For the Pleasure of Men by Nora Weaving Page B

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.
    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.