There's No Need To Call Me Sir Professor Romane & Geschichten

“Don’t call him sir anymore. And definitely not in front of me. Very annoying. Understand?” “Perfectly, sir.”

With that in mind, calling him sir only felt right… Regardless, Zivon immediately raised a brow as he replied, “…Why would I stop in the first place?” Startled by his confusion, the professor then said, “Well… You have a girlfriend now, no? And you’re also busy re-establishing your company, so we were worried that you’d get too busy… Just so you know, one of our younger professors had a child last year, and he’s been busy taking care of it with his wife since then… He hasn’t returned to the laboratory to date. To add… Well, you were never distracted like you were just moments ago in the past…”

“Did you hurt yourself when you stumbled?” “No, sir,” I mumble. The heat on my cheeks ignites to flaming. I just called him sir. Like in the books. Like he was my dom or something. The rational part of my brain that tells me it’s totally normal to call a professor sir doesn’t even register. I feel like I have a ‘Dom me now, sir’ sign plastered on my forehead. His green eyes focus on mine. “I’d like you to tell me what tonight’s assignment is.”

the man added, which I responded by shaking my head and putting his hand away from me. “No, you did not. I was just surprised because I thought I was the only one left behind in the class,” I responded, making him chuckle. My professor then ruffled my hair into a mess before he smiled. He’s actually one of the teachers I am fond of, because of his kindness and cheerful antics. “Just as I told you before, you don’t have to call me Sir when we’re outside our classes.” I only nodded my head while he put his hand onto his pocket.

Sir laughed lightly, “Tell me.” I pushed my hair behind my ears, I placed my fingertip on his arms and drew circles, “You know…..lights are turned off….. music is on….behind a closed door…. Clothes…” “Inaya oh my goodness,” Sir chuckled softly, “Let’s take this a step at a time, we are not there yet.” “Okay Sir,” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Inaya,” Sir called, until today I never noticed Sir has a calm, deep, rough voice that soothes the ear, “Can you stop calling me Sir now?”

“I’m not used to calling you ‘Preston.’ You should’ve told me earlier so I could practice. I’ve already gotten used to calling you Sir and you suddenly want me to switch. I need time.” He loosened his tie again. “You already said my name. How is it that hard to say it again?” he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I’m just not used to it,” I insisted. “Can’t we at least use a… callsign? Like an endearment? People do that, right?” “‘Sir’ is not a freaking endearment, Miss Dela Merced.” I scoffed. “And yet you still call me Miss Dela Merced—”

"So, from now on. Stop calling me Sir, stop moaning Sir. Because I f*cking had a hard time stopping my self from getting a hard on 'cause I always remember how you moaned my name, how you fucking screamed 'Sir'." I arcked when I felt his warm lips on my skin. That's why he reacted like that when someone called him Sir when he was in class with us. It's because he remembers my moans. Damn! It heated me up. "What should I call you then?" Damn, why is my voice like this? It sounded like a moan, like a whisper of a horny girl. "Anything. Just don't call me Sir. I might lose my job. I might look like a pervert teacher who have a fucking horny face just because they called me 'Sir'." I smirked lau

Chapter 210 Hello, madam May you have a call from Professor Bowa do you want to keep the call secret? No, activate it for me. Ok, you can talk. Hello Prof, how are you Mayfair and your husband? Prof, we are cool and you sir? Oh, I am ok just that I have not been hearing from you recently. You are right Prof forgive me I was a bit busy. All the same, I have aired so forgive me, sir.

monitoring my actions. Which makes me wonder why they're watching me.....do I look weird? I shrugged that thought from my mind. I cleared my throat quietly. "Sir, what is it that you wanted us to discuss?" I asked him. He smirked "well first things first, call me Mr knights" he said, I nod in affirmation. "So, I will be honest with you" he paused looking at me, I don't know why but he's looking at me. "We don't need a cook" he said.

he asked before taking a sip of his drink. “Professor…” “Enzo,” he cut in calmly. “Huh?” I looked at him in confusion. “Call me Enzo,” he said. I stared at him in shock. He wanted me to call him by his actual name? “I… I can’t. I don’t think I can do that,” I stammered awkwardly. “You can call me Enzo when we’re outside college,” he replied calmly as he pushed his empty glass toward me. “Right now, you’re a bartender, and I’m your customer.”