A Reluctant Empress (Harem Masters #3)
Kalliope is beginning to move up at Hera Selene, Athens' most exclusive brothel that serves only the most rich and powerful clientele. She's become a sensation among the men, her beauty and innocent appeal are unmatched, and the clients are willing to pay a mint to share a bed with her. More
Kalliope is beginning to move up at Hera Selene, Athens' most exclusive brothel that serves only the most rich and powerful clientele. She's become a sensation among the men, her beauty and innocent appeal are unmatched, and the clients are willing to pay a mint to share a bed with her.
She's given a new private room and she has enough saved in wages to furnish it nicely. When her favorite client, the mysterious Damianos, returns early from a business trip things get tricky. They share more than a carnal knowledge, their feelings are becoming real and Kalliope is in danger of jeopardizing everything.
She pleases Damianos in ways he has never known and the man cannot wait to take her again and again. Just when things are starting to look up, Kalliope finds that Spyro has reserved her for the evening. His face is filled with vengeance and malice, hopefully their session will be equal parts pleasure and pain.
Mistress of Submission is a raunchy tale of sex, submission, and BDSM. Novella #3 of the Harem Master: Court of Lust series.
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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. She held the dress up over her breasts, exposing both her shoulders.
Damianos’ hand grazed across his lap and rubbed between his thighs.
“Good,” he said in a throaty voice, “Drop it to your waist.”
Kalliope let the material fall to her waist and she felt the cool air hit her breasts.
Damianos groaned audibly. “Better than I imagined,” he breathed.
His eyes drank in her round breasts. Kalliope had never felt so exposed and so sexy.
“Touch them,” Damianos croaked.
Kalliope gathered the material of her dress in one hand, and using her other hand, fondled her breasts. Her delicate skin was smooth and she felt her nipples under her fingers. She squeezed each breast in her hand, letting her nipples harden in her palm, and the sensation aroused her.
“Yes, Kalliope, yes,” Damianos rasped. “Drop the dress all the way.”
Kalliope had no undergarments on and she knew that once she dropped the dress she would be completely nude. She didn’t think twice, and she let the material fall to the floor in a soft heap.
Damianos groaned as Kalliope stood naked before him.
“Come to me.’’