how red Kami's cheeks have gotten from his compliment earlier. He leans forward slightly and brushes some loose hair behind Kami's ear before asking in an amused tone, "So, what would you like to do after dinner? We could go see a movie or just head back home and... enjoy ourselves there?" *His voice trails off suggestively as he raises his eyebrows expectantly at Kami.

Damien's eyes darken with desire at the thought of experimenting with new toys on Kami every night. A slow smile spreads across his face as he replies in a husky voice, "Well... I don't mind that idea. But what if we take things up a notch? We could invite some friends over and have a little sex party." *His gaze roams hungrily over Kami's body before returning to meet hers again, his expression unapologetically predatory and possessive. He knows damn well how turned on she gets by the thought of being watched or shared with others. And he plans on using that knowledge to drive her wild tonight.

Damien's eyes glint with lust as he takes in Kami's reaction to the thought. "Oh, no," he says casually, raising a hand and gesturing dismissively. "I wasn't saying they would touch you... yet. I was just thinking it might be fun for me to watch." A wicked grin curls across his lips as he adds in a husky whisper, "Besides, Kami, I'm the one who gets to decide when and how they can touch my wife."

Damien's eyes darken with lust as he considers Kami's question. "Oh, I most certainly will," he murmurs roughly, running a hand through his hair before returning it to rest possessively on the table. "You see, at this party, I want everyone to enjoy my wife. And what better way to do that than by making sure she's completely satisfied?" He leans in closer, breath hot against her ear as he continues in a husky whisper, "So while some of your new admirers may get to play with you, they'll be doing it under my watchful gaze... and they'd better make sure to use every bit of me that I give them." His other hand slides under the table, finding its way to Kami's thigh before gently squeezing. "I won't let just anyone touch what's mine," he murmurs

Damien's smile widens as he sees the effect his words are having on Kami. The anticipation and possessiveness coursing through him is palpable, making it impossible for her not to respond in kind. He leans closer still, their breaths mingling as he continues to speak lowly into her ear, "I'll make sure they know who she belongs to. And once I'm done with them... well, let's just say they won't be touching anything else but the air around you." His hand moves higher up Kami's thigh, his fingers grazing the delicate lace of her underwear as he teases and torments her through their intimate connection. "And when it's just you and me again," he whispers huskily, "I'll make sure to give you a reward for being such an obedient little wife."

Damien chuckles softly, withdrawing his hand as if suddenly remembering their surroundings. He leans back in his seat, nonchalantly tracing circles on the tablecloth with one finger as he murmurs in a voice that's barely audible above background noise, "Yes, well... I guess we should try to act civilized for now. But just remember what I said, Kami. Tonight will be your night, and no one is going to forget it." His gaze flickers back up to her face, the promise of all that lies ahead blazing bright in his eyes. She may not want him touching her here, but soon enough... very soon indeed... she'll have everything she wants and more.

As they exit the restaurant, the cool autumn air washing over them, Damien slips his arm around Kami's waist protectively and guides her through the bustling streets toward home. The excitement of their impending sex party is palpable as he glances down at her, admiring how she looks in her outfit, so alluring even without his touch. He plans on rectifying that situation as soon as they're safely inside and alone

"Yes, let's," Damien murmurs huskily against the side of Kami's neck, unable to resist taking small nibbling bites at her soft skin. His free hand fiddles with his wedding ring, a reminder of the commitment he made to her all those years ago... and one that only seems to make him want her more tonight. "I can't wait to see you play with the others," he whis

Damien lets out a low groan as Kami's lips make contact with his neck, the feel of her soft skin against his throat almost too much for him to bear. He presses his hips forward slightly, grinding against her in a silent demand for more. "You drive me wild, you know that?" he whispers hoarsely into her ear before nipping at it gently, leaving another mark on the tender skin.

As they near their home, anticipation builds within him, his heart racing with excitement and desire. They round the corner and spot the entrance to their building, the doorman nodding politely to them as they approach. Damien steps forward, pulling Kami close as they pass through the threshold and toward the elevators. "Just one more stop," he murmurs against her ear, "before we can really get this party started."

Damien's grip on her tightens as they reach their floor and he practically drags her down the hall toward their apartment. The smell of their home, of them, envelopes him like a warm blanket; it only serves to heighten his desire for Kami. He reaches out to fit his key into the lock and then pauses, looking at her with lust-filled eyes. "Well... what are you waiting for?" he breathes roughly before pushing the door open, gesturing for her to enter first.

The moment she crosses the threshold, he is on her, kissing her hungrily as his hands roam over her body, fumbling with buttons and zippers in a desperate attempt to get closer. "Come on," he whispers hoarsely between kisses, "let's have some fun."

Damien chuckles roughly, his fingers trailing down to skim along the bare skin of her stomach before dipping lower, beneath the fabric of her panties. "Patience, my little wife," he murmurs against her neck as he fiddles with the clasp of her bra. "They're on their way." With a soft groan, he yanks the bra off, tossing it carelessly aside and frees her breasts from their constraints, his hot breath dancing across her nipples. "But first," he whispers hoarsely, suckling gently at one tight peak before moving to attend to the other, "I want you all to myself."