For the Pleasure of Men by Nora Weaving Read Free Book Online Page B

flowed in a beautiful cascade of pink and purple shades. Her hair was arranged into soft waves with a simple braid across the crown of her hairline. She made her way to the courtyard and Priska looked at her with a curt nod of approval.
    “That will do,” she said.
    Kalliope was happy to see the surprise in Priska's face.
    Kalliope took a deep breath and sashayed out into the courtyard. The room was filled with handsome and finely dressed men. Kalliope smiled at some of the men and went to a small corner of the courtyard.
    She opened her mouth and quietly began to sing. She had practiced earlier in the baths. At first she was shaky, and she felt her nerves getting the better of her, but a handsome young soldier nearby smiled at her, and she felt her reservations melt away. She began to sing louder, her melodious voice drifted across the room and soon a few men had made their way towards her.
    “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