She Calls Me Sir Novels & Stories

I am observing her she is calling me sir from morning. "Why are you calling me a sir Dharani?" I asked her. "Because maids should give respect to their boss, sir" she said stressing the word sir. "Stop it Dharani. Stop calling me like that" I told her getting irritated by her calling me sir. "No sir, I should give you respect" she said and started walking. "Where are you going now?" I asked her. "I can't sit idle right Sir" she said and went inside. Dharani POV

“What would you like me to do now, sir?” The way that she called me sir made my dick twitch. She was not submissive, not in the fucking least. I couldn't deny that this was turning me on though. “Why not drop to your knees and put that mouth to work. If you're a good enough girl for me then I'll fuck your tasty little pussy until you can't walk.” I had not even finished speaking by the time that she dropped to her knees. One hand firmly grabbed my dick while the other one was used to brace herself against my thigh.

The day I tried calling her Mother, I was beaten so badly that I thought I was going to die… so from that day, I only called her Madam and she was okay with it. “Your sir will be going to work soon so put some water in the kettle and make hot coffee for him just how he likes it….and after doing that, make some scrambled eggs for my children.” she said. “Yes, Madam.” “And you better be fast about it!!” she yelled. “Yes Madam…I will.” I said as I went to work immediately. After boiling some water, I made the coffee for my sir who was also my father but I was only allowed to call him sir.

Somehow, her exhaustion faded whenever she heard his voice. “I told you to drop that mister and sir. It sounds weird.” Bree almost giggled but held herself back. There you go! Unleash that seductress in you, Bree! I’m back, baby! She grimaced. That was the part of her brain that kept encouraging her to flirt. “I’m used to calling you sir. And I can’t call you by your name because you’re older. And I can’t call you kuya—you get mad.”

She replies. "Firstly, I am not "sir." You don't refer to me as "sir" but "boss" got it? You can call any damn fucking human being a sir but not me because I pay you! Is that clear?" Adan yells at him. The young lady, filled with fear , quickly replies not to anger Adan more. "Yes sir, I mean boss. Yes boss!" She quickly adds. "Good. And what the hell is this doing on my desk?" Adan asks as he points at the tray of food.

She hadn't adjusted the straps of her bra and she couldn't imagine what he must have been thinking they were doing and he would be right. "Thank you sir"she said as she exited the car with his hand still firmly placed on the door waiting patiently. "Call him Greg" She turned at the sound of Michael's voice behind her as he exited the car. She stared back at him confused with a questioning gaze. "You should call everyone here by their names"He explained. Her frown deepened. "And why isn't sir okay?"She asked. "Because there won't be a need for you to call them sir.You're my wife and as such,you should be accorded the same respect as me"He stated.

Her expression is worth watching when she sees me naked. God! She's damn innocent. No woman has ever reacted like this. She is different. "Sir, could I go out?" She takes my permission without turning towards me. I walk towards her. "Sir." She calls me again after getting no response from me. "Sorry! Master, could I go out?" She corrects herself, bringing a smug smile to my face. I didn't even realise that she called me Sir instead of Master. "No, you can't. Take out the towel from the cupboard and dry me." I order her after coming in front of her.

she replied and hugged him instantly. "Why are you calling me sir?" Sid asked suddenly when he realised this. "Call me Sid or Siddharth" he demanded as she lowered her lids. "I want to call you by something special. Not that everyone calls you. So I chose sir would be different" She pouted and he smiled at her innocent reply. "If you want like that, why don't you call me se*y?" He asked as she asked loudly. She slapped his chest and covered her face there. "What about honey?" He asked again and she didn't dare to look at him.

"You think this push-and-pull trick will make her turn back to you? Let Selena go already. She belongs to me!" Covering my swollen face, I tasted blood on my tongue. Before I could strike back, the security guards held him to stop the situation from escalating. Even while being held, he continued hurling insults at me. "You and I aren't different from each other. I know very well what trick you're playing. You know what? Only Selena would fall for the obvious trap. "I've seen through you from the beginning. I suggest you break up with her while you still have your dignity. You're merely a tool at her beck and call, nothing more."

"Actually I'm not resigning from SDC. So you're my boss, Mr Kingston." 'Mr Kingston' from her mouth kind of heard weird. "Shall I serve you dinner, Mr Kingston?" "STOP!!!" I exclaimed as she flinched with widened eyes. "Stop what??" She asked in a low voice. "Stop calling me Mr Kingston!" Goodness!! Did I just say that loud. She smiled, "No problem, I'll call you king." NO!!! "Shall I serve you king?" She asked as I scowled. Even 'king' from her mouth is weird..