Mistress of Submission

Homesick and frightened, having traveled hundreds of miles from her home village, Kalliope must learn the ways of her glamorous new home. Hera Selene, the most exclusive brothel in all of Athens, caters only to high-class men. Kalliope's natural beauty, rural charms, and innocent demeanor help her to quickly become a favorite among the most notable patrons. She quickly learns the expectations of powerful Athenian men and relishes in every opportunity to fulfill their sexual desires. The favored courtesans earn higher wages and receive nicer perks, and Kalliope is ambitious, she longs to rise to the top by pleasing whomever she must. When a cruel client named Spyro takes advantage of Kalliope's naivety, ravishing her body and leaving her battered and bloody, an unlikely gentleman by the name of Damianos comes to her rescue. His deep cerulean eyes captivate her instantly and his social status and military prowess leave her feeling like a shy little girl in his presence. Damianos is a kind man and he can't stand to see such a beautiful creature in pain. He takes a special interest in Kalliope...one she feels may lead to her ultimate heartbreak. Mistress of Submission is a raunchy tale of sex, submission, and BDSM. Novella #2 of the Harem Master: Court of Lust series. Read on for a small taste: 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.