Shady Blue

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

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. 

"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,"

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.

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