All Chapters of Shady Blue: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Blue would often bathe in the roughness and the depth of the voice which carried Vincent's words. After the quick fifteen, she found herself becoming acquainted with the fact that at times, the same voice she had found herself growing fond of alone felt somewhat frightening when matched with a quick, pointed glare and a whitening of his knuckles as he clutched his cutlery. Vincent wouldn't hurt Blue, she was sure of that much. And yet even she found her stomach sinking and her heart quickening as though he would. It was a rather strange concept.

"Let's cut to the chase — the little look you gave me from Vincent's pimpmobile across the street? We're not going to mention that to anyone, are we?"While Blue twisted her hands in the hem of her dress to still the shaking and she stood rooted in place as Richard made his slow approach, she still couldn't help but tremble as she forced out a quick response. The fact there was no foreplay in adressing the matter frankly scared the shit out of her — he went stright to the topic sentence without an introduction. In Blue's experience

Sneaking into the house after her secretive escape with Vincent was a challenge enough when her mother went for her morning jogs without fault at five thirty. It was near impossible when presented with the fact that Margetta would go in to wake Blue for the first time at five-thirty-five — before Blue would fall back asleep and await the following six-thirty wakeup. What this schedule meant was that, if Marian was even only one or two minutes late, Blue would have no opportunity to make her way back through her bedroom window. And she could not count on Margetta when it came to keeping a secret from Marian.

And with that, Blue made an attempt, and a rather feeble one at that, to break away from the man who tugged her hair warningly — and in that very moment, she truly wanted to know what he would do if she broke his kiss. More for longing than curiosity, naturally.So, she did, and with great difficulty. It was with a strained "Okay, thank you!" that she confirmed her presence in the bathroom and earned a forceful tug from Vincent as her head recoiled and her eyes sprung to his from over the tip of her nose. The sight in itself was of a glor

Blue didn't know whether or not the after effects of her orgasm had lasted longer than it usually had. All she did know was that it felt like a lifetime of watching her braindead expression as an effect of being fucked senseless in the faucet before she felt Vincent's hips meet hers where they remained. Before she felt her stomach grow warm. Before she felt the ragged breaths of his clothed chest against her back. She assumed it had been hardly a minute, just as it had, of her groin being in such a dull pleasurable pain she could have sworn she was cumming all over again. She also assumed that her pretend shower had been running for almost fifteen minutes. She assumed her dress was far too creased to straighten up and wear to breakfast. She assumed she h

There was some strange humour in the fact that Bradley Pierce's office, a place Blue hadn't been in since she was ten, had quickly become her favourite place to slip away and lose herself in some intensive tonsil-tennis and pre-marital sex. Almost just as strange was the fact that Vincent, a man she hadn't met 10 days ago, was being invited over more and more by Marian to keep the fast-ageing woman company during the times Bradley and Richard inevitably snuck off together as though they were the married couple. Perhaps if Blue wasn't so occupied, she would find the time her father and the man she was supposedly going to marry spent together strange... but she hadn't even noticed, let alone given it any thought.

All she could do was groan in dismay and fall back onto the desk, feeling the absence of his hand all too luridly and the rush of air over her chest all too bitterly without his embrace to keep the air conditioning at bay. Never in her life had she felt more sexually frustrated — and she had been experiencing said frustrations for some five or so years. At least as her head rolled to the side and she watched him pace, she could admire his ass and the way his arms poked from his shirt the exact way she had told him she loved....She found

Though the expression didn't produce the sweet tones of her chuckle, Blue found herself falling prey to a grin as she broke one hand from Vincent's and wiped away at her face — "Yes, I'll marry you," Again, though not the sound of a chuckle, her voice was just as sweet. Though marriage wasn't something she truly wanted when she was only freshly an adult, it wasn't the worst concept in the world to be married to a man she had feared would dump her any day for a new fling. It was the kind of guy he was, or at least she had thought him to be. It was the sort of guy he looked to be; well-groomed, a car only big enough to fit one-and-a-half people, both spare bedrooms of his apartment filled with storage boxes, two seats at his dining table... How could

"You got along with Vincent quite well at lunch yesterday," When Marian spoke, Blue found that it was best to listen to each word carefully. Blue could lie only so long as she wasn't lying about lying; if she said one misplaced 'what' or 'pardon' that prompted Marian to ask the child what she was hiding, she would be instantaneously in a world of trouble. The listening carefully, of course, wasn't as much of an issue when the word 'Vincent' was thrown into the sentence. In fact, anything that sounded even remotely like the word would catch Blue's attention from a mile away.

"You know, taking me to all your business meetings when my mother might have filed a missing person report by now probably isn't the best idea," Blue avoided Vincent's eyes due to the sheer possibility her cheeks would be bright red — he had kept one hand on the steering wheel the whole drive back to the hotel and the other on her; one part of her body or the other. Of course, when he laced his fingers with hers, the touch had been rather tame. At odd moments on the highway where he didn't have to think too much at all, he'd hook a hand beneath her underwear and trace the length of her in the most painful way she could ever imagine. She'd wanted nothing more than to fück his hand as though her life depended on it, but lacked the sheer valour and in