Free Mistress of Submission by Nora Weaving

MISTRESS OF SUBMISSION:
    Harem Masters #2
     
     
    By
    Nora Weaving
     
     
     
    Kindle Edition
     
     
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    Mistress of Submission: Harem Masters #2
    Copyright © 2013 by Nora Weaving
     
     
    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.  The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
     
     
    Adult Reading Material
    The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
     
     
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    MISTRESS OF SUBMISSION:
    Harem Masters #2
     
     
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    Kalliope stared at her few belongings, which sat next to her on the floor. She touched Gaia’s gold chain that was clasped around her neck, and fingered her mother’s broach. Kalliope already felt strange in this new city, and she could tell that Priska, the owner of this unusual brothel, was not too impressed by her. She had scolded Orestes for bringing a “country idiot” to her brothel, and she told Orestes she would only pay him a quarter of what he had paid for Kalliope.
    Orestes hadn’t seemed fazed by Priska’s comments, and he took the money without complaint. Of course, before any of that had transpired, he had led Kalliope to a darkened corner where he made her give him a blow job. Kalliope actually hadn’t minded. She had missed the company of a man during the week spent at sea, and Orestes was handsome enough. If fact, if she was being honest, she had enjoyed pleasuring Orestes, and she had been more than satisfied when he came hard in her mouth.
    But now Orestes had left her, and the one significant connection Kalliope had in Athens was gone. Priska had shown Kalliope to her room; though small, it was more than she’d ever had at Gaia’s. Priska had mumbled about Kalliope needing to obtain status and earn her way up to a real room. For now, she would have to please men in designated areas until she was given a more suitable room.
    Kalliope couldn’t believe that the women at the Hera Selene had their own luxurious rooms where they lived and pleased men. Kalliope still didn’t understand much about this brothel besides the fact that it was night and day from what she had known. Before Priska had left Kalliope, she’d complained that she didn’t have time to teach a new girl, let alone one as ignorant and hopeless as Kalliope. Priska claimed she would be sending in a girl to help Kalliope adjust.
    So now, Kalliope waited. She knew that in this new brothel, she would need to be different. Of course, she would still be Kalliope, but she knew that she would need to look even more beautiful than normal, and she was suddenly extremely grateful that Gaia had given her those beautiful peploses. Kalliope would actually need them now.
    She was lost in thought, wondering how she would adapt to her new home, when the curtain to her small room rustled, and a lovely woman, older than Kalliope, entered.
    “Kalliope?” she asked softly. She had soft, pretty features and wide brown eyes. Her honey colored hair was piled on top of her head in tiny intricate braids and she was wearing a simple, yet lovely, yellow peplos.
    “Yes.”
    “I’m Melina. Priska sent me.”
    Kalliope nodded. Nothing about Melina seemed unkind, and she instantly liked the woman. “I’m sure this must be very strange for you. And frightening. Priska tells me that you are from the north.”
    “Yes. I’m from a small village. I worked in a brothel there. This is so different from what I was accustomed to.”
    Melina chuckled. “I’m sure it is. We are quite spoiled here at Hera Selene. This is exceptional, even to Athens’ standards.”
    Melina looked at Kalliope’s few small treasures that were laid out.
    “These dresses are exquisite,” she breathed, fingering one of