All Chapters of Shady Blue: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Past noon, the Pierce residence was often quiet as a monastery and built like one too. With old brickwork, sweeping arches and the isolation of a prison. Blue’s prison. To be frank, despite the surplus of help that had become commonplace, the house that night was nothing like it normally was. Furniture that had never been looked at, let alone used was on full display. Every single light in the house was on; regardless of whether it was in use Bra

"You know... I really have to pee," Her words were short, and she stepped around the man before her with no regard for her father who sent her a disapproving glare as she moved in haste almost seemingly unwarranted. Her heels were loud, her strides were long, her frown seemed to be set quite deeply, and the man watched without pause — he was staring at her. He continued to stare as she ascended the stairs, though his motive wasn't the best. His eyes watched mainly her hips, was that wrong? That he was at the party of an eighteen-year-old girl and all he could do was stare at her hips and her ass and how they moved and how she skipped up the staircase. Mesmerising. Jailbait.

The man rocked his hips forwards slightly in a way which pressed the girl firmly against the railing separating her from certain death, and pressed the stiffening presence of his crotch against her own... But the girl felt no need for a complaint. All she could do was tighten her hands around the railing in an attempt to prevent herself from grinding against him; a weak attempt for release. "'You feel that?" the man only spoke lowly and to the tune of his lips brushing the skin... the same brushing that completely undid any ease Blue thought she had managed to gather in the depths of their witty banter and small, flirty smiles. 

"Hey, Margie," Blue looked the same as always as she jumped from the last stair of the staircase and took a leaping few bounces to shake off the momentum. When she came to a halt at the dinner table, even her mother looked the same as always. Luckily, she was in the midst of her summer break after her senior and final schooling year; the break in which she waited to make the leap to tertiary education. In favour of that, she did not look the same a

"Richard, please, I have a seat for you right here," just as the man began to lower himself to the seat of the table right beside his boss, the kraken struck again. This time, all because Vincent had stolen his designated seat by her side, it was to seat him opposite. Poor, poor Richard had no idea. "Thank you, Misses Pierce,"

When Vincent spoke, he lowered his voice. "I would sooner die than break your heart, Blue — on that you have my word," and though his voice was rough and careful, his hands remained still and purposeful by her shoulders. She couldn't move, even if she somehow mustered the desire to. "That's a big promise for a girl you barely know," and so Blue paused and inhaled deeply. Just as she did, the skin between her collar bones dipped and deepened with the h

Marian had been quite transparent in the fact that she had told Blue about the fact she was hosting a breakfast and who exactly was coming before it had happened. Because truthfully, that was the woman's habit — not informing her daughter of a social event until it was well underway as a strategy to prevent her from making an escape. Of course, it was all far too good to be true. Marian had neglected to tell her daughter that she was expected to sit for dinner with Richard the very same evening. At home. Closely supervised. No alcohol. No Vincent. No reprieve from a promise to be married in a year and in the family way in another.

There was something between them that almost seemed to be electric, for the want of a better word. Something magnetic in the way she felt as though she couldn't keep her hands off of him — something in the way she felt almost in pain when he was near her. She physically couldn't handle being in such near proximity without having her hands all over him, it felt. It seemed to be much the same for him. He felt some deeply rooted desire to reach some form of contact... Yet there was something painfully conflicting in the desire; it was a non-specific itch; he couldn't satisfy it. He always wanted something more than what he had. Though, of course, "str

Blue offered a final cry as she felt what had built inside of her falter with a shake of her knees and a distant tremble of her body — and though the world spun as he felt the orgasm torn from himself and his body felt as though it were on fire, Vincent failed to make a sound. Instead, his fingers tightened on the girls hip as he forcibly tugged her groin against his own and his mouth slipped to her neck where his teeth quickly followed; from there, she felt her own world spin as he twisted the skin of her neck between his teeth and coaxed the glory of his own climax between her hips and deep inside of her with a warmth. She felt content. More content than she had since the evening before, when his cum filled her much the same. Only this time, her

The first date, if that's what you could call it, was every vision Blue had of Valentine's day romance and more — the most exceptional part about it all; it wasn't valentine's day. Instead, it was Vincent being a true, upper-class, wealthy gentleman. In fact, Blue was sure Richard would take her to a restaurant much the same... Perhaps the only difference between a date with Richard at the Italian restaurant the pair had settled on and the same date with Vincent, would be that Richard would expect to get laid while she laid, spread-eagle and still on his bed but, most importantly, as quiet as the inflatable sex doll she was posing to be