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Speechless with Teeth Ch. 01

By: Xiara_Bellafeast



He was a monster. A monster I fell in love with. And in turn, that love made me a monster as well. I gave him love and he repaid it with heartbreak.

I couldn't believe that I was ready—and able— to give up everything I had and everything I was to be with this monster. And I did. I left my cozy home in the pleasant state of Louisiana to move into a cheap apartment in the suburbs of central Alabama in my senior year of high school. He was my soldier, my knight in shining armor. He was also a government lapdog, a soldier in the Army. He never gave me a reason to worry though; he said that he would take care of me, and take care of me he did. So now, from the very beginning, I will tell you how I became a monster. This is my story.

***

"Happy birthday to me!" I exclaimed happily that morning as I woke. February 20th was finally here. My 18th birthday. James quickly rushed behind me to be by my side. He kissed my cheek.

"Happy birthday Babes. What do you want for your birthday?" I glared playfully.

"You know exactly what I want James..." He shook his head.

"You'll get it after work." My mouth dropped.

"I can't play hooky for one day?" He shook his head and began to rush me out of the bathroom.

"Missing work isn't even an option. Don't you dare even try to go there." I sighed and shook my head.

"I get the feeling that you are hell bent on trying to make me wait for you." James laughed at me.

"You just go to work and we will talk after you get home..." I sighed and finally made my way out of the door.

***

That night as I came home from work, I slid my key into the lock and jiggled it a bit, already a little sick of the faulty lock. I opened the door after a little struggle.

"James, I'm ho—" I cut myself short as I saw the entire apartment covered in rose petals and filled with candlelight. James sat at our little dinner table with a plate in my spot and a plate in his. The food was untouched. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey Babes, how was your day?" I took a few seconds to answer, knowing that I was still in shock. The apartment was absolutely beautiful.

"My day was rather tedious...James, what is all this?" He got up and walked over to me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Happy birthday, Babes. I promised you romance, and I will give you romance. Now sit down and eat your dinner...You will need the energy." I chuckled lightly.

"Oh really?" He grinned at me.

"Yes really, now you had better eat your food."

I obeyed. We talked and laughed as we ate dinner and allowed the night to pass by. The closer we got to finishing, the more nervous I became. I asked myself all these questions: Am I ready? Will James be gentle with me? Will I get any pleasure from my first time? What if I'm not good at it and James doesn't want to do it anymore? As if he were reading my mind, James took my hand and smiled at me.

"Xiara, it's okay. You don't have to be nervous —you will do just fine, and I promise I won't be rough with you. Come on, I have a surprise for you." He led me into our bedroom and opened the closet door. Immediately I saw a beautiful black teddy with a new lace thong to go with it. I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm having my first time in this thing?" James laughed at me.

"Not really, but I will enjoy peeling it off of you." I smiled and walked to the closet, pulling the black teddy out and taking it with me to the bathroom as I showered and freshened up.

***

Roughly 20 minutes passed before I nervously opened the door to leave the bathroom. My legs and pussy were freshly shaved, my waist-length black hair was down and damp, and I was still glistening with shower dew as I walked out of the bathroom in my new teddy and thong. James was waiting on the bed for me, sitting in nothing but his boxer shorts.

"I'm ready Babes," I whispered. Rising to attention, James sat up and smiled at me.

"I can see. Now turn that bathroom light off and get your sexy little pussy over here." I walked over to him, a small smile on my face as I felt encouraged. I moved to the bed to feel him grab my hips and pull me on top of him, his hard length felt under my thong. James kissed my bare tummy, pulling some of the cloth out of the way.

"You smell so wonderful...don't be nervous, you hear me?" I put a finger up to my lips and nodded, already nervous. James smiled at me and pressed his warm tongue against my tummy, leaving a small trail of his saliva near my belly button.

"I love how you taste, Xiara. You're so innocent...makes me almost feel bad that I'm about to take you for myself." I smiled.

"I don't regret it being you that take me," I whispered. James pulled a little of my teddy back, leaving only my breasts covered by it and my tummy fully exposed. He kissed there again.

"Good, because I don't want any regrets about this. I love you, Xiara." When I heard those three words, I felt a little tinge of arousal hit me. I shifted a little better in his lap and then pushed him backwards on the bed.

"I love you too, James."

James flipped me over, now having me lying on my back and him on top of me. He spread my legs wide and crawled in between them. My pussy began to throb as the wetness began to pool. I began touching James anywhere, everywhere! I needed my contact fix from him. He bent over and began to grind his hard cock onto my throbbing clit as his lips moved to my neck, planting soft kisses at the base, and eventually turning into hungry licks and little love bites. I moaned at the pleasure.

"James..." I began, "why are you making me wait? I want you in now!" James chuckled softly, not leaving my neck.

"I'm going to grind on you and I'm going to tease you until you can't take it anymore. That little virgin pussy will be tight and wet and puffy with your lust for me. And then I'll make love to that little pussy and you'll beg me for more..." I shifted uncomfortably, not satisfied. I was beginning to get frustrated already.

"James, please." James sat up.

"Please what? Don't tell me you're already about to whine about that sweet little pussy of yours now. I haven't even gotten started." With that, he brought his lips down to mine to silence any more protests I had and began to move his hands down. He cupped my barely covered breasts through the black teddy and came up from the kiss.

"Some nice juicy tits here...nice for sucking and spanking." My eyes widened.

"Spanking?" He smiled.

"Your little delicate skin would bruise up a little, but I will spank you just hard enough to give you pleasure. Pleasure just like this." He raised his hand and rained down a couple of taps on one breast. I moaned. It didn't hurt even in the least; I think I even felt pleasure from it. James smiled again with satisfaction.

"Good girl. I knew you would like it." With that, he rained a few more taps on each breast, pleasure surging through my body each time I felt it. Finally, James pulled my breasts out of the little black teddy and squeezed them together.

"Yes, some big and nice tits...I bet they even taste good too." Before I had a chance to grasp what all he said, his tongue had already been lowered to a nipple, licking and tasting my newly exposed breast. He cupped both of my breasts together and began to suck and taste on both of them, his dick growing harder and his tongue growing hungrier. His grinding became harder and his tongue sucked faster as I moaned under his attention. Never had I even heard of someone being able to so meticulously lick and suck at a woman's breast, almost able to even allow her to orgasm from the teasing alone. My moaning got louder and louder as James got more and more absorbed into his hunger. I reached down with one hand to my pulsing pussy and began to stroke my throbbing clit while pressing his head to my breast with the other. James forced himself up and moaned loudly as he pulled my hands away and pinned me down to the bed.

"Oh no you don't. I'm the pleasure giver here, not you." I moaned loudly and opened my legs even wider.

"Then give me pleasure and stop teasing me you horny bastard." James laughed at me.

"And just for that, I will make you wait longer for it." He sat all the way up and tore my teddy open in the front, pulling it off of me. I rolled my eyes as I watched the sheer piece of cloth hit the floor.

"Well wasn't that just a waste of money," I said under my breath. James glared at me.

"Shut up. You will talk when I give you permission to talk." In an instant, my arousal was gone and my anger was aggravated. I sat up furiously.

"Wait just a damn minute!"

"You heard me." I glared hard.

"You aren't giving me orders, James." He pulled his hard cock out and allowed me to see it, beginning to stroke it gently.

"Xiara, I'm warning you. Shut your mouth." I scoffed.

"Make me then." Without hesitation, James grabbed the back of my head and before I knew what was happening, I felt his hard cock in my mouth. I struggled for a little bit only to feel James's force on the back of my head.

"Suck it like the little slut you are. You will obey your master and suck his cock." I gave into his soft voice and stopped struggling, beginning to suck him off. He moaned and smiled at me.

"Good little slave. Good." He pressed my head even harder and had me suck more and more. Surprisingly, I liked it. I sucked his cock just as hungrily (if not more so) as his sucking my breasts. I moved my tongue around and tasted his hard inches, eventually feeling a little leak of pre-cum drip into my mouth. James pulled out.

"Such a good little slut." He kept my mouth open and stroked himself a little more until more pre-cum leaked out of his hard cock and into my mouth. I swallowed it eagerly.

"Mmmm..." I moaned. James looked at me with pure satisfaction.

"Look at you, Xiara, swallowing master's cum like a good little slut." With that, he shoved his cock back into my mouth, this time moving my head on him a little faster. I enjoyed every bit of it. He groaned with sheer enjoyment.

"Yeah you little slut, suck your master's cock like you like it..." And I obeyed. I sucked and sucked until I heard him begin to pant. He moved my head faster and harder over his cock, moaning as I sucked harder and harder. He was about to cum.

"Are you going to swallow Master's cum?" He said to me as he pushed my head down further on his cock. I only gave a muffled agreement since I couldn't speak. James smiled at me and then groaned once more as he pushed my head down onto his cock once again and I felt a hot warm liquid burst into the back of my mouth. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to keep up; James was going way fast. When James had finished releasing his cum into my mouth, he pulled out and held my nose.

"Swallow it bitch. Swallow Master's cum and don't waste a damn drop of it. Don't you dare throw up." I wanted badly to throw up, but I didn't disobey. I stretched my neck out and took a huge gulp, swallowing all of his cum in one big mouthful. James saw it, satisfied. He unplugged my nose and allowed me to gasp for air.

"Good job, Xiara. I didn't expect you to be such a willing obedient slut. Do you want a reward?" I smiled and nodded eagerly. James smiled. He had me now.

"From now on, you will address me as 'Master'. Do you understand me?" I nodded. He grabbed both of my cheeks and pulled me toward him.

"Let me hear you say it." My face burned a bright red as I timidly repeated,

"Yes, Master." He chuckled, pushing me back onto the bed.

"Now you're getting it. Since you were so good at obeying Master with sucking his cock, I suppose that you deserve a reward. Get on your hands and knees, slut." Without protest, I did what I was told, sitting on my hands and knees as he stood on his knees behind me. His soft hands began to feel around my butt, squeezing gently a little and rubbing my skin softly.

"Such a tight ass. The skin is all nice and smooth, ready for Master's care. Mmmm, and a tight little black cherry to pop." My heart pounded when I heard him say those words, but I remained silent. He bent over and kissed my tight little ass and pulled the lace thong down.

"Such a good slut...you want Master to pop this black cherry, don't you Xiara?" I pursed my lips together; a little scared that he would do it. James impatiently rained a hard tap down on my ass.

"OW!" I yelled. James repeated himself.

"You want master to pop this black cherry, right Xiara?" I bit my lip.

"...Not yet, Master..." He rained down another hard tap on my ass. I yelped again. 

"And why not?" he said. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"I'm scared it'll hurt, Master." I braced myself for another spank but instead felt his hands glide across my ass once more.

"Very well then. How about that little pink cherry of yours? Surely you want Master to pop that one, don't you?" I nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Master, I do." He smiled deviously and licked the burning spot on my ass where he spanked me.

"Good slut. Now turn your little ass over and open those little legs of yours for Master." And again, I didn't disobey. He pulled my lace thong off of my legs as I turned over and allowed me to open my legs wide. I was dripping with lubrication. James was very happy with what he'd done so far.

"My little sex slave. You like obeying your master, don't you?" I nodded.

"Yes." He put a finger over my mouth.

"Yes what?" I reared back a little, my face beginning to redden again.

"Yes Master." He smiled seductively. 

"Good slut." He took a leg in each hand and lowered his head down to my throbbing pussy. I tried to hold back a moan as I felt his warm breath touching my clit. James could tell that I was anticipating his teasing.

"Master is about to eat this little pussy, Xiara. Let me hear you beg for it."

"But Master..."

"Beg slut!" I moaned.

"Oh please Master, I want you to eat my pussy so bad...I can't control my lust for you Master..." James held back.

"Whose slut are you?" he asked.

"I'm your slut," I answered.

"Tell me who you belong to," he responded.

"I belong to you, Master."

"Say my name, slut."

"I'm James's slut!" 

"And you like it?"

"I love it Master." With that, he dove into my pussy, licking and teasing and eating me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned loudly. James dove in deeper from satisfaction. His tongue was so thorough, so detailed, as he licked and sucked on my clit and ate my pussy out. After a little bit of teasing, he pushed his tongue inside. I screamed. James grabbed both of my legs and pulled me onto his face, fucking me with his tongue. He pulled out, then pushed in again, and then started licking my clit again. I began to tremble.

"Master...I think I'm about to cum..." I whispered. James came up for a split second.

"Cum then you little whore." He dove back into my pussy and licked my clit harder this time. I thrashed back and began to scream loudly. His whole mouth soon covered my throbbing pussy and I felt myself reach the height of my climax and yell,

"Oh yes Master!!" I screamed once more as I felt my pussy walls tighten one more time and then relax. I lay back, panting. James had given me my first orgasm. James sat up and wiped his face as my girly lube dripped down his face.

"Such a good slut...and so tasty as well. You're definitely ready for Master's cock, aren't you?" I nodded, still catching my breath.

"Yes Master." He poised himself at my dripping pussy, getting ready to enter.

"Now I make you mine." He entered me swiftly but gently. I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. My pussy walls stretched to fit him, and it was a tight fit. James pushed in a little more slowly and hit my hymen. I bit my lip, instinctively reaching out to grab his arms as he began to push through. It hurt a little. 

"Don't worry, Xiara, I won't hurt you." And with that, he slowly broke my hymen, causing the least amount of pain that he could. I exhaled slowly. James smiled at me. Now we could enjoy our night.

James pumped inside of me slowly at first, as the pain and pleasure mix soon became uneven and all I felt was pleasure take over. He pushed himself all the way into me and then pulled out slowly. I moaned. He smiled at me with another look of satisfaction.

"Good little slut." He leaned in closer to me and began to pump inside a little bit faster. I took in every glide with a moan. He stared me in the face the entire time he was making love to me.

"I love you, Xiara," he said gently. I placed my hands on his back and sat up a little to make more contact with him.

"I love you too James!" He started going faster, and my moans came faster. The feeling was impossible to describe. I felt him go deeper and deeper inside of me and very soon, I felt lost in him. The pleasure became so overwhelming that I could hardly tell whether he was pumping in or out, as the pumps got faster and stronger. James began to moan himself as he got deeper and deeper inside me and felt the utmost pleasure from my sex. Soon making love escalated to pure fucking. He was pumping in and out and in and out so fast that I didn't even care to keep up. He felt like a part of my body. I screamed and moaned and thrashed the entire time, begging for more and screaming his name.

"James!!" I continually screamed. James merely panted as he went faster until he was ready to cum.

"Xiara!!" He shouted. I felt myself orgasm first as my pussy walls closed in on his hard cock and I felt his cum burst inside of me, seeding me. James panted as our orgasms combined, and for a few moments, we became one. Finally, there was relief.

I fell backwards onto our bed and sighed with relief. James pulled out. His cum came slowly dripping out of my pussy, leaking onto the bed. He smiled a very tired smile. He was very proud of what he'd done. He lay down next to me, turning me over on my side to spoon me.

"You're my property now, Xiara," he whispered. I moaned.

"If you say so, Master." He laughed lightly and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm glad you got the picture." I turned my head to him.

"I want more Master." He laughed at me.

"Greedy little slut, are you?" I smiled.

"Do I get spanked?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want one?" I nodded. He laughed lightly and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

"No spanking then." I pled with him with my eyes, only for him to ignore me.

"Do you still want Master's cock?" he whispered into my ear. I smiled and nodded.

"Yes Master, I do." In one swift movement, James had my leg pushed up and his cock was back inside of my already filled pussy once again. I moaned. With one hand, James held my leg up, and with the other, he began to rub my clit.

"Good little slut. Already addicted to Master's dick. Scream like the little whore you are, Xiara." I moaned loudly as I placed my own hand over his with my clit. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. James pumped in and out once again, this time from behind me. I bent a little to make the spoon more comfortable and held myself up on my arm. James kissed my shoulder as he pumped in and out of me once again.

"You want Master's cock all day and night. You can't get enough of Master's cock and you want always for Master to be inside of you. Don't you?" I moaned loudly.

"Yes!" James pulled my leg up even higher.

"Yes what?" I began to move his hand faster on my clit.

"Yes Master!" He thrust up inside me fast and hard once more.

"Cum for me, whore." I moaned loudly as he pumped faster and faster and harder inside of me and soon brought me to orgasm, squeezing my clit as my pussy walls closed on him again, but he didn't cum with me. Instead, he pulled out and lowered my leg, his cock still hard and throbbing. He bent over and whispered into my ear,

"On your hands and knees, slut." And again I obeyed. I sat on my hands and knees and felt James's cum drip from me and onto the bed, some of it running down my bare legs. James poised himself at my entrance again, and pushed inside. I moaned. I still craved his dick. James smiled at me.


Speechless with Teeth Ch. 02



The next morning I woke in bed alone, the sound of the little droplets of water running in the shower beginning to fill my ears. I sat up and looked around, wondering if the night before was just a dream. I looked down and saw the dried cum on my legs and the torn black teddy on the floor and smiled to myself. With a new confidence, I walked out of bed and over to the shower in the bathroom. James was in the shower. When he saw me come near, he opened the door to let me in.

"Good morning, Babes." I smiled wide at him.

"Good morning to you too Master." He laughed and pulled my naked body into the shower with him.

"You don't have to call me Master until we get back in bed, Xiara. Unless of course, you want to. Then by all means, go ahead." I laughed a little, walking under the water.

"I like Babes a little better." He caressed my cheek.

"I believe I do too." 

***

"James, what is this?!" I screeched happily across the apartment as I ran to him. James sat in our empty bed, reading a book when I came running out of the bathroom to show him what I found. He looked up and smiled happily at me.

'Took you long enough to find it, Xiara." He took my left hand and kissed it.

"Do you like it?" I grinned.

"Oh James, this is the most beautiful engagement ring I have ever seen!" James set his book down on our nightstand and stood up.

"That being said," he began as he got down on one knee, "Xiara, will you be my wife?" I grinned happily and held back a tear.

"James...yes! Yes I will marry you!!" James stood and kissed me deeply. Nothing could keep the tears of joy from running down my face. I was so happy.

***

"James, I'm pregnant." I whispered to him one night after we made love again. It had been three months since my birthday. I was ecstatic. James sat up in bed.

"You're what?" I sat up and turned around.

"I'm pregnant Babes!" He sat up and stared out into space for a little while, as if he didn't completely grasp what I said. Finally he lay back down and turned away.

"That's wonderful, Xiara...goodnight." My mouth dropped.

"You mean...you don't care?" James only sighed.

"Xiara, we will discuss this in the morning." I felt a sharp stab through my heart. I could tell instantly that James didn't want a baby. I pulled the blankets off of me and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I then sat in the shower and turned it on, letting the sound of the water running muffle my tears. I tried hard to rationalize James's behavior but it was to no avail. James didn't want me pregnant, and he had no problem showing it. I tried to think of ways to ease the situation.

"Okay, Xiara," I said to myself, wiping my tears, "there has to be something...he loves me, right? We're getting married...so we can handle having a baby...right? There has to be some way to convince him that I'm ready for this baby. And we'll have our own family! We'll stay together through this little bump and everything will be all right...won't it? Yes, it will be all right, and it will be wonderful. James will fall in love with our baby once the baby starts showing and he will realize that I'm ready to carry his child—I'm more than ready!"

***

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder the next morning as I woke to see James's face. He looked a little worried.

"Xiara, you didn't come back to bed last night." I yawned and smiled a little.

"I know, I just didn't want to wake you is all." I sat up on the sofa and suddenly felt a jerk in my stomach. I threw my hand over my mouth and sprinted for the bathroom, retching sounds echoing across the apartment. James followed behind me slowly towards the open bathroom door.

"Morning sickness," he mumbled under his breath. "You're pregnant all right..." I heard him but didn't bother to answer, still vomiting uncontrollably for a few more moments. When my stomach was cleared, I flushed the toilet and washed my face. James still stood in the doorway, pale as a sheet. I dried my face and turned to look at him.

"Sorry about that." He shook his head.

"Xiara, you aren't ready for a baby." I felt my heart sink. My eyes widened to plead with James as I walked over to him and pouted.

"You don't know that, James! Please, let me have this baby!!" He sighed and looked down, scratching the back of his head.

"I'll see if I can't get you a doctor's appointment on Monday." I smiled softly at him and relaxed as I watched him leave the room with his phone, going to find the phone book in the other room.

***

Monday came by fast. I sat excited in the car with James as we drove into the city. 

"Did you find a really good doctor, Babes? Does the doctor have good reviews? What about staff? Does he have good staff? Will he be delivering our baby?" James remained silent. I leaned over and nudged his shoulder with my forehead.

"I love you Babes." James shot me a horrible glare.

"Sit up in your seat, Xiara." I straightened to attention, another stab piercing through my heart. I held back a tear as I looked out of my window and stayed silent for the rest of the ride. 

"James, this isn't a doctor's office..." I said as he pulled up. It was definitely not a gynecologist's office, and the serious look on James's face told me that he knew what he was doing all along. It was an abortion clinic.

"James, I'm not doing this." I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door to get out of the car. James reached out and grabbed me, yanking me back into the car and slamming the door.

"You will do whatever the fuck I tell you to! Do you understand me?!" I drew back. James had never been this way to me before.

"I can't do this James! I can't allow you to not give me a choice here!" James grabbed both of my shoulders and pulled me close to his face, anger apparent on him.

"You made a choice when you decided to let me cum inside you without telling me that you weren't taking birth control! Now I'm making the choice to not fuck up our lives!" I snatched away.

"You're crazy! You knew that I wasn't taking birth control and it takes two to make a baby!" James shook his head and groaned with frustration.

"My God you're such a desperate whore." I bit my lip, trying hard not to cry at his words.

"James...I'm not going to kill my baby." James sighed.

"That isn't your decision, Xiara." I shook my head in disbelief and opened the door again, determined to get out. James got angry again and grabbed my arm and yanked me back into the car again, this time hitting my head against the door. He pulled my door closed and locked all the doors. I couldn't help the tears as they ran down my face finally. 

"Why, James?! Why are you doing this to me?! Why won't you let me go?!" James, now completely infuriated, grabbed both of my arms and shook me.

"Shut up, Xiara! Shut the fuck up! I'm so sick of your little crocodile tears! Shut the fuck up and stop being a selfish little slut! I am not letting you have my child right now, and you're not about to give birth to one now! You can hardly balance your own life, what kind of shit would that be if you couldn't take care of our child because of your own fucked up schedule?! I'm done being nice, Xiara! You've fucked up for the last time, and now it's time for you to fix it. Get your ass in there and don't keep the doctor waiting any longer." I pursed my lips together and wiped my eyes and nodded. I had no other choice. I couldn't go home to Louisiana pregnant and alone. I couldn't take care of a baby alone if James decided to leave me. So I allowed him to take me into the clinic and sign me in. I stayed silent as we sat in the waiting room. When the nurse called my name, I looked up, hoping that by some miracle, he would tell me that they couldn't do it. But the doctor simply smiled at me and led me into the white exam room.

"I can't watch it..." I whispered as I saw the doctor pull out a syringe. A nurse rolled in an ultrasound machine and turned it on. I covered my eyes and buried my face into James's chest and silently cried. James put his arm around me, as though his emotion was finally coming back. He watched the entire thing. The room was horribly quiet. A little while passed and he finally patted my shoulder.

"It's okay Xiara...it's all over now." I hesitantly looked up and saw the nurse rolling the machine away. I looked up at James, whose face was very hard to read.

"Xiara...we'll have another baby when we're both ready. I promise. We will have our own family in the right time...you just needed to understand that now isn't the right time. Come on, let's hurry and get home."

The car ride home was horribly silent again. I was numb inside. I felt empty and void, as if my entire body had been defaced. When we got home, I said nothing, just slowly walked up to our apartment and sat down on the sofa. James sat next to me, and tried to take my hand. I pulled away. James sighed heavily.

"Xiara, I'm sorry for how I acted toward you today in the car...I really overreacted." I stared hard at him. 

"That's it, huh. Just the car..." I got up and left the room, lying down in the floor of our bedroom. He followed me.

"Xiara. You don't have to act this way." I turned on my side.

"Act what way?" James bent over and grabbed my arm to try to pull me up.

"If it's bothering you that much, Xiara, then you can have the apartment to yourself and I can just stay somewhere else for a while." I scoffed.

"You may as well stay. I don't want to sleep in your fucking bed anyway. God forbid we actually have sex and I decide to let you cum inside of me without telling you that I'm not taking birth control." James looked at me, a tinge of hurt in his eyes.

"Xiara...I said I was sorry. What more do you want me to say?" I shrugged.

"There is nothing to say, James. This morning I was pregnant and happy to be having your child, and now I'm neither. I'm not pregnant nor will I be happy to have a child from you." 

"Xiara...you weren't ready. You know that." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Was it me or was it you that wasn't ready, James?" He said nothing. I simply got up and walked to our bed, pulling the sheets off to wash them once again.

That night I sat up in bed, apparently unable to sleep. I had no shirt on, only a sports bra. My tummy was fully exposed to the air. I looked down and placed my hand there, knowing that there was nothing inside. James, who still slept next to me, turned over in bed.

"Xiara, are you up?" I remained silent. James sat up and kissed my cheek. I coldly turned away. James sighed with pure frustration.

"Will you please just stop being mad at me and let me relax you?" I shot him a cold glare. Without any more words, James finally turned over and sighed.

"I guess I deserve your anger." 

***

The next morning, I stayed home from work. James didn't even bother to protest. Instead, he tried his best to comfort me.

"Xiara...I'm so sorry about everything that happened yesterday. I really am. Please, please, please forgive me! I can't lose you. I just can't. You've made all these sacrifices just to be with me and I'm not willing to give you up just like that, you understand me?" I only looked at him, soundless. I didn't want to answer. James sighed heavily and finally just dove into my neck, planting little kisses on my bare skin. I pulled away. 

"I'm not in the mood..." I mumbled. James threw his arms up in surrender.

"Fine then." With that, he got up and grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the door behind him.

I stayed. I stayed with James, despite the fact that my instincts were telling me to run for my life. When I talked to my parents the next phone call, I purposely neglected to tell them what had happened. I figured that the best thing to do would be to try to work things out with James. I knew that I was ready to be his wife. I was ready to submit to him; hell, I already had. But I knew in my heart that I was longing to be his wife, to wear his ring, to carry his last name, and eventually carry his child. The longer I stayed, the more he made me warm up to him. And it only took a fortnight to get me back into his arms again. 

***

"So when does this IUD thing take effect?" James whispered to me one night in bed. I smiled softly at him.

"It already has taken effect." James gave me a devious look, moving over me.

"Are you comfortable with this?" I nodded.

"I am." He bent over and kissed my bosom, lowering the straps on my bright pink nightgown. 

"So you're ready to be my little slut again?" I nodded. He smiled.

"Good."

I hadn't worn panties that night. It made James even more hot and bothered that I was ready for his use without obstacle. He pushed the bottom of the gown upward and then pulled the top of it downward. My breasts and my pussy were exposed, my little pink nightgown nothing but a scrunched piece of cloth in between. My pussy was already wet and throbbing for him; I had waited and anticipated so long for his touch. James placed one thumb on each nipple and licked his lips.

"We're going to try something different tonight, Xiara. Are you up for it?" I nodded eagerly. I sat up obediently as he silently motioned toward his bulging boxers. I pulled his cock out and began to stroke silently. James ran his fingers through my hair. 

"Suck it my little slut." I obediently pushed his cock into my mouth, sliding down slowly. Damn I loved sucking him. It was one of the things I missed while I was mad at him. I wasn't sure why, but there was something about having him in my mouth that was just so...

My thought process soon came to a screeching halt as I felt a jerk in the back of my head force me all the way down on him. I gagged and thrashed back a little, only to be held in place by my hair. James looked down at me.

"Tisk tisk little slut. I thought you would have picked up how to deep throat Master's cock by now." I didn't respond, shifting my mouth a little to accommodate the extra length. After a few seconds of trying, I was able to fit all of him into my mouth, all the way down to the hilt. James was pleased. 

"Good girl. Still such a fast learner I see." He began to move my head back and forth on his cock. I reached up and began to massage his tight balls, watching as he tried to hold back a moan under the new attention.

"Sly girl!" he whispered. He moved me faster on his cock, deep throating and fucking my face for minutes while I gently kneaded his tight balls under my soft fingers. I felt him begin to throb. He was ready to cum. Routinely, I sucked a little harder and kneaded a little faster until I felt his sudden yank of my hair. I opened my mouth and held out my tongue; I was used to his cum by now, and had become addicted to swallowing it. Instead of being fed like I expected, James let go of my head and took my hands and cuffed them to the headboard. 

"Master, what are you—"

"Shut up. Did I ask you to speak, slave?" I shook my head no. James shoved a finger into my ass and pushed me upward. I moaned loudly. My black cherry was yet to be popped.

"You speak when I give you permission, slut. Do you understand me?" I nodded. James chuckled, pulling his finger out of my ass and taking a sniff.

"I can't wait to pop this black cherry of yours. But not tonight, no. We save the black one for a special night." I smiled, halfway with seduction and halfway with relief. I wasn't ready for it yet either. James looked at me, examining my body hard with his cold green eyes. I was all his, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And he loved this control. He crawled upward, his cock only centimeters from touching my mouth. I held out my tongue. I was beginning to get desperate for his cum. James laughed at me, pulling away some.

"Greedy little bitch." He grabbed my exposed tits, gently moving his fingers over my stone hard nipples. I moaned lightly. I wanted more. I wanted his tongue. But instead of bending over to suck on my nipples like I expected, James instead spread my breasts apart, placing his cock in between them before squeezing them back over it. I moaned. I knew already that I was about to be fed. James smiled at me.

"Even Master loves to satisfy his greedy bitch. Now beg for this cock like the slut you are." I moaned but didn't respond. James smacked one breast, just hard enough to hurt but still give me pleasure from it. I yelped.

"Beg for my cock, slut! That isn't an option." I exhaled slowly.

"Please, Master, may I have permission to enjoy your cock and be fed your cum?" James didn't bother to hesitate. He thrust his cock in between my breasts as I held my tongue out for him. I could only catch the tip of his head in between but it was so good. He thrust in between my breasts over and over and over and I licked his head every single time I could, tasting his pre-cum as it leaked onto my tongue. He chuckled, looking down at my vulnerable face.

"You're eager to be fed tonight bitch. Did you miss Master's cock?" I nodded my head and moaned in agreement. James reared his head back and began to thrust faster. I stuck my tongue out longer, hoping to catch his hot cum into my mouth.

"Oh God..." he moaned "Shit!!" Before I could catch up in my mind, there was hot white cum everywhere. Some I caught into my mouth, some spurted on my face, and a lot of it remained dripping in between my breasts. James pulled off and then rubbed the cum off of my face.

"Good girl." I licked the cum off of his fingers as he fed it to me, moaning as it slid down my throat. James smiled deviously at me and then got out of the bed, leaving me cuffed to the headboard. My heart began to pound. Was he going to leave me there? He came back a couple of minutes later with a blue glass bulb-like item and a bottle of lubrication. I wondered what he was going to do with it. He sat on the bed and spread the lubrication on the bulb, not saying a word to me as he did it. I wanted to ask him what he was doing but I didn't dare incite his punishment. James turned around to me after a minute or two, the bulb shining with lubrication.

"Open up, Xiara." Obediently and without speaking, I opened up my legs to him. He took the bulb and pushed it slowly into my ass, sparking a surprised reaction from me. It was so tight! I didn't know whether it was more painful or pleasurable. I shut my eyes tightly for a bit until James had slid it all the way in. When I opened my eyes, James was staring right into my face.

"A tight fit," he mumbled. I smiled at him.

"It doesn't hurt Master, it just surprised me." James chuckled.

"What won't you take to please me?" I didn't answer. James laughed.

"Good answer." With that, he got up once again, leaving me in the bed cuffed. When he came back, I saw a clear pink dildo in his hand. He looked over me with sick pleasure.

"I'm going to fuck you with this tonight, Xiara. And you will like it." 

Before I had much of a chance to protest, James had shoved the pink dildo into my throbbing pussy. I arched backwards and shrieked in surprise. James pulled out quickly.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I shook my head. James smiled.

"Good." And he pushed the little pink dildo in my pussy again. This time it didn't take me by surprise. It felt wonderful.

I lay relaxed in my handcuffs, moaning lightly as James fucked me softly with the dildo. I opened my legs a little wider, allowing for deeper penetration. James was pleased in my satisfaction.

"You're my spoiled little slut, Xiara. You know that? You get so much pleasure while Master does all the work. How do you like that?" I moaned lightly, barely speaking,

"I love it, Master..." He bent over and gave my clit a nice lick. I jumped backwards from this added attention.

"I'm about to make you cum, slut. You want to cum?" I nodded.

"Yes Master I want to cum!" At my answer, James plunged the dildo into me and buried his face into my pussy, licking and eating out my clit while he fucked me with the dildo now fast and hard. I moaned loudly. James was right; I could already feel my orgasm creeping up on me. I lifted myself a little with the handcuffs, somewhat frustrated that I couldn't press James's tongue into my pussy. I looked down at him, trying to hold back a scream.




Speechless with Teeth Ch. 03



The next morning I woke alone, the handcuffs still hanging off of the headboard. I sat up. James was nowhere to be found. I got out of bed, not minding that I was still naked, and walked around the apartment. James was standing in the kitchen, fully dressed and casually drinking a cup of coffee while he leaned on the counter. When he saw me walk in, he wasn't impressed. The expression in his eyes didn't even attempt to change. My heart began to sink when I noticed. But I still smiled at him and walked over to kiss him good morning. It was just a dry peck. James took a few seconds before saying a word.

"Good morning Xiara." I smiled wide.

"Good morning, Babes." James put his cup down and pulled me into his warm embrace. My heart settled. I breathed in his scent with the utmost comfort and love I could remember. Why I fell in love with him was still somewhat of a mystery to me, but I was glad to be in his embrace.

James didn't say a word, but instead he lowered his lips down to my neck and started placing tiny little kisses there. I moaned lightly.

"This early in the morning, Babes?" I whispered. James chuckled a bit.

"What, are you trying to say I can only have you when the sun goes down?" I shook my head.

"Not at all." James reached down and pulled me up, my legs straddling his waist.

"I didn't have you like I wanted last night, and I'm about to fix that right now." Not giving me a chance to respond, James pressed his lips onto mine and smacked my bare ass. I moaned into the kiss. He pulled me tighter against his waist and led me over to the sofa, not even bothering to take a few more steps into our bedroom. He didn't bother to take his clothes off, only unbuttoned his pants. His hard length flung from under his zipper. My eyes widened. I didn't think he could get so erect so fast. James was always amazing me in sex. 

Before he penetrated my very ready pussy, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a metallic purple package. My eyes widened. It was a condom. I sat up on the sofa and slid backwards. I didn't want James with a condom. I wanted him bare. James saw my reaction and rolled his eyes.

"Xiara." I shook my head.

"No, James. No condoms!" He glared hard at me.

"Why?" I sat all the way up.

"Because I don't want you covered. I want you bare." James simply shook his head and ignored me, continuing as he pulled the rolled latex out of the package and sheathed himself with it. I didn't bother to argue, only got up off the sofa and began to walk away. I wasn't going to compromise on this one. I had compromised on far too much by then. And I was determined to stand my ground.

Only a few steps into my bedroom, I felt myself being grabbed and yanked backwards. I screamed. James slapped his hand over my mouth and pulled me hard against him.

"Damn it all Xiara, you got me hot and bothered now YOU will fix it!" I struggled and struggled only to be overpowered and forced onto the bed. James didn't waste any time forcing my legs apart and shoving himself into me. I thrashed and tried to scream. James pushed me hard on the bed as he continued with his invasion, pounding me from behind. I tried hard to fight even though I knew that I was being easily overpowered. My mind was in a state of shock, and my body was in pain, having not been given enough time to adjust to the rough sex. And it was then that I realized that I wasn't having sex. I was being raped.

James stayed rather quiet while he invaded me. He moaned a little bit and pounded harder and harder as he came close to orgasm. When he felt himself ready to cum, I felt him growing thicker and larger inside me as he pounded faster and harder inside of me. He began to pant and groan more roughly than usual as he lowered his chest to my back and thrust hard inside of me once more and then came. 

I was still in shock. I had just been raped. What made it so horrifying was the fact that it happened from James, the man I trusted to protect me. I lay limp on the bed as it was far too late to push and fight back. I could feel the small droplets of blood drip from my pussy, and the pain accompanied it as well. James soon removed his hand from my face and pulled out. His cock was still sheathed by the condom and there was plenty of white cum in the tip of it. I bit my lip and cried silently, not bothering to move from my spot. James bent over to kiss my cheek and walked away from me, pulling the condom off and throwing it away. The entire apartment was dead silent. 

It was at that very moment that I realized that I was transforming into a monster.

I sat in the shower for at least an hour. James had gone away to drill and I was left alone in the apartment. I ran the shower water as hot as I could, trying my best to cleanse myself of whatever trace of horror was left on me. But, even though I knew it was sick, I craved him more. James had become my drug. I wanted more. And I didn't know why I did nor what was doing it to me. I was just addicted. 

There wasn't a speck of dirt to be found when James came home that evening. I cleaned every single nook and cranny I could find. I did it for him. I did it so that I wouldn't have to face that horror – those horrifying hands – again. And James didn't bother to apologize when he came home to me that night. But he knew it was still fresh in my mind, because I slept on the sofa that night, praying that the man I loved wouldn't turn back into a monster when the night came.



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 04



The horror soon faded. James and I stayed together peacefully, but I was changed after that day. My entire outlook had changed. I knew what I had gotten myself into, yet I wasn't about to leave it. The more I got of James, the more I wanted. And he gave me just that, more. But my addiction wasn't satisfied. My hunger was so sick and twisted that I did anything just to get James into me. We began having sex everywhere -- in the kitchen, in the car, in public bathrooms, and even just right in public. I wanted him and he controlled me.

***

Some months had passed. I lay naked in bed that early Saturday morning, fully intending to sleep in as I had not been scheduled to work. Obviously, James had other plans. As the sun began to rise that weekend morning, I felt his warmth move from behind me and hover over my exposed side. Just barely gaining awareness, I shifted my head on the pillow as I felt those thin, rough lips move over my cheek and back down across to my earlobe. I could hear his breathing as he opened his mouth and began to lick my earlobes, moving his curious hand down my body and lodging it in between my enclosed legs. Taking a break from his teasing at my ear, he squeezed my thigh and whispered in my ear.

"Good morning, Babes. Are you ready to please your master again?"

Barely even awake, I turned my head and grumbled, unhappy that my day of sleeping in had been disturbed. Instantly angered, James forced my thighs apart and threw me on my stomach, taking no time at all to grab hold of my hair and pin me down as he shoved his hard dick into my dry slit. Suddenly awake, my eyes flew open and I couldn't hold back the scream that followed. Bottoming out inside of me, my master slowly pulled himself out and, using my hair as a rein, pulled my face up towards him. Almost pleased to see the tears of pain forming in the corners of my eyes, he gave me a sadistic smile and bent down to give me a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Satisfied that I was awake, he let go of my hair and threw me back face down to the pillow.

"Now I will ask that question again," he said, reaching down to touch himself. "Are you ready to please your master again, you little slut?" Hoping not to incite his anger again, I nodded obediently and sat up in the bed as he laid down, signaling for me to take his cock into my mouth.

"You know what to do by now, Xiara. Get to it." And know I did. Without question, I sat on my knees and bent down to take his dick into my mouth, pushing my hair back behind my ear as I routinely pushed his dick toward the back of my mouth, moving my tongue over his head as I went down. He moaned lightly. Slowly, I pulled myself back up, trying hard to control the drool that was leaking from the sides of my mouth. Impatient once again, James took hold of my hair and shoved me back down all the way on him, increasing his force when I coughed.

"Take it, slut!" he commanded, "Swallow your master's dick!" Trying hard to control the cough, I wriggled myself onto the base of his dick, taking in as much as my body would allow. My eyes began to water as my air supply got shorter and shorter. Just as I felt as if I was going to pass out, James snatched me off his dick and threw me to the side. Panting heavily, I quickly caught my breath as I noticed that he was moving to get on top of me.

"Open your legs, slut."

Obediently, I then lay on my back and open my legs to him. I couldn't believe it, but I was aroused by the roughness that James gave me. I wanted more. I wanted his dick. I wanted his seed. I needed him inside of me. By then, wetness was nearly pouring out of my swollen pussy, ready to be teased and tortured by my one and only master. I was owned, and I loved it. I loved every single minute of it.

Leaning over to prop himself at my entrance, James took his head and swirled his wet tip around my clit, making the throbbing all the more torturous for me as I cried out in need. Happy at my greed, he smiled at me and pulled away.

"You know what I want, my little slave. Beg for it!" Exhaling out a cry of lust, I gritted my teeth together and moaned,

"Please Master, may I have permission to enjoy your dick? I need you, Master...Please!" Not satisfied with my begging, he opened me up wider and bent down to my very ready pussy.

"You want my dick, Xiara?" he asked.

"Yes Master," I answered. Giving a low growl, James took two fingers and shoved them roughly inside of me, hitting my cervix and pressing roughly into my g-spot at the same time. I screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Beg like you mean it!" he yelled to me. Barely hearing what he was saying, I tried hard to wriggle away from his hand. Even more irritated, he took his free hand and twisted a nipple hard as he thrust his fingers back into my body. I screamed out, this time feeling more pain than pleasure.

"Beg for it now, slut!" he yelled. Feeling the tears well up in my eyes, I resisted the urge to push him away from me and cried out to him.

"Please, Master! Please give me permission to enjoy your dick! I want your cum, Master. May I have your permission to receive it?" Satisfied with my begging, he took ahold of both of my thighs and thrust himself inside of me, instantly bottoming out inside of me.

I didn't know whether to feel pleasure or pain. It was all too much. I screamed, reaching my arms up to grasp ahold of him while he plunged continually inside of me.

"Master!" I screamed.

Leaning over, he placed a hand under my jaw, forcing my head in place as he pressed his lips hard against mine and shoved his tongue into my mouth while he penetrated my still throbbing pussy. Without warning, he pushed himself all the way inside, holding down for a few seconds, then yanked me off of him.

"On your hands and knees, slut," he commanded. I obeyed. Positioning himself behind me, James lifted his cock to my dripping pussy and slowly slid in, using both of his hands to spread my ass open. I moaned. I loved doggy style. I could feel him the most this way.

"My beautiful little slut," he moaned, beginning to set a slow but steady pace. "Keep this up, and you'll make me cum inside this sweet little pussy. I can tell you've been faithful to your master; you still fit me well, whore. But I think I want a tighter fit." Having said that, James pulled out and then pushed me down to the bed, lying me flat on my stomach as he spread my ass wide and slowly began to push inside my black cherry. I bit into the pillow, hard. It was the worst pain I had ever felt.

"Fuck," he moaned. "So good Babes..." Obviously, he was enjoying it. But my pain was getting worse as he went in deeper. I held my breath as he pushed himself all the way inside, then slowly began to pull out.

"You like that, slut?" he whispered. Trying hard to figure out whether to tell the truth that I was in pain or lie to keep him happy, I remained silent. Impatient, my master raised his hand and rained down a hard slap on my already stinging ass. I yelped, finally letting the tears roll down my cheeks.

"Answer me!" he demanded. "Did you enjoy your Master's dick popping your black cherry, slut?" Sniffling, I shook my head without a word. Surprisingly, James wasn't mad. Instead, he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, licking the tear from my cheek.

"Well then we'll just have to stretch that cute little ass of yours some more then, won't we? Back on your hands and knees, slut!" Soundlessly, I obeyed again. He positioned himself at my entrance once more, pushing himself inside as he grabbed my hips and pulled me against him.

"I'm going to cum inside of you today, Xiara," he whispered. "Can you cum for me, slut?" Coming down off of my pain, I moaned lowly as I felt his cock thrusting inside of me, pulsing hard against my wet walls. Trying hard to expedite the process, James reached down, taking a finger and beginning to rub my clit. I moaned out some more. His rubbing gradually got faster and harder as his thrusting got harder and rougher. I moaned loudly as I finally began to feel my orgasm well up inside of me.

"Master..." I whispered, "I think I'm about to cum!" taking my cue, James moved into high gear, thrusting inside of me as fast and hard as he could and my orgasm came over me hard as my pussy walls clamped against his dick while I screamed out with all of the breath I had left. James lowered down to me and bottomed out one last time inside of me and let out a low groan of his own, bursting hot cum inside of my still throbbing pussy.

"Shit...Xiara!!"

We collapsed onto the bed, falling limp into the aftershock. James caressed me with his one hand while his soft cock leaked out its last little droplets of cum into the bed.

"Hm. I don't think I like that IUD you have in you. You don't get as wet as you used to. Besides, I think you'd be fine if you were to get pregnant anyway. What do you think?"

Brushing him off, I gave him a smile, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around me.

"We can worry about all of that after the wedding. Besides, I paid far too much to have this thing put in just to have it taken out this soon! I have plenty of time to worry about getting pregnant, James."

Seemingly disappointed, he let off a heavy sigh, giving me a kiss on my cheekbone.

"One of these days, my seed will take root inside of you. Mark my words, Xiara." With that, he got up and walked to the shower, leaving me in the bed to sleep alone.

***

"It's been a year since you proposed, James. When are we going to get married?"

James glared up at me. He had been sitting peacefully reading a book when the subject matter happened to cross my mind. I had by then gotten antsy. I was ready to get married, and I was tired of waiting. Wedding plans hadn't even started, and that worried me. But I was determined to be persistent with him. Else I would have to plan a wedding on my own.

"Xiara...not this again!"

I pleaded with him with my eyes. He was about tired of my asking about our wedding.

"Yes James, this again! I'm ready to be your wife...doesn't that make you happy even a little?"

James closed the book and set it on the end table near the lounge chair.

"Xiara. Stop playing this game with me. I will call the wedding planner when I am ready, understand me?"

I bit my tongue and tried not to glare. Averting my eyes to the floor, I nodded obediently without a sound.

James jerked my head up and forced a kiss on my lips.

"Good girl."

***

That night I slept naked. James was very peeved with my asking about the wedding, as if he didn't want to even fathom being my husband. It irritated him so much that he left me alone in the apartment to entertain myself with my own devices. So for that, I slept naked, ready for him to take me whenever he pleased. I wanted him to stop being angry with me as soon as possible. I waited and waited in bed that night, only for James to not show up. I eventually got bored with waiting and fell asleep upright on our headboard, still naked under the comforter. A few hours later, the front door knob jiggled a bit before giving way to allow the door to open. I instantly jumped up and looked at the clock. It was past 4 a.m.

James walked slowly to our bedroom, opening the door quietly as if he didn't intend to wake me. When he saw me sitting up and awake and waiting on him, he instantly got angry.

"Xiara, what the hell are you doing up this late?"

I kept myself calm, as I smelled the wine on his breath. He was drunk.

"I—I wanted to surprise you when you got home..."

James rolled his eyes at me, blatantly irritated.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

I looked down again, ashamed of whatever I had done to anger him further.

"I'm...sorry."

It felt like the millionth time I had apologized in the year we had been together.

James rolled his eyes again at me.

"Get your fat ass into some clothes and get out of my bed."

Without protest I got out of bed and began to walk to the closet. Before I could reach the knob, James grabbed my neck and yanked me in close against him. The smell of alcohol was uncomfortably overpowering.

"Where's the bastard you've been sleeping with, Xiara?"

I grabbed his arm, trying hard to breathe as he held me up by my neck. I couldn't answer to plead my innocence.

James threw me against the wall.

"Since you have so much trouble answering, stay the hell out of my bed."

In utter humiliation, I grabbed the first robe I saw and made my way quickly out of the room.

I sat very quietly on the sofa, trying, and ultimately failing, to convince myself not to cry. James got angry whenever I would cry. Without another sound, I laid down on the sofa. I didn't make a sound. I bit my lip hard to prevent any sound from coming out. Not bothering to retrieve any blankets or sheets, I silently cried myself back to sleep.

***

The next morning came and went slowly. I couldn't focus on work, nor could I focus on anything at home. James was the only thing on my mind. I started to wonder how James would marvel at his power had he known that I couldn't think of anything but him. This continued all day until I got home.

When I did get home, I saw James sitting on the sofa. He was staring at the blank television, not even bothering to move out of his spot when he heard me come inside. I didn't intend to bother him, only stay out of his way. I didn't want to invoke his anger again. Finally when I started to pass the sofa, James turned his head to look at me.

"You didn't kiss me good evening, Xiara."

I froze.

"I'm sorry, Babes..." Turning on one heel, I walked back over to the sofa and gave him his evening kiss, a peck on the lips.

James grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap.

"Don't be so stingy with me Babes. I love you."

My heart jumped all over again at his words. Suddenly, my tenseness eased and I smiled warmly at him, leaning in for another kiss.

"I love you too, James."

He pulled me in closely, his lips meeting with mine. We leaned into each other, feeling our heat begin to blaze. We wanted each other, and James was ready. I felt him getting harder underneath me as I shifted to better accommodate my weight. James pulled away.

"Xiara, I want you right now. "

I raised my eyebrows.

"Right here?"

James simply laughed at me.

"We've done it in worse places before, haven't we?"

Before I could really grasp what was going on, James had me lying on my back and was unbuttoning my blouse. I didn't protest or move out from under him, but instead I just went with it, slowly moving my hands under his shirt. He smiled at me.

"You've missed your master, haven't you?" He said.

I smiled wide and nodded, almost unable to put words to it. I truly did miss being in his controlling arms.

He got my blouse totally unbuttoned and revealed me to the air, pushing the piece of cloth out of his way and off of my shoulders. He looked down at me with a pleased look on his face.

"Xiara," he began, "Your breasts have gotten bigger and thicker over the months. Why do you think that is?"

I smiled and shrugged.

"Perhaps they are blooming under all the attention they get."

James laughed.

"Perhaps...or maybe that's your body telling you that it's ready to carry a child."

My face went into stone. The horrible memories of my abortion soon came flooding back into the front of my mind, playing over and over and over again as I heard him speak of a baby. My heart began to race. Suddenly, I was no longer in the mood. I got off of the sofa and stood in the middle of the floor, soundless. I couldn't find it in me to try to touch him anymore after remembering that dreadful day.

James, apparently worried, got up and stood behind me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulder and kissed my cheek, as if to comfort me in some sick way.

"Xiara. I just....I'm so sorry..." He trailed off.

I looked down and shook my head.

"James, I can't think about getting pregnant right now...I don't want anything to mess us up right now, and I don't want to get pregnant right now. I want to marry you before we have a child."

James simply sighed heavily.

"I already know what you're thinking of, Xiara. And I want you to know that I still feel horribly about that day. I shouldn't have made you abort our child against your will. I should have tried harder, understood more..."

I shushed him.

"James. I'm not talking about this today. We've talked about it enough times in the past few months. I just...I can't think about it right now. When it's time for me to have a child, I will know. The very thought of being pregnant won't make me upset, and my body won't instinctively push away when we talk about trying to have one. It will just take a little more time, James. Is that all right?"

James said nothing back, resting his chin on my shoulder. He turned his head and kissed my cheek, letting me out of his embrace, and then walked away into our room.

-

A week or so passed. James and I no longer talked of pregnancies and babies, nor even really tried to make love. It was painful for the both of us, and it seemed as though the guilt was too much to bear. But I was soon to find out that my guilt wasn't over the same thing as his guilt had been building over.

After that week, I found myself sitting on the sofa, watching television as usual. James was sitting around the apartment not doing much of anything. A few seconds later, he walked in with me, turning off the television as he sat next to me. I was slightly peeved but didn't protest as I looked over at him and waited for him to speak.

"Xiara," he started, "I have something I need to tell you."

My heart began to pound. I didn't respond for fear of expediting any bad news.

James continued.

"I've already called the wedding planner."

My eyes went wide as a grin involuntarily spread across my face. I squealed loudly and knocked James over onto the cushions, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Oh James! I'm so happy! I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am right now!!"

James chuckled a little, as though he was nervous. He slowly sat up and pushed me off, trying to help me contain my excitement.

"Xiara, you didn't let me finish."

My heart seemed to settle, but still pounded louder and faster than before.

James began to speak again.

"I called the wedding planner for me...not for us."

My heart very quickly sank to the bottom of my stomach. I couldn't believe what I was hearing as the burning tears began to flood my eyes. I didn't want to believe what I was about to hear.

"I'm not marrying you, Xiara," James whispered, "There is someone else. To be honest, there has been someone else. And she's going to be my wife, not you."

The tears began to pour down my face as I tried hard not to break into a sob. I couldn't comprehend any reason why. Why was he leaving? Who was this other woman? How long had it been happening? What else was he not telling me?

James looked down and sighed.

"Xiara, please don't start crying."

I bit my lip, unable to respond. I got up and walked away, crying silently to myself. James followed me. I wanted to ask so many questions, demand reasons and answers, be angry, yell, and scream...anything. But the longer I let the words sink into my mind, the fewer words I could find to speak.

I soon felt a shock on my arms. James was trying to comfort me. No longer wanting his touch, I snatched away. Finally I could find the words to fight back.

"Why, James, why?! You mean to tell me that I've wasted over a year of my life here living with you and thinking that you loved me? Who is she?! Why her over me?! How long has this been going on?!"

James said nothing, only stared into my face.

In sheer anger, I grabbed his shirt and thrust him against the wall with all my strength, partially amazed that I was able to do it.




Speechless with Teeth Ch. 05



The days that soon passed in my loneliness seemed unbearable as I reflected over the one year I had been with James. He tortured me, he pleased me, he sexed me, and he despised me, seemingly all at once. There was never just one satisfying feeling from him or for him. He always had to feel more. And it had rubbed off on me. 

I was in an inhuman withdrawal. The lonely days had nothing on the bitter nights. I suffered as I found myself unable to control my beast-like lust for him. My master was gone. I had been pushed over the edge.

In my days of reflection came sick and twisted thoughts of what I could, would, do to exact my revenge. I wanted it badly. I wanted James and his wife to feel the pain that I was enduring. The emotional withdrawal and uncontrollable lust I could not satisfy. However sick it was, I wanted it. I wanted it badly. I wanted to see him, them, squirm. I wanted to make him, them, suffer. I wanted to punish them. The thoughts alone seemed to satisfy, even please, me. Heaven could only guess the pleasure I would get from executing it.

Every night, nightmares haunted me. I wanted more. James had become my drug. The sex toys left behind did me no good; they only frustrated me. I wanted my master back.

--

"Suck it like the slut I know you are," whispered that familiar voice.

I looked up with a devious smile. It was my master; he'd come back to me!

He unbuttoned his pants and his hard length flung out from the zipper, as if it had been dying for air all this time. I looked down hungrily and instinctively knelt. I wanted to taste him again, I wanted to feel the pulsing as he slid his hard cock into my mouth.

I looked up at my master, soundless, as though I was waiting for permission. His familiar impatience reared its head again as he took hold of the back of my head and shoved his cock deep inside my mouth, pushing it all the way down to the base.

I didn't flinch this time. My lust was too great.

"Dear lord, there she is! My beautiful little slut...you missed Master's cock, haven't you slut?"

I could only moan in agreement as I sucked on him, only happy that I was able to taste him once again. I could hear him mumble as he forced my head up and down the length of his cock.

"I'm going to take you as mine again tonight, you little whore. No other man can have you. You're mine alone!"

I felt myself smile, almost laugh. I didn't want to be taken by some other man. I wanted my James, my Master, my everything.

Holding back his come, he grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled me forcefully off of his cock. I smiled. This was the roughness I missed. The roughness I craved. He pushed me down on the floor. He dropped his pants to his knees and kneeled over me, yanking my bothersome jeans and white lace panties off.

"Why the hell didn't you wear a skirt, slut?!" he said in frustration.

I moaned in my heat, barely comprehending the question.

"I'm so sorry, Master. I will never do it again," I whispered.

He threw my inconvenient clothes out of the way and then shoved himself inside of me, not bothering to take time for any kind of foreplay. 

I couldn't hold back the loud moan that followed. I was already wet and ready for him. 

How much I missed the pain. How much I missed having him inside of me!

He didn't talk to me, but I could feel his words with every single thrust as he pounded in and out of me.

He wanted more; I wanted more! We were feeding off each other as if we were two beasts in an inhuman heat.

This was nothing compared to "love-making". This was pure fucking. This was the kind of sex I craved and the more he gave, the more I begged for.

Suddenly, he rolled me over and raised my hips. Without any prompt, he shoved his cock fully up my ass. The room was soon filled by the sound of my loud screech that followed.

The pain! I needed it. I wanted it. I lived for it.

We rocked violently back and forth. I clamped my ass against his cock.

As I felt his come erupt inside me, I shuddered with an orgasm of my own. Shock waves surged through me, one after another.

--

I gasped, sitting up in my bed.

Looking around, I found myself in the same empty room, the same empty bed, I had fallen asleep in.

It was only another dream. But this dream felt so real, so tangible.

I couldn't understand why my mind was torturing me this way, giving me these thoughts of revenge during the day and burning me with my lusts at night.

How was this possible? Why did I want this man so much? How could a first love have turned into something so animalistic and uncontrollably twisted?

I didn't know then. All I knew was that I wanted my revenge. 

I wanted the widespread suffering to begin.

My transformation into a monster was nearly complete.



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 06



I followed him. I don't know how I managed to do it, but I did. Every single move that James made, I shadowed. I saw her. I saw this woman that was so much better than me. She looked so damn frail. For some reason, I couldn't seem to be able to process why James would choose this painted little stick figure of a woman over me. When I looked her over, I was amazed. She was nothing like me; she was loud and outgoing and talkative, and somewhat overpowering. But I saw the way he looked at her. He had this unforgettable gleam in his eyes whenever she spoke to him or held his hand, and the awe in his face when he touched her bulging tummy was haunting.

'It was supposed to be me...' I knew I had thought it a million times. It wasn't fair. I had always loved this man, even through all the hell he put me through. It made me angrier. I wanted more answers. I wanted to choke that woman. I wanted to fight, scream, yell...anything. But more than anything, I wanted that baby. It would cause them both so much suffering. I would feed off of the agony and negative energy they would produce. But it wasn't so. I wanted something I couldn't have. So, finally having enough of spying, I turned away and left.

Late that night, I stood looking at myself in the full-length mirror, naked. I stared at myself disgusted as I compared myself to her. I was now five foot two, not much different than before James and I met. My skin color had fluctuated over the time, though it was still apparent that I had a mixed heritage. My dark black hair now fell down to my waist as I left it to grow over the years. I had gained weight, once 140 pounds, now up to 160. My breasts had ballooned from a 36C to a 40D. She and I had no comparison; she was much prettier. She had pale skin, shoulder-length blond hair, a tall yet thin frame, and this beaming smile that seemed to radiate the room when she flashed it. Her image seemed to be burned into my mind as I looked at myself. Finally, done with my mental torture, I decided to take it to a physical level. I walked over to my refrigerator and pulled out a black trash bag, fiercely throwing away all of the food I could get my hands on. I didn't want it anymore. It took two big trash bags and a small one to finish, but when I was done, I smiled, seemingly satisfied. The only things left to be found were bread, water, and milk. I almost happily dragged the trash bags out to the industrial garbage can and threw them in. This was it. My self-mutilation process had begun.

My weight quickly and agonizingly burned away. Every time I felt like eating, I looked at myself in the mirror and mentally cursed myself. 'How dare you crave food, you fat little whore!' my mind continually screamed through time. Within a matter of weeks, I was down to 110 pounds. The more I looked at my thinning figure, the more I enjoyed it. As my weight slowly withered away, my strength did also. But I didn't care. I deserved it, so I thought. I couldn't even begin to count all of the times James had called me fat and lazy over the time we had been together. Now that I was neither, the irony laid in the fact that he wasn't able to see it. Yet.

I became shamefully innovative during this time when I was thinking of ways to null the pain. I had seen and heard so many stories about how women dealt with pain in such sick, destructive ways. But those stories were lost on me now as I was consumed in my obsession and emotional destruction. I wanted my fix. I wanted to get rid of the thoughts of him as they burned fresh in my mind. I wanted to get rid of the emotion that nearly overwhelmed me every single time I saw him with her. One night, through a fit of starvation and lust craze, I ran to the cupboards, aimlessly opening and slamming the wooden doors. The last door I opened was the medicine cabinet. I stopped in my tracks. There they were; pills - so many, many pills. I threw all the bottles down onto the floor, hoping to find something to fix my craze. Before I knew it, I had a colorful variation of painkillers in my hands. One by one, I shoved two, three, and four....six pills into my mouth. I swallowed them dry, quickly going to the sink to follow it with water. Minutes passed. I was numb, inside to out. I couldn't feel any emotion, nor pain. I couldn't feel the brunt of the lust that I was once in. This feeling of complete nothingness was addictive. I had to do it again and again and again. This high was all I wanted.

Another few days passed. My high dragged on from day to day to day. How I managed to stay working and stay alive was puzzling. I faintly remembered the days that passed by at work where I would continually feign a little smile for my superiors and the smiling customers. But the minute my numb high wore off and I was able to get my hands on more pills, I was off again, diving into the depths of numbness as my painkillers took my pain away for shorter moments each time. Then I needed something more. I needed the pain to go away for good.

The side effects of my pill addiction were, in no way, pretty. All of the drugs in combination with my mostly empty stomach and thinning figure created unpleasant conditions for me. No matter how much water I could drink or how much bread and crackers I would eat, the vomiting and acid belches were debilitating at the least. There were some days where my numbness was so widespread that I was too weak to even get out of the bed to vomit. All I was able to do was lean over the bed and throw up in the small trash can near the bed, filling it with fluids almost every time. Yet, no matter how many times I would find myself in these horrible situations, I silently refused to stop. Not only had obsession taken over my body, but also addiction now did as well. 

One morning, on a day off from work, I sat in the middle of the floor. My body had become resistant to the painkillers as I took them day after day. It's a wonder how I never overdosed. I sat in the floor with my empty glass that was once filled with water. I squeezed the glass hard, the pain beginning to consume me once more as my painkillers ceased to take effect. I groaned loudly in frustration, wishing that I could forget. Forget all of the pain and memories that had me here in the first place. But I couldn't. I felt the glass begin to crack under my pressure, but I continued. The haunting memories continually terrified my mind. Before I knew it, the glass broke. A sharp pain shot through my fingertips as blood spurted from my newly inflicted wounds. I screeched at the top of my lungs for a split second, the pain shocking me. My first instinct was to rush to the sink and attempt to control the bleeding, but intrigue stopped my instinct. I looked down as the shattered glass continued to draw blood from my palms and fingertips, just watching as the blood poured onto the floor. I smiled crookedly as the pain seemed to drain from my mind to my wounds and down to the floor. I had found my addiction replacement.

I began to cut very soon after that incident. I could never drain myself enough to get rid of all of the pain, it seemed. So the more I hurt, the more I cut. It was the addiction that I wasn't going to get resistant to. I loved this kind of control. Just like everything else, I took this one too far. In a matter of days, a spiral shaped whelp on my arm flared up almost with vengeance at my self mutilation. Every night, I would cut a notch into my arm, never really understanding why. My pain had become so familiar to me that I didn't even remember what all it came from. I just knew that it hurt. And now that I was almost done hurting myself, I was ready to spread it to the source of my pain. It was almost time.

I allowed a little more time to pass, barely eating enough to stay alive, and still shadowing James and this woman (by now I'd heard him call her Len). I waited and waited, trying to pick the right time to reveal myself, but the time never really came. I began to wonder if the time would ever be right. As Len got closer and closer to her due date, I got better and better at shadowing. Soon, her due date came, and I knew the time was right. It was time for me to make my move.



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 07



I lay on the rooftop of the teeny little house I had been shadowing for so long. The sun had just gone down and night graced itself with the usual chills and starry beauty. 

James and Len. They'd been in there since early that morning with their newborn, Sierra. A pretty little girl she was, but not nearly as pretty as mine would have been. I sat up, staring up at the moon as I brought my knees up to my chest. My heart began to pound at what I was getting ready to do. For a split second, I was amazed at myself, finally feeling something other than pain. Shaking my head and pushing my feelings off, I turned over to sit on my knees, crawled down, and jumped to the side of the house.

I looked inside the window of where I planned to go. A nice little room it was, all painted with pink and trimmed with little girl designs. I dug my nails into the screen and tore into it, very quietly pulling it off and placing it on the ground. I placed my fingers on the window and slowly pushed up. Damn. It was locked.

"Hmph," I said to myself. I had planned for this. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sharp scalpel, cutting a small enough hole into the top of the window for me to reach my hand through, then down to unlock the window. Smiling smugly to myself, I slowly opened the window, making not a sound. I looked around my new surroundings as I stepped into the carpeted room. It was so quiet. I looked around more, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. In the corner was a white rocking chair sitting so peacefully in front of the adjacent plug-in nightlight. I walked slowly towards the chair and looked to my right to see the baby crib. There she was. Baby Sierra.

*****

In the next room Len whispered, "James, wake up."

James grumbled in his sleepiness, turning away.

"Len, the baby isn't even crying." She sat up and pointed to the camera monitor.

"Look!"

James must have sat up and looked at the screen. There I was, standing over the baby crib. James sprung up, now alert.

"Shit!" he mumbled. I gave a crooked smile to the camera.

"Nice to finally see you again, James."

*****

James and Len both sprang from their bed and ran to the nursery while I calmly picked up their sleeping baby girl and sat in the rocking chair with her. I felt almost proud of what I was doing. I rocked slowly with her, intending no harm. She was a rather peaceful newborn. Interrupting my thought process, James threw open the door and ran over to me, stopping short when he saw me with little Sierra in my hands.

"Shh," I began, "Sierra's sleeping."

James tried to walk closer to me, only for me to turn away and pull the baby closer to my chest. I wasn't going to let go. Len, following in cautiously behind James, walked slowly toward me, as if to reason with me. I glared hard at her.

"This doesn't concern you," I stated coldly. She whimpered. The fear was written all over her face as I began to rock anew, looking down and smiling softly at a still-sleeping Sierra.

"What the hell are you doing, Xiara?" James whispered fiercely. I shushed him again.

"Don't talk. You'll wake her." He growled loudly.

"Dammit woman, stop playing this fucking game with me!" 

I looked up and sighed. "You know, James, we could've had one too. In fact, we almost did, remember? Do you remember what you said to me that day in the clinic? How you would give me a baby when we were ready?" He could only look down, somewhat ashamed.

"I remember, Xiara. But you never were ready and you know it!"

I gritted my teeth hard and growled loudly, my anger now piqued.

"Fuck you! Sorry that I wasn't ready to 'pop a kid' right after you made me agree to have my first child killed inside my own body!" Len, who'd been there to hear the entire conversation, looked over at her husband, seemingly in shock.

"An abortion?" she whispered. I chuckled sickly.

"Fucking straight. An abortion. Did your loving husband ever tell you how he hit my head against the door and locked me in the car for not wanting to kill my baby? James, did you mention that part to her before you knocked her up?" 

Len stood immobilized, her mouth wide.

"James," she whispered, "I don't understand..." I looked up and laughed again.

"Here, let me put it into home-wrecker terms for you since that's what you understand the most. Your newly wedded husband promised me a baby. He never delivered on that promise. So since he has a little one and a way to have more while I sit home alone, it looks like little Sierra will just have to have a new mommy, though I always liked the name Jennie. You can always have more." 

"What do you think, James?" I added.

No longer afraid or ashamed, James looked hard at me, anger and resolve showing in his face.

"I think you're insane."

I let out a loud cackle, resounding across the entire room. Len shivered.

"Insane?! Oh no. Not even close. I was insane when you left me. I was insane when I was having all of those wet dreams. I was insane when I found out how therapeutic cutting myself and overdosing on pills was. But now? No. I'm not insane. I'm getting what you promised me."

His stance didn't change. He instead raised his eyebrows as he glared heavily at me, his piercing stare no longer striking fear into me. 

"Getting what I promised you?" he questioned. "And risk my killing you?" 

Len gasped, grabbing her husband's arm. "James, please don't," she whispered. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily.

"You know, James, what I really wanted after you left me was death. But the sad part is, I wanted you more than I wanted death. I wanted to have you back so much, and I wanted a family so bad, that my overwhelming need for death died down." 

James clenched his fist, no longer in a negotiating mood. "Xiara, enough! This game is already old. If this turns into a fight, you will lose; just give Sierra back to Len." 

I pulled the baby back up to my chest, pressing her to me. "No."

At my answer, James pounced. He grabbed my neck and slammed my head against the back of the chair. My hold on the baby loosened.

"Len, get the baby," he yelled to his wife. She quickly walked over and pried the baby out of my arms, backing away afterwards. But that wasn't enough. James's hold on my neck only got stronger. I jumped, trying hard to gasp for air. He looked down and groaned lowly, tightening his hold on my neck. I kicked and fought to no avail. He pushed me once again to the back of the chair and I got sleepy as I heard him whisper to me,

"I didn't want to do this, Babes." Within seconds, my air deprivation got to me as my sleepiness took over and I passed out cold.



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 08



When I finally opened my eyes, all I saw were bright lights. I sat up, trying to become aware of my surroundings. I was on the kitchen floor of my apartment. I turned around.

"Took you long enough," I heard a voice call out. Looking around, I saw him. He was sitting at the table, seemingly waiting for me to wake. Without really giving me a chance to properly respond, he looked down at the table and shook his head.

"Xiara, all you have in this apartment is bread and water. And when I picked you up to carry you back here, it felt like I was carrying an empty tin can." I crossed my arms coldly.

"So? What's it to you?"

He got up from the table. "You're too thin, Xiara. Why? Why have you done this to yourself? The whelps on your arms, the dried blood on your back and shoulders...help me understand."

I scoffed loudly, my disbelief showing. "You already know why."

Instantly, he got angry. "So you thought that destroying every single fucking thing that was beautiful about you will bring me back? Is that it?!"

I shook my head. "It wasn't about having you back. It was about stopping all the pain and the lust. I didn't want to feel anything anymore. I just wanted you and since I couldn't have you, then I wanted total numbness."

He walked over to me and looked down, a sneer on his face. "You wanted me back that badly?" he said. 

I silently nodded. Out of nowhere, he grabbed my neck and threw me against the hard tile then slapped me hard. I didn't scream or resist. Instead, I slowly rolled against the floor.

"You missed that, Xiara?!" he yelled angrily. "You miss the torture your fucking master put you through?!" 

I remained silent, the sting and pain still ringing through my head.

He stood again, groaning with frustration.

"You're so pathetic! You don't even deserve another man!"

I sat back up, the comment pushing a sting into my cold heart. "Maybe I don't. Maybe I will never deserve another man." 

He scoffed at my self-pity.

I pulled my knees up to my chest. Squeezing into a tight position, I said, "Do you treat her the way you treated me?"

He shook his head.

"Len is fragile, Xiara. She wouldn't be able to handle all the things you could and did." 

I held back a tear as I continued my questioning. "So you're gentle and loving to her?"

He only shrugged. "Len is a gentle and loving woman."

I sniffled a little, a tear beginning to run down my cheeks.

"And I wasn't?"

He shook his head. "You were a whiny, emotional child, Xiara. You needed discipline."

I buried my face into my knees, halfway sobbing.

"I didn't need discipline! I needed love and affection, and the one human being who could possibly give me that unconditionally is gone! You made me kill my only child!"

He scoffed again, my comments not seeming to affect him anymore.

"Your child felt no pain."

I looked up crazily, abruptly stopping my cries.

"My child felt no pain. Really? So if my intentions were to do the same to Sierra what you did to my child, she would feel no pain?"

I apparently struck a nerve, as he instantly swung around and kicked me full force, propelling my body into a cabinet. I yelled loudly. He walked furiously over to me and grabbed my shirt, pulling me up to his face.

"Leave my daughter out of this, Xiara! Your fight is with me."

With that, he threw me back down on the floor. I coughed. A little spat of blood fell to the floor from my mouth.

"You never kept your promise," I whispered hoarsely.

"That promise," James began, "no longer applies."

"Fuck you!" I exploded. "A promise is a promise! I wanted that baby, James!" He crossed his arms.

"You can get one from another unlucky bastard."

I crawled over to him impulsively, grasping onto his leg.

"Then just give me one more night. At least make it possible, James? Please, just give me this last thing I want."

James grabbed the back of my head and threw me away from him, walking farther away.

"No. No more nights, Xiara. No more possibilities. I refuse to give you a fatherless child."

I bit my lip, unable to answer as I pulled my knees back up to my chest and began sobbing again. James began walking away without a sound, going towards the door. I impulsively reached into the drawer and pulled out a butcher knife, determined to get my way.

"Don't you dare leave me again!" I screamed.

James turned. I held the knife to my wrist.

He laughed. "Do it. What does it even matter anyway, the rest of your body is already whelped over!" I held the knife closer to my wrist.

"And you would just let me bleed to death right here?"

He shrugged. "There isn't a reason for me to stop you. You are no longer of any meaning to me, and your blood spilled on this tile won't make me lose any fucking sleep. Do it! The world would be rid of one more lunatic." 

I lowered the knife. He smiled arrogantly.

"I figured."

I dropped the knife, throwing my face back into my knees as I broke out into another sob.

James placed his hand on the doorknob, sighed, and then looked back at me once more.

"What have I done to you?" he solemnly asked me. 

I looked up briefly enough to answer.

"You've made me into an ugly little monster."



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 09



Years soon passed after my last encounter with James. I was now 23 years old. But I never forgot. Eventually the emotional withdrawal went away, but the memories were still haunting. I never truly moved on. My heart had been turned into a block of ice, and no matter how many men tried to win my affection, I repaid them with deception and heartbreak. I was hell bent on destroying every man unlucky enough to cross my path.

By then, I had changed my name. No longer was I sweet little Xiara Bellafeast, but I was now legally and locally known as Shayla Turpin. I changed my name to forget my past. I changed my name to forget him. I changed my name to mark a new era in my life. The era in which no man could have my heart. I was a man-eater.

I stayed in that same little apartment where all my memories lay. I don't know why, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. I suppose part of me wanted to remember, so that my reasons for tearing apart my men would be justified. Whatever reason it was, I used that apartment and my bed to exact my revenge against all males dumb enough to be drawn in and stay.

"Shayla," said a whisper in my ear, "what are you thinking about?" I snapped to attention. Looking up, I stared into the face of the man whose arms were currently encircling me, Jake. I crossed my arms and turned away coldly.

"If I wanted you to know what I was thinking about, Jake, I would've told you myself." He looked down. This wasn't the first time I had snubbed him.

"I'm sorry, Shayla...I just wanted to communicate. You know, break the silence?" He gave me a nervous chuckle as I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking away.

"Silence is golden. Now shut the fuck up."

Even with my coldness, the fool came back for more. He came to my bed every single night for more, despite my cruel teasing and sheer coldness. I loved this power. I marveled at it. As he walked into the room that night wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, I sat quietly on the bed in my see-through lace lingerie, unimpressed.

"Back for more, I see?" I asked with spite. Jake blushed red.

"I just enjoy making love to my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?"

I scoffed loudly. "You wouldn't know 'love-making' if it bit you in the balls."

He looked down, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Shayla..."

I grumbled loudly, sitting up as if I was ready to simply get it over with. "Just get your ass over here."

Jake wasted little time climbing into bed with me, pressing his lips hard against mine. I leaned a little into the kiss, not really pushing any passion into it. He placed his hands on my breasts, squeezing through the black lace as he lowered me onto the bed. We broke away. I stared up at him hard.

"Do me like you mean it, Jake. Are you a man?"

He smiled at me a little. "More man than you take me for."

Without any hesitation, he spread my legs apart, pulling my lace panties down and off. I was still far from being aroused. Seeming not to notice, Jake moaned at the sight of my cleanly shaven pussy.

"Oh Shayla..." he moaned.

I laid there, visibly unimpressed but said not a word as I allowed him to continue. Taking two fingers, Jake opened me up, bracing himself to go inside. He didn't even bother with any foreplay. Reaching toward the drawer, he pulled his hard cock out of his boxer shorts and quickly pulled out a condom from my nightstand, rolling it onto himself quickly so he could continue. I only sat and watched, determined to just lie there and see if he would even notice how bored I was. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Are you going to scream tonight, Shayla?"

I shrugged. "It all depends on you."

Seeing that as his cue, he slowly pushed himself inside of me, moaning a little bit as he did. I made not a sound. He wasn't even paying enough attention to realize that I wasn't moaning or responding.

I didn't orgasm. I didn't even pretend to orgasm. In fact, he came so soon that any attempt I would have made at faking an orgasm would've been easily noticed. As he lay next to me exhausted, I sat up dissatisfied. I was beginning to get angry.

"What the hell am I going to do with you?" I snapped.

Jake turned away, ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry."

Furiously, I jumped out of bed and ran to the shower to start it up.

"Get out." I said furiously to Jake.

He sat up, confused.

"What did I do now?"

Impatient, I snatched the entire comforter off the bed and pointed to the front door. "Get out now!!"

In tears, Jake gathered his clothes and left without a word.

Sure enough, I heard a knock on the door the next morning. I rolled my eyes and scoffed to myself.

"Damn fool," I mumbled. Out of something like obligation, I walked over to the door and opened it. Indeed, it was Jake, back for more torture like a dedicated little puppy. I rolled my eyes again as I allowed him inside.

"You again," I spat meanly as he stepped inside and pulled me into an embrace.

"Shayla," he began, "I really am in love with you."

I shoved him away, laughing out loud. "You're a fool!"

He shook his head. "I'm not."

I crossed my arms. "Oh really? I torture the hell out of you on a consistent basis yet you come back day after day after day. Sounds pretty foolish to me."

Jake, determined, grabbed my arms and pulled me back into his embrace. "I know you have a heart in there somewhere, Shayla. You have to. I know you do."

I pushed away. "You're wrong! I have no heart!"

He sighed heavily. "Everyone has a heart."

I glared hard. "Bullshit."

He turned away at my response. "There's a reason why I stay, Shayla."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

He nodded. "I want to find that beautiful heart of yours. If you would only just open up to me a little more..."

I scoffed loudly. "Keep dreaming."

He turned around and threw his hands in the air, defeated. "Shayla, I want to marry you!"

I stopped completely. My eyes focused into a killer stare. I couldn't believe this bastard. I wanted to punch him for his arrogance even. How dare he try to love me when I was so busy tearing him to pieces!

"Leave," I said solemnly. "This relationship has ended."

Stunned, Jake's mouth dropped as he stared at me. At first I saw the shock in his face, and then I looked and watched as the shock was slowly replaced by pain. I smiled on the inside. "Leave!!" I screamed spitefully.

No longer welcome, Jake hung his head, turned away, and then left. He was not to be seen again.

After Jake, I took a short hiatus on man-eating. Being a man-eater was exhausting work, but the results were satisfying. This was it. This was me now. Shayla Turpin, a mere shadow of who I used to be. No one could ever love me; no one could ever stop me.

Little did I know, I was about to meet my match.



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 10



I was on vacation when we met. Thomas Scarlett. Charming little bastard he was. He was tall, dark, and handsome, just like in the movies. When I first saw him, I was put off. 'A little bit too dark for my taste,' I remember thinking to myself. I had gotten so used to men like Jake, with his pasty-colored skin and bright eyes with an average height. Thomas was the total opposite. He was also wealthy, having made a small fortune in a short time buying out real estate and a little bit of trading, all while attending medical school. Yes, he had the social status and the good looks. All he was missing was a wife to be by his side. Unbeknown to me, he'd had his eye on me the entire time since he'd first laid eyes on me at a beach bar.

When I sat again at the same bar that one morning in my regular clothes, he confidently walked right up next to me, sitting in the bar stool right next to me. He flashed me a very bright grin.

"Mind if I buy you a drink?"

I peeped out from my sunglasses, not really impressed. My expression didn't even seem to faze his beaming confidence.

"And you are?" I asked.

He bowed quickly, then looked back up at me.

"My apologies. I didn't even introduce myself! My name is Thomas Scarlett, and in case you haven't noticed yet, I'm very interested in getting your name as well."

I chuckled in amusement and shook my head. Another victim, I thought. "Offering to buy a drink for a woman you don't know seems a little shady, Mr. Scarlett."

He laughed, flashing his bright grin at me once again. "Please just call me Thomas."

I smiled arrogantly. This was going to be fun. "Shayla Turpin. So, what brings you here this fine day, Thomas?"

He shrugged. "It's a good time of year to be here. Not too hot, not too cold, and not many people here this time of year anyhow." Turning to the bartender, he ordered himself something to drink. He continued, "So, living the fun single life?"

I shook my head. "Hmm. I suppose. Neither single nor attached life has had its fill of fun for me."

He laughed, taking a sip from his glass. "Grass is greener syndrome, eh?"

I scoffed. "Nope."

He turned back to me. "So when do you head back home?"

"Saturday," I quickly answered.

He smiled wide. "So how would you like it if I said I wanted to take you out tomorrow?"

I let out an amused laugh, staring up at the sky. "I would say that you're a little forward."

Flashing me that bright grin once more, he sat up straight to look at me. "Well, I'm a businessman. Can't very well get anything accomplished if I wasn't forward, could I?"

I looked down and shook my head. A determined little bastard he was. "Alright then. Tomorrow. Meet me in front of the hotel and then we'll talk. Sound good?"

"What time?" he quickly responded.

"Noon," I answered.

"Perfect," he replied. "See you at noon tomorrow."

The next morning, I sat in the hotel lobby around noon waiting for Thomas to show up. Part of me was a little surprised at myself for agreeing. Some other part of me marveled at my new potential victim. It was now 12:03. Thomas had not shown up yet and I was already getting impatient. The heartless side of me surfaced as I saw him walk in, a full four minutes after noon. I sat with my arms crossed, tapping my foot.

"You're late," I spat out with venom.

Thomas lightheartedly laughed at me. "My apologies."

I turned away. "You aren't funny. I have half a mind to just get up and leave."

"Half a mind?" he questioned. "Well, if that's how you feel, I can't stop you."

I froze my face struck red, as I had no comeback to that.

He chuckled lightly. "Good, good. Now, if you're ready, let's go."

I, almost drawn to his lighthearted arrogance, reached out my hand to him and allowed him to guide me out of the hotel as we made our way out to the town.

*****

"Pour me another shot!" I shouted to the bartender. As I gulped down the alcohol, Thomas stared at me. I glared at him.

"Is there something wrong?"

He sighed dreamily. "Nothing's wrong, Shayla, but...you're such a beautiful woman."

I motioned for the bartender to pour me another shot and gulped it down fast and looked over at Thomas, slightly buzzed. "Beautiful? Tch. You haven't seen much then."

He shook his head. "That's a very upsetting way to think of yourself."

I rolled my eyes. "Another shot!" I yelled to the bartender.

Thomas looked at me, concerned. "Are you sure you should be drinking this much, Shayla?"

I shrugged. "I have a high alcohol tolerance."

Thomas sighed heavily. "I have a very bad feeling about this..."

The more time passed, the more shots I had. Not long afterward, I was hammered. I stumbled over, falling on top of Thomas, who had yet to have even one drink. He worriedly caught me, looking into my eyes.

"Shayla, you're drunk."

I giggled. "Not drunk...just...a little...tipsy...that's all." As I finished that sentence, I couldn't help but hiccup and begin laughing uncontrollably again.

Thomas sighed heavily. This had to have been the worst date ever. 

"You're smashed," he said. "Here, I'll take you back to your hotel." 

Seeing that I couldn't walk myself back to the hotel, Thomas paid the bartender, picked me up, and then carried me out of the bar, back to the hotel.

After he carried me to my hotel room and placed me on my bed, I grabbed him in a drunken stupor and pulled him close to me. 

"Let's do it now. Right here." 

I drunkenly pulled him to me and forced a kiss on him, only to feel him push me back.

"Shayla, you've had far too much to drink."

I growled in a fit. "Why?! Isn't my body what you wanted in the first place? Isn't that why you started hitting on me?"

He shook his head, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but no. That isn't what I want. Here, I'll make you a pot of coffee for when you sober up, and this piece of paper has my number on it. Call me when you're back in your normal mind and we'll talk, okay?" With that, he quickly made a pot of coffee and left as I fell asleep in a drunken fit.

The next morning I woke with a horrible migraine. I sat up. "What the hell..." I mumbled to myself.

The day before was fuzzy. I looked around. It was just me in my hotel room. I looked down at the nightstand. On it was a piece of paper.

'Shayla, you probably don't remember last night but if you are still interested, I would like for us to talk some more. Preferably without a bartender involved? Call me when you can.

-Thomas'

I smiled a little to myself, the memory becoming a little clearer. I was impressed; he didn't take advantage of me. Picking up the phone, I dialed the number that was on the sheet of paper.

"Hello, Thomas? I was wondering if that offer you wrote here on your note was still open...how does Friday sound? Good."



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 11



Despite my disastrous date with Thomas, he stayed around. During our fly-by-night courtship, I found out that he lived closer to me than I believed. So, after my vacation, we kept in touch. I still kept up my man-eating guard, almost demanding that he even stop trying to soften me. Why he stayed was always a puzzling question for me. But he did. I simply began to figure that I could deceive and entrap him just like the rest of them. Thomas, however, was more different than I once thought.

Three more months passed. I was rapidly approaching my 24th birthday. Thomas and I hadn't even had a real mention of sex by then, which was surprising to me. Yes, he was different. But I was still determined to do the same to him as I had done to the rest of my men.

The morning of my birthday came. I sat on the couch in that same old apartment, prepared for another uneventful day. But my plans soon changed as I heard a knock sound on my front door. Not very eager to leave my spot, I forced myself to answer the door.

"Oh, it's you again," I said coldly as I opened the door.

Thomas was waiting behind the door, about to burst with excitement. Ignoring my coldness, he ran inside and nearly knocked me over in an enveloping embrace, placing a sloppy kiss on my cheek. "Happy birthday Shaye!" He exclaimed happily.

I rolled my eyes in disbelief, mumbling, "You actually remembered..."

He broke away and stood in front of me. "How could I forget?"

Without giving me a real chance to respond, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two little white slips of paper. I looked them over.

"What's this?"



He flashed me his memorable grin. "Shaye, you are not having an uneventful birthday. Not on my watch. Today, we're going to a concert!"

I raised my eyebrows. "A concert?"

He nodded happily. "Now, now, Shaye. Don't be a sourpuss, because we're going."

I sighed heavily and took his hand. "If you insist, Thomas."

Happily, he pulled me in close as we walked toward the door. "That I do!" With that, he ushered me to his car eagerly before getting in himself and happily driving off.

*****

"Wow, I didn't think I would have so much fun at a simple little concert..." I mumbled as we pulled up to the apartment complex. Thomas showed me his usual bright grin.

"I'm glad you had fun, Shaye. Happy birthday."

Almost too guilty to look at him now, I looked down and began to fiddle with my fingers. For a split second, I looked up. Then my eyes retreated back down to my fingers as I said in almost a whisper, "Thomas, why do you stay with me?"

Seemingly in satisfaction, Thomas leaned back in his seat and sighed. "I stay because I want to. You're a very mysterious and intriguing woman, Shayla. And I enjoy trying to unravel all of the mysteries of your character and the mystique of your heart. I want you to know what it feels like to have someone who cares about you enough to stay regardless of disastrous dates and cold shoulders. You know?"

I smiled softly. It was the first time in a long time that I had given a genuine smile. Looking back up, I pointed to the hillside behind the apartments. "Care to watch the sunset with me?"

*****

"Shaye, this is really beautiful," Thomas whispered to me as we sat on the hillside.



I sighed dreamily. "It really is."

Thomas, wrapping me into his arms, pulled me into his warm embrace as the sun slowly slid down over the horizon. 

"Shayla," he began. "I wish we could be like this forever."

Nearly caught off guard by his comment, I looked up at him. Genuine contentment was written all over his face. My resistance slowly began to melt.

"We can't be like this forever," I said solemnly.

A little worried, Thomas looked down at me. "How come?"



Looking out toward the sun, I smiled once again. 

"Because the sun only sets once a day."

Seemingly relieved, he laughed at my answer, pulling me back into his arms. I breathed in the scent that had become so familiar to me, then exhaled with sheer happiness. I could truly lie in his arms forever.

As the sun finally finished its transition down the horizon, Thomas looked down at me once again. "Shaye, what made you how you are?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

He took my hands into his, fully looking me over. "Why are you so obsessed with being cold toward men? Who did this to you?"

Nearly too ashamed to recall my past, I looked down. "I've...been hurt badly. The way I was treated and the things that happened...I didn't deserve it, but I got it. He treated me worse than an unloved animal and all I really proved to be good for was sex. I loved him. He hurt me, in more ways than one..."

His curiosity piqued, he tilted his head. "More ways than one?"

I nodded. "I did horrible things to myself. All for him, all to get rid of the pain I was harboring."

Before he could even fathom my meaning, he watched as I rolled the sleeve of my white sweater up my arm and pushed it up to my shoulder. There it was, a spiral-shaped whelp encircling my entire arm. He gasped, almost afraid to believe what he was seeing.

"Shayla, how did I not notice?"

"I became really good at hiding it," I answered quickly. "If I couldn't wear a sweater or jacket, then I wore arm warmers. If it was too hot to wear either, then I simply stayed home."

Thomas sat, unable to answer to hearing one of the darkest parts of my past. I rolled down my sleeve and turned my head away.

"I know, you think I'm a freak. Just leave now before I get any more attached to you, okay? I understand perfectly."

His face began to soften. "Shaye."

I shook my head. "Just leave."

He crawled over to me and pulled me into his arms, sighing. "I refuse to leave you."

I looked behind at him, puzzled. Where was the look of disgust? "You're not leaving?"

He chuckled lightly. "If you think that I'm that kind of man, then you're sadly mistaken. I want to be with you regardless of the circumstance. Give me more credit than that, Shaye. Please."

I turned toward him, a gleam in my eyes. I knew what I wanted to say, what I wanted to do... but my anxiety was beginning to take over. Finally mustering the courage to say what I felt, I could only whisper, 

"I love you."

Placing his hand on my cheek, he lowered toward me, stopping mere millimeters from my lips to whisper, "Shaye?"

"Yes?" My heart began to pound at what he might answer.

He smiled a little, "I love you too."

Suddenly I felt my body become overtaken with passion as his lips seemed to gently brush across my own in his warm kiss. I leaned into the kiss, slowly encircling my arms around his shoulders. Thomas must have had the same idea as I, for he pulled off a little, and then looked over me.

"May I?" he whispered.

I smiled. "You shouldn't even have to ask."

Taking my cue and forgetting where we were sitting, he lowered me down to the soft, cool grass, leaning over to place gentle kisses on my neck. I moaned lightly. His body was so warm; his heat was more comfort than even the biggest blanket I could find. I loved his attention. Carefully, he pulled my sweater up, exposing my tummy to the cold air. I placed my hand gently on the back of his head, moaning as he caressed my stomach with dry, gentle kisses and worked at my jeans with his loving fingers.

"Thomas," I moaned, "are you sure?"

He stopped, looked up at me, and then showed me his bright grin. "I'm more than sure, Shayla. When I first saw you, I knew that I would love you, and I refuse to allow your past to push me away."

That being said, he continued, unbuttoning my jeans and slowly moving those and my boy-short panties out of the way. I began to tremble. Never had I been nervous about sex before, but this was much different. This was Thomas. This was the man who somehow managed to begin warming my cold heart. This was the man who was changing me from a cold-hearted monster back to a real woman with normal feelings. Suddenly the thought of man-eating seemed so repulsive to me. How could I tear apart this man who had given me his heart to take care of?

Taking two fingers, he opened me up. I moaned loudly in reaction. As I realized that in between my legs was a pool of hot lubrication, I could only find myself having a hard time believing that I was truly aroused. Gently, Thomas slowly slid a finger inside of me, probing my hot folds and tenderly massaging them open. Instinctively, I opened my legs a little wider and moaned again. I wanted more right there. Outside, he fingered me smoothly. I don't know why, but I couldn't get enough. I had never been pleased this way before. At my urging reactions, he went a little faster and pressed my g-spot a little harder. I arched back, holding onto him for dear life and cursing myself that my jeans had only been slid down to my knees. He pushed up once again firmly inside of me and I reared back, almost kicking away.

"Thomas!" I panted.

Before I could grab any remnant of my thoughts, an orgasm hit me, sending wave after wave of sheer pleasure through my body as I involuntarily clenched my walls together and moaned loudly at the top of my lungs. As I slowly fell back to earth, a deep silence followed. Why did he stop?

"Thomas?" I whispered. As I sat up to see what the matter was, I saw him lying there near my belly, a mortified look on his face.

"Shaye, we can't," he mumbled.

I gasped. "Why?"

He groaned in need and frustration. "...condoms..."

I bit my lip, hard. I could hardly believe what I was about to do. "Just go without, then."

His eyes went wide. "Go without?"

I nodded. "It's perfectly fine; I'm not ovulating."

He stared me dead into my eyes, a grave look on his face. "Are you sure?"

I smiled at him and leaned in, giving him a gentle kiss. "A thousand times, yes!"

Taking my cue, Thomas lowered me back onto the hillside, lying directly over me. 

"I love you, Shaye, no matter what happens."

I pulled him down to my face and kissed him once again. 

"I love you too Thomas, no matter what happens."

Breaking away from the kiss, he began to leave a tiny trail of kisses down my tummy once again as he slid my jeans all the way down to my ankles. I spread my thighs a little wider, exposing myself to the cool air. Thomas took in a deep breath as he sat on his knees, nervously working to unbutton his pants.

"Shaye, I'm nervous," he whispered.

"Don't be," I answered. "I promise, I'm nervous too!"

Feeling a little better, he unbuttoned his jeans and I watched as I saw his hard length strain against the cloth of his dark boxers, begging for release.

My mouth dropped. "Thomas! It's so...It's so..."

He looked away, almost ashamed to continue. "Is it too big?"

I reached out and gently touched it, amazed. Encouraged, I reached inside of his boxers and pulled out his throbbing cock, beginning to stroke it a little. He moaned at my attention.

"It's not too big," I said happily, "I just haven't seen one this big before."

He smiled, encouraged by my attention and soft stroking. "I'll be gentle, Shaye, I promise."

He lay gently back over me, kissing me softly. I moaned into the kiss. As his body warmed mine with his loving embrace, I began to think. 

'This kind of loving is much different than anything I have ever experienced. Where's the hair pulling, the thrashing, the spanking, the thrusting, the scratching?'

Sitting up some, he slid himself slowly inside of me. I moaned as an almost electric shock of pure pleasure surged through my body. I hadn't realized how aroused I was as my pussy begun to stretch to accommodate this new length. He pushed in a little, then, seeing my reaction, pulled all the way out. I exhaled sharply.

"Thomas, don't treat me like a glass doll!" I whined. "Do me like you mean it. I can handle it, I promise."

"Just let me do what I know how to do, Shayla," he answered gently. "You will like it. I'm sure of it."

Putting my faith in him, I silenced my cries as he continued. There, outside, we made love. Gently, slowly, he sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body as he firmly pumped himself in and out of me. I moaned with every movement. I could tell it was taking all of his strength to be gentle on the incline we were lying on, but I wanted him even more for it.

"You like this?" he whispered to me.

I shifted, trying to find a way to get him deeper inside of me. "Oh Thomas! Yes!" I yelled.

He silenced my cries with a kiss, pushing in a little harder. I moaned under the kiss.

As he pulled up, he mumbled, "Hold off a little, Shaye. I'm going to go a little faster."

I panted loudly, almost too out of breath to answer. "I can't hold off much longer, Thomas..."

Seeing my seriousness, he automatically switched into high gear, going faster and harder. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my fingers into his tight skin and yelping in pleasure as the shockwaves of pleasure seemed to reverberate over and over through my stimulated body. I soon felt my orgasm sneak up on me as I could no longer control myself, screaming his name and begging for him to hurry and push me over this edge before I lose myself. I was about to lose myself in pleasure. Much to my dismay, he slowed.

"Shaye, I can pull out now. I can keep myself from coming inside of you."

I screamed out in protest. "Thomas Scarlett, don't you dare!"

Finally, I could hold it in no longer. I buried my face into his shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut hard as I yelled once more, "Oh Thomas!!"

My orgasm shot through my body, making me recoil backwards into the grass despite my resistance. Thomas groaned loudly, gripping me tightly.

"Shayla!" He moaned as he pushed all the way in once more, and then burst hotly inside of me, his cum spilling fast and hot inside of me.

We both panted, slowly coming back down to earth. I couldn't believe that I actually enjoyed myself. No hair pulling, no degrading names, no biting and scratching...this was surely different. But, strangely, I wasn't suffering a hard craving for more. As I felt Thomas pull out of me and lie down on the grass next to me as he caught his breath, his hot cum dripped out of me. I couldn't believe that I let another man mark me, that I had willingly accepted his release inside of me. It was a totally new feeling. I didn't feel dirty and unfulfilled anymore. I felt satisfied and natural. I wasn't worried about anything. All I cared about at that moment was being in my lover's arms. As Thomas pulled me into his loving embrace once again, he kissed my forehead and let out one more pant.

"Happy birthday, Shayla."



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 12



As we lay there outside on the hilltop, I instinctively cradled Thomas in my arms. His panting was beginning to subside. I stared up at the newly risen stars in awe. How gentle and loving he was to me! I'd never experienced anything like it before. I could tell Thomas was exhausted as I looked down at him and began to wonder how much effort it must have taken him to be so gentle, especially on this hill. It was then that I realized that we were still outside. 

"Thomas?" I whispered lowly. "Maybe we should go inside now." 

He sat up, looked around, and then laughed lightly. "You're right. We did have a little bit of a roll around, huh?" 

I smiled. "Yes we did!" 

After we walked into my apartment and I closed and locked the door behind me, Thomas pulled me into his warm arms and kissed the top of my head. I smiled. 

"Never thought I would smile this way again," I whispered. 

He gave a light chuckle. "I'm glad that I could make you smile this way then." 

My heart began to pound anew as I turned myself quickly to face him, burying myself into his chest. 

"Don't ever leave me," I whispered. 

He encircled his arms around me and pulled me in tightly. "I'm not going anywhere, Shaye. Not unless you ask me to." 

I looked up at him, a little bit of a pout on my face. "That's exactly what I mean. Don't leave me, no matter what. Even if I get mean or cold, I don't want to lose you." 

I stared into his face waiting for an answer. 

His already softened face began to morph into a smile. "Shayla, I love you." 

With that, I smiled. "I love you too." 

We were both exhausted from our lovemaking outside. It was getting late, so Thomas and I decided that it would be better for him stay to over that night so he could rest. I made my way toward the shower, turning it on hot so that I could relax myself well enough to go to sleep. It had been a long day. As I sat on the bench in my shower, comforted by the steaming hot water, my mind began to wander. It seemed as though a million thoughts ran through my head. I could hardly believe that I was really in love! It wasn't supposed to be possible for a bitter little monster like me. But it was. Satisfied, I lay back on the bench and sighed to myself. Nothing could stop my joy. Nothing. 

"Shaye? Are you alright?" I heard Thomas ask. 

I jumped, a little startled. I hadn't realized that I had dozed off while sitting in the shower. Getting up off the bench, I made my way to the shower door. "I'm perfectly fine, Thomas. Just a little tired." 

He opened the door and walked into the bathroom, coming to stand in front of the cracked door. Amazed, I watched his cheeks turned a slight pink. 

"Dear Jesus, she's beautiful!" he gasped out loud. 

I laughed. "Well, while you're sitting there ogling over me, why don't you mosey your way into the shower with me and save a little water tonight?" 

Without hesitation, he lowered his lips down to mine and met me in a gentle kiss. Then he pulled away quickly to start undressing. I smiled slyly, closed the shower door, and turned around. I wanted what he would see be a surprise. 

Mere seconds later, I felt a rush of cold air as the shower door opened and then his presence behind me. My face flushed red with arousal. I looked over my shoulder and could see that, already, he was excited. He leaned against me. Just feeling his hard throbbing cock made me instinctively spread my legs open a little wider, silently begging for my clit to be stimulated. 

Thomas smiled at my reaction. "A little fast there, aren't you?" He said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. 

I turned sharply. "You should be one to talk." Looking down, I gently grabbed his hard length and began to stroke gently, the steam and hot water and the sight of his cock urging me on. 

He moaned, "Shaye, I love how your soft hands seem to do just the right things to me..." 

I smiled. "It won't be my hands for much longer." 

I slowly kneeled in the shower, not feeling any discomfort at the shower sprinkles dancing upon the top of my scalp and down my face. 

Thomas looked down. "Shaye, if you don't want to do this--" 

I quickly shushed him. "Quiet, Thomas. I want to please you, and there's no use refusing me!" 

Without any further interruption, I took him into my mouth, adjusting quickly to this new length. 

He moaned loudly. 

A part of me seemed to almost burn on the inside as I saw him rear back while I allowed my tongue to slowly please his head. As I breathed in some of the hot air and moved my tongue around his throbbing head, the sight of the pleasure on his face urged me on to move a little faster and suck a little harder. 

He grabbed the back of my head gently, guiding me along his hard shaft as I pleased him. 

"Shaye..." he moaned lightly. 

The sound of my name made me even more aroused and more encouraged to keep going. 

"Mmmm," I moaned. I was enjoying the feel of him on my tongue more than I'd ever dreamed of enjoying pleasing a man. 

The pressure of his hand on the back of my head instantly became a little firmer, but not uncomfortable. 

Thomas looked down at me and whispered. "Shit, Shayla...don't do this to me. Hearing you moan like that...you're making me crazy!" 

Encouraged by his words, I smiled to myself and began finding pleasure in his pleasure. I let go of my inhibitions and moaned loudly from the back of my throat, feeling him throb harder and hotter in my mouth as a response. The more I moaned, the more he enjoyed it. 

"Shayla..." he groaned, "You're going to make me cum!" 

Taking this as a cue, I pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat, taking in as much of him as I possibly could. 

The soft grip he had on the back of my head soon turned into his hands clasping my hair; a loud groan erupted from the back of his throat as he thrust his cock into my mouth one last time. 

He screamed, "Shaye!" and then came fast and hard, shooting his cum into the back of my throat. 

Realizing his loss of control, Thomas quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked down at me in concern. 

"Shayla...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." 

Looking up at him deviously, I swallowed his cum in one big gulp and then stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist. 

"Don't be silly," I whispered. "I knew exactly what I'm doing." 

Amazed, his eyes widened at me. "You swallowed that?" he asked. 

I rolled my eyes. "You don't see any cum on this shower floor, now do you?" 

He shook his head, ignoring my blatant sarcasm. 

"Well then, it's time for me to return the favor." 

In one swift movement, Thomas had me out of his arms and up against the shower wall. He placed little kisses along my neck and collarbone. He used a hand to tease my aroused clit and opened me up for his touch. Now it was me moaning lowly at the sensations, loving the wonderful feel of my building arousal once again. Without any words, Thomas bent over slightly and placed his mouth over a breast. He took my tender nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck lightly on it. His free hand soon became occupied with kneading and teasing my other breast, and soon the tip of his hot tongue began to taste, touch, and tease my nipple. I moaned, becoming wetter and wetter at his teasing. I almost cursed myself that I was allowing him to make me feel so wonderful. His hand reached down and spread my thighs a little bit wider. I moved my hips, only to feel his thick fingers push inside of me and press onto my g-spot. I arched forward instinctively, letting out a lustful cry. Thomas continued at his task. I placed a hand over the back of his head and pressed his tongue hard onto my breast, simultaneously grinding myself against his fingers. He pulled his fingers back a little bit and then thrust them inside me again quickly, making me once again arch forward involuntarily. 

"Thomas!' I screamed. 

Despite my effort, Thomas resisted my arching hips and kept me in place, determined to keep going. Before I knew it, an orgasm began to wash over me. I tightened my legs against his hand and whined loudly, pulling his mouth hard against me once more and tensing tightly. 

"Oh...Thomas!" I screamed. 

My orgasm pulsed through me, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure and arousal all at once. I held my breath for what seemed like forever as I felt my pussy walls clamp around my lover's fingers before finally finding relief. As my orgasm subsided, I leaned limply against the wall as Thomas kissed me softly. 

"I love you, baby," he whispered to me. 

I weakly wrapped my arms around his shoulders and laid my head into his chest and responded, "I love you too." 

Leaning down, Thomas whispered softly into my ear, "I'm not done yet." 

In another quick movement, Thomas picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, planting little kisses on my neck and bosom. I cradled his head, still weak from my aftershock, and moaned lightly. 

"I'm not sure how many orgasms I can take tonight, Thomas," I said softly. 

Discouraged by my statement, he hesitated, looked at me, and asked, "Do you want to stop, Shaye?" 

I shook my head. "No, no, of course not! I don't want to stop until I pass out!" 

As much as I couldn't believe it, I was still aroused. I shifted myself on his hips so that I could better feel his skin against my own. I could tell he was as hard as I was horny. I didn't want to stop until we were both spent. Sitting down on the shower bench, Thomas positioned me in his lap and then leaned back some. 

"I want you to show me, Shaye. Show me how to love you just right." 

Grabbing my hips to help me keep balance, Thomas glided me slowly on top of him, sliding inside of me just enough to make me feel the full pleasure from all of his cock inside me but not enough to set a rhythm. 

I moaned, "I'll show you, Thomas, but you have to help me. I want to know how to love you just right too." 

With a nod, Thomas kept his hands on my hips. I slowly began a steady rhythm in our lovemaking. At first I was able to keep track of the rhythm inside my head, but my sense was steadily leaving me. I placed my hands on his shoulders to give myself better stability. Though his hands were guiding me vertically on his cock, I was still losing any sense of balance I thought I had. Soon I no longer cared about rhythm. Our movements became totally natural to me. I let go of myself, groaning loudly and moving faster up and down on his cock. I rode him fast. I rode him hard. He uttered soft moans and grinds in return while allowing me to keep most of the control. 

"Damn it all, Shayla," he mumbled. "Look what you do to me. You make me so fucking weak. Is that what you want, baby? Do you like making me this weak?" 

Barely comprehending his words in my head, I managed to pant, "Yes, baby! I love it! I want you at my fucking mercy!" 

Gripping my hips tight, Thomas leaned into me until his chest met my own, turning my ride into our grind. I kept riding harder and stronger. I could feel an orgasm riding up within me again. Thomas kissed my shoulder and moved his hands to give grip my ass a give it a tight squeeze. I screamed in surprise. I was ready to fall over the edge of pleasure. 

"Thomas," I panted, "I'm gonna cum again!" 

He pulled me against him tighter and began to thrust inside of me faster. 

He yelled, "Cum for me, Shaye!" 

I couldn't take it any longer. I screamed in hot lust as loud as I could muster and gripped my lover tightly. I tightened my legs around him and felt my pussy walls clench hard against his throbbing cock. My sensitivity skyrocketed and I felt myself begin to shake. Thomas held onto me for dear life as he responded with an orgasm of his own, pulling me against him and groaning loudly to match my screams. 

"Shit baby!" he yelled. 

He burst hot inside me, spilling his hot cum inside me as my pussy walls tightly clenched onto his cock. This was it. This was wonderful. This had to be the most wonderful feeling in the world. And I couldn't believe that it was really happening to me! 

As our combined orgasm passed over us, we became limp in each other's arms. I smiled, and then sighed with satisfaction. I was finally happy, and nothing could steal it from me. Looking at Thomas, he seemed relaxed, as if he had not a care or a desire in the world but to be with me. I sat up a little bit and kissed him softly on his lips as I felt him falling soft inside of me. My senses soon came back to my head and I began to hear the sprinkles of the shower water once again. 

"Look at us," I whispered. "And here we were supposed to be showering..." 

Amused, Thomas burst out in his loud laugh that had become so familiar to me. 

"Well, showering isn't out of the picture yet, Shayla," he answered. 

Pulling away, I stood up weakly, allowing myself to feel his cum drip out of my pussy for the second time that night. Thomas stood up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. 

"I take it, then, that you enjoyed yourself," he said. 

I chuckled at his statement. "Actually, I enjoyed myself quite a bit. I take it from your responses that you had at least a little fun as well?" 

"Fun is an understatement," he replied. 

After washing and drying each other, I sat quietly on my bed, too spent to concentrate on anything. Thomas sat in the living area, lying on the sofa in a clean pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. We were exhausted. I thought that I was ready for bed. I realized that this night wasn't the same as any other night in my life. I didn't want to sleep alone anymore. I didn't want to drift away into slumber knowing that the only warmth I would have would be the blankets that surrounded me. This bed was empty with just me in it. And I knew exactly how to fix it. 

When I walked into the living area, I could see that Thomas was having a little bit of trouble with sleep himself, even with the exhaustion of our lovemaking clearly painted in his face. I walked to the sofa where he was lying and sat down near his chest. 

"Having trouble sleeping?" I asked. 

He looked up and gave me a smile. "Just a little bit." 

Leaning my mouth over his soft lips, I stopped short a few centimeters away. 

"There's an extra space in my bed if you want it." 

Thomas sat up to close the distance between us and met my lips in a kiss. Thomas pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately, enveloping my entire body with his warmth. 

As he came up from the kiss, he gave me his signature bright grin. 

"You don't have to tell me twice." 

With that, he picked me up and carried me into my bedroom, using his foot to close the door behind us. He set me gently on the bed and gave me one last lingering kiss before joining me on the other side. When I felt his arms wrap around me while we pulled the blankets over us, I knew that this was right. I finally knew what it meant to love. 

Lying on my back I realized that this was the feeling that I had been craving all of these years. Thomas was the man who tamed the monster that James had released. This feeling of protection and love was greater than any feeling of power or control that I could ever fathom. I linked my arm with his, pulling myself deeper into his heat. 

"Thomas?" I whispered. 

He opened his eyes. "Yes, Shaye?" 

"I love you." 

Giving me a warm smile, he lifted his head and kissed my cheek. "I love you too. And...Shaye?" 

I looked into his eyes. 

"Yes?" 

"Happy birthday, baby."



Speechless with Teeth Ch. 13



Things only got better and better for Thomas and me after that night. We seemed to get closer and closer, never going any more than a few days without each other. Almost every night, one of us stayed with the other – though it was more often his staying with me. Some of our nights were filled with continual love-making and raw lust; the rest were filled with close intimacy, doing whatever we could to enjoy each other's company. And just like he promised, he never left, even when I had my mean moments and refused to allow him to love me. I soon realized that keeping sex away from him was hurting no one but me, so I quickly stopped the ban in the bedroom whenever I was angry with him. Instead of refusing the sex, Thomas used it as a make-up gesture. No matter how mad I was with him, he could always make me feel better with his gentle loving and warm intimacy.

Tonight, however, was a little bit different than the other nights. It was a full nine months later, and we were spending this night together in his home, a cozy little three bedroom house with tasteful decorations and brand new yet hardly used appliances. I had become used to this nice little house, though I never gathered enough nerve to ask whether I could move in. Our anniversary was rapidly approaching, and it stayed in the forefront of my mind. What would we do to celebrate our year of being together? To be honest, I was surprised that he had lasted so long. Most men with me hadn't been able to even make it past the six-week mark, and many made it a shorter time than that. Though I thought these things quite often, I didn't say anything about these thoughts to him. Fear of spoiling our romantic atmosphere was too great for me to bog him down with my petty memories. However, Thomas's mind seemed to be more on affection than it was on memories. 

As we lay on the comfortable leather sofa in his den right in front of his television, I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts of memories and anniversaries as Thomas sat up a little bit behind me and moved his lips to brush against my cheek.

"Shaye," he whispered. "What are you thinking about?"

Caught off guard by the seduction in his voice, I shuddered. 

"Well, I had my mind out of the gutter until you said something." 

He gave me a light chuckle.

"I would apologize for my influence if I could; but I would be lying if I said that I didn't mean to get your mind in the gutter." 

Sitting up a little bit, I leaned backward into Thomas's arms and sighed heavily.

"Honey..." I mumbled. 

He kissed my cheek lightly and began to move his hands around my shoulders. My skin began to prickle with goose bumps as his fingers just barely moved over my skin enough for me to feel the sensation.

"I'll make love to you nice and slow tonight, Shayla. Let you feel every single bit of my lust." 

And then I felt it. A sharp pain suddenly stabbed at my abdomen and my lustful intentions were soon lost. I moved away from Thomas and whined lowly.

"Not tonight, Thomas. I feel fat and bloated and I've had a horrible headache all day." 

In a tizzy of sexual frustration, Thomas hung his head and sighed heavily.

"Damn," he muttered. 

I gave him a look of pity, and then started crawling back toward him.

"I'm sorry, honey. Here, I'll use my hands." 

A little warmed by my gesture, he looked up and gave me a reassuring smile.

"No, Shaye, it's fine. I promise. I'll just have a little bit of alone time in the shower tonight." 

I raised my eyebrows and questioned,

"Are you sure?" 

He nodded.

"I'm sure. Besides, I wouldn't want to get your blood flowing like that and bring that migraine back. Maybe you should go see your doctor about getting something to fix those migraines you've been having lately."

Taking a few seconds to think about it, I decided that a visit wouldn't hurt and shrugged.

"I will ask my gynecologist about it when I see her tomorrow. I'm due for a refill on my birth control anyway." 

Happy about my agreement, Thomas took my hands and gave me a light kiss on my lips.

"Wonderful, baby. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a hot shower tonight."

***

The next morning as I sat in the exam room waiting for something (or nothing) to happen, I stared up at the ceiling as my mind began to wander again. Our anniversary was now less than a week away, and I had no idea of what was to come. There were so many things that Thomas and I could do! But the question was simple: what would we do? I felt like the usual going out to dinner and then going back home had gotten a little old. I wanted something new; something we had never done before. But I didn't want anything extravagant. I wanted something simple—so simple but with so much meaning. The question of what still remained.

Soon the door opened and my doctor came through, completely interrupting my thoughts. I sat up from the exam bed and waited to see what she would say.

"Well," she began, "I really don't see anything wrong with you. Your body seems to be functioning normally. When did you say that your last period was?" 

I shrugged.

"I'm not quite sure, really." 

Her eyebrows rose at my answer.

"And you aren't pregnant?" 

I shook my head fiercely.

"No, of course not! I've been on birth control for about eight months now. Besides, I've had no morning sickness or anything else. I think my period is just a little late. That or it's the pill making it irregular. I'm not looking to be a mommy right now." 

Still looking concerned, she sat down across from me.

"Have you taken a pregnancy test?" 

I shook my head again.

"No, I haven't. There haven't been any symptoms to warrant my going out and buying a pregnancy test." 

"And you take your pill at the exact same time every single day?" she questioned. 

Thinking back, I tilted my head a little bit, realizing that I was never the best at remembering my pill all the time.

"Well, maybe not at the same time every day. But I do take it every day. I don't remember it at the same time every day, but I do take it when I remember that I'm supposed to."

Finally deciding that she was not convinced, my doctor got up and began to write something on her clipboard.

"Just to be safe and make sure, why don't I go ahead and order you a blood test? I'm sure if there is nothing in there then you would have nothing to worry about, so I don't see a problem with just being sure. May as well, being that you're already here. How does that sound?" 

Not happy with her decision, I only shrugged.

"I suppose. I mean, I'm not pregnant. I'm on the pill."

"And the pill isn't 100%. Do this for me, and you will thank me later." 

Not bothering to give a half-hearted reply, I sighed.

"All right."

***

As I sat in the exam room that day, my thoughts wandered to the idea of being pregnant again. What if I really were pregnant? How would Thomas respond to my being pregnant and giving him a child? Did he even want one? Would he want me to just get rid of it like James had made me? I didn't want to think these things about Thomas but it was in the forefront of my mind. What would happen if I really did turn out to be pregnant?

A few minutes after my blood was drawn, my doctor came back into the room. Motioning for me to take a seat, she sat in her chair across from me as she looked over my test results. My heart began to pound. It was far too quiet. I already knew what she was about to say.

"Well Miss Turpin, it seems like my suspicions were indeed correct. Your pregnancy test was positive."

I froze. All of the color soon left my face as I processed exactly what was going on. I was pregnant? How was this even possible?

"That's...not possible," I denied. 

Brushing off my denial, my doctor simply asked,

"You've been having sex, have you not? It's all possible, and the proof is right here in the blood." 

Turning around, she called for a nurse to come in and assist her while she began to set up the nearby ultrasound machine to take a look. As the nurse came in and assisted the doctor with the ultrasound, I sat there in silence, too shocked to even think of what to say. Within minutes, the image of an infant appeared on the black and white screen. Tears began to form in my eyes as I realized that this wasn't a joke or a mistake. I was really pregnant. 

After a few minutes of silence, my doctor looked back down at me from the screen.

"You look to be about seven weeks in. I'm surprised you haven't had any morning sickness!" 

Biting my lip, I let the tear begin to roll down my face.

"I'm sorry...I just don't know what to say is all." 

Mistaking my tears of pain for tears of joy, she gave me a subtle smile.

"Congratulations. I think you will make a great mother, if I may say so. Babies are such happy occasions." 

Realizing that she thought I was happy, I sniffled and played along.

"Thank you...do I get to take my ultrasound pictures home?"

***

As soon as I was done and had finished cleaning up and getting dressed, I took the ultrasound picture from the nurse and thanked her quietly as I hurriedly left the office to go home. Once I'd made it back to my apartment, I locked myself inside and sat in the middle of the floor, staring at the ultrasound picture. This was really happening! How was I about to have a baby? Could I really handle a baby?

"Shaye? Are you in there?" I heard. In my distraction, I hadn't realized that Thomas was at the door. Startled, I quickly got up and threw the ultrasound pictures in a drawer. The knock on the door sounded again. 

"Just a minute!" I yelled toward the door. Running quickly out of the bathroom and to the door, I flung it open and stopped to catch my breath.

"Hey honey!" I exhaled. 

He walked inside and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me on my cheek.

"What have you been up to this morning?" 

I shrugged.

"Nothing special," I lied. 

He gave me a smile and let me go.

"So, what did the doctor say?"

I feigned a smile and gave him a light kiss.

"She said that the migraines aren't quite bad enough for her to give me some medication for it."

Now worried, he raised an eyebrow.

"Do we need to take you to a different doctor, honey? I mean, these migraines seem to be pretty debilitating." 

I shook my head fiercely.

"No, it's fine! I promise!" 

Finally resolved to let it go, he sighed and shrugged.

"Okay. I'll let up." 

A little while after Thomas left, I stood looking in the mirror once again. The plaguing thought of being pregnant was beginning to bring itself into the back of my mind once again. Lifting my shirt, I placed a hand over my still-flat abdomen. I was having a baby. A real live baby! How in the world could I be having a baby? I had been taking my birth control...but then again, I didn't always take it right. How would Thomas react to me having a baby? I knew that he wanted a family, but was this the right time? Was this really the right point in time to even talk about having a baby? We weren't even married! Not even engaged. Not knowing what else to do, I sighed heavily. Deciding that my apartment was beginning to suffocate me, I made my way to the front door and walked out. I was going to try to figure out where to go from here.