by Nora Weaving
But instead of pitying her, Damianos said, “If she had been like a mother, then I am certain she sold you only because she thought it was best for you. That is what mothers do. They make hard decisions that you sometimes can’t understand, but they do it with your best interests at heart. I’m sure it was very difficult for her.”
Kalliope turned around to look at him, floored by the honesty and truth in his words. “What makes you say that?” she whispered.
Now Damianos looked away. “I know from experience,” he said gruffly. He cleared his throat, the moment gone, and looked back at Kalliope. He smiled slyly. “I heard you are a beautiful singer. Would you do the pleasure of serenading me?”
Kalliope protested.
“Just one song!” he said quickly.
The problem with Damianos was that Kalliope couldn’t refuse him. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before singing a Greek hymn. Damianos was riveted, and at one point he closed his eyes, as if ridding himself of sight would help him listen better.
When Kalliope finished, she looked at him. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but the air still hung with the last notes of her song. Damianos opened his eyes and looked at her, and in that instant, Kalliope knew she would do anything that Damianos asked of her.
“Kalliope,” he said hoarsely, coming to her. “I must go away for a few weeks. But I want to know if when I return, I could come to you?”
“Come to me?” she asked slowly, not quite understanding what Damianos was asking.
“Yes. To your bed,” he explained. “Will you take me if I come to the brothel for you?”
“But,” Kalliope stuttered, “You don’t have to ask. You can have anyone you want when you come to the brothel.”
Kalliope was confused. The male customers could request whomever they wanted. The women didn’t get to pick and choose whom they would sleep with.
“Yes, I know. But I want you to want me in your bed. I can’t bear the thought of you taking me to your bedroom if only out of obligation.” His cerulean eyes burned into her, and Kalliope had to look away from the intensity. She didn’t need to think about the question. Her answer was obvious and unwavering.
“Yes,” she said simply, looking up at him. “I will gladly take you to into my bed.”
Damianos sighed with pleasure and relief. “If only you were well enough to take me tonight. I’m afraid that I leave first thing in the morning. But I will come back soon, and I promise you that my first night home will find me back here. I shall think of nothing else except what your glorious body looks like unrobed, and the way your soft skin will feel against my flesh.” He brought his mouth to her ear. “I will be hard just thinking about you submitting to me.”
Kalliope gasped at his words, and hot, liquid desire bubbled up within her. She wanted more than anything to fall before Damianos and let him have his way with her. Damianos smiled a sly, seductive grin before stalking out of the room.
Kalliope stood there in shock, not quite believing what had just happened. The most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on had just promised to visit her bed once he returned. She wasn’t quite sure how she would survive the next few weeks as she anticipated his return. Nerves got the best of her, and she dropped to her knees, wondering if she could ever live up to his expectations.
Priska came hurrying in, interrupting her thoughts. “What did he want?” she asked, hustling Kalliope out of the borrowed room.
“He wanted to check on me since he helped me last evening. He’s going away tomorrow, but he wants to be a customer of mine when he returns.”
Priska raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Well, well, well. The little peasant turns out to be doing quite well for herself. If you keep up like this, you won’t be stuck in that closet of a room for much longer.”
Kalliope grinned. She hurried off to find Harmena. She had to confide in someone. The anticipation of fucking Damianos was going to make for a long few weeks.
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The following is an excerpt from the next episode in The Harem Masters series – A Reluctant Empress
Kalliope is beginning to move up at Hera Selene, Athens' most exclusive brothel that serves only the most rich and powerful clientele. She's become a sensation among the men, her beauty and innocent appeal are unmatched, and the clients are willing to pay a mint to share a bed with her.
She's given a new private room and she has enough saved in wages to furnish it nicely. When her favorite client, the mysterious Damianos, returns early from a business trip things get tricky. They share more than a carnal knowledge, their feelings are becoming real and Kalliope is in danger of jeopardizing everything.
She pleases Damianos in ways he has never known and the man cannot wait to take her again and again. Just when things are starting to look up, Kalliope finds that Spyro has reserved her for the evening. His face is filled with vengeance and malice, hopefully their session will be equal parts pleasure and pain.
Mistress of Submission is a raunchy tale of sex, submission, and BDSM. Novella #3 of the Harem Master: Court of Lust series.
Read on for a small taste:
He softly ran his fingers up and down her sex, making sure not to penetrate her folds. Kalliope moaned with frustration. Finally, Damianos cupped her lips and opened them gently.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, his words hot against her feverish skin. Lazily, he ran a finger along her clitoris, pressing the pad of his finger against her swollen nub.
“Agh!” Kalliope cried out, pressing against his finger to increase the pressure. Damianos continued to rub her, and slipped two fingers into her tight opening. Kalliope cried out loudly, she could feel how wet she was already. Damianos clearly felt her wetness too, and he made a guttural sound deep in the back of his throat in appreciation.
Damianos continued to thrust two fingers inside her, the friction nearly sending Kalliope over the edge. She moaned at every push of his fingers, and she felt her breasts bouncing against her body as Damianos commanded her with the most intimate of touches.
He crooked his fingers inside her, and Kalliope lost the battle, her orgasm came fast and hard. She shook and trembled, making sure to keep her hands against the headboard as she came. The waves of pleasure seemed to continue crashing over her and still Damianos kept his fingers pressed inside her. When at last the blissful waves stopped, she lay spent on the bed, her chest rising and falling quickly as her body began to return to normal.
Damianos looked up at her through his thick lashes, and moved up her body with the grace of a mountain lion. He gently cupped her chin, his fingers still wet with her juices.
“Did you like that?”
Kalliope could only grunt her response.
“Now, I’m going to taste you,” he breathed, sliding back down her body, his fingers leaving a trail of her arousal against her olive skin.
He opened her again and without pretense pushed his mouth against her sensitive sex.
“I’m too sensitive!” Kalliope cried out as Damianos began to pleasure her with his tongue. It was too much too soon and she bucked on the bed, trying to stop him.
Damianos stopped and came back up to her, squeezing her mouth with his hand. “I tell you what you can and cannot handle.” He paused. “Do you understand?”
Kalliope couldn’t speak so she only nodded her head to show that she understood. Damianos went back between her thighs, and Kalliope bit her lip and winced as he continued to taste her. Within seconds, her sensitivity seemed to fade away and she began to feel pleasure again. Her winces became moans of deep pleasure and she lifted her hips to press her sex even further into Damianos’ mouth.
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