She Calls Me Sir Novels & Stories

"That word. You need to stop addressing me as 'sir'. Immediately. You can't just go and slip up by calling me 'sir' in front of Nanna. And I meant what I said about gearing up. Nanna is very perceptive and one slight mistake could blow the cover. And believe me, you wouldn't like the outcome of that. So, beware. " "Ookey dookey sir… oops! I mean, okay darling!" Maxwell sent her a glare so cold that she subconsciously retreated a step backwards. "Yikes! Chillax, si… 'not-sir'!" This time around when he sent her another icy glare, instead of retreating, she just grinned at him. "Well, I'm not allowed to call you sir and I'm also not allowed to call you by an endearment. So, what else do you ex

The look in her eyes is cold and distant. Oh boy, it felt like my chest had been stricken by a sledgehammer real hard. She addressed me Sir and that's so upsetting. Her formality insults and offends me deeply. "Sir? Are you kidding me, Gav? Let's drop formality, it makes me feel uncomfortable." Stunned, she looked at me, feeling a bit confused.

Can't she wait to get inside his bedroom before soaking his shirt with her spit and doing whatever it is that brought her here? I stare at her longer than I intended to. I have to say she's pretty though. Long perfect blonde hair, big boobs a doctor probably gave her and flawless skin, she's the kind of girl the magazine covers love. Unlike me. But I still have my dignity intact. Unlike her. “Eden.” I hear Sir Oliver call me again. I return my gaze to him. “Sir?” “Did you hear what I just said?” He narrows his eyes at me. “Uh… Sorry sir, I wasn’t paying attention. Can you repeat it please?”

"Are you ready for me?" "I am always ready for you my Alpha." She said. I growled at her submission to me. "I am yours to take how you wish." "Oh, my little submissive wants me does she?" I said. Who would have thought my little shy moon could possibly be into this sort of thing? My Cock was solid at the thought. I leaned down to her ear and whispered. "Call me Sir." "Yes sir," She muttered, her arousal getting stronger. "Please sir, take me."

she said as I pointed a finger at myself in shock. "Baby, me?" I asked with widened eyes. "Yes, would you prefer I called you sir?" she asked as I chuckled softly. She really had no idea that her calling me a certain name would do wonders for me. "Sir is nice, but how about calling me something cooler than that?" I asked as she kept quiet, then frowned as if thinking hard. "What would be cooler than sir?" she asked innocently. "Ian's title," I answered as she looked at me in a daze, then gasped loudly.

She chimes. "You're an exception. Didn't I tell you to call me Benedict?" I ask as I cock my head to the side so I could look at her looking back at me. "Let's put it this way, every time you call me sir, I will kiss you." Her eyes widened. "Y-you're joking?" Her expression just makes me laugh. I shake my head. "I will really do that. I will most certainly kiss you when you'll call me sir." She got quiet.

She walked sexily to me within her high bright brown heels. "Happy to see you're back," she said as she stood Infront of me. I nodded and smiled at her, staring at her face beautifully painted with soft smooth makeup that brightens her beauty, and turned around heading towards my room. "Any plans for today sir that you need me to remind you of?" she inquired me as her heels echoed behind me. I turned around immediately detesting whenever she calls me sir. "Don't ever call me sir," I commanded her as I stare into her beautiful dark brown eyes. Her cheeks became red immediately.

I wanted her. “Wait" I uttered and she halted in her steps before turning to me. “Did you need something, Sir?" I frowned. “Stop calling me sir, it gets on my nerves" She flashed me a confused look. “But you are my boss and I have to be formal with you Sir" I frowned then scoffed. She was toying with me huh? Two can play that game. “Come here, Karla" I watched as her eyes widened. “Why?" She questioned and I tilted my head.

"Laugh all you want, it's funny. When I get better, I'll show you." "Yeah right. Keep dreaming, Sir Lane." I teased as I picked a cookie. Watching him go. Heading back to the bedroom area where he'd been. "Sir Lane?" He paused, scoffing. "Stop calling me that, you sound like my secretary." "Where the hell do you think I heard it from then?" I laughed out, thoroughly amused. "She keeps calling 'sir Lane, sir Lane, Sir Lane.' You're a sir! Do you have any idea how surprised I was to hear that through your call?"

Where did that come from? But I don’t even have to ask. Daisy smiles devilishly up at me and says, “Matt made me call him sir. But I’m tired of that. I’d much rather call you sir if you’re okay with that…sir.” “Oh, yes,” I reply, overflowing with desire for the goddess kneeling before me. “I think I can handle that. Do you think you can handle my whole cock down your throat?” Daisy’s eyes thin, and her lips twist into an even more playfully wicked grin.