Kalliope's Awakening

Read Kalliope's Awakening Storyline:

Still nursing her wounds from Spyro's last sexual encounter, Kalliope is forced to spend the evening with him again. He offers a sum of money that Priska cannot turn down and buys his way into Kalliope's bed. He treats her like a dog, and subjects her to degradation and humiliation she's never known. Spyro leaves her bloody and bruised, a symbol of his power over her. When Damianos finds out, he offers to buy Kalliope exclusively, ensuring that Spyro will never again be able to touch her or harm her. Never a man to be told what to do, Spyro comes to Kalliope once again...and he doesn't plan on leaving her in a condition that any man will desire. Kalliope's Awakening is a dark erotic tale of domination and rough sex including oral, anal, and BDSM. For readers 18 or older. Read on for an excerpt: “Please!” Kalliope cried out, “Not so rough.” “But you like it rough,” Spyro whispered into her ear, as he pinned Kalliope to the bed and ran his hands over her exposed skin. “You look much more sophisticated now,” he murmured, his eyes roving over her hair and skin. “Not the same country peasant that first came to Hera Selene.” “Please,” Kalliope begged, “I know you paid for me, and I know you are my client, but I’m begging you to be more gentle.” Spyro let out a cold high laugh. “Maybe I would have been gentler if you had taken me the other night, but instead you ignored me.” “I had another customer!” “Sorry, love,” he breathed, tracing his finger along the outline of her throat. Spyro shoved her dress up her hips, groaning with pleasure at the sight of her sweet crevice. He ran his fingers along her inner thighs, and then across her sex. Kalliope twisted her head away, unable to watch. “Just as beautiful,” Spyro noted, wasting no time as he opened her and began rubbing her clit. Kalliope closed her eyes, not wanting to feel the pleasure, but she couldn’t help it; her body betrayed her. Moaning softly, she writhed on the bed as Spyro’s expert fingers moved over her, touching her in all the right places and making her body sing. Once she was primed, Spyro slid two long fingers inside her opening, making Kalliope cry out with need. “That’s right, Kalliope. I know deep down you love when I touch you.” Kalliope tried to protest but it was in vain. Spyro climbed on top of her, untied his thick woven belt, and then leaned across her slender body to bind her wrists tightly together. “It’s too tight!” Kalliope gasped, as the rope dug painfully into her skin. “Just right,” he whispered, moving back between her legs.