A Reluctant Courtesan (Harem Masters #1) (Harem Masters Series) (3 page)

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.

* * *

“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.

“Yes!” Kalliope cried out.

“Yes,
sir
,” he corrected.

“Yes, Kyrie.”

Kalliope reached behind her, wanting to grasp the man but
instead he pushed her hand away and spanked her again on her left buttock.
Kalliope yelped, but the man was quick to soothe her, caressing her and
squeezing her, as his hand slid deliciously south, his fingers pushing into the
soft, pink flesh between her legs.

Kalliope moaned desperately, pushing her ass towards the
man. The man chuckled darkly before hitting her again and swiftly pushing his
fingers back into her warm pussy.

Kalliope clenched her muscles around the man’s strong
fingers, begging him with her body to stay inside her. The foreign stranger
obliged, pushing his two fingers into her once, twice and then a third time as
he rubbed against her soft, spongy spot.

Kalliope had never experienced a man take charge of her body
in such a way and she found herself enjoying the surrender and loss of control.
She was used to running things, and this was a new experience.

The man brushed against her outer lips, swollen with her
desire, and he pushed the pad of his thumb against Kalliope’s nub. Kalliope
moaned wantonly and the man increased his pressure as he began rubbing her
clit.

Kalliope could feel the orgasm building within her and she
lost her inhibitions, tossing her hair to the side as her body climbed towards
her release. Just as she was about to come, the man pulled his hand away from
her and struck her again.