Beauty of a crystal

CHAPTER 24

"Far from that princess"
His proclamation was one for the books. His words were imbued with so much passion that my heart raced in my chest, even threatening to skip a beat.

"So... like a boyfriend?" she asked, tilting her head and dividing her gaze between Xavier and Matthew. Their shared, confident smirk didn't go unnoticed. In a split moment, they turned their gaze back to her, giving her their undivided attention.

"Sure," Xavier nonchalantly responded, his palm resting nonchalantly on the table. "Whatever you'd like to refer to us as," Matthew added, nonchalantly motioning between them. "The word 'friends,' however, was strictly off-limits," as suggested by his quieter, forcefully punctuated tone.

As their smiles mirrored hers, a thought flitted through her mind. "How would this work?" The words slipped out before she could stop them, uncertainty and curiosity billowing in her voice.

Xavier raised a questioning eyebrow, so she drew an invisible triangle among them, referring to their peculiar setup. The idea, however, didn't affright them. Instead, Matthew simply responded, "Just like any other relationship works, little heart." His eyes echoed mischief as he teased, "The more, the merrier."

At his words, she blushed a furious crimson. she switched her gaze to Xavier, but he was already by her side. He kept her in a tight embrace, firm yet gentle, leaving her little space to retreat.

He sweetly whispered, "How about we show you how it could work?"  her heart raced like the rhythm of a beating drum. This new sensation, this irresistible spark, was something she hadn't experienced before.

"Close those pretty for me, little heart," Matthew muttered right at her ear. The sudden heat from his breath caused a surprise gasp for her. Without hesitation, her eyes immediately shut.

A silk fabric graced her eyes while her arms were bound with a gentle force, introducing her to a world that existed between fear and excitement. her heart pounded in her chest, her voice shaky. "W-what are you—"

Suddenly, his voice interrupted her, "Do you love this shirt of yours, princess?" she could feel his fingers tug at its ends, waiting for her response. Baffled, her words rolled out in a jittery fashion.

she was mid-sentence when she felt her shirt being ripped apart. The cool air, contrasting with her burning skin, sent a rush of shock. "Xavier!" she gasped, momentarily losing her footing, taken aback by the sudden chill.

With everything that transpired, she still can't quite grasp the emotions that came flooding. This new experience that Xavier and Matthew have introduced her to is as strong as rolling waves, creating splashes on a calm beach.

It's a journey of adventure that she was unprepared to embark on. Yet, in the midst of it all, she thought she was beginning to cherish this golden triangle of theirs.

For some strange reason, she could tell whose touch it was. Xavier's touch was rough, urgent, a light touch of aggressiveness and impatience. Matthew's was more pressed than aggressive. He moves moved with patience, a teasing trail behind his torturer's touch. 

"We're gonna make you scream, princess. And you'll love every second of it, " Xavier seductively whispered, biting her earlobe and sending shivers down the part between her legs that required attention more than ever.

Crystal found herself fully naked, her eyes covered and hands bound with a thick rope. Not knowing what she was to expect next just added to her anticipation.

She could feel hands play around her thighs massaging a space inches away from her pussy.

"Y-you can't tease Xavier" she whined her lips pouty and inviting. She felt lips connect hers. The passion in them is deeper than any ocean. "Open for me Crystal" Matthew whispered in between the kiss. His tongue begged for entrance but she denied him as she kept the kiss light.