Just Call Me Sir- Chapter 1

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Just Call Me Sir- Chapter 1I don’t think I had ever seen a man so handsome. He was tall, fit, clean cut but with that bad boy look, his dark suit fit him like a glove and dark sunglasses that gave him a bit of a mysterious edge. Sitting at the table talking on his phone, appearing to not notice anything or anyone around him, looking so incredibly sexy. His call ended, he finished his drink and stood to leave. Thinking to myself, no please don’t go, I realize I’ve been staring at him. He looks toward the sidewalk and then toward the back of the outdoor café, he starts walking in my direction. I quickly look away hoping he didn’t notice me staring. I’m looking down at my phone and feel someone stop next to me. I look up to see a killer smile. “I hope you have enjoyed yourself Miss, but I must be on my way.” I feel my cheeks turning red as I try to apologize. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but I do believe you are the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on.” “Is that so?” I wish I could run away. “Yes that is so.” Hoping that will satisfy him and he will be on his way before I make more of a fool of myself, I glare at him. He leans in so close that I feel my pussy throbbing, whispering in my ear. “Perhaps you should be taught to not be so obvious about your desire.” My cheeks are on fire, and I’m sure bright red. “Well I told you I am sorry, I don’t know what else to say.” I decide that if he won’t leave I will. I slide my chair back, stand and begin to walk away. He grabs my arm, and pulls me back. “I wasn’t done speaking to you.” Who does he think he is? “Well I am done, again I’m sorry for staring.” I pull my arm away from his grasp and head for the sidewalk. Walking toward my car I feel like he’s following me but do not want to give him the satisfaction of looking back to see if I’m right. I unlock the car and slide in. When I reach to close the door he stops me. He leans in, grabs the back of my neck and kisses me so hard it literally takes my breath away. He then backs away and goes to shut my door, but pulls it back open. “I will be calling, don’t let my call go to voice mail.” He shuts the door and walks away. I laugh as I think to myself, you don’t even know my name much less my phone number, but I sure wish you did. The skin on the back of my neck is tingling from where his hand held me, there is an ache between my legs that makes me wonder, if one kiss caused this what would having him in bed be like.I toss and turn unable to sleep, he’s in my head, and I can’t seem to stop thinking about that kiss. Wondering would I ever see him again, knowing I won’t, I finally drift off.His hands and lips all over, his tongue is magic. His cock fits me so perfectly, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm thrusting into me hard. He looks into my eyes, “don’t send me to voice mail.” I sit straight up in bed, covered in sweat, with my hand buried in my wet pussy. Gasping for air, realizing it was dream. Damn that sexy man.Days and nights of him running around in my head cause me to start going to the café everyday for lunch, hoping to see him again, hoping to give him my number. Day after day, I’m depressed by the time I leave because I’ve not seen him. My fourth visit in as many days, again he’s not here, I can’t even finish my lunch I’m so disappointed. I go to pay my check and I’m told it’s been taken care of. I ask by whom? The waitress hands me a note and says she doesn’t know his name but he has left this for me. I take the note and thank her. “Oh by the way, that must be some game the two of you play.” I stop in my tracks and ask her to repeat what she said. She goes on to explain that he’s been there every day, arriving before I do, watches me, and leaves shortly after I do. She thought it was some sort of game we play because he always told her he would have whatever I was having. I ask if she knows his name and she tells me no, and that she’s sorry that she didn’t realize I didn’t know him. I tell her not to worry about it, but the next time we are both there I would like her to let me know. She agrees and I head towards my car.I am looking every where trying to spot him but can’t. I sit in the car and open the note.You really should have more protein, fresh is best.What in the world does that mean? My phone startles me when it starts ringing. I don’t recognize the number and let it go to voice mail as I head for home. Once home I listen to the voice mail. “I thought I told you not to let me go to voice mail.” He called and I didn’t answer. How stupid could I be? How did he get my number? I decide that since I now have his number I will call him back. It’s a generic message. canlı kaçak bahis He had to know it was me calling because he has my number. I decide to be a smart ass and leave a message, “tag you’re it. And I can pay for my own lunch.” I listen to his message over and over, there’s just something about that voice that makes me want to do very bad things with him. I don’t let my phone more than arm’s length away from me the rest of the day hoping he will call but he doesn’t.The next morning I decide two can play this game. I head to the café early and spot the waitress. “You’re early today, but your friend is not here yet.” This might just work. I explain to her what’s been going on. She’s like a school girl excited to pass a note, but I tell her what I prefer is for her to let me know where’s he seated when I come back and if there is a way to get to him without me being obvious to let me know. She giggles at my plot. This will never work I start thinking. I go for a drive around the block for a while before returning. When she sees me she’s really a little too excited for my liking. She seats me and hands me a menu even though she knows I don’t need it, with her note inside. He’s in the corner just past the end of the bar and that if I let her know when I want to make my move she will distract him. She’s going to ruin it I think to myself and start to tell her I’ve changed my mind when my phone starts ringing. I look at the caller id and know it is him. I answer before the second ring.“You’re late today.” He says with just a bit of cockiness in his tone. Well I can match that, “Really? Didn’t know I needed to inform of my schedule changes.” I hear a slight laugh as I notice him walking toward me but still on the line. “You will learn to inform me of many things.” I disconnect the call as he reaches the table. “I highly doubt that I will need to inform you of anything.” He pulls out a chair and sits down next to me. “I disagree.” He takes his sunglasses off and his eyes are the bluest I have ever seen, so intoxicating I don’t even notice his hand until I feel it on my thigh. I look down and watch his hand stroking up and down my thigh, going just a little higher each time. His fingers under my skirt, just grazing the edge of my panties as the waitress walks up and he pulls away. I am under a spell of sorts and don’t even hear what she says and notice they are both just looking at me. “I’m sorry, I was lost for a minute, what did you say.” They both laugh. She tells me that she said she was glad we finally decided to sit at the same table, and turns to walk away. “Well she could at least take our order.” I mumble a bit too loudly. He laughs again, “she did, I ordered for you.” He ordered for me? “We’re having grilled chicken salads. Don’t bother saying you don’t like it, I know you do.” I wonder if he ordered something containing more protein. It’s like he is reading my mind when his hand slides back up my thigh, stopping just short of my now very soaked panties, “that comes after lunch.” He leans in little closer, fingers now inside my panties stroking my clit as his other hand grabs the back of neck and kisses me softly, biting my lip before he pulls away. Something tells me there is no need arguing about whatever he means by that. She comes back a too quick with our salads for my liking. I really don’t want him to pull his hand away yet.We eat quickly, practically in silence. It feels like those blue eyes are undressing me and that look does nothing to help the ache in my pussy calm down. By the time we’re done I’ve worked up the nerve to ask how he got my number but before I can he tells me we are now going for a ride. “What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?” He doesn’t say a word and runs his hand up my thigh again, sliding inside my panties and running his finger from clit to slit, and then pulling it back and running it along my lips making me taste myself. “I am certain you do.” I could cum right here, right now, and know there’s no need denying that I do want to go for a ride, but I wonder if he realizes the ride I want doesn’t involve his car.We reach his car and I go to open the door but he opens it for me. “Well aren’t you a gentleman.” He shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s side, thinking that it was a bit rude he didn’t answer I am primed to give him a smart remark when he gets in. As he opens his door and gets behind the wheel, he leans over, grabs the back of my neck, kissing me hard causing me to gasp when he releases me. “I can be.” I have completely lost my train thought. “You can be what?” He chuckles knowing what casino firmalari he’s done, “A gentleman, I can be a gentleman. And no I will not tell you where we are going, just sit back and enjoy the ride.” How did he know I was going to ask that? “Well can you put the top down since it’s a nice day and I’ve never been in a convertible?” “You can ask, but the answer is no, now just sit back and relax.” As he was answering me his hand was again on my thigh, pulling it toward him causing me to be sitting with my legs spread. He moved his hand to start the car and I pulled my legs back together. After shifting into gear and pulling out he looks over and shakes his head. “I moved that for a reason.” Reaching down he pulls my leg over again, sliding his hand along the inside of my thigh, up into the edge of panties feeling how wet I am. “Now be a good girl and just stay like this.” I want to laugh at him but I can’t as a moan escapes as I try to tell him I’ve never been big on the idea of being a good girl but can’t get the words out. We are stopped at a red light when he slides his hand away and brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking one and then putting another in my mouth. “Quite tasty don’t you think.” I can only nod my head and smile. As the light turns green, his hand slides back and he’s quite surprised to find that I am spread open a little more. “See I knew you could do it.”We pull into a garage and he finds his marked spot. After parking and telling me to sit tight he came around to open the door for me. “See still a gentleman.” He says with wink holding his hand out to help me from the car. “How do I know you’re not secretly a mass murderer claiming your next victim?” He pushes me against the car, pulls up my skirt, shoves his fingers deep into my pussy, his other hand grabbing the back of my neck and kissing me hard. When he pulls away he just smiles. “Would a murderer really want to waste what has the potential to be an amazing woman in bed?” I stutter as try to answer, “I suppose not.” He takes my hand and leads me to an elevator, when the doors close he stands behind me, pulls me back against him and I can feel how hard his cock is as it presses into my back. He is whispering in my ear how he’s going to make me want to never let his calls go to voice mail again. The elevator stops, a couple gets on, the man has the strangest look on his face. We reach our floor and after we walk out and the doors close, I ask him did he notice the man’s look. He laughs, “well do you not realize that the edge of your skirt is stuck in the waist band of your panties on the side?” I could have died of embarrassment, I had not noticed. I playfully slap at his arm, “why didn’t you tell me!” He has a look of shock on his face, but then starts grinning as he pops my ass with his hand. “I didn’t notice either until I wondered what he was looking at and I certainly wasn’t going to tell you right then.” Suddenly I find myself more excited, but why?As soon as the door is closed he has me pushed against the wall holding my hands over my head, kissing me hard, his leg pushes mine apart and his thigh is pressing hard against my swollen clit and I find myself trying to grind against it, I can feel how hard he is as his cock presses into my leg. He pulls his mouth from mine, both breathing hard, “here or bed?” “BED” I practically scream at him. He scoops me up into his arms and practically runs down the hallway. His bed is not the typical bachelor’s bed. He has a huge four poster bed like you see in movies. He lays me down, leans in and kisses me, telling me he’ll be right back. I ask should I get more comfortable. “Take off the dress yes, the rest leave for me.” He comes back wrapped in a towel, no shirt. I giggle when I notice his cock peaking out at me. “What’s so funny?” He is standing at the edge of the bed, his blue eyes locked on mine. I decide not to mention his matter of towel wrapping. “Don’t you think I should at least know your name before I let you disrobe me anymore?” “My name doesn’t really matter because you will disrobe and I will have you, but you can call me Sir or Master, whichever you prefer.” “Seriously, you expect me to do that? Just tell me your name.” “I do, but I tell you what, when we are done, if it was not some of the best you’ve ever had I will tell you my name.” “Rather sure of yourself aren’t you?” “Yes I am, but I am also sure of you.” Ok so I’ll play his game for now, but I will get his name out of him. “Well then Sir” said with just a bit too much tone he didn’t care for, “what can I do for you?” “First off, you will not take that tone with me, second, casino şirketleri get your head over here, I need to feed you.” “Feed me?” “Just do it”I moved over closer to him and he pushed me down so that my head was just off the edge of the bed. Looking up into those blue eyes I notice he’s smiling. “Now see that wasn’t so hard was it? Just do what I tell you like a good girl and it will all be fine.” His hands take my head as he slides his cock into my mouth, I run my tongue around his head and hear him moan as he thrusts in a little farther. One hand moves down over my nipples, rubbing in small circles with the palm of his hand, then further down pulling my panties to the side so that he can stroke my clit, every touch makes me go harder on his cock. Alternating between just the head and taking him in deep, his thrusts quicken as I feel his fingers shove into me hard, I feel his hot cum shooting down my throat. He pulls out of my mouth and slaps his cock against my tongue before reaching down to help me up and whispering in my ear,” now isn’t that the best fresh protein you ever tasted?” “Yes it is.” “yes it is what?” “yes it is the best I have ever tasted?” “No, no, no. Your answer should be yes it is Sir.” Oh yes the game……..whatever. “Yes it is Sir, happy now?” “I will be happy when you stop being such a smart ass.” He turned me over and gave me a hard smack on the ass. I turned back over and was about to complain and tell him I didn’t appreciate that, but before I could say anything he had grabbed me and started kissing me hard as he rubbed the spot on my ass he has just hit. “I am going to fuck you now because it’s only right after the amazing job you just did but I’m going to have rethink my plans for you, I am not certain you will be trainable.” Before I could ask him what the hell he meant he had drove his cock into me hard, thrusting so fast I started cumming almost immediately. It seemed the more I did the harder he went. It was truly the best fuck I had ever received. When he finally pulled out of me my legs were trembling so much I didn’t think I could stand up. But he left me little choice. “Get dressed so I can take you back.” He left the room without another word.When I was dressed I went down the hallway to find him waiting by the door. “Let’s go.” We rode the elevator down in silence. I still don’t know exactly what went wrong and why he’s in this mood. We get to the car and I go to open the door and his hand covers mine on the handle, “I’m still a gentleman.” I remove my hand and let him open the door. As we pull up next to my car I decide I have to know. He opens my door and offers his hand to help me out. When he closes the door and turns to walk away I finally get the nerve. “Can you please tell me what happened? I thought that was amazing and I don’t understand why you’re acting this way or did you get what you want and just want to get rid of me now.”“I’ve watched you for weeks, before you even noticed me. You are like a diamond in the rough, you have so much potential. But tonight, your attitude, I just don’t know if you are capable of being trained. I wanted to discipline you, but until you’ve agreed I can’t. I just don’t know. Maybe I moved too fast, should have moved a little slower, drawn you in more, or at least told you of my intentions. But it’s too late for any of that now.”“I don’t know what training you think I need, or what half of what you said means. But I know that was some of the best sex, even though you ended it before I was done, I have ever had, so I won’t ask your name again. But if you can find a way to help me understand what it is you want, SIR, perhaps we can spend some time getting to know each other and you will see that I can be quite accommodating when I want to be.”I turned away and went to my car, as I went to open the door he slammed his hand against it, pinning me between him and the door. The look on his face was almost frightening. He grabbed the back of neck, pressed himself against me and kissed me. Hard at first and then softly, nibbling on my lip as his other hand was grabbing my ass. I could feel him getting hard again. He pulled away and moved his hands against the glass on either side of me. “Do not let my next call go to voice mail.” He leaned in and kissed me softly. As he pulled away to walk to his car, I reached up and grabbed his arm. He turned to look at me with a glare. “I will never let you go to voice mail again.” I let his arm go and he just stood there, staring at me. The hardness in those blue eyes softened as he reached out and ran his hand along my cheek, his thumb stroking across my bottom lip pulling it down slightly. “Perhaps you can be trained.” As he drove away I knew I had to see if I could find out what this training is he speaks of. Little did I know, my entire world was about to change and most importantly how much I would enjoy it.

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