Heller's Punishment (28 page)

After a nice
massage, his hands wandered away from my shoulders, down and up my
arms, across my shoulder blades, down my side to my waist and hips,
and up again across my stomach to my breasts. Cupping each breast,
his thumbs drew circles on my nipples until they were rigid with
arousal.

“You’re so
beautiful, Matilda,” he whispered hoarsely. I twisted my head
around towards him.

“Heller . . .”
I gasped. He cut off any further words with his mouth, his lips and
tongue insistent and demanding, his hands caressing and fondling my
breasts while the hot water of the shower streamed over us.

I should have
told him to stop. I should have told him to leave. I should have
told him that he had no right to join me in the shower and start
touching me. But I didn’t. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want
him to leave. I was glad he was touching me in the shower.

Don’t be
afraid of love
, Simon had said to me. I leaned backwards so
that I could look up at Heller’s face. I needed to see his
expression. His face was intense and serious, his eyes when they
met mine full of emotions – yes, there was undeniable lust, but
there were others as well, softer, more tender, needier emotions.
He probably saw the same in my eyes.

We kissed again
and again, each time with more passion, more urgency. Keeping one
hand on my breast, he slid the other downwards between my legs,
which I obligingly moved apart for him. His fingers were sure and
accurate, knowledgeable about when to move lightly and when to
increase tempo and pressure. I melted against him, my back on his
chest, leaning my head backwards against his shoulder. I closed my
eyes, revelling in his caressing strokes and the hot kisses raining
down on my neck, face and shoulders, the spray of shower water only
adding to the pleasure.

On the verge of
reaching my pinnacle, he spun me around in his arms so that we now
faced each other. I slipped my arms around his neck. His hands
cupped my butt, and barely giving me a chance to breathe between
kisses, he shifted my legs further apart with his knee. Slowly,
with his eyes burning into mine as if he didn’t want to miss a
single emotion I showed, he eased himself inside me.

“Oh, oh, oh,
oh,” I gasped, eyes like saucers, all cogent thought flying from my
mind with the sensation of him taking me, completely filling
me.

“Relax, my
sweet,” he breathed raggedly. “Oh God, you feel so good.”

“Oh, oh,
oh.”

He pushed
himself all the way in and paused, his chest heaving, his wet hair
plastered to his head. A wild moan escaped from him and he jammed
his eyes shut for a few seconds. “Matilda, you feel perfect.
Perfect for me.”

“Oh, oh.”

“A perfect
fit.”

“Oh.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh.”

“Perfect. We
were made for each other.”

“Oh, God.”

We locked eyes
and he carefully began to move in and out of me, in that age-long
familiar choreography of lovemaking.

“How is that,
my sweet?”

“Oh, Heller.
Wonderful,” I breathed.

The entire
outside world receded for me. My world now existed only of him and
me and the exhilarating, body-tingling sensations coursing through
me because of him. I wanted him and I wasn’t afraid to let him know
about it. And when our lips met again, mine were as hungry as his,
my hands as frantic and exploratory as his.

He hooked his
arm under one of my knees and lifted my leg to give him better
access. He was so tall that I stood on tip-toes and now balanced on
one leg as he moved within me, forced to cling tightly around his
neck to stay upright. He pushed into me faster and harder with each
thrust, jolting my entire body, my bliss growing to almost
unbearable levels as I headed for that incredible release.

He drove me
backwards with each thrust until I was squashed up the glass wall
of the shower, banging into the shower shelf each time, knocking
everything over, soaps and shampoos tumbling to the floor. I’d
never imagined for a moment that our first time together would be a
hard, fast fuck in the shower, but now that I was in the middle of
such utter ecstasy, I didn’t want it any other way.

I shifted
position slightly to a more advantageous angle for me, about to
come, when my foot found the dropped soap. It skidded away and my
leg followed it, shooting out from under me. I lost my precarious
balance, falling off him and slipping to the tiled shower floor. To
save myself from a hard landing on the tiles, with a death grip I
grabbed hold of the first thing I could.

Unfortunately,
it happened to be his erection.

And as a huge
sudden pain in the back of my head darkened my world, the last
thing I heard was his loud shout of agony.

~~~~~~

When I
surfaced, the first thing I noticed was that I was laying on
Heller’s bed, both him and Dr Kincaid leaning over me in concern.
The second thing I noticed was that I was completely starkers.
Horrified, I covered myself with my hands again.

“Someone find
me some clothes!” I squeaked.

Heller whipped
off the towel he had tied around his waist and laid it across me,
covering my nakedness, but leaving him standing there nude. He
didn’t seem to care and the doctor didn’t either. That man gave a
huge ‘you again’ sigh as he looked down at me and gently felt
around a painful spot on the back of my head.

“So what
happened?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at Heller.

“We were having
sex in the shower –”

Oh dear God,
how embarrassing. Why did he have to say that?

“– and Matilda
slipped on some soap and banged her head on the tap. And . . . er .
. . injured me as well.”

Dr Kincaid eyed
him up and down. “You look all right to me.”

Heller nodded
down towards his dangling manhood.

The doctor
stared at it. “I’m not touching that. Use an icepack and take a
couple of painkillers. You’ll get over it.” He turned his attention
back to me, tutting. “Common sense should have told you that sexual
intercourse in a shower cubicle is fraught with dangers. You young
people need to stop being so overcome by your animalistic urges and
start being more sensible. The next time you want to have
intercourse, have it on the bed instead.”

I’m never
having sex again
, I decided, mortified beyond belief by the
discussion. I would research how to become a nun tomorrow.

After the
doctor left, pronouncing that I’d live with some rest and
painkillers, Heller stood next to the bed looking down at me with
regretful affection. From my vantage point, I was blessed with a
spectacularly close view of his man bits.

“I’m so sorry,
Heller. Are you in a lot of pain?” Everybody knew how sensitive men
were about their family jewels.

His expression
was pure suffering martyr. “As the doctor said, I’ll get over it.
It’s my own fault. I knew sex with you would be dangerous.”

Smiling at his
dramatics, I leaned over to kiss it. “Is that better?”

It moved and he
winced in pain. “Not yet. Try that again in a few days and we’ll
see what happens.”

“Perhaps not,”
I smiled again. “You know, that wasn’t really how I imagined our
first time.”

He lay down
next to me and gathered me in his arms. The towel annoyed him, so
he yanked it off me and flung it over his shoulder to the floor,
pulling me close again. We lay naked together. I guess there was no
point in being shy about my body in front of him now.

“How did you
imagine it, my sweet?”

I laughed
ruefully. “I don’t know. Something more romantic. Something that
didn’t leave me with a pounding headache and you out of action for
a while. Maybe champagne and lobster and a rose petal strewn bed
and a string quartet playing romantic music discreetly in a dark
corner. And fireworks, of course. But just not the ‘conked myself
on the head’ kind of fireworks.”

“So not me
taking you roughly in the shower?”

“No, not
really.”

“Hmm, I think I
need to read up on this ‘romance’ business.”

That made me
laugh. “I’m sure there are how-to books about it.”

“Everything is
so complicated with you, Matilda.”

I kissed him.
“You’re a smart man. You’ll work it out.”

He kissed me
back, pulling me tighter. “Ow!” he complained when his lower
regions stirred again. “I never thought I’d live to see the day
when I said this, but you need to put some clothes on, my sweet.
It’s too painful for me to have you here so lusciously naked.”

So I did,
though he stayed naked and we fell asleep together, both of us
nursing our love injuries.

Chapter
19

I awoke with a
terrible headache and Heller insisted that I spend the day resting
in bed. I didn’t argue, not really feeling up to work. When he
found out, Niq joined me on Heller’s bed, bringing his schoolwork
on his laptop up with him. I kept him busy running small errands
for me, which he did willingly. Heller popped in when he had the
chance, to check on me.

Watching him
leave, with his brow furrowed, Niq asked, “Why is Heller walking
funny?”

“I don’t know,
sweetie,” I lied, trying to suppress a guilty giggle. It was true –
Heller’s step had a certain tenderness to it, the poor guy.
It
was probably the first and last time he’d ever try to have sex with
me
, I thought with a lot of regret. It had been an amazing ride
while it had lasted.

I felt much
better the following day and went to the office. Daniel was already
at work, looking up when I arrived. An angelic smile spread across
his face.

“What?” I
asked, suspicious.

“Nothing,” he
smiled, shrugging. “Anything . . .
interesting
happen to you
lately?”

“No,” I lied
firmly, turning on my computer and ignoring him.

“Feeling
better?”

“Yes, thank
you.”

“What
happened?”

“I slipped in
the shower and hit my head on the tap.”

“Shame. Luckily
Heller was on hand to immediately call the doctor.”

“Yes.”

“Showers can be
pretty dangerous places.”

“Apparently.”

“Oh,” he said
with studied casualness, picking up a piece of paper. “Dr Kincaid
rang yesterday and I took a message for Heller. Do you want me to
read it to you?”

I sighed hugely
and looked at him. “Go on.”

“The doctor
said:
Heller, make sure the young miss takes the painkillers
with food. If your genitals swell up or discolour in any way, you
should contact me immediately, otherwise keep applying the icepack.
And please remember that it would be wiser in future to abstain
from intercourse in the shower.
End of message.”

I hid my face
in my hands. “Oh God, how embarrassing.”

Daniel grinned.
“I’d love to hear the story behind that message. Did you and Heller
finally get it on?”

“Sort of, but
it was a complete disaster and will probably never happen again.
Enough said.”

“Oh, I don’t
think there can ever be enough said about this,” he laughed.

“Don’t you dare
tell anyone!”

“My lips are
zipped,” he promised piously.

“I mean it,
Daniel.”

“So do I.” He
checked the clock. “Don’t forget you have a security staff meeting
this morning.”

I groaned. We
were due for another boring DVD presentation on best-practice
security service. It was part of our required ongoing professional
development as security officers, but we all hated watching them.
The acting was appalling, the messages insultingly obvious and
banal and they were always a waste of everyone’s time.

I pottered
around until it was time for the meeting when I made my way down to
the ground floor. I wasn’t in uniform today as I had no
assignments, but I wouldn’t be the only security officer present
not in regulation
Heller’s
black. It was compulsory for us
all to attend these development sessions, whether we were working
that day or not.

If you’ve ever
had the experience of walking into a room full of people who
immediately stop talking on your entry, then you’ll know how I felt
when I opened the door to the security section and stepped
inside.

It’s just a
coincidence
, I told myself, making eye contact with as many of
the men as I could, trying to gauge their mood. They looked back at
me not in an unfriendly way; in fact many of them regarded me with
amused interest.

And then it
started.

“Hey, Tilly.
Heard you just finished up a slippery assignment,” smirked one.

I shot him A
Look.

A second man
quipped, “I heard she got herself into a lot of hot water.”

“Well, that’s
what happens when you shower someone with too much work,” tutted a
third.

I crossed my
arms and stared at them all, unimpressed.

A fourth piped
in, “It all sounds like a bit of a soap opera to me.”

“Oh, leave her
alone,” said another. “She’s just trying to tap her potential.”

“I think she
deserves a night out on the tiles after working so hard,” laughed
another.

“That’s
enough,” Clive snapped gruffly, interrupting the men’s laughter. He
hadn’t even cracked one smile during the whole routine. And neither
had Farrell, his face shuttered, gray eyes steady on me and steeped
in . . . unhappy disappointment?

“Whatever
Heller gets up to in the shower is his own damn business,” Clive
admonished.
Gee thanks Clive
, I thought, annoyed, my face
blazing.
Great way to dispel a rumour
.

The men settled
eventually, their hilarity quickly replaced by complaints and
groans when Rumbles, Clive’s second-in-charge, rolled out the
trolley holding the TV and DVD player and dimmed the lights. It was
instructional DVD time.