For the Pleasure of Men (16 page)

Clamping, her mouth shut, Kalliope felt every sensation, which was now heightened by her loss of vision. And not only that, but she was unable to make any sound. Her body thrashed on the bed as Damianos held her down and thrust his tongue deep into her slit.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb against her swollen nub as his tongue fucked her again and again...Kalliope felt herself spinning wildly out of control.

She was at the complete mercy of Damianos, and he possessed her both mentally and physically. She could only see blackness, and she was fighting a losing battle against her approaching orgasm.

“Damianos,” she begged, she knew that she wasn’t supposed to speak.

He responded only by sucking her harder, and just when Kalliope was about to give up and come...

“Argh!” she screamed, letting her orgasm crash over her like a massive tidal wave. It took control of her body, sending rolls of pleasure across her as she bucked and thrashed, her breasts bouncing violently against her chest. Her thighs trembled, and Damianos’ kept his mouth glued to her sex, lapping up her juices.

The pleasure didn’t let up, and it seemed like an eternity, before she felt her body stop shaking. She lay panting on the bed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat from the physical exhaustion of multiple orgasms.

Damianos kissed up her navel, leaving wet marks along her skin. He pulled off her blindfold and Kalliope blinked as her eyes adjusted to the flood of light.

She saw his eyes were a fierce, piercing blue and his lips were shiny with her arousal.

He kissed her hard, and Kalliope could taste herself on his tongue.

“I’ve been waiting so long to fuck you,” he said into her mouth.

Kalliope pressed her tongue into his mouth in response.

Running his hand through her soaking sex, he groaned with appreciation.

“You are more than ready for me now.”

He leaned back onto his knees and pushed Kalliope’s legs further apart. Gripping himself around the base of his cock, he gently pushed against Kalliope’s sex in teasing strokes.

Then, in one sharp thrust, he plunged into her, filling her in every way possible with his thick girth.

“Argh!” Kalliope cried, arching off the bed. She sank back down as Damianos pulled out of her and then he pushed into her once more, making sure she felt every inch of him as he stayed nestled deep within her. He let himself sit inside her, until Kalliope struggled under his weight, desperate for more of him.

Damianos gave her what she wanted.

He pushed into her with strong, powerful strokes, his hands reaching down and splaying across her belly and grabbing at her breasts.

He dropped onto his elbows, kissing her on the mouth as he bucked his hips hard against her, driving his cock into her over and over again.

Kalliope had never been so wet, and she could feel Damianos slide easily in and out of her slick pussy. He dropped his weight onto her, thrusting harder as he gripped her thighs, and pried them further apart.

Pulling out, he flipped Kalliope over to her stomach, pulled her behind up by her hips, and pushed into her pussy. Holding onto her ass, he pumped into her, squeezing at her backside, as he slid deliciously against her sensitive perineum area. He reached around and played with her clit as he slid effortlessly in and out of her tight pussy.

He reached up with his other hand and gathered all of her hair in his fist. He wrapped it twice around his wrist and gave her hair a soft yank. She cried out in surprise as her head tugged backwards.

“Yes!” Damianos gasped.

Kalliope cried out from the pleasure and pain as Damianos forcefully took her over and over.

Pulling his hand off her clit, he smacked her backside as he tugged her hair.

It was nothing like the spankings Spyro had given her, she was actually enjoying this. Kalliope moaned wantonly, desperate for Damianos to spank her again.

Her backside reddened from his slaps, and with each tug of her hair she felt herself push higher towards release.

Damianos flipped her back over, grabbed her arms and held them tightly together over her head.

Using all his force, he thrust into her, pumping into her with angry passion. Her breasts pushed against his chest as Damianos thrusted as hard as he could, knocking against her womb and making her shout with unbridled pleasure.

“Kalliope!” he cried out, his voice strangled.

He tightened his grip on her wrists, and drove into her even harder.

Kalliope lost all control, shattering into a million pieces as she came again.

Damianos came swiftly after, pumping into her two more times, before exploding within her, his pulsing cock emptied into her throbbing and clenching sex. With each pulsing release she could feel his hot, salty liquid pour into her. She relished in the feeling of being filled with his seed.

There was so much of Damianos that his semen began to leak out around his cock and down her thighs. Damianos ran his fingers in it, and smeared it down her chin and neck, across her breasts and stomach.

“You are mine,” he whispered, before pulling out and rolling off her.

They lay side by side, each trying to catch their breath.

Kalliope kept playing things over and over in her mind.

It was the most intense sex she had ever experienced.

And she wanted more.

She loved how dirty she had felt when Damianos had marked her with his fluids. There was something feral and wild about it, and Kalliope knew that their time together was only just beginning.

Damianos rolled onto his elbows so he could look at her.

“I can only think of you,” he admitted. “As I work during the day, my thoughts drift to you. As I meet with business partners, and land owners, all I can think about is coming to you at night.”

Kalliope gave him a lazy smile. This strange relationship with him was unlike anything she had ever known. She had always had rules about getting too attached to customers, even though she had crushed on a few, but she had broken every rule for Damianos.

“I can’t come to you every night, but I want to come to you as many nights as I can. Is that alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, her heart skipping a beat.

“I have more money than I know what to do with. I will give you anything you want. That is why I wanted you in this beautiful room. I know you have some gowns coming, but I want to order you more. You deserve the finest gifts.’’

Kalliope nodded tentatively. “Why are you doing all of this?” she asked, sitting up to look at him.

Damianos looked away. “Because you make me feel something that I thought was long dead inside me.”

Overcome with emotion, and feeling marvelously well fucked, Kalliope leaned in and kissed Damianos. He kissed her back and then pulled her to him.

“Let’s clean you up,” he said, leading her to the wash area.

Kalliope let him bathe her and then they curled up in her sitting room, they ate fruit and cheese, and talked about their lives. The conversation was mostly one-sided, Damianos seemed to keep his past well guarded and redirected her questions back at her.

After many hours passed, Damianos helped Kalliope dress in one of her sleep gowns.

“Priska knows that I am to be your only client tonight,” he clarified. “I’ll stay here until you fall asleep.”

Kalliope curled across Damianos’ warm chest, and gently drifted off to sleep, her body sore in the best possible way.

* * * * *

Chapter Sixteen

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“I guess you had a good night,” Elektra teased at breakfast the following morning.

Kalliope blushed, and stuffed another cherry into her mouth. The women had noticed that she'd been missing for most of the night. Though, she knew it wasn’t completely unusual for some women to spend their entire night with a regular. Usually, it was the more popular women who had this privilege.

“I wish I had a regular like Damianos,” Harmonia sighed, “I was left to fuck one of the fattest men in Athens last night.” She made a face and Kalliope giggled.

“Melina once had the most handsome regular,” Elektra said, her eyes taking on a far-away dreamy look. “He came to her at least three times a week, and they always stayed holed up in her room.”

“What happened?” Kalliope asked. She had been around long enough now to know that Melina didn’t have any clients like that.

Elektra shrugged. “Dead. Killed in battle, I think.”

Horrified, Kalliope shook her head. She had only known Damianos a short time, but she knew her world would be shattered if he disappeared from her life.

“Nice story,” Harmonia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

After breakfast, Harmonia came back to Kalliope’s suite so she could see it furnished. The women lay around talking, discussing some of Harmonia’s clients.

Priska entered the room, and both girls sat up quickly.

“A package,” Priska said dryly, placing the brown-paper wrapped package on the table. She looked around the room, shook her head and left.

“I don’t know why she doesn’t like me,” Kalliope muttered.

Harmonia scoffed. “She doesn’t like most of us. And she probably doesn’t like you because you bring in so much business and she wasn’t the one to discover you, she can't take credit.”

Kalliope nodded distractedly, and began untying the package strings.

“Damianos is too good to me,” she said quietly. It had been less than twelve hours since she had seen him, and here was a package. Harmonia watched curiously and enviously as Kalliope peeled the paper away.

Both women gasped.

An obscenely large ruby necklace sat on top of a silk peplos of a deep midnight blue.

“Kalliope! That’s ridiculous!” Harmonia whispered.

“I know,” she murmured, pulling the necklace out. “It’s strange though,” she said, handling the heavy necklace. “It doesn’t strike me as Damianos’ taste.”

Harmonia laughed. “His taste is expensive. And these gifts are just that.”

Kalliope twisted her wrist to her face, looking over the delicate emerald bracelet that was both tasteful and elegant. The ruby necklace was so large that it bordered on gaudy.

“I guess,” Kalliope said. She placed the necklace down and handled the dark peplos. It was certainly sexy, but there was also something forbidden about the dark garment. As she held out the peplos, a piece of parchment fluttered onto the bed.

Kalliope picked it up and read it.

“What is it?” Harmonia asked quickly. “You’re so pale!”

Kalliope didn’t speak, but only passed the note to Harmonia.

Dear Kalliope,

I have thought of you every night.  Here are two gifts that I have handpicked, and I hope they convey my desire for you. I find nothing more erotic than seeing red and dark blue across your skin.

Yours, Spyro

“He’s twisted,” Kalliope whispered.

“Well, what do you think he means?” Harmonia asked weakly, but both women had gotten the implied meaning of “red and dark blue” across her skin. He wasn’t referring to the gifts.

“Blood and bruises, and you know it,” Kalliope snapped, jumping off the bed and gathering the items and the note.

“What are you doing?” Harmonia asked worriedly.

“Going to find Priska!”

Kalliope hurried out of the room. “Priska?” she shouted in the hallways, not caring if she was being disrespectful.

Some of the women popped out of their rooms, curious as to what was happening.

“Priska!” she yelled again, hurrying down the hall.

“What is going on?” Priska hissed, rushing out of a room.

“This!” Kalliope said, thrusting the package in Priska’s hands. “Did you know this was from Spyro?”

Priska blanched. “No! It was delivered by a young boy.”

“I don’t want it. He’s messing with my mind! Get rid of it or return it! I don’t care what you do.”

Priska scanned the note and then looked at the necklace and garment. “I don’t see anything wrong with this.”

“Nothing wrong? He’s referring to his sick pleasure of abusing me! He likes seeing red and dark blue?” she quoted, her voice rising. “He’s not referring to the necklace and the peplos!”

Priska bristled, “Either way, you should keep the items. They are an exceptional gift. And he’s not to visit you anymore, so what does it matter?”

Kalliope gave her a look of disbelief, and stalked down the hall, leaving Priska with the items. Fuming, she went back to her room. She could not believe that Spyro had the nerve to send her such a gift after what had happened. She wished there was a way she could contact Damianos, but she knew that she would have to wait for him to visit her again.

Back in her room, she flopped down on her bed, discouraged. Who knew when Damianos would return? She knew he could not come to her every night.

She spent the rest of the day mulling over Spyro, and by the time the evening arrived, her nerves were frazzled. Would Spyro keep sending her gifts? Would he try to harm her? Clearly, he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Kalliope barely paid attention as she got ready, and when she swept into the lobby, she didn’t notice the heads turn. She looked strikingly beautiful tonight. Her dark hair was loose down her back with a braid encircling the crown of her head. She was wearing her few small pieces of jewelry and she was dressed in the deep purple peplos, which highlighted her olive skin. Though she hadn’t expected Damianos, she still felt her heart plummet to the floor when she saw he wasn’t waiting for her. Shaking her head, she cursed herself for caring too much. This was why she had a rule about not becoming too attached.

She scanned the room again looking for her first man of the evening. Something caught her eye, and she scanned back, her nerves getting the best of her.

Her breath came quick with fear when she made out the familiar dark shape of Spyro.

He caught her eye and grinned a wicked grin. He began to slowly make his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on Kalliope. She backed up instinctively, tripping over one of the men.