She Calls Me Sir Novels & Stories

If I'm not careful, this could spiral out of control. "How about denial?" I ask, glancing at her over my shoulder. "Or do you like that too?" She shrugs. "I don't know what it is, sir." My cock throbs harder every time she calls me sir. "On your hand and knees, Sidorov." Her eyes widen. "I don't understand." "Now," I snap.

Something about this man, this stranger who called himself Sir, made her feel safe despite the inherent risk. "Yes," she said, surprising herself with the steadiness of her voice. "I would like that very much." His smile was slow, predatory, yet somehow reassuring. "Then from this moment, you'll do as I say. You'll address me as Sir. If anything becomes too much, you say 'retreat,' and it stops immediately. Is that clear?" "Yes, Sir." "Stand up." Honey rose to her feet, her legs slightly unsteady. Sir remained seated, looking up at her with an expression of measured approval.

She put on her coat, and when she turned to face me, I saw the slight furrow in her brow. "Are you okay, sir?" What’s with the “sir”? Do I look that old? On the other hand, if she called me “sir” while riding me in bed, I wouldn't mind at all. I grinned at that thought. But that was jumping ahead—way ahead. Besides, I didn’t need to be thinking about that right now. She was here for a job, not to entertain me. How do you ask someone like her out on a date anyway?

I sighed in frustration before I listened to him. "Sir, there is some girl. She introduced herself as Addilyn. She has some information about something and she wanted to only talk to you, sir. Can I tell her to come in?" He asked before quickly adding sir again at the end. He was scared as if I would skin him alive if he didn't call me sir that many times. He probably was thinking the same. Maybe. Not giving any more thoughts on that topic, instead, I nodded at him, telling him to let her come in. If this is another file work case I'm gonna kill anyone that comes in right now.

"Sit." She sat. He remained standing, looking down at her like she was a puzzle he had already solved. "Rule one: You will not say my name tonight. You do not know it. You will call me Sir." "Sir," she repeated. His eyes, dark, she could see that much through the mask, flickered with something hot. "Good girl." That pulse between her legs became a throb.

She authentically stated before she bow her head. "Ahm, Dhaxzy will do. Do not call me sir. It makes me uncomfortable hehe." I politely stated but ungracefully. " But, you also can call me Xzy to make it more short." I giggles and Ms. Carol went to where room located.

She leaned up toward my mouth, clearly aiming for a kiss. “Don’t,” I warned coldly. “Try to kiss me and this ends. Is that clear?” She flinched like I’d slapped her. “Yes, sir.” Sir? I raised an eyebrow. Many had called me sir before, but something about the way it slipped from her lips felt different. There was a raw edge to her voice, like submission tasted sweet on her tongue. My gaze swept down her body, stopping at the red lingerie clinging to her curves. It did exactly what it was meant to, it made her look sinfully irresistible. But right now, it was in my way. With one sharp tug, I yanked the bra down.

I look at Alessa, who just shrugs. “Will you come with her, Alessa?” I'm curious. Maybe I can use the situation to get some time alone with her, and I'd love the company. “She's managed to convince me, that's if it's not a problem for the gentleman who's here, of course.” Oh, my ego. I see when she suppresses a shameless smile when she calls me sir. I'll show you sir as soon as I get some space and make you cum! “I don't see any problems, I'd love to help…”

He said. " What would be the fine s.... ? " " Well, you would have to kiss me every time you call me sir. " " What?? That's not fair si... " " Awww... that is the way to make you stop calling me as sir. " " But you called me ma'am. " " Ok, Fair enough. I will give the fine as well. I would love that ma'am." " It is not fair. "

I was able to move a little, then my shoes hit the bottom of the table. "Call me sir." He demanded. "What?" I heard it correct. Yet asked again to make sure did I heard correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head!. It's the second time he said that. What does he think of himself? I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested.