For the Pleasure of Men (14 page)

Her strangled cry of surprise only made Spyro laugh, and her body stiffened as he buried his face between her ass. His tongue licked at her pussy, yet it kept moving higher until he was tracing circles on her ass. It felt so amazing, and Kalliope cried out in anger at her own sick pleasure.

Spyro continued to lick her, inching closer and closer to her forbidden entry. Kalliope froze when she felt him lick the puckered skin around her anus.

“No!” she begged.

Spyro ignored her, pushing his tongue into her anus, as his fingers pushed against her clit.

The sensation was illicit and sinful...Kalliope wished that it were Damianos who was exploring these nasty places on her body.

“And now for the main event,” came Spyro’s cold voice in her ear. Kalliope barely had time to think before Spyro was slipping his thick cock along her underside and into her pussy.

“Agh!” Kalliope cried out, feeling Spyro possess her. He cried out with lust, driving into her with the force of an animal. He leaned over her back, fucking her hard and furiously, his groaning loud and rough in her ear.

Kalliope focused on the emerald bracelet around her wrist, a gift from Damianos. She was desperate for Spyro to finish with her. She could hate herself later for enjoying Spyro’s sick fucking. She was so busy trying to ignore what was happening with Spyro that she didn’t realize that he had pulled out and was sliding his fingers in her juices and running them up to her anus.

“What are you doing?” she asked, feeling the panic rise within her.

Spyro said nothing, but continued to wet her behind. He moved his body against her backside, and pushed the tip of his swollen cock against her opening.

“No! Please don’t do this!”

“You’ll love it,” he promised, pushing himself in just a little bit.

The sensation was all-wrong and Kalliope tried to fight it, her muscles instinctively clenching.

“Relax,” he ordered, stroking her delicate skin.

Kalliope obeyed, she forced her body to relax, she knew it would be easier that way. Still Spyro pushed in further, giving her no time to adjust to the size of his immense member. There was so much pressure...Kalliope rocked on her knees, trying to absorb the uncomfortable feeling. She felt herself stretch and tighten and she cried out in pain. Spyro didn’t seem at all phased by her objections, and pushed in even deeper.

He slid carefully in and out, taking on a steady rhythm. Kalliope felt her body begin to loosen and relax around his cock. Spyro reached around, and began to rub her clitoris.

The sensation went from horrible and uncomfortable pain to amazing pleasure.

Kalliope knew that she wanted Spyro to stop, but it just felt so good that she moaned again and again. Spyro began to pump in fast, small strokes, and Kalliope knew that she wouldn’t be able to control herself again. The clitoral stimulation coupled with the taboo entry was going to send her over the edge.

Sure enough, she came again, crying out from the wildly intense orgasm. She shook, and moments later she felt Spyro grab her ass and explode within her. She could feel every jerk and spurt as he filled her with his hot semen. Her anal muscles clenched together, forcing Spyro and his fluids from her body.

Kalliope felt a wave of relief wash over her, she was grateful that the ordeal was over. Spyro pulled his arm back and brought his hand crashing down on her ass, a loud slapping sound filled the room as he made contact with her behind. She cried out in shock and pain, yet Spyro hit her again. While it may have been pleasurable before she reached her orgasm, it wasn’t now. Kalliope begged for Spyro to stop. He hit her again and again, before rolling her over on to her back.

Her head was dizzy with pain, and her backside stung as she rolled over onto the raw skin.

“I know you like it!” Spyro rasped. Even though he had ejaculated, he was still hard, and he easily pushed himself into Kalliope who was now slick with her own juices and his semen.

“I have another treat for you,” Spyro sneered and his hands circled Kalliope’s throat.

Kalliope screamed, pulling at her restraints, unable to stop Spyro. She could feel her air supply lessening and she was gripped with fear.

“Stop,” she wheezed.

“It intensifies everything, doesn’t it?” Spyro whispered.

Kalliope wanted to shake her head, but she was afraid to use the energy. She was beginning to see black spots, and she could hear the strangled noises coming from her throat.

Just when Kalliope thought she was going to pass out, Spyro pulled out of her and released her. Coughing and choking, Kalliope gulped for air, feeling the sobs building within her.

Spyro stood up slowly, not looking at her as he dressed in his cloak. Once he was dressed again, he reached mechanically over her and untied the rope from her wrists. Kalliope cried out with relief as she rubbed her bruised and cut wrists. Looking at her with cold and calculating eyes, Spyro fastened the rope around his waist.

“I don’t know who you think you are,” he hissed, “But someone needs to put you in your place.”

Kalliope blinked, still reeling from the experience and confused by Spyro’s words.

“You just showed up here and waltzed in with your pretty voice and dark curls. You think you’re special because so many men like you. You earned this fancy room in record time, and you have the most respected man in all of Athens at your feet.”

Kalliope was confused. Most respected? Who was Spyro referring to? Surely, not himself.

“You need a reminder of how this world really works,” Spyro hissed. “And you better watch yourself with Damianos. He may suddenly find his revered status in question if I let it slip that he’s smitten with a whore like you. He'll drop you in a second to protect his name.”

He
was
referring to Damianos.

Spyro tossed a bag of coins on the bed.

“Take care of your pretty little body,” he jeered, sauntering out of the room.

Once he was gone, Kalliope tucked herself into a ball, and cried, letting everything out.

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, but at some point Priska came in search of her. She heard Priska gasp and then she was beside her, cursing Spyro as she inspected Kalliope's body.

“Damianos is going to have my head,” she moaned to herself.

Harmonia showed up in the doorway.

“Quick! Get a man from the lobby. I need help!” Priska ordered. She gently sat Kalliope up and pulled her peplos down over her body.

“We’re going to get you to the healer.”

Shocked and reeling, Kalliope nodded. Moments later Orestes came barreling into the room.

“What the hell happened?” he shouted at Priska.

“Spyro,” she said helplessly.

Harmonia was on Orestes’ heels. “You knew!” she accused Priska. “He did this before! And you still let him see her.”

Orestes scooped Kalliope up into his arms, and wheeled around to face Priska, towering over her.

“You knew?” he whispered, his voice threatening.

Priska shrunk back towards the wall. “He’s always rough with new girls. I didn’t’ think it would happen again.”

“He was more than rough!” Harmonia yelled.

“This isn’t finished,” Orestes promised, hurrying out of the room with Kalliope in his arms.

* * *

Kalliope stirred in bed, sensing that something was amiss in her room. It was dark and she realized that it was early morning. It had been late in the evening when Orestes had hurried her to Aella, and even later when he brought her back to her room.

Aella had cleaned her up, and gave her ointments and potions for her cuts and bruises. Aella hadn’t hid her fury with Priska, and Orestes had been more than verbal about his anger.

Damianos!

In her hazy state, thanks to the potions Aella fed her, Kalliope had begged for Orestes to find Damianos.

Kalliope sat up and she made out the dark figure in her room. He was at her bedside instantly.

“I’m here, Kalliope,” he breathed.

Kalliope sank in relief against the bed. She wasn’t sure if Orestes was actually going to fetch Damianos, and even less certain that Damianos would come.

After all, she was nothing more than a whore, and Damianos was an esteemed gentleman of Athens.

“I wasn’t sure that you would come,” she said honestly, her voice groggy.

“Of course, I would come,” he said, smoothing her hair. “It’s early morning. You need more rest.”

There was no arguing by the tone of his voice, and Kalliope was happy to go back to sleep. She lay back down on the bed, snuggling against Damianos’ strong body. She easily drifted back to sleep.

* * * * *

Chapter Fourteen

* * * * *

When Kalliope woke again, the filtered sunlight had made its way into her room, and she rolled over, wincing at the pain. Her throat hurt and she knew that was from Spyro trying to strangle her.

Damianos was no longer sitting next to her, and she looked around, worried that he had left. He was standing in the corner, his body rigid and his eyes dark and stormy.

“Damianos?” Her voice was unsure and tentative. “Are you angry with me?”

His face turned pained and then softened.

“No, of course not,” he breathed, hurrying to her.

“Damianos, Spyro threatened to ruin you. To expose us and say that you were smitten with a whore.”

Damianos made a low growl in his throat. “That snake is probably hiding from me right now, cowering in that dirty hole of his!” He seemed to calm himself and turned back to Kalliope.

“I brought you breakfast,” he said, picking up the tray from the table and placing it on the bed. There were fresh cherries and melon, along with bread and a boiled egg. A large mug of juice sat on the tray too.

“Thank you,” she said, sitting up and digging into the food.

“I spoke with Aella, and you will recover completely. It will take a few days.” A remorseful look crossed his face. “I’m afraid that I have to leave you now. I wanted to wait until you woke up though, to say goodbye.”

Kalliope knew she shouldn’t be upset, but she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Of course, Damianos could not spend his entire day below the ground at Hera Selene.

She looked down at her hands and nodded. Damianos came to her and tilted her chin up.

“I let him get away the first time, but he will pay for this time. And he doesn’t frighten me.”

He gave her a soft kiss. “I will come to you soon,” he promised.

Kalliope watched him go, and with a heavy heart she finished her breakfast. She was starting to care for Damianos more than she should.

And she knew that would get her nowhere. She was a prostitute, plain and simple.

Kalliope spent the rest of the day in bed, and Harmonia and Elektra spent much of the day at her side while other visitors, including Melina came by for brief visits.

“Everyone is so angry at Priska,” Harmonia whispered.

Elektra laughed and nodded in agreement.

“Why? No one knew he was going to do it again. I don’t blame her,” Kalliope said honestly. She had been thinking about it for most of the day. There was no one to blame except Spyro.

As evening drew closer, the women had to leave to get ready for the night, and Kalliope sat alone in her room, dozing in and out of sleep. Aella’s treatments seemed to be working, and she was grateful. Just before the lobby opened to the customers, Priska came in quietly.

“How are you?” she asked, standing near the bed.

“I’m fine. I don’t blame you, Priska.”

Priska sighed, wiping her hands on her dress. “Everyone else does,” she said matter-of-factly, “Of course I had no idea he would do this to you.”

“I know.”

“I can promise you that Spyro will no longer be allowed to see you as a customer.”

Thoughtful, Kalliope nodded. “Thank you.” She was disappointed that Spyro would still be allowed to visit Hera Selene, but Priska was a business woman after all, and Spyro paid very well.

“Of course Damianos nearly had a fit when I said he could return as a paying customer, but what am I supposed to do? He is one of our best customers. I’m not quite sure why he has taken a sick liking to you.” She sighed again. “I have made a deal with Damianos to ensure that you are more comfortable.”

This caught Kalliope’s interest and she looked up to meet Priska's gaze. Priska’s face was twisted in distaste, and Kalliope was even more curious now as to what Damianos had arranged on her behalf.

“Of course you are very beautiful and sweet,” Priska continued, “But I really can’t see what the fuss is all about,” she puffed, “All the men asking for you. Spyro and his sick things and Damianos falling all over you as if you were an empress.” She shook her head in disbelief.

“What is the deal?” Kalliope asked.

She was uninterested in Priska’s feelings for her, although admittedly, Kalliope also couldn’t quite understand why she had gotten so much attention at Hera Selene.

“You are moving to a bigger suite. Damianos thinks it will be more comfortable and he wants to be one of your regulars...Well more than a regular actually. He has never done this before for a client. He has had favorites, but never has he shown this much interest in a woman.”

Kalliope wasn’t sure she heard right. “A bigger suite?”

“Yes. Are you deaf?” Priska snapped, clearly agitated at the thought. “We will move you tomorrow. I’ve already spoken to Melina, who will speak to Stelios on your behalf. We will make sure you have enough furnishing for such a space.”

“What does a regular mean?” Kalliope asked, suddenly remembering Priska’s use of the word.

Priska wrung her hands and then looked Kalliope straight in the eyes. “A favorite. That means he wants to visit you and only you when he comes here. He wants priority. If he wants to keep you for the entire night, he can.”

“Like a concubine?” Kalliope asked confused. Her understanding of the word meant exclusivity.

“Not quite. You will still be allowed to sleep with other men.” Priska paused.

Whether she wanted that or not, Kalliope still wasn’t sure. Priska hurried off to prepare for the evening and Kalliope was left alone with her thoughts.