Mistress of Submission (3 page)

Kalliope waited for a solid two minutes before she slowly rose. Her mind was reeling from her session with Kreios, and she took her time dressing as she tried to process what had happened. Once she was dressed, she tiptoed to the dish and saw that Kreios had left her a hefty tip. She knew that any money that was left in the rooms were for the women to keep. The men already paid a fee to Priska upon entering.

Excited, Kalliope clutched the money to her chest, never having made anything even close at Gaia’s brothel. She hoped that Kreios would tell his friends. She made her way slowly out to the courtyard, and she was shocked to see a handful of men.

They were waiting for her.

A slow smile spread across her face. She saw Melina move from the shadows towards her customer and she gave Kalliope a small wave. Kalliope licked her lips and teased her waiting customers, playing with them as she tried to make the decision of whom she would bed next.

She finally settled on a general, and she grasped his hand before leading him back to her room. This time she was ready to submit to her master.

* * *

Kalliope cracked open her eyes and rolled over. It was dark in her room, but she knew that the sun must be up now. She yawned and tried to fall back asleep. She had been up late into the night, pleasing her new clients. The soreness between her legs let her know that she had taken one too many customers, but she had been eager to make her name at Hera Selene.

Sighing, she pushed off her covers, knowing that she would not fall back asleep. She sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. Yawning, she rose and pulled a cloak over her dressing gown. She slipped out of her room and caught the smell of something delicious cooking wafting in the air. She made her way towards the dining room, where a few other women were eating their breakfast.

Breakfast was a loose term. Judging by the light, Kalliope assumed it was mid-day. A young, feisty woman with bouncy dark curls grinned at Kalliope.

“Looks like it was a good night for you!”

Kalliope grinned back and ducked her head. “Yes.”

“Don’t be shy! The men loved you! I think you had the best first night on record!” The woman paused. “I’m Harmena. You’re Kalliope, right?”

“Yes. Nice to meet you.”

Harmena smiled again as she stuffed a huge bite of egg into her mouth. Kalliope guessed that Harmena was near her age. She was one of the younger girls that Kalliope had seen at Hera Selene.

“How long have you been here?” Kalliope couldn’t help ask.

Harmena grabbed her plate and cup and sat directly next to Kalliope. It was a friendly gesture.

“My parents both died when I was sixteen. I lived with my aunt for a few years and a nobleman discovered me. He offered me a new life, and I gladly accepted. I came here when I was nineteen.” She paused. “It’s been four years now.”

So, Harmena was only a few years older.

“What’s your story, new girl?”

Kalliope sighed. “It’s a bit of a long story. I worked in a brothel in the north and a soldier found me. I grew up in that brothel, but I had only worked as a prostitute for the past two years. The owner was good to me,” she explained. “The soldier brought me here two days ago. I’m still adjusting.”

Harmena grinned conspiratorially. “Stay away from Iole,” she whispered, pointing to a haughty woman at the far end of the table. “She’s a bitch. And watch out for Leda,” she continued, nodding her head at another woman. “She sleeps with the men, but she prefers the women. She’ll try to soap you up in the baths.” Harmena gave Kalliope a pointed look. Kalliope looked at Harmena in shock.

“You have a lot to learn,” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Come on! Eat your breakfast, and I’ll show you around. I promise it will be better than Melina’s tour.”

“How do you know Melina gave me a tour?”

Harmena rolled her eyes again. “I make it my business to know everything here!”

Kalliope devoured her breakfast and then hurried after Harmena. “Shouldn’t we get dressed?” she asked.

“For what? We don’t have to work for hours!”

Kalliope realized Harmena was right, and she spent the next three hours learning all the ins and outs of Hera Selene. Kalliope had to admit that Harmena’s tour was a lot more informational, not to mention more practical, than Melina’s. Kalliope learned where to find extra food, who to avoid, quiet places for reading and meeting friends, and even where to find a stash of sexual props should she so desire.

“I’m hungry again,” Harmena admitted, after she had shown Kalliope her room. It was only one room, but it was large. Harmena was able to divide the room into a sitting area and bedroom.

“Come on. Let’s go see what we can scrounge up in the kitchen.”

Ten minutes later, Kalliope and Harmena were resting against a countertop, eating two halves of crusty bread.

“You must have been something special if Orestes brought you back here,” Harmena mused.

Kalliope only shrugged. “Honestly, I’m not sure why. All I did was follow his directions.”

“That’s a pretty big deal in and of itself. Most prostitutes like to be in control. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”

“I guess. It was easy enough...and it was exciting.”

“That’s the most important thing here. Learning the lifestyle. Knowing what each man likes. The men begin to pick favorites. Some of them only see one of us, while some visit a few of us. You will have your own clients soon enough.”

Kalliope hoped so. She felt like she was so far behind everyone else.

The women finally went their separate ways, and Kalliope went back to her room to rest before she had to start working again. Kalliope felt more confident tonight, she even placed the delicate broach clip in her hair.

She was overwhelmed when she stepped into the courtyard. Though she was prepared to sing and entertain the men, there were a few who were already waiting for her service. Kalliope saw Priska watching her from the corner of the room, and she gave Kalliope a curt nod when their eyes met.

Kalliope’s first client was rather dull, and Kalliope didn’t have to do much to please him. However, Kalliope’s second client was much more interesting. He was handsome in an intense way, with dark eyes that followed Kalliope’s every move. His hair was long and slick, and Kalliope could see that he was muscular. Just as Kalliope was moving towards him, Harmena came walking by.

“Be careful of Spyro. He’s a nasty thing,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Kalliope thought nothing of her words and moved toward the man. She had dealt with more than her fair share of unpleasant men at Gaia’s. She could certainly handle her own.

“I’m Kalliope,” she breathed to the man, reaching out for his hand.

“Spyro,” he said curtly, ignoring her hand and standing. Kalliope felt his eyes rake across her body and she felt slightly uneasy. She brushed the feeling off and led him to a room at the end of the hall.

Spyro looked around the room, his eyes dark and excited. “This is an excellent room. I like the privacy.”

Kalliope wasn’t sure what his words meant. She cast her eyes downwards. “Tell me what pleases you,” she said softly.

Spyro made a sound deep in his throat and he came behind Kalliope, his breath hot on the back of her neck.

“Sweet Kalliope,” he whispered, his hands on her shoulders and moving down her bare arms. “The men could not stop raving about you last night.” He paused, cupping her sex and squeezing. Kalliope gasped. “They say your pussy is as sweet as a juicy cherry.”

He rubbed her sex harder, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. Kalliope shifted on her feet, trying to find pleasure in his rough touch.

“How long since you lost your virginity?” he asked, his voice breathy with excitement.

“Two years.”

Spyro groaned with desire. “Ohh. I bet your pussy is still tight.” He slid his hand inside her dress and moved to her sex, parting her lips with his fingers, before strumming against her clit.

Kalliope moaned softly, her head rolling onto his shoulder. There was something dangerous about Spyro, but it was part of his appeal.

“That’s right,” he murmured as he rubbed Kalliope’s clit, “Feel how good I can be to you. Feel my fingers making you moan.”

Kalliope grinded against his hand, pushing her pussy towards him, desperate for more. Spyro responded, driving her crazy, until at the last minute, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and frustrated.

He laughed cruelly. “Oh, Kalliope, you have much to learn. I don’t let my girls come that easily. And certainly not before punishments.”

Kalliope shivered slightly. The word punishment set her on edge.

“But first, you’re going to suck my cock.”

Spyros pushed her roughly to the ground and Kalliope cried out as her kneecaps hit the hard floor. Spyro pushed his cloak to one side and took his thick erection into his hands.

Kalliope made a move towards Spyro’s cock, but he grabbed her hair roughly, causing her to cry out again. Steadying Kalliope’s head with his hands, Spyro slowly eased her mouth onto his cock.

Kalliope wrapped her lips around his girth, her tongue sliding out of her mouth as it glided over his rock hard mass. Spyro groaned softly, and he worked Kalliope’s head, controlling her depth and speed. Kalliope would have preferred some control, but she knew that she was to act submissive at Hera Selene.

She flicked her tongue against his swollen head, sucking early drops of cum from him before Spyro increased the speed. He pushed her head onto him until her lips were flush against his pubic bone, his cock deep into her throat. Spyro kept her there, stroking her hair and whispering dirty phrases to her.

He then began again, moving her along his length until he grew thicker and harder. Kalliope knew he was near orgasm and moments later he rammed her head onto his cock before exploding in her mouth.

“Swallow me!” he bellowed as he poured himself down her throat.

Kalliope coughed and gasped, but Spyro held her head firm and she choked down the drops of his warm fluid. When he finally released her head, Kalliope fell back, massaging her aching jaw and wishing she had a glass of water. She had barely been able to breathe.

“Not bad, Kalliope, but I expected better,” he said softly, shaking his head with disappointment. While Kalliope had been eager to please at the start of their session, she now was anxious to end her time with Spyro. He was rough and she didn’t like his demeanor.

“I’m afraid your punishment will be more than I had planned.”

“What punishment?”

“Speak only when spoken to!” he ordered, his hand flew up making stinging contact with her cheek.

Kalliope cried out in pain, cradling her sore cheek. She backed away from Spyro. She didn’t like his methods at all.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you,” he said ominously.

Kalliope turned to flee, but Spyro was too quick and grabbed her.

“No!” she shouted.

Spyro held his hand over her mouth and Kalliope tried to scream out again.

“Kalliope, you need to learn the ways of Hera Selene. Some of us like it more rough than others. You need to learn to please your clients.”

Kalliope stopped thrashing and hung limply in Spyro’s arms. He was right, of course. Kalliope was new to this brothel and she knew that all the men preferred to dominate.

“Better. You would be wise to obey me. It will only make your punishments that much worse if you are bad.”

Spyro let go of Kalliope, and shoved her onto the bed. He yanked the belt off her waist and quickly looped it around her wrists before connecting it to a metal hook that was buried in the stone wall. Kalliope twisted anxiously. This wasn’t the same as having her hands bound. She was essentially tied to the bed.

Spyro groaned, moving behind her on the bed, and pushing her ass up high in the air. With exaggerated slowness, he pushed her gown up over her backside to expose her ass. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing gently. Kalliope remembered how Orestes had spanked her, but she had a feeling that Spyro had more devious things in mind.

Spyro buried his face in her ass, his tongue gliding between her two cheeks and gently rimming her puckered opening.

Kalliope shivered.

“When my girls are naughty, they are spanked,” he whispered against her pale backside. “Let this be a lesson for how to behave in the future.”

Kalliope heard him fumble with clothing and her mind flew to the image of the thick belt he wore around his waist. She let out a cry of protest, but it was too late. She already heard the loud whooshing of the belt and then the resonating crack as it made contact with her skin.

“Argh!” she cried in pain, reeling from the hit. It was far from pleasurable. Her skin throbbed with pain and she felt her eyes fill with tears.

Spyro grunted and hit her again, his breath coming hard, excited.

Kalliope screamed again. “Stop! Please! It’s too hard.”

“Shh,” Spyro crooned, moving beside her as he pushed his hands into her pussy. To Kalliope’s horror, she was wet. Spyro's fingers were crooking and thrusting in a way that made her chest heave with desire.

“No,” she cried quietly as she felt the pleasure wash over her.

“Yes.”

Spyro removed his hand and then moments later whipped her again.

“Stop! Please!”

Spyro's fingers were back in her pussy, pleasing and tantalizing her with their luscious strokes. Kalliope rocked on her knees, her hands fighting against her restraints. Her body was spinning in a thousand directions and her mind couldn’t keep up with the whiplash of pleasure and pain. Confusion grew as Spyro beat her again, then rubbed her in such a way that she came hard, shaking and crying out, tears flowing down her face.

Spyro continued to rub her sex even after she came, murmuring words of how much she liked it and how she couldn’t resist his wicked ways. Kalliope’s body was spent, and she felt perspiration line her skin.

“Admit it. Admit you like it.”

“No!” she cried out in anger and bewilderment. “That’s enough! Untie me!”

“Oh, you wretched girl. I’m not finished yet!” This time his voice was cold and hard, and Kalliope felt fear as Spyro moved behind her. He reared up and spanked her again, and Kalliope screamed from the pain, all pleasure gone after her orgasm.