“Alright, that’s enough,” Sir says, as he pulls me off of him. I halfheartedly wipe the trail of spit that dribbles down my chin as I take a moment to gather myself. Luckily, Sir is patient this time.

When I’m ready, I sit up again, and try to look into his eyes.

If only I could make out more than a pitch-black figure.

“I made a promise to you, a week ago. What was it, little one?” Sir asked.

“That you’d take my virginity, Sir.” I replied.

“That’s right. I know I’m late. But I needed to make sure no one would catch me, and that you were truly desperate.”

“I am, Sir,” I said. “I really, really am.”

“Well then, little one. Lay back on this bed.”

I did just as I was told. My legs were shaking from the nerves- but I was ready. My body ached for it. I needed him inside me to feel whole.

Sir’s body weight was nearly crushing. He’s so much larger than me. Yet somehow, I felt safe and secure this way. Being naked and beneath him just felt right.

Soon enough, there was a grunt in my ear, and a building pressure at my entrance. I let out a whine.

“Please, Sir.” I whispered.

“Beg, slut. Beg me to enter you.”

“Please, Sir. I need you so bad. Please, please, I want to be yours. I want to be your slut, Sir.”

I no longer had any control over the words coming out of my mouth. I was lost in an abyss. It almost felt like I was floating, and watching the loss of my innocence from a bird’s eye view.

“A part of you will always belong to me,” he whispered in my ear. “Never forget that.”

I cried as he entered me. The sensation was far from pleasurable- I could feel the fragile skin of my entrance tearing. But I didn’t want to be anywhere else, in that moment.

His thrusts were animalistic, and pushed deeper inside than I thought possible. I didn’t realize the extent at which a woman could take a man. It truly felt as if we were connected as one.

As I felt his cum deep inside me, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my face in his chest. I needed to be close to him as long as possible.

Gradually, Sir’s movements slowed, until the full weight of him collapsed onto me. I was suffocating- but could also finally breathe.

“You really are a good girl, little one,” he said, landing a kiss on top of my head.

We remained like that for a while. His cock growing soft inside of me, while being soothed by his gentle touches. When he finally pulled out of me, he went to turn on my bedside lamp.

I smiled, as his hazel eyes greeted me.

The monster under the bed isn’t so scary, when he’s seen under the light. He’s just a man, after all.

“You’re handsome, Sir.” I said bashfully.

“Thank you, kitten. You’re cute, you know. After everything I’ve done, you still look at me like I’m Prince Charming.”

I bite my lip. “You were right. I did grow to like this.”

Sir readjusts me, so I’m laying my head on his chest. He whispers goodnight, and sleep soon overtakes me. When I wake, as always, he’s gone.

A few years have passed, and I’ve never reunited with my Sir. I know we got what we both wanted, and so there’s nothing left for us to explore. Every September though, I leave my door unlocked, secretly hoping he’ll make his return. But even more so, I make sure to scan every crowd, hoping to find those hazel eyes staring back at me.