For the Pleasure of Men (15 page)

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The following morning, Melina stopped by to update Kalliope on the status of the furniture arrangements.

"So Stelios has agreed to provide you with any furnishings you desire," she said.

“Did he say how much it would cost?” Kalliope asked, walking over to where she kept her money. She felt much better today, and her bruises were no longer an angry purple. She hoped to be nearly back to normal by the next day.

Melina reached out to stop her. “Damianos is covering all of it. There is no cost to you.”

Kalliope laughed. Of course, Damianos had paid for everything.

“Your new suite is lovely. Do you want to see it?” Melina asked.

“Yes!”

She followed Melina to the hall where her room was located. Melina led her into a spacious suite.

Kalliope walked around her new suite of rooms in utter disbelief, there was no way this was hers now. There were four rooms in all. Kalliope decided that she could make two bedrooms: a personal one for herself, and a bedroom for her clients. Then she could turn one room into a sitting room, and the final room into a dining room.

It was luxury she had never dreamed of.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Melina whispered, squeezing Kalliope’s arm.

Too stunned to speak, Kalliope only nodded her head in agreement.

It was spectacular.

Melina left Kalliope, and as she was wandering around the rooms, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Very nice set of rooms here.”

She turned around to see Stelios. He smiled kindly, and slowly walked about the room.

“My men are bringing your furniture from your old room, and we have more furniture to add. I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of selecting the pieces.”

“No, not at all. I appreciate it, very much,” she said.

Stelios’ workers entered the room, setting up her furniture. They brought in an additional chaise and chair for her sitting room, as well as a lovely table and chairs for her dining area. Kalliope was expecting another bedroom set to be brought in, but instead the men brought in a tall mirror, washbasin, clothing racks and a dresser.

“I don’t understand,” Kalliope said. “I was expecting another bedroom.”

“Ah, yes. We were told that another bedroom would not be necessary. Instead, we have set up for you to have a closet and wash area.”

“Who told you that?” Kalliope asked. Could it have been Melina? Priska?

Stelios gave her a tight smile. “You have a well-paying customer here,” he explained, motioning around to the fine furniture. “I think he must want to keep you all to himself.” He winked before bowing and leaving Kalliope in the midst of her new home.

Kalliope sank down onto her new chaise. Did that mean that Damianos specified that she not have an additional bedroom? That surprised her. Did Damianos plan on keeping her all to himself? Was he even allowed to do that?

She spent the rest of the day going about her room, and rearranging her few belongings. It felt unnatural to have so much space all to herself. She walked over to her new mirror and looked at her reflection. The markings on her neck looked as awful as they felt.
Spyro is a fucking bastard
, she thought to herself.

She ran her hands over her old gowns and thought about the new peploses that were arriving in the next few days. Kalliope thought of Gaia and wondered what Gaia would think if she saw her now.

Would she be proud? Appalled? Shocked?

Lonely, and craving companionship, Kalliope climbed into bed and fell asleep, she would need a nap to prepare for this evening.

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Chapter Fifteen

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At last, Kalliope was allowed to return to the courtyard where the clients gathered. She was excited to have something to do again. Drifting aimlessly about for the past few days had been torturous, not to mention she missed Damianos dreadfully. She no way of knowing when he would come to Hera Selene again, but she certainly hoped it would be soon.

Dressed in Gaia’s mother’s finest peplos, with her hair loose and around her shoulders, she made her way into the lobby. She looked around, and her heart fell when Damianos was nowhere in sight. Instead of taking a man immediately, she decided to move to her familiar corner and entertain the men with a song.

A small crowd gathered, and many men said how happy they were to see her again.

Kalliope sang two songs and then decided that she needed to settle on a client.  Just as she was about to make her way towards a handsome scholar, she saw a tall and familiar figure push through the crowds.

Her heart leapt.

It was Damianos.

He had eyes only for her, and he moved swiftly towards her, as if guided by an unseen force. Trance-like, Kalliope moved towards him too, and Damianos grabbed her hand, clasping it tightly in his.

“Kalliope.”

The word was a prayer.

Kalliope said nothing. She grasped his hand tighter, and silently turned around, leading him to her room. They moved down the new hallway, and Kalliope knew that Damianos could not be surprised since he had ordered the move and purchased the furniture.

The electricity between them was palpable and Kalliope wondered how anyone could resist such a pull to another human being.

Once inside her new room, Damianos grabbed her roughly, though it was erotic, not painful, and pushed her against the bedpost.

“I’ve longed for you,” he groaned into her mouth, kissing her with ferocity.

Kalliope moaned into his mouth, kissing him back just as eagerly, as she devoured him.

“What have you done to me, Kalliope?” he gasped, pulling back and clasping her face to look at her.

He kissed her again, moving across her jaw line and over to her neck, before kissing up to her earlobe. He took her lobe gently between his teeth and bit softly into the fleshy skin. Kalliope moaned, steadying herself against his muscular body. 

“You remembered,” he whispered, running his hands over her hair. He grazed the ends of her strands, and then let his hands move further south, circling her behind and squeezing it firmly. Kalliope was relieved that it felt completely pleasurable. Her bruises from Spyro had already begun to heal.

Keeping her pressed against the frame, Damianos worked on her belt, pulling it free and tossing it on the bed. He cupped her breasts through her cloak, massaging them as he groaned with desire.

Bringing his mouth to her neck, he kissed down her throat until he reached her collarbone. Trailing his mouth across her skin, he moved his hands up her arms and around each sleeve of her peplos. He pushed the material off her shoulders, and then down her arms.

He gently tugged the material over her breasts, he made a sound deep in his throat as Kalliope’s full breasts came into sight. He brought his head down to her breasts, tracing her nipples with his tongue, and flicking his tongue against her sensitive nubs. He took her nipple into his mouth, pulling it slightly between his teeth, making Kalliope’s knees go weak.

She could feel everything pull directly to her groin.

Kalliope looked down at Damianos, her breath catching in her throat from the erotic show before her. Damianos groaned again and again as he sucked her breasts and forced her tiny tipples to ripen and peak in his mouth.

Running her nails through his hair, Kalliope tilted her head back and closed her eyes, the feeling was so exquisite that she knew she was already wet and ready for Damianos.

The build up had been long enough. She needed Damianos to fuck her.

Still focused on her breasts, Damianos pulled her dress completely down until it landed in a soft and colorful pile at her feet. Nude, besides her jewelry and sandals, Kalliope felt wanton and horny, her body open and ready for Damianos to use any way he wanted.

Hungrily, he ran his hands across the smooth of her belly, and along her creamy thighs, making sure to keep his fingers just out of reach of her aching sex. His hands glided across her hips, and dug into the flesh of her backside, pulling Kalliope to him, her sex fitting against the hard mass between his legs.

“Oh!” Kalliope gasped as she felt Damianos’ cock press through his cloak and against her sex. Desperate for more stimulation, she began to grind against Damianos.

“Eager are we?” he chuckled, gently pushing her hips away from him. Kalliope pouted, and instead ran her hands over her own breasts, making Damianos’ eyes widen as he watched her fondle herself.

“Do you like touching yourself?” he breathed.

Kalliope nodded and moaned, pinching her nipples between her own two fingers.

“Sit on the bed.”

Excited from his fist order, Kalliope sat down, nearly panting for more.

Damianos kneeled beside her, pulling her calf towards him, and running his tongue up and down her skin, making her shudder with delight. With exaggerated slowness, he unlaced her sandal, and carelessly tossed it on the floor. He placed her foot down and moved towards her other leg, performing the same routine.

Once her shoes had been removed, Damianos stood up and pushed Kalliope flat on the bed. He spread her legs and moved between them, towering over Kalliope. He swiftly undid his belt and tossed it on the floor, his eyes never leaving Kalliope’s face. He yanked his cloak off and tossed that to the floor as well.

Kalliope squirmed on the bed.

Damianos was all business, and his lust for her was burning behind his bright blue eyes.

Kalliope drank in every glorious detail of Damianos’ naked body. The thickness of his biceps, and the veins that ran down the inside of his forearms. The broadness of his chest, and the flat muscles of his stomach. He had a dark treasure trail from his navel to his groin, and Kalliope’s eyes moved down until they rested on her favorite part of his body.

His cock was long and thick, with a swollen pink head. It looked absolutely divine and she salivated at the thought of taking him in her mouth. She remembered how thick and warm he felt in her mouth, and how she had licked every inch of him before hollowing her cheeks and working his shaft.

As she looked at his lean and muscular legs, she imagined what it would be like to have Damianos use them to thrust inside of her, taking her with powerful strokes.

“You want me.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement, and Kalliope nodded all-too eagerly. There was no hiding her feelings.

“Touch yourself. I want to see your hands all over your pussy.”

Kalliope obeyed, sliding her hands down her stomach. She spread herself open with one hand, and allowed her other hand to caress her sex.

Riveted, Damianos’ hand automatically moved to his cock, and he stroked himself in long, slow motions as he watched Kalliope masturbate.

“Rub your clit,” he ordered.

Kalliope obeyed, using two fingers to stroke herself. She moved her hands quickly against her body and she closed her eyes and moaned softly, feeling her loss of control as Damianos dictated her movements.

“Slide one finger into your pussy,” he croaked.

Again, Kalliope followed his order, sliding her one finger deep within herself.

Oh, yes.

She was sopping wet for him.

She pushed her finger in and out, and she opened her eyes so she could look directly at Damianos. She was going to give him exactly what he wanted.

“Two fingers.”

His voice was barely a whisper, and Kalliope pulled her finger out and then displayed two fingers for Damianos to see. She then pushed those two fingers inside herself, and bit her lip to stifle the moan of pleasure. She looked to see Damianos stroking himself faster.

“Three.”

Kalliope had never tried three fingers before, but she didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. She pushed three of her fingers into her tight, warm and pussy and this time she couldn’t help the loud cry that erupted from her throat.

“Yes, Kalliope,” he panted, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he stroked himself faster. “You love it, don’t you? I know how much you like it. I know how badly you want me to tell you want to do. You like following my orders, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she cried out, her body writhing in her frenzied state, her nerve endings firing out of control, “I love it!”

“Come!” he barked.

Kalliope fell over the brink, bucking and shaking uncontrollably as her fingers rubbed fast against her clit. Damianos dived on top of her, burying his face deep in her pussy and she screamed from the overload of sensations.

His lips and tongue were everywhere and Kalliope came harder, trembling wildly as she cried Damianos’ name again and again. Her orgasm ebbed and flowed, and finally she was only panting softly, her chest rising and falling, as she squirmed from the insistent licking of Damianos’ tongue.

“No more,” she gasped, “I need a minute.”

“No.”

Kalliope grabbed at the sheets, and twisted on the bed as she tried to absorb the pleasure. Her sex was so sensitive, but she was learning now, and she knew that Damianos didn’t care; he was going to make her come again.

She let go, and allowed herself to feel Damianos all over her. His hands slid between her legs, pushing and opening, pulling and tugging, while his mouth moved all over her. The onslaught of his fingers, lips and tongue was nearly more than she could take, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before Damianos made her come again.

Damianos pulled off her and Kalliope cried out in surprise. He reached down into his cloak, and pulled out a scrap of material from his pocket.

“I don’t want you to see this,” he explained.

He moved to her head, and wrapped the material around her eyes, knotting it in the back.

Kalliope’s world had gone dark, and she opened her mouth to protest. Damianos was too quick, and he laid his finger against her mouth.

“No sound.”

No sound at all? Was she allowed to moan?

Damianos moved back to her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth, and holding her tightly there. Kalliope cried out and moaned loudly.

“No sound,” he repeated.