The Wrong Groom | 2gether X Tale of a Thousand Stars AU

Chapter 18 🔞

Sarawat's POV

Tine leaned back into me.

"I'll take my punishment, my prince. But don't be mad at me, please?" he said softly.

I wasn't about to let him down easy.

"That's not for you to decide" I snapped.

My blood was still boiling, the image of Tine kissing Mil, with Mil's dirty hands all over my Tine's body was seared on my eyeballs.

I turned around and walked towards a narrow corridor that led to the lounge, a more private space away from the disco.

Tine followed me, making no protests.

Booths with sliding doors lined the walls of the lounge, which itself was littered with couches, loveseats, armchairs and other cushy furniture well suited for horny young things to make out on.

I scanned the room till I found an empty booth. I walked towards it, still ignoring Tine.

My possessiveness and aggression were too close to the surface. I was sure to lose control and take him in the middle of the room if I so much as looked at him.

I paused at the entrance of the booth to let him walk in before I followed him and slid the wooden door closed.

The booth was tiny, enough for two or three people at the most. It had a vinyl covered bench seat against the far wall and a small table before it.

Tine stood near the table, peering at me through watchful eyes, his lips parted, his chest heaving slightly.

"You don't get to kiss me till I'm satisfied with your punishment. Understood?" I said grimly. My mask was still on, my mouth and nose covered by the black cloth.

Tine pouted and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Baby, please. You're being needlessly cruel. I haven't kissed you all evening."

"I asked you not to get too close to him. What did you do?"

Tine lowered his eyes. "It was the quickest way."

I kept my eyes on his as my fingers danced over his clothes, unbuttoning, unzipping, undoing the clasps and ties that kept them tethered to Tine's body.

I marvelled at the expressiveness of his face, his sparkling eyes, his ready lips, the rosy tinge in his cheeks, his arched eyebrows.

I spread his shirt open over his chest and pinched both his nubs hard. They were his pleasure points and he was a slut for nipple play.

He gasped and moaned my name, his head thrown back, his hands gripping the table behind him, leaning back on his long arms, as he arched his chest into my palms.

My hands moved down his body, one cupping and palming his length, the other squeezing his pert ass.

I grabbed his tight black jeans and briefs together, pushing them down to his ankles.

"Take off your shoes and step out of your jeans" I said.

Tine wordlessly toed his sneakers off and lifted his sock-clad feet daintily out of his jeans, his breath coming heavy, his naked body leaning towards me sub-consciously.

His dick was hard and dripping already. I could see the beads of pre-cum overflowing from the tip.

He bit his lower lip and looked at me with lusty eyes.

His gaze moved down my body, taking in the fitted maroon leather jacket and black graphic tee I was wearing, lingered at the tightness of my crotch under my blue jeans and stopping at my laced up boots.