A Reluctant Empress (3 page)

His chest was broad and muscular as well, and he had thick biceps with branded bands around his muscles; the look was incredibly sexy. But most impressive was the thick, lengthy mass that stood hard and ready between his legs. His cock was magnificently long with a gentle curve and a full head. It was so perfect that Kalliope wanted to drop to her knees and wrap her mouth around it; she wanted to worship a cock that beautiful.

Damianos took a step towards her, and he cupped her ass, pulling her against his body. His hard erection pressed into her belly and Kalliope moaned softly at the sinful pressure of Damianos.

“You feel incredible against my skin,” Damianos murmured. He hoisted her from her backside, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Kalliope bit her lip with pleasure as she felt Damianos’ cock push against her sex.

He lowered her onto the bed. “I’m not going to use the rope yet,” he whispered. He pushed her hands up above her head, until her fingers pressed against the carved headboard. “Do not take your fingers off this headboard. Do you understand?”

Kalliope nodded, her eyes wide as Damianos gave his orders. He slid down her body, his mouth coming to rest over her breasts. He took each breast into his mouth, sucking firmly as he felt her stiffen further within his warm cavity.  He massaged her other breast with his free hand, tracing light circles around her nipples before rolling them between his fingers.

Once he was finished with her chest, his mouth continued further south, until he reached her belly button. He tongued around her navel, licking her skin, and groaning in appreciation as he tasted her. Kalliope writhed beneath him, making sure to keep her fingers pressed against the headboard.

Damianos moved between her legs, and using his thick hands, he pushed her thighs apart. Just the feeling of Damianos’ body between her thighs nearly made her come.

“So eager,” Damianos chuckled as he watched Kalliope buck her hips upward, desperate for him to touch her. “Is this better?” he teased, running his hand over her trembling sex.

“Yes!” she gasped, desperate for more. She could think of nothing else but Damianos touching her.

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.

His tongue stroked against her clit in long, luscious licks and when he sucked her clit into his mouth, Kalliope screamed with erotic bliss. Damianos kept her clit nestled tight in his mouth and he continued sucking at it until Kalliope was ready to explode. Just before she came again, Damianos released her and traced his tongue down to her moist opening, halting her pending orgasm.

“I want to taste what I did to you. I know these juices are for me,” he rasped.

Kalliope was too far gone to explain, and she squeezed her eyes shut with ecstasy when Damianos pushed his tongue deep into her sex. He groaned loudly with pleasure, and the vibrations from the groan resonated on every inch of Kalliope’s body.

Damianos continued to fuck her with his tongue and just as Kalliope was about to orgasm again, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked. Kalliope came hard, and Damianos kept her in his mouth while she came for him. This orgasm was impossibly stronger and more powerful than the first. Kalliope wondered wildly how Damianos had managed to turn her body into one jumbling mass of pleasure.

When she finally stopped shaking, Damianos released her clit and Kalliope sank back onto the bed, not even realizing that she had been holding herself up.

“That’s right, that’s right,” he murmured, “Enjoy.” He lay next to Kalliope, letting his hands travel all over her body. Kalliope moaned softly when he grazed her breasts, otherwise she could barely make a sound.

“I’ve exhausted you it seems, but you tasted even better than I could have imagined. You are turning out to be well worth the wait Kalliope.”

Kalliope shifted her body so she could look closely at Damianos. His full lips still had the sheen of her juices on them, and as exhausted as she was, she wanted to please this beautiful man beside her.

“I’m not too tired,” she whispered, getting on all fours.

Damianos watched her carefully, his eyes quickly turning into ice blue desire for her.

“I haven’t given you an order.’’

“Then order me to suck your cock.”

She saw the surprise in Damianos’ eyes, and then the excitement. He had also given himself away. Whether or not he had given the order, he wanted Kalliope to take him into her mouth.

“Suck my cock.”

The words were so soft, such a whisper, and yet the command was unmistakable. Damianos was completely in charge.

Kalliope slipped onto the floor and Damianos sat up on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. She crawled between his thighs, resting her forehead against his inner thigh.

Never taking her eyes off him, Kalliope grasped his thick base in her hand, and wrapped her mouth around his solid mass. She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her lips when she felt his girth within her mouth. The taste of his cock on her tongue was the best thing she had ever tasted.

She enjoyed every inch of him, running her tongue along his length, and tracing the underside of him. She spent special attention on his head, licking and sucking it like a piece of candy. She enthusiastically lapped up the small beads of semen that appeared.

Taking him firmly in her hand, she brought her mouth onto him, then pushed him back deep in her throat until her lips grazed the root of his shaft.

“Kalliope!” Damianos groaned, and she knew that she had pleased him. She pulled her mouth off him, letting her teeth gently graze him, and then she sucked him again and again, her movements becoming faster. She could feel Damianos harden and lengthen more in her mouth and she pulled off before he could come.

She wasn’t finished with him yet.

Kalliope wrapped both hands around him, and began to jerk him off, using each hand on top of one another to increase his pleasure. At random moments she would stop, and take him deep in her mouth, before pulling off and stroking him again. Damianos was beginning to lose control and Kalliope loved seeming him unravel.

She took him back in her mouth, and furiously began moving up and down his shaft. Damianos made a strangled sound and he grabbed her hair tightly, unable to hide his loss of power anymore. He pulled her tightly to him, and Kalliope smiled coyly. She felt him jerk and twitch within her mouth and then he exploded, filling her with his thick, creamy fluids.

He tasted delicious, and she gulped down every drop, amazed at how much he emptied in her mouth. Each hot, thick spurt was like an offering of his desire for her. Finally, when she had sucked the last drop from him, she moved her mouth off his cock, and rested her lips against the inside of his thigh.

She looked up at Damianos, his eyes were wide with wonder, amazement and hunger.

“Fucking incredible,” he managed to say, before pulling Kalliope off the floor and cradling her against his chest.

Kalliope lay against his chest until his breathing returned to normal. Damianos shifted and lay Kalliope down on the bed. He sat up and looked down at her.

“I wish I could stay here with you, but I know Priska will be expecting you back out in the lobby.”

Priska.

The lobby.

Kalliope could think of nothing else except Damianos and the way it felt to be with him. She didn’t want their time to end and she was dying to know what Damianos would feel like inside of her. But she was exhausted, and she still needed to see other clients tonight.

She went to sit up but Damianos stopped her.

“Can I come to you again?”

Kalliope gave him a sad smile. “You know that I have no control over that. You can come back to Hera Selene anytime.”

Damianos gave her a stern look. “You know what I mean, Kalliope. I want to come back. For you. And I don’t want to come to your bed if you don’t want me.”

Kalliope pushed herself up and lightly touched Damianos’ face. She did it without thinking and she saw the flicker of emotion on his face at her gentle touch.

“I will never turn you away from my bed.”

“You want me?”

“Yes. I want you.”

Damianos looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. He slowly rose and dressed himself.

“You were very obedient. I look forward to taking you to bed again.” He moved close to Kalliope as he fastened his cloak. “Next time I will be inside you.”

Kalliope gasped and Damianos gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and dropped a change purse on her table before striding from the room.

She sat on the bed, satiated, tired, yet wanting more. Damianos somehow got into her brain and all she could think about was him. She didn’t know how she was going to get dressed and go back out to take another customer. Somehow she dressed herself and she went over to the purse that Damianos had left her.

She dropped the purse with shock.

There was more money in there than she had ever seen.

An obscene amount.

She counted twice to be sure.

Carefully she tucked the money away and decided to think about it later. She knew that she had pleased Damianos but she had no idea that he would have left her such a tip. He had already paid Priska, so what he left for Kalliope belonged entirely to her.

She hurried from the room and went into the lobby. Priska shot her a stern look. Kalliope knew she was annoyed that she had taken so long with Damianos and then had taken her time coming back out.

Kalliope decided that maybe she could please Priska by singing. It had been a few nights since she sang, and though a few men came towards her, she put her hands out to stop them and moved to the corner where she usually sang.

She began to sing a popular Greek melody, and a number of men came closer to hear her. Even a few of the women stopped to listen. Just as Kalliope was finishing, she saw a dark shape move out from the corner. Kalliope felt an intense dread wash over her.

It was Spyro.

He was looking directly at her, his eyes dark, intense and brooding, and his muscular frame seemed on edge. As Kalliope finished, Spyro clapped loudly, his eyes following Kalliope’s every move.

She felt sick and she knew that she would not be able to refuse him. Spyro began to move towards her, but suddenly a familiar face was at her side.

“Orestes!”

Kalliope had not seen Orestes since the day he brought her to Hera Selene.

“Kalliope,” he said, his voice deep and familiar. “I have heard that you are doing quite well. I have been wanting to see you, but my work has kept me busy.”

“You’re here now,” Kalliope said gratefully, taking his hand and leading him away from the crowd that Spyro was trying to push through.

“You look more beautiful than when I left you,” he said kindly, “You seem to be flourishing here.”

“Yes, I’m doing quite well. It’s been an adjustment though.” Her eyes darted around Orestes to see if she could make out Spyro. She saw him a few yards away, and his mouth was twisted in an angry snarl.

“So, are you just coming to say hello or do you want to come back to my bed?” she asked coyly, praying that Orestes wanted to bed her. She would do anything to escape Spyro.

Orestes gave her a devious grin. “I was hoping you could squeeze me into your busy schedule.”

“Yes!” she said almost a little too quickly, as she gripped his hand and dragged him towards Priska. Orestes smiled and hurried after her. He paid Priska and Kalliope gave one last look towards the lobby where she saw Spyro sulking in the corner.

“Do you already have a new room?” Orestes asked in surprise as they headed down the hallway to Kalliope’s new room.

“Yes. I’ve been very fortunate. Mostly thanks to you.”