For the Pleasure of Men (6 page)

“Yes.” Kalliope thought of Orestes’ unusual ways.

“Please. Be specific.”

Kalliope swallowed. “He hit me. On my behind. He also wanted me to call him sir. And...and he tied my wrists together with my belt.”

“Those are just some of our practices here. Our men like to dominate, and we submit to them. We love to serve them. We get off on following their every wish. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

Melina smiled. “I like you, Kalliope. I know that Priska does not think highly of you, but I see your potential. I think the men will take to you. Especially if Orestes went through all the trouble to bring you here.” Her face clouded only slightly when she mentioned Orestes and then she stood to leave. “Get some rest today. Eat a hot meal and think about how you will entertain the men tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Melina. I appreciate you speaking with me, and I hope it’s alright if I come to you with any questions.”

“Of course. I’d be happy to help you wherever I can. I’ve been here for nearly fifteen years.” And with that Melina disappeared around the curtain.

Kalliope sank back down on the mattress. Even though it was hardly time for supper, it had been a long day. She could hear the other women outside her room as they went to the dining room and prepared for their evening of men.

Too tired to eat and too homesick to care, Kalliope lay down on her mattress and fell fast asleep.

* * *

Kalliope awoke the next morning confused, she wondered if she was still on the boat. She realized that she wasn’t rocking, and then remembered that she was in her new room in her new home of Hera Selene. She sat up and rubbed at her eyes, wondering what time it was. She drifted out of her room and towards the courtyard. A small bit of light was coming through the oculus, so she figured it was early morning. The entire brothel was sleeping quietly, Kalliope assumed many of the women had probably been up for most of the night. It seemed like ages ago when she herself was up late, pleasing men and working alongside Kassandra and Gaia. Done feeling sorry for herself, she hurried back to her room.

Tonight was her first night at the new brothel and she knew she needed to make a good impression. Ever since she saw Melina’s room last night, she couldn’t ignore the hungry feeling within her. It wasn’t appetite, and it wasn’t desire. Kalliope could only assume it was ambition. She wanted her own private suite of rooms just like some of the other women. Two days ago, Kalliope wouldn’t have believed that she could aspire to more as a prostitute; but here at Hera Selene, she had opportunities that she never dreamed of for herself.

She dressed in one of her regular dresses, and made her way out for the morning. She quietly wandered the brothel, familiarizing herself with her new home and trying to remember where everything was located. She decided to spend the better part of the afternoon working on her hair, trying to emulate the sophisticated styles she had seen so far. While her hair had been pretty at Gaia’s, her styles were somewhat rustic. She wanted a more sophisticated look.

The day passed quickly, and Kalliope spoke to a few women who seemed somewhat aloof. She hoped to make friends eventually, but she needed to keep her mind on being the best submissive lover she could be.

She dressed in one of Gaia’s dresses, the fine material flowed in a beautiful cascade of pink and purple shades. Her hair was arranged into soft waves with a simple braid across the crown of her hairline. She made her way to the courtyard and Priska looked at her with a curt nod of approval.

“That will do,” she said.

Kalliope was happy to see the surprise in Priska's face.

Kalliope took a deep breath and sashayed out into the courtyard. The room was filled with handsome and finely dressed men. Kalliope smiled at some of the men and went to a small corner of the courtyard.

She opened her mouth and quietly began to sing. She had practiced earlier in the baths. At first she was shaky, and she felt her nerves getting the better of her, but a handsome young soldier nearby smiled at her, and she felt her reservations melt away. She began to sing louder, her melodious voice drifted across the room and soon a few men had made their way towards her.

“Who is she?” one asked.

“She must be new.”

“She’s lovely.”

When Kalliope finished her song, a small crowd had gathered, and a handful of men applauded.

“That was beautiful,” a striking man said, holding his arm out to Kalliope. She smiled seductively and took his arm.

“Thank you.”

“I have not seen you before. I’m Kreios.”

“Kalliope. I just arrived yesterday.”

“Ahh,” Kreios said, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “So you do not have any customers yet?”

“No.”

Kreios’ breath seemed to catch and his excitement was palpable. “Please. May I be your first?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much.” Taking Kreios by the arm, she guided him towards the hallway of vacant rooms. Kreios walked swiftly behind her, his fingers grazing her bare arm.

Once in the room, Kalliope was able to get a good look at Kreios. He was tall and dark, with long curly hair to his shoulders. He was slightly older, and Kalliope wondered if he had a family. He wasn’t dressed as a soldier, which made Kalliope think he was some sort of nobleman.

“What do you do, Kreios?’ she murmured, as she helped him sit down and kneeled before him. Kreios watched her with dark eyes, and Kalliope slowly slid his sandals off his feet.

“I own many slaves,” he breathed, “and dabble in many businesses.”

“And none of those slaves can satisfy your needs?” she asked coyly, slowly climbing into his lap.

“No,” he said hoarsely, “they cannot.”

“What a shame,” she whispered. She leaned in to kiss him, but he quickly pushed her away, and stood above her. Kalliope lay on the bed, looking up at him with big eyes.

“You kiss me when I allow it,” he said sternly. Kalliope bit her lip and nodded. Kreios kneeled down and all traces of hardness were gone. “Kalliope,” he murmured, cupping her cheek with his hand. “Now I will kiss you.”

Kalliope obliged, gently parting her lips as Kreios moved his mouth against her own. His breath was warm on her skin and he tasted of wine. The kiss started slow and steady, and Kreios’ lips felt strong and powerful against hers. It was clear that he was in charge. Kalliope followed his lead, letting Kreios slide his tongue into her mouth.

The kiss became more urgent, and Kreios moved his hand under her dress, his fingers grazing the bare skin hidden beneath her peplos. With eager hands, he pulled at her undergarments, and Kalliope felt the material slide down her legs as Kreios’ hungry hands slid up her thighs.

His fingers moved across her sex, and he groaned as he brushed against her tender pussy. Kalliope wanted desperately to please her first customer in her new home. She reached down to touch him, but Kreios pushed her hand away.

“You wait for my instruction,” he said softly.

Kalliope leaned back and let Kreios fondle her. His fingers rubbed at her outer lips, circling her delicate skin, before they moved toward her clit. Kalliope moaned softly as Kreios pressed against her clit, rubbing her firmly with two fingers. He continued to rub her as his other hand traveled up her body, and slid into the open arm of her dress. His roaming hand found her breasts, and squeezed tightly, making Kalliope cry out with surprise and pleasure.

Kreios groaned, then stood up quickly. Confused, Kalliope looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he said gruffly, “I’m ready for you to follow my instructions.”

Kalliope waited patiently.

“Stand up and move to the corner,” he ordered, pointing to the back of the room. Kalliope nodded, and adjusted her dress as she moved to the corner of the room. “Sit with your back to me, facing the wall.”

Kalliope did as she was told. She was nervous, yet there was a strange, simmering feeling in her stomach. It was anticipation. She was excited to see what Kreios would ask of her next. She felt him move behind her, and she could feel his presence mere inches from her.

“You do not look at me again until I tell you, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You do not speak now, until spoken to.”

Kalliope only nodded this time, hoping she could keep everything straight in her mind. She cast her eyes downwards and clamped her mouth shut.

Kreios moved his hands and rested them on her head. He slowly touched her hair, groaning as he pushed his groin against the back of her head. Kalliope felt his erection through his cloak, hard and firm, pressing into the back of her head. Kreios rubbed his cock along her head, until he pulled back and moved his hands against her shoulders, gently massaging her.

Kreios slowly circled her, and she could feel his eyes on her as he moved directly in front of her. Kreios moved his cock towards Kalliope’s face, and she watched as the bulge in his garment drew closer. In one swift movement, Kreios swept his garment to the side, and Kalliope saw him in all his solid glory.

“Take me in your mouth.”

Kalliope obeyed, opening her mouth as Kreios filled her with every inch of his thick cock. Kalliope started off slowly, sucking and licking at the meaty rod filling her mouth. Kreios reached down and gripped her head.

“Stay still.”

With long, slow, languid thrusts, he fucked her mouth, pushing himself deep into the back of her throat, before he pulled out and repeated the process. Kalliope sat, immobilized, as Kreios had his way with her mouth. He began to thrust faster, holding her head tighter as he pushed in and out of her mouth. His breath was hot and ragged and Kalliope felt him twitch against her.

Seconds later Kreios cried out, the sound a mixture of lust and relief, as he emptied himself in Kalliope’s mouth. Kalliope gagged on his thick semen as it spurted in thick, hot torrents. She gulped it down, making sure she got very drop. Kreios was still hard as he lazily fucked her mouth, reveling in his post-orgasm bliss.

He knelt down before her and took her head into his hands.

Kalliope averted her eyes.

“Look at me, Kalliope.”

Slowly, she slid her eyes up to him.

“Your mouth felt like heaven. I am pleased.”

Kalliope nodded and looked down again. Kreios righted himself, and Kalliope kept her eyes trained on his waist. Suddenly his cloak dropped to the ground, and Kalliope watched as his thick hand moved to his semi-hard cock and began stroking it. To her surprise, it began to harden again.

Kreios groaned. “Kalliope, I’m getting hard for you again.”

He lay down on his back on the bed and motioned for Kalliope to stand.

“Take off your dress.”

Kalliope slowly undid her belt and pulled the shoulder of her peplos down. Her breasts fell free, and the material gathered at her waist. She gently tugged the material over her hips and it fell in a soft puddle on the floor. She stepped out of the dress and stood before Kreios, naked except for her gold necklace.

“Sit your pussy on my face,” he ordered, “With your hands against the wall.” Kalliope froze for a minute, unsure of how to proceed. She had never done this before.

“Now!”

Kalliope quickly climbed onto the bed, straddling Kreios’ face. She lowered herself until her pussy was resting directly on top of him.

“Mmmm,” he murmured, snaking his hands between her thighs and spreading her open like a flower.

Kalliope moaned and her hands flew up as she steadied herself against the wall. She had never found herself in such an intimate position before. She could feel Kreios’ nose poking against her clit and she had to admit that this felt beyond sinful. Kreios was leading her down a deviant path she could never have imagined on her own.

With expert fingers, Kreios began stroking her moist opening, his fingers teasing her entry. Kalliope moaned, her voice high and needy as she writhed on top of Kreios’ face.

Teasing her further, Kreios began to push just the tips of his fingers inside her. When Kalliope thought she might explode from need, Kreios thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. The sensation was indescribable, and Kalliope nearly fell against the wall as she let Kreios fuck her with his fingers.

In and out. In and out. His fingers moved at a slow, steady rhythm, and then began to move faster. Kreios crooked his fingers against her soft, spongy spot, and Kalliope screamed with pleasure as she felt her body burn with need.

She would combust for sure.

Just as Kalliope was about to come, Kreios pulled his fingers away. She cried out in protest.

“Oh, Kalliope. I’m not finished with you yet,” he teased. He took his hands, and gently pushed her open even further. He shifted slightly under her until his tongue was at just the right angle. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, gently seeking her tight opening. He rimmed her pussy with his wet tongue, making Kalliope grind against his face with need. Kreios laughed softly and Kalliope knew half his pleasure came from the exquisite torture he was administering.

He traced circles around her opening, making her delirious, until finally he thrust his tongue roughly into her, owning her with each hard plunge.

Kalliope cried out as she felt his tongue enter her, and she knew that Kreios had bent her to his will. Kalliope writhed on top of him, her breathing shallow. As Kreios continued to possess her with his tongue, he slid his hands along her bottom, and gently spread her ass cheeks apart.

Kalliope froze for a moment but then quickly relaxed. Kreios softly stroked her anus, gently teasing it open. Kalliope was embarrassed to admit that with all her experience with men, she was still a virgin to anal sex. A few of Gaia’s customers had participated in anal play, but none of them had shown any interest in anal sex. Kalliope had always heard that anal sex was considered cosmopolitan.

Kreios continued to push his tongue into her dripping pussy, while his fingers coaxed her anus. Once she was slightly open, Kreios pushed his thumb into her puckered opening. The full sensation in her ass sent her over the edge and her orgasm ripped through her, sending her body into spasms as she bucked against Kreios’ face.