For the Pleasure of Men (3 page)

Kalliope had slowly been perfecting the art of teasing. She kissed up one side of his jaw and down the other side and then slowly grazed her lips against his lips without pressing firmly. Elias cried out in frustration and he grabbed Kalliope’s head with his hands and roughly pulled her towards him. He crushed his mouth to her, forcing her lips apart as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, licking every corner of her.

Kalliope gasped as Elias held her and she felt herself melting into the kiss and groaning as Elias’ probing tongue possessed her. Elias didn’t let up and Kalliope knew her lips would be swollen the following day. Kalliope grinded against Elias’ erection and she tried not to let her desperate need for Elias to show. Most men repulsed Kalliope, but Elias was one of the few men that Kalliope would sleep with for free. In fact, Kalliope herself would
pay
to sleep with Elias, he was just that good.

Finally, Elias tore himself away, leaving Kalliope desperate and upside down and she jumped up to take a step back and get a hold of herself.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“Don’t be. You’re paying for this. You get whatever you want.”

“But you were doing exactly as I asked. It’s just it’s so hard to resist you Kalliope.”

Kalliope made no move towards Elias. She looked at him in the dim light of the room and wondered what his wife was doing now. Of course she knew he came to the brothel, the wives in the village were not fools, they knew that their husbands preferred to get their pleasure outside of the home. Elias was maybe ten years older than Kalliope, and she guessed that Elias’ wife was probably five years older than herself. Kalliope couldn’t help but think that it could have been her if only her father hadn’t been so hasty to get rid of her.

Kalliope moved towards Elias. “So you can’t resist me?”

“No! You know that Kalliope! Even as a young teenager, you were breathtaking. I waited and waited for you to ripen.”

“Stop. Talking.”

Kalliope fell across Elias, and ran her hot mouth down the middle of his chest, before tracing each of his nipples with the delicate tip of her tongue. Elias groaned beneath her, but Kalliope didn’t let up as she traced the lines of his abdominal muscles. She slowly kissed up each side of his chest and then dragged her tongue down in a straight line towards his navel. She felt her own arousal growing, but she knew that Elias liked her best when she drove him wild.

She planted soft kisses south of his navel, and then along his inner thigh, carefully avoiding his erection. Elias’ soft groaning and rapid breathing let her know she was doing everything right. Elias smelled of the earth and a musky soap and she thought of Elias taking a bath. The image aroused her to the very core of her being and she nipped at the sensitive skin between his thighs as she felt herself moisten between her legs.

She felt Elias’ cock twitch against her cheek as she moved past him and she knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. She forced herself to stop kissing his perfect body, which was radiating heat, and instead she leaned up and gently undid her own belt. Her peplos fell free and she peeled it off, making sure she kept her eyes locked on Elias. She slowly lifted her arms up and tugged her gown over her head. She tossed it to the floor and shook her hair free, letting it fall softly down her back.

Elias reached out to cup her full breasts, squeezing them softly before his fingers moved towards her nipples. He tugged at her nipples, making them harden like two small stones, and Kalliope couldn’t help but moan at Elias’ skillful fingers. With Elias’ hands still holding her breasts, she bent down and slowly encased his solid cock in her mouth.

Elias cried out as he felt Kalliope sheath him. She stayed very still at first, letting Elias feel the full effect of his cock sitting in her warm, perfect mouth. Then she gently flicked her tongue against the underside of his erection. Hollowing her cheeks, she began to slide up and down his shaft, making sure she pressed her lips firmly against his root and then sucked lightly at his swollen head.

First, Kalliope worked slowly, but then she began to quicken her speed. It didn’t help that Elias was keeping a firm grip on her breasts, and she could feel the pull directly to her groin. Elias released her breasts, gripped her head, and dug his fingers into her scalp. Kalliope moaned against the warm mass in her mouth and rocked back and forth on her knees as she pleased her favorite client.

Elias tugged on her hair, making Kalliope bend to him, and she moved her mouth at a frenzied pace, using her hands to help lengthen her strokes. She pulled to Elias’ tip and sucked at his pink head, tasting the few salty drops that beaded at the top. She sucked harder and then gently blew along Elias’ erection. She felt him buck beneath her and then twitch in her mouth. Kalliope shoved his warm cock as deep into her throat as she could manage and she felt Elias jerk in her mouth, before he exploded.

Warm salty semen filled Kalliope’s throat, and she pushed him in deeper and felt the warm fluid run down her throat. Kalliope moaned against Elias’ throbbing cock and Elias yanked her head harder onto his shaft.

“Oh, Kalliope!” he cried, holding her head hostage against is body as Kalliope swallowed all he gave her. When Elias ran dry, he finally released Kalliope and she sagged against his body, resting her head against his chest. Elias absentmindedly stroked her hair as his chest heaved up and down from his powerful orgasm. Kalliope listened to his rapid heartbeat and she took a few moments to relax.

Elias would be ready to go again in mere minutes.

* * * * *

Chapter Three

* * * * *

“How was Elias?” Kassandra whispered the following afternoon.

Kalliope smiled wickedly. “My jaw hurts.”

Kassandra laughed a deep throaty laugh. “Sounds perfect.”

“If only they were all that good,” Kalliope sighed, a faraway look in her eyes.

Kassandra elbowed her. “You’re such a romantic.”

“I can’t help it.”

“It’s only going to hurt you, sweetie.”

Kalliope dragged a brush through her hair. “I know.”

“I miss Elias,” Kassandra said with a playful pout.

Now Kalliope laughed and shrugged; she couldn’t help it that now Elias only saw her. At that moment, Adelpha turned around and gave Kalliope a dirty look.

“Oh, fuck off!” Kassandra said loudly before rolling her eyes and leaving the room.

Kalliope stifled a giggle as she followed Kassandra out of the room. Adelpha jumped up and cornered Kalliope stopping her abruptly.

“What do you want?” Kalliope asked not bothering to hide her annoyance.

“You think you’re so damn special because you get the best customers,” Adelpha hissed, her eyes flashing.

“Actually, I don’t. You said that, not me. Now get the hell out of my way, Adelpha, I’m not in the mood.”

“You’re just another disposable whore like the rest of us.”

“Yeah, well at least I’m not a washed up, disposable whore,” Kalliope snapped, losing her cool as she shoved past Adelpha.

“You bitch!”

Adelpha was only a few years older than Kalliope, yet she was vain and constantly worried about her aging. Kalliope cut right to her insecurities.

“You’ll pay for that.”

“I’m so scared,” Kalliope scoffed as she moved down the hall.

“Kalliope!”

Kalliope froze and slowly turned around. Gaia was standing a few feet away, a look of disappointment on her face.

“I’m sorry, Thea Gaia, but she pushes me.”

“I know, but you mustn’t give in. She is vengeful.”

“Well, what’s said is said. I’ll have to deal with the fallout.”

“I wish you were more careful.” Gaia gave her arm a tender squeeze and moved down the hall towards her room. Kalliope felt a small pang of sadness as she thought of the little cot she used to sleep on in Gaia’s room before she became a woman of the night. There was no time for sadness however, and she hurried along the hall, trying to find Kassandra.

* * *

Two hours later, Kalliope hurried back to the living quarters so she could dress for the evening. The town was abuzz with news that a fleet of soldiers from Athens were visiting. Athens seemed so far away and glamorous from her sleepy mountain town that sat just east of Mount Olympus.

Kalliope went to her trunk and pulled out her favorite peplos, that was a mixture of yellow, lavender and red. She shrieked in horror as she saw the garment in a pile of shreds. She rifled through the trunk to pull out her white and green peplos only to see that it too, had been shredded. Frantic, she yanked out her three remaining dresses, only to see that all three of them had been shredded, too.

Tears stung her eyes, and she whirled around to see Adelpha standing in the doorway, a smug and satisfied smile on her lips. She turned on her heel and flounced out of the room.

“Pountana!” Kalliope screamed, lunging to her feet and racing after Adelpha. Adelpha hurried down the hallway, but Kalliope caught her by the hair and yanked her backwards.

“My dresses!” she screamed.

“I told you that you’d be sorry!” Adelpha cried, wrenching her hair free. Kalliope went to strike her, but Gaia jumped into the fray and grabbed Kalliope’s raised hand.

“Get out of my face, you little tsoula,” Gaia hissed at Adelpha.

Adelpha snickered. “You pay me to be a slut. It’s not an insult.”

Kalliope buried her head in Gaia’s chest once Adelphia disappeared. “My dresses,” she sobbed, “she ruined them.”

“Kalliope, I warned you to stay away. Adelpha is fire and you would have been wise to keep your distance. Come now. Let’s see what we can find you.” Gaia led her back to the room. A few of the other women had seen what happened, and some of them offered Kalliope one of their dresses. Kalliope settled on a rich blue and white peplos from one of the older women, and she got herself together before heading downstairs. It was going to be a busy night with the visiting warriors, and she needed to forget about Adelpha for now. She knew that she had the opportunity to earn a large sum of money.

Subdued, she moved into the brothel, not feeling like her usual self. She received a few calls from some familiar faces, but she felt reckless, and she moved instead towards the strangers. She settled on an older handsome man with big hands and she led him back to the stone beds.

The evening passed in a blur and Kalliope didn’t bother to count how many men she took back to the beds. Each face began to blur into the next one and she ignored the burning sensation between her legs. The brothel was not empty yet and all the women were working more than they normally did.

Kalliope stepped back into the room and decided that she should take one more customer. She surveyed the room, feeling eyes on her but not caring; she was still too upset over her ruined clothes, all of tonight's wages would go to replacing them. She closely scanned the room and a man sitting in the corner caught her eye. He was not much in terms of looks, but he had intelligent eyes and Kalliope felt a deep and strange pull towards him. She tossed back her hair and made her way towards the out-of-town visitor.

“Follow me,” she murmured. The man surveyed her and she flinched as she felt herself being appraised; she was not used to men deciding if they wanted her or not.

“Yes, you will do,” he said quietly, rising to follow Kalliope.

Intrigued, Kalliope led the way back to the beds.

“I am Kalliope.”

“Ah, beautiful voice. Do you sing?”

Kalliope was caught off guard by the question. “I used to sing. I have not done so since I began to work in the brothel.”

“And how long has that been.”

“Two years.”

Kalliope showed the man to the beds and he stood, looking at Kalliope.

“Don’t you want to lie down?” Kalliope asked, batting her eyelashes.

“No.”

Kalliope tried not to be discouraged. “What would you like then?”

“I want you to follow my orders.”

“Of course.” Kalliope dropped her gaze and waited for the man to tell her what to do. Some men were like this and preferred to be in control.

“Take off your clothes.”

Kalliope obeyed, pulling off her belt and dress until she stood naked before the man. The man pulled something out of his pocket and Kalliope looked at it curiously. It was a thin black leather strap.

The man moved behind her and fastened it around her neck.

It was odd, but Kalliope did not complain.

“Do you have a name?” she asked suddenly, realizing the man had not introduced himself. Kalliope like to use client’s names when she fucked them.

“You can call me, Kyrie.”

Kalliope thought it was strange that the man wanted to be called sir, but she went along with it, nonetheless.

“Yes, Kyrie.”

The man walked over to Kalliope’s discarded belt and picked it up. He ran his hands along it, and Kalliope watched as he gave an involuntary shudder as if highly aroused.

“Kneel on the bed,” he instructed.

Kalliope obeyed, kneeling on the hard stone, her buttocks high in the air.

“Have you ever been spanked?” the man breathed.

Again, Kalliope was surprised.

“No.”

“I am going to spank you. It will hurt, but I promise you it will feel good if you don’t fight it. Welcome the pain.”

Kalliope shifted nervously; she didn’t like the sound of this.

She felt the man move behind her and she shivered from her arousal mixed with her fear of the unknown. She felt a small rush of air as the man pulled his hand back and then the rope hit her behind and she cried out from the sting of pain.

“Argh!” the man cried as he hit her.

Kalliope tried to wrap her head around the sensation and barely had time to think before a second spank came.

“Ah!” she cried out, rocking on her hands and knees. The man caressed her behind, rubbing her tenderly as he slid his fingers towards her wet sex. Kalliope moaned from arousal and she felt the pain melting away as her desire won over.

“You like it,” he groaned.