Carnal Punishment (3 page)

She had the upper hand right now, and she didn’t want to give it up. “More coffee?” she asked him.

Before he could protest, she raised her unoccupied hand and signaled to the waitress, a beautiful Egyptian girl with bronzed skin and full lips. As she approached, Tessa unbuttoned Brody’s shorts with her concealed hand and slid his zipper down. He gasped, but the waitress had reached the table before he could say anything.

“We’ll have more coffee, please,” Tessa said. She slid her hand into the opening of Brody’s briefs and her fingers found his hot, hard shaft. She grasped it and tugged it out from his underwear, holding it warm and heavy in her hand.

“Shall I bring you more croissants, as well?” The waitress stared at them curiously. Did she know what Tessa was doing under the table? The thought excited her, and she began rubbing the tip of Brody’s cock between her fingers.

Tessa saw that Brody was struggling not to utter a word while the waitress stood there, and she reveled in the control she felt over him. He was at her mercy, just as she had been the gatekeeper’s slave last night. Her pussy quivered at the thought.

“No, just the coffee will do for now.” She began stroking Brody’s cock, up and down. As soon as the waitress turned away he let out a low moan and closed his eyes. She continued, his cock growing bigger and bigger with every gentle up-down motion she administered.

After a few moments of this, Brody shifted in his seat. “What are you doing to me, Tessa?” he rasped.

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” she asked innocently.

“I am, but I didn’t expect this from you.”

“There’s lots you don’t know about me, Dr. Jackson,” she replied. She moved her hand more swiftly up and down the shaft of his cock as the moisture from its tip lubricated the movement. She could see that he was trying not to groan too loudly and it was all she could do to resist grabbing him and pulling him to her bedroom. She wanted to feel him inside her and her pussy was wet at the thought. She had learned the gatekeeper’s art well, however, and she didn’t want to stop teasing Brody just yet.

When the waitress returned with their coffee, she released his cock, letting her hand rest for a moment on his upper thigh. Brody whimpered slightly, obviously missing the touch.

The waitress turned to him in concern, speaking with an Egyptian accent, “Is everything okay, sir?”

Tessa placed her hand again on his penis, this time giving it only a friendly stroke, before reaching a little farther and cupping his balls in her hand.

“Yes,” Brody groaned. “Yes.”

The waitress, looking confused, said, “Very good, sir,” and hurried away.

“We’re getting out of here,” Brody growled, reaching across the table to take her free hand.

His hand was calloused and strong, and Tessa imagined it on her body, stroking her breasts. She swallowed hard. “Are you sure you’re in a fit state to move?” she asked.

“I’ll manage,” he said. “You’ve got me so revved up, if I don’t screw you soon I’m going to explode.”

“We wouldn’t want that to happen,” Tessa said. She stood and handed him her bag, filled with the day-tripping essentials she’d thought she’d need in Cairo. “You can use this if you need it.”

“I’m going to show you what I need,” Brody said. He reached under the table and zipped himself back up, then took the bag and stood, holding it casually at his waist. He dropped some money on the table, took Tessa’s arm and strode toward the elevator. Tessa rushed to keep up with him. The buzz of anticipation and desire that had been building within her since they first started flirting was reaching a crescendo.

The moment the elevator doors closed with a muted sigh Brody grabbed Tessa and pulled her to him. His head descended and his mouth was upon hers. His lips were not hard and demanding, as she expected. Instead the kiss was soft, inquisitive. Despite the shenanigans in the breakfast room, Brody was asking her permission. She kissed him back, increasing the pressure on their lips, and he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue into hers. With a low moan, Tessa leaned into him. As her body pressed against his, she was reminded of how she had been tantalizing him. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, and she was tempted to hike up her skirt and let him take her right there….

Instead the elevator chimed and the doors opened. Tessa pulled herself from Brody with reluctance. A startled-looking elderly couple stood before them.

“Terribly sorry,” said the older man, with a British accent. He and his wife stepped back, allowing Tessa and Brody to move past them into the hallway.

Brody walked down the hall.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked.

“Your room is down here, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes, but I thought we were going to yours.”

“No time,” said Brody urgently. “Yours is closer.”

Tessa couldn’t argue with his logic. They burst into her room and as soon as the door closed behind them, Brody grabbed her to him with a fierce kiss. All of the earlier gentleness evaporated. Brody’s kiss was urgent and demanding and Tessa responded in kind. She moaned now, wanting him with a fierce yearning she had never experienced before.

“I always thought you were sexy, Tessa, but until this morning, I never realized just how hot you were,” Brody said.

Tessa pressed her body up against his, loving the feel of his hard chest against hers. He deepened his kiss, pushing her against the door frame, before trailing his lips down her neck. The touch of his mouth blazed a path of pleasure on her skin. His hands slid down her waist, caressing her body through the silky fabric of her dress. They came to rest on her ass and he pulled her closer to him, rubbing her buttocks. “I’ve been imagining what you look like naked ever since we met.”

She remembered how she had stood nude before the gatekeeper, and how thrilling it had felt to be so vulnerable and yet so aroused. “You’re about to find out,” she whispered in his ear. She gently pushed him away and with one movement she pulled at her dress, drawing the material away from her body and over her head. She hadn’t bothered to put a bra on and she stood before him, topless with only her thong underwear, bracelets and high heels on.

Brody stared at her ravenously, “My God, you’re beautiful.”

She smiled, loving the feel of his eyes on her body, drinking in her curves, from the small, proud swell of her breasts to the narrowing of her waist and the tiny patch of fabric that now covered her sex. Could he see how wet she was? She hoped so.

Brody stepped towards her, his arms reaching out to envelop her. She stepped back. “Uh-uh,” she said, wagging a finger at him. “You’ve got to show me what you’ve got.”

“With pleasure.” Brody pulled off his T-shirt to expose a broad, tanned chest with a warm sprinkling of dark hair. He tugged off his shorts, revealing a pair of boxer briefs, his cock straining at the fabric in a tantalizing bulge.

Tessa drank him in. Last night with the gatekeeper may have been exciting, but she hadn’t been able to feast her eyes on his body. She made up for it now, her eyes eating up Brody’s well-muscled shoulders, the soft hairs on his chest that darkened and thickened over his flat stomach before leading to the band of his underwear. His thigh muscles were well defined and powerful.

The bulge in his pants twitched as she stared at him, and Brody groaned. “I never knew I could get so turned on just by being looked at.”

He took a step forward and swept her into his arms. She melted against the hard warmth of his body. They kissed again, and Brody pulled her toward the bed. He laid her down on it and began kissing her neck, moving slowly down her chest to her breasts. She arched her back, her nipples bursting to be touched. He flicked at the little pink nubs with his tongue, each touch sending an explosion of sensation directly to her groin. “Yes,” she panted.

He shifted to the other breast and continued his sweet torment before moving down her stomach, kissing the freckle next to her belly button and then going lower again. He came to the small patch of fabric covering her sex. She held her breath while he kissed all around the little triangle of pink material. His kisses were hot against her skin and she thrust her hips upward, urging him on. He began flicking the material aside with his tongue, carefully lapping his way to her center.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she slid the panties down her hips and lay exposed to his tongue. He took her gesture as the invitation it was and began teasingly lapping at her eager sex. His tongue brushed tantalizing against her clitoris, but never stayed long enough to satisfy her. The stubble on his face rubbed against the tender skin of her upper thigh, the rough sensation only augmenting her own desire. Unconsciously she began moaning, “Yes, yes.”

His licking became more urgent with her cries until he took her clitoris in his mouth and sucked. Her entire body was taut, all her muscles contracted against the pointed pleasures of his tongue until the vital sensation of aching need reached a pinnacle. Then, release. She saw stars before her eyes and her body pitched convulsively. Waves of bliss washed over her as she rocked her hips against his mouth. She moaned, swept away by the sheer pleasure of his mouth.

It lasted only a few moments, but felt like an eternity.

“That was so hot,” Brody panted, resting his head on her hip. He started to stroke her still-shuddering pussy.

She opened her eyes, descending from the state of bliss she had been in. This wasn’t a dream. Thank God, he was still there. She reached down to touch his face, to make sure. He turned his mouth and began sucking her fingers. As one after another slid into his warm and ready mouth she was surprised to feel herself respond. She had never had two orgasms in a row, but suddenly she was ready to go again.

She spread her legs, slightly, inviting him in. “I want you, Brody.”

He moved up toward her, kissing her breasts, and she reached down to grab his magnificent cock. It was harder than it had been in the breakfast room and she could see a little pearl of liquid glistening at the top of it. He was ready.

She stroked it once, and he said. “If you keep that up we’ll be done right now.”

He pushed her hand away and got off the bed. He bent down and she enjoyed the view of his firm ass as he rummaged for his wallet, pulling out a condom. He slid it over the shaft of his cock, and then picked up Tessa’s legs. He tugged her gently to the edge of the bed. He stood between her legs and she arched her hips upward, wanting him to plunge his cock inside her. He made her wait, however, first bending over to pinch her nipples in his fingers and then sucking on them again. She moaned. His cock was at the tip of her pussy and she needed him to fill her with it. Brody was not to be hurried, however, and he kept kissing her nipples, his cock rubbing gently against her clit, teasing the opening of her eager sex.

She arched her hips again, and this time he responded by slowly easing his penis into her. She could feel every hot inch as he carefully lowered his shaft inside her warm pussy. She moaned and her cry seemed to incite him. He lost what little control he was exerting, and he began propelling himself into her, deeper and deeper with every thrust. She cried out, urging him on. She could see his face, taut with tension, his neck muscles ribboning with the effort.

Every plunge of his cock rubbed her clit, eagerly stoking her expectations. She shifted farther down the bed, driving him deeper inside of her.

“Oh, God,” he said, and began thrusting harder. The circles of pleasure grew and grew, rippling through her body. She shuddered and she could feel him above her, driving in with a force she’d never known before. His rocking was almost convulsive as he thrust himself inside her.

“Yes,” she screamed, reaching the euphoric heights of pleasure just as his body juddered into hers and he, too, cried out in ecstasy. Brody collapsed onto her and for a moment their ragged breathing filled the room. He turned his head and kissed her on the mouth. She felt him pull out of her, a tender sensation now that the urgency of their lovemaking had dissipated.

He pulled her close to him and kissed her on the forehead. “That was incredible,” he said.

Later, they cuddled in bed while the warm Egyptian sunlight poured through the room’s filmy white curtains. The gatekeeper had been a wonderful, sensuous dream, but the reality with Brody was so much better. Tessa snuggled closer to him, fitting the curve of her back into his strong, broad chest. “This is nice,” she sighed.

Brody hugged her. “I’ve wanted you from the first day I saw you out in the desert. You never seemed interested, though. What changed?”

Tessa shrugged. How could she explain her dream to him? He’d think she was crazy. “I guess I just gained some confidence. Who knows, maybe the spirit of Sekhemkhet was guiding me.”

Brody laughed. “I thought as much, especially when I saw your keepsake.”

“Keepsake?” Tessa lifted herself up on one elbow and turned to look him in the eye.

“Yeah. I noticed that you’ve got a paddle doll. I didn’t think they sold those in gift shops, because of all of their sexual connotations.”

Tessa was bewildered. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“You know, their shape—the small hands and head, but the exaggerated pubic area. Plus their connection to fertility and erotica.”

“No. I know what a paddle doll is. Why do you think I have one?”

Brody pointed to the floor by the window. “Well, what’s that over there?”

Tessa stared. Lying on the floor was the doll she had picked up from the tomb right before the gatekeeper had made his presence known.

She tried to take it all in. It had all been real. The gatekeeper was real. The things he had done to her had all been real. That meant that the tomb was real, too. She would have to take Brody there, show him the opening. It was the archaeological find of the century.

Would the gatekeeper be there, waiting for them? What punishments would he mete out to the two of them for intruding? She remembered the way he had stripped her and tied her up and spanked her. Would both she and Brody be bound up this time? Would he punish Brody the same way she had been disciplined, or would Brody receive a different kind of treatment? Her pussy grew moist at the thought.