For the Pleasure of Men by Nora Weaving

his full lips and she felt a sudden swell of desire when she realized that in any moment those full lips would be on her body.
    Damianos moved towards her, his body strong and powerful.
    “I thought of you everyday.” His voice was but a whisper, but Kalliope clung to every word.
    “I dreamed of you every night.” He continued as he came to stand before the bed. “The other women here no longer hold my interest. It’s only you that fills my mind.”
    “And what if I disappoint you?” Kalliope asked quietly.
    Damianos kneeled on the bed and grasped Kalliope by her ankles and quickly pulled her to him. She gasped.
    “You won’t.”
    Before she could cry out with excitement, Damianos crushed his lips to hers, his body hovering above her own. Kalliope froze and then slowly worked her lips in sync with Damianos. His mouth was warm and eager and Kalliope’s body hummed to life beneath him. Damianos mouth tasted sweet and Kalliope wanted more. Sensing her eagerness, Damianos kissed her harder, pushing his tongue between her lips.
    Kalliope parted her lips to allow Damianos entry and he groaned as his tongue slipped inside her. With lush strokes he licked the inside of her mouth and their tongues crashed against one another. Damianos lowered his body onto Kalliope and she felt the delicious weight of him on top of her. She reached up to run her hand through his dark hair, but he was too quick, and he caught her wrist in his hand.
    “Not unless I give you permission,” he said smoothly. Kalliope pouted, but kissed him harder. Damianos pulled away from her, his breath shallow and ragged.
    “I’m going to get carried away,” he chided, “I have a plan for you.”
    “A plan?” Kalliope gasped, her hormones raging out of control.
    Damianos nodded and crawled across the bed, leaving Kalliope disheveled and panting.
    “First things first,” he said slowly, “I want to see that beautiful body underneath your dress.”
    Kalliope sat up shakily, her body still reeling from their intense kiss. She smiled somewhat shyly. She knew the way men liked things at Hera Selene.
    “Tell me how you want me to undress.”
    Damianos’ eyes lit with excitement. “You’re learning fast.” He situated himself on the bed and his eyes turned dark with arousal.
    “Stand up and come before me.”
    Kalliope scooted off the bed and came around until she stood before Damianos. She couldn’t help the way her eyes slid up his exposed thighs and she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to know what lay between them.
    Damianos gave her a wicked grin and she knew she had been caught. She fixed her eyes on him and waited for his order.
    “Undo your belt and hand it to me,” he seductively commanded.
    Mesmerized by his full lips, Kalliope looked back to his eyes and obeyed. She unknotted her roped belt, and with exaggerated slowness, pulled it from her waist. She felt her dress widen once her waist was no longer cinched. She moved towards Damianos and outstretched her hand, the length of her belt resting lighting in her palm. Damianos took the belt from her, his eyes dancing with amusement.
    “I’m going to put this somewhere nearby,” he said softly, reaching behind him and placing her belt at the top of the bed. “I know we will need it later.”
    A thrill of anticipation ran through Kalliope and she knew she would obey any command that Damianos gave her. She still couldn’t believe that she was here with Damianos at this very moment.
    Damianos looked back at her. “Take off your sandals.”
    Kalliope bent over, knowing full well that her dress would hang low at the neck, giving Damianos a peek of her breasts. She heard Damianos suck his breath in and she knew he had glimpsed inside her gown. She slipped off each sandal, tossing them carelessly aside to show Damianos that all her attention was on him.
    “Very good. Now slide your dress off your shoulders.”
    Kalliope took a deep breath and slipped her arm through each armhole.