For the Pleasure of Men (11 page)

Kalliope gathered the material of her dress in one hand, and using her other hand, fondled her breasts. Her delicate skin was smooth and she felt her nipples under her fingers. She squeezed each breast in her hand, letting her nipples harden in her palm, and the sensation aroused her.

“Yes, Kalliope, yes,” Damianos rasped. “Drop the dress all the way.”

Kalliope had no undergarments on and she knew that once she dropped the dress she would be completely nude. She didn’t think twice, and she let the material fall to the floor in a soft heap.

Damianos groaned as Kalliope stood naked before him.

“Come to me.’’

Kalliope stepped towards him and Damianos lifted his hands to her body. He held them in midair as if unsure of where to touch her first. He laid his palms flat beneath her collarbone and slowly moved them down until they moved over her soft mounds. As his palms brushed across her hardened nipples, Kalliope felt a tug straight to her groin.

Damianos moved his hands further south, and then fanned them out along her hips and cupped her backside in his hands. He squeezed lightly and then spread his fingers along each of her cheeks. He brought his hands back to the front of her body, and gently ran them down her inner thighs, just brushing the edges of her sex and making her delirious with her need.

Grinning to himself, he reached down, gliding across her calves, making sure that he touched every inch of her.

“Perfection,” he whispered. He looked at Kalliope’s face and gently touched her hair. “I like your hair down.”

Kalliope nodded and reached up to pull it out. She held her mother’s clip in her hair and gently shook her long curly hair down her back. She moved to put the clip away but Damianos stopped her.

“I like this. Let me,” he said, opening her palm to retrieve the broach. He stood up and Kalliope could easily make out his erection under his tunic. He towered over Kalliope and gently fingered her hair as he tried to find a good place for the broach.

Kalliope couldn’t help herself and moaned at Damianos’ gentle touch. There was something incredibly erotic about Damianos playing with her hair. He brushed a piece from her face and let his hand glide across her cheekbone and against the back of her ear.

He pinned the broach in her hair and looked back at her, his eyes liquid desire.

“We’re going to start off slow. I don’t want to try too much at once.”

He sat back on the bed.

“Move behind me, Kalliope, and unhook my cloak. I want to feel your tits against my neck.”

Kalliope obeyed and climbed onto the bed. She kneeled behind Damianos and brushed his hair over one shoulder. She leaned her breasts against his neck and reached for the tiny clasp and button that held his garment in place. The material of his cloak was thick and finely made, and Kalliope wondered more about this mysterious man before her.

She unhooked the garment and felt the heavy weight of it in her hand. She gently pulled the drape with his war medals and honors and held it in her hands. She looked at the many decorations and fingered one of them. She wanted to spend more time looking at his honors but right now she was too focused on Damianos himself.

Once Damianos felt that his cloak was undone he reached back and clasped Kalliope’s hands.

“Pull my cloak down and press your breasts against the bare of my back.”

Kalliope followed his instructions and she felt the heat of his skin as she pushed her body flush with him. It felt glorious and she couldn’t help lowering her mouth to the base of his neck and tracing her tongue down his back.

Damianos shivered, but he growled, “I didn’t give that order.”

“I’m sorry,” Kalliope whispered, pulling away.

Damianos turned back to her. “Don’t be. I like a little misbehaving. It makes things interesting,” he said darkly.

Kalliope wasn’t sure what he meant, but she liked the thrill of being disobedient. Damianos stood up, holding his cloak against his body.

“Stand up and undress me.”

Kalliope hurried off the bed, gloriously nude, and moved behind Damianos. He let go of his cloak and she grabbed it, as she pulled it off his body.

The first thing she saw was his backside.

And what a backside it was.

Fine, sculpted and muscular, Kalliope wanted to squeeze it to see if it felt just as amazing as it looked. She looked further down to see his muscular thighs and calves. Kalliope longed to run her tongue along his legs, up his thighs, and all the way to his groin.

Damianos turned toward her, a look of desire and appreciation on his face. Kalliope wondered if he could tell how much he was making her salivate.

His chest was broad and muscular as well, and he had thick biceps with branded bands around his muscles; the look was incredibly sexy. But most impressive was the thick, lengthy mass that stood hard and ready between his legs. His cock was magnificently long with a gentle curve and a full head. It was so perfect that Kalliope wanted to drop to her knees and wrap her mouth around it; she wanted to worship a cock that beautiful.

Damianos took a step towards her, and he cupped her ass, pulling her against his body. His hard erection pressed into her belly and Kalliope moaned softly at the sinful pressure of Damianos.

“You feel incredible against my skin,” Damianos murmured. He hoisted her from her backside, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Kalliope bit her lip with pleasure as she felt Damianos’ cock push against her sex.

He lowered her onto the bed. “I’m not going to use the rope yet,” he whispered. He pushed her hands up above her head, until her fingers pressed against the carved headboard. “Do not take your fingers off this headboard. Do you understand?”

Kalliope nodded, her eyes wide as Damianos gave his orders. He slid down her body, his mouth coming to rest over her breasts. He took each breast into his mouth, sucking firmly as he felt her stiffen further within his warm cavity.  He massaged her other breast with his free hand, tracing light circles around her nipples before rolling them between his fingers.

Once he was finished with her chest, his mouth continued further south, until he reached her belly button. He tongued around her navel, licking her skin, and groaning in appreciation as he tasted her. Kalliope writhed beneath him, making sure to keep her fingers pressed against the headboard.

Damianos moved between her legs, and using his thick hands, he pushed her thighs apart. Just the feeling of Damianos’ body between her thighs nearly made her come.

“So eager,” Damianos chuckled as he watched Kalliope buck her hips upward, desperate for him to touch her. “Is this better?” he teased, running his hand over her trembling sex.

“Yes!” she gasped, desperate for more. She could think of nothing else but Damianos touching her.

He softly ran his fingers up and down her sex, making sure not to penetrate her folds. Kalliope moaned with frustration. Finally, Damianos cupped her lips and opened them gently.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, his words hot against her feverish skin. Lazily, he ran a finger along her clitoris, pressing the pad of his finger against her swollen nub.

“Agh!” Kalliope cried out, pressing against his finger to increase the pressure. Damianos continued to rub her, and slipped two fingers into her tight opening. Kalliope cried out loudly, she could feel how wet she was already. Damianos clearly felt her wetness too, and he made a guttural sound deep in the back of his throat in appreciation.

Damianos continued to thrust two fingers inside her, the friction nearly sending Kalliope over the edge. She moaned at every push of his fingers, and she felt her breasts bouncing against her body as Damianos commanded her with the most intimate of touches.

He crooked his fingers inside her, and Kalliope lost the battle, her orgasm came fast and hard. She shook and trembled, making sure to keep her hands against the headboard as she came. The waves of pleasure seemed to continue crashing over her and still Damianos kept his fingers pressed inside her. When at last the blissful waves stopped, she lay spent on the bed, her chest rising and falling quickly as her body began to return to normal.

Damianos looked up at her through his thick lashes, and moved up her body with the grace of a mountain lion. He gently cupped her chin, his fingers still wet with her juices.

“Did you like that?”

Kalliope could only grunt her response.

“Now, I’m going to taste you,” he breathed, sliding back down her body, his fingers leaving a trail of her arousal against her olive skin.

He opened her again and without pretense pushed his mouth against her sensitive sex.

“I’m too sensitive!” Kalliope cried out as Damianos began to pleasure her with his tongue. It was too much too soon and she bucked on the bed, trying to stop him.

Damianos stopped and came back up to her, squeezing her mouth with his hand. “I tell you what you can and cannot handle.” He paused. “Do you understand?”

Kalliope couldn’t speak so she only nodded her head to show that she understood. Damianos went back between her thighs, and Kalliope bit her lip and winced as he continued to taste her. Within seconds, her sensitivity seemed to fade away and she began to feel pleasure again. Her winces became moans of deep pleasure and she lifted her hips to press her sex even further into Damianos’ mouth.

His tongue stroked against her clit in long, luscious licks and when he sucked her clit into his mouth, Kalliope screamed with erotic bliss. Damianos kept her clit nestled tight in his mouth and he continued sucking at it until Kalliope was ready to explode. Just before she came again, Damianos released her and traced his tongue down to her moist opening, halting her pending orgasm.

“I want to taste what I did to you. I know these juices are for me,” he rasped.

Kalliope was too far gone to explain, and she squeezed her eyes shut with ecstasy when Damianos pushed his tongue deep into her sex. He groaned loudly with pleasure, and the vibrations from the groan resonated on every inch of Kalliope’s body.

Damianos continued to fuck her with his tongue and just as Kalliope was about to orgasm again, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked. Kalliope came hard, and Damianos kept her in his mouth while she came for him. This orgasm was impossibly stronger and more powerful than the first. Kalliope wondered wildly how Damianos had managed to turn her body into one jumbling mass of pleasure.

When she finally stopped shaking, Damianos released her clit and Kalliope sank back onto the bed, not even realizing that she had been holding herself up.

“That’s right, that’s right,” he murmured, “Enjoy.” He lay next to Kalliope, letting his hands travel all over her body. Kalliope moaned softly when he grazed her breasts, otherwise she could barely make a sound.

“I’ve exhausted you it seems, but you tasted even better than I could have imagined. You are turning out to be well worth the wait Kalliope.”

Kalliope shifted her body so she could look closely at Damianos. His full lips still had the sheen of her juices on them, and as exhausted as she was, she wanted to please this beautiful man beside her.

“I’m not too tired,” she whispered, getting on all fours.

Damianos watched her carefully, his eyes quickly turning into ice blue desire for her.

“I haven’t given you an order.’’

“Then order me to suck your cock.”

She saw the surprise in Damianos’ eyes, and then the excitement. He had also given himself away. Whether or not he had given the order, he wanted Kalliope to take him into her mouth.

“Suck my cock.”

The words were so soft, such a whisper, and yet the command was unmistakable. Damianos was completely in charge.

Kalliope slipped onto the floor and Damianos sat up on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. She crawled between his thighs, resting her forehead against his inner thigh.

Never taking her eyes off him, Kalliope grasped his thick base in her hand, and wrapped her mouth around his solid mass. She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her lips when she felt his girth within her mouth. The taste of his cock on her tongue was the best thing she had ever tasted.

She enjoyed every inch of him, running her tongue along his length, and tracing the underside of him. She spent special attention on his head, licking and sucking it like a piece of candy. She enthusiastically lapped up the small beads of semen that appeared.

Taking him firmly in her hand, she brought her mouth onto him, then pushed him back deep in her throat until her lips grazed the root of his shaft.

“Kalliope!” Damianos groaned, and she knew that she had pleased him. She pulled her mouth off him, letting her teeth gently graze him, and then she sucked him again and again, her movements becoming faster. She could feel Damianos harden and lengthen more in her mouth and she pulled off before he could come.

She wasn’t finished with him yet.

Kalliope wrapped both hands around him, and began to jerk him off, using each hand on top of one another to increase his pleasure. At random moments she would stop, and take him deep in her mouth, before pulling off and stroking him again. Damianos was beginning to lose control and Kalliope loved seeming him unravel.

She took him back in her mouth, and furiously began moving up and down his shaft. Damianos made a strangled sound and he grabbed her hair tightly, unable to hide his loss of power anymore. He pulled her tightly to him, and Kalliope smiled coyly. She felt him jerk and twitch within her mouth and then he exploded, filling her with his thick, creamy fluids.

He tasted delicious, and she gulped down every drop, amazed at how much he emptied in her mouth. Each hot, thick spurt was like an offering of his desire for her. Finally, when she had sucked the last drop from him, she moved her mouth off his cock, and rested her lips against the inside of his thigh.

She looked up at Damianos, his eyes were wide with wonder, amazement and hunger.

“Fucking incredible,” he managed to say, before pulling Kalliope off the floor and cradling her against his chest.

Kalliope lay against his chest until his breathing returned to normal. Damianos shifted and lay Kalliope down on the bed. He sat up and looked down at her.