Mistress of Submission (2 page)

“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.

Kreios cried out with excitement as Kalliope came on top of him, and he hungrily lapped up her flowing juices, while keeping his thumb buried deep in her ass. Her orgasm kept going, and Kalliope let the waves wash over her as she rode his face.

When her body finally stilled, she was sapped of all energy and collapsed, her upper body slumping against the wall. Kreios moved out from under her, and gently laid her down on the bed.

“Kalliope, you are coming along nicely. You have been good not to speak. Though, tell me now, was that pleasurable for you?”

Kalliope looked up at Kreios with wide and satiated eyes. “Oh yes, very much so.”

“Good. You are a fast learner. Have you experienced a lot of anal?”

“No, not much at all.”

“Did you like having your ass filled?”

Kalliope felt her face flame for some strange reason. She was a woman of the night; she shouldn’t be embarrassed. “Yes. I liked it very much.”

Kreios nodded. “I can see that you are tired. Being a submissive can drain you of energy, even in small doses. I still plan to fuck you, but I will be easy on you.”

He reached for Kalliope’s belt and pushed her hands above her head. Just as Orestes had, he bound her wrists together. Kreios moved atop her with ease and he used his hands to push her legs apart. He dragged his hand through her wet sex and groaned deep in his throat.

“You’re ready, Kalliope.”

Without pretense, he pushed his full length inside her, filling her completely. Kalliope wanted to dig her nails into his shoulder, but she was unable. Instead she twisted beneath him. Kreios thrust into her again, this time he moved his hand up to her mouth and pushed his fingers between her lips.

“Suck my fingers,” he whispered.

Kalliope seductively sucked on his fingers as she looked at him through hooded eyelids. She was eager to please, and she knew that this first encounter with Kreios could make or break her at Hera Selene.

Kreios’ eyes rolled back in his head, and he continued to slide in and out of her tight opening as Kalliope licked at his fingers. He pushed more fingers into her mouth and Kalliope continued to suck. She had to admit that she was getting off on sucking his fingers.

Suddenly, Kreios pulled his hand out of her mouth and grabbed her legs, pulling them hard around his torso. He pushed into her again; this time deeper than before, and Kalliope moaned loudly, her breasts bouncing on her chest. Kreios thrust faster and he spoke between ragged breaths.

“Yes! Kalliope! Yes!”

Kalliope brought her hips up to each thrust, and Kreios grunted as he pounded into her.

“Kreios!” she moaned, knowing her orgasm was only moments away.

“Argh!” Kreios yelled, thrusting into her one final time as his cock jerked inside her. She felt him explode. Kreios shook as his orgasm tore through his body, and he tugged Kalliope’s hair and squeezed her breasts. When he had finally emptied himself, he lay on top of Kalliope, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

Kalliope was disappointed that she hadn’t come with Kreios. Her previous customers always wanted to make her come, and she didn’t understand why Kreios kept her orgasm from her.

“You’re wondering why I didn’t let you come?” he asked, his voice throaty.

“Yes.”

“You need to know who is in charge. When I enter this room, you are mine. I am your master and you do as I say. You will come as I see fit. You will do well to remember that I am in charge and your job is to obey me.”

Kalliope gulped and nodded. So, Kreios was asserting his power. Kreios stood slowly and dressed. He moved to Kalliope and looked at her naked, bound body.

“We are only just beginning. I will tell the others of your eagerness to learn.” He reached down and leisurely unbound her. “You have done well Kalliope, I was wise to visit you. I will come back for your service.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, looking down demurely.

“Oh, Kalliope,” he groaned, “You are already learning so quickly. Do not move or get dressed until I leave the room. I want your helpless, naked body to be the last thing I see when I leave.”

He dropped a few coins in a dish by the door and vanished from the room.