This hadn’t been the deal, but instead of stopping my orgasm in its tracks, it ramped even higher, and my hips moved with his fingers as I screamed through my bliss.
Brain knew what he was doing, and he turned the vibrator down, and then off as I came down, and he pulled it from me slowly. He kissed the outside of my thigh and said, “Thanks for letting me help. You okay?”
“I am, but I shouldn’t be. That wasn’t the deal.”
“Yeah, I know, but it worked out okay. If I sit on the sofa with you in my lap, do you think I can hold you?”
“Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Brain
She felt so good in my arms, her head on my shoulder, her body sated, totally relaxed. She still had a thin t-shirt on, but I didn’t try to get it off her. I hadn’t expected to make it this far today, and I wasn’t going to push for more.
She let me hold her a good ten or fifteen minutes, but when she sat up, her face was serious as she told me, “You know all my secrets now. You have to know how much trust I have for you, to have given you the names and locations. Will you trust me with your secret?”
Ice didn’t really believe werewolves existed, but she knew there was something to the rumors, she just thought there was some logical explanation.
“I need you to be Harmony before I share my secrets. I know you said you aren’t ready to take on the identity yet, when will you?”
“When she leaves for her trip, I’ll take on some of it, but I’m planning to officially become Harmony in my head after my plastic surgery.”
“And you’re looking at a three to four week recovery period, right?”
“A week to ten days of recovering from the worst of it, another couple of weeks for the eyelids. Supposedly, it’ll be three to five weeks before I’ll be able to go out in public with no bruising or stitches.”
“Okay, when you feel like you’re Harmony, let me know and we’ll have the talk. I’ll answer anything you want to know about me, personally, but you have to understand I can’t answer any questions about my brothers, right?”
“Do you still consider Duke, Bash, and Gonzo to be your brothers?”
I sighed, and let her see the hurt in my eyes. “As far as my oath to the RTMC? Yeah. But more than that? No. Duke’s tried to reach out, but I let him know it wasn’t welcome. He should’ve trusted me, and for him to take you from me when he knew you meant something…” I shook my head. “I can’t forgive him.”
“He was truly like a brother to you, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah, he was.”
Again, I let her see my hurt, didn’t try to hide it from her. I’d pushed him away because she was important to me, and she needed to understand.
“Okay. I’ll wait a few weeks. You probably want some coffee, if you’re planning to stay up. Let’s get dressed and go downstairs and get something to eat.”
* * * *
An hour after Ice left for Harmony’s new rental house, I put together an encrypted call to Kirsten’s office. She’d emailed me back with an appointment for four o’clock, saying she could tack me onto the end of her day, since I was a friend of Aaron’s.
After the initial greetings, I jumped straight into it. “Hypothetically speaking, if someone had been tortured for ten days straight, sleep deprivation, beatings, fingernails ripped off, and lots and lots of rapes, including having their clit hood cut off… how would one go about helping them enjoy sex again?”
“How long has it been?”
“Four years. She’s had sex since then, and apparently a lot of it, but she’s always been in control, almost to the extent of being a Domme, though I don’t think it was a formal agreement. She’s just found men who were submissive by nature, and then kept them around until they rocked the boat.”
“And there isn’t a submissive bone in your body.”
“Nope.”
“Any chance I can have some sessions with her?”
“Extremely doubtful. Besides, we aren’t in Chattanooga.”
I heard her sigh, and a few seconds later she said, “Like it or not, you’re probably going to have to start by letting her control things. The fact she can enjoy sex at all is pretty amazing, based on what you’ve said. You may or may not be able to gradually gain some control, but you’ll have to do it in tiny increments. Your sense of smell will help, as you can back off before she tells you it’s too much, but I’m not sure how much progress you’ll make without getting her someone to talk to.”
“What do I do when I screw up and she goes all zombie on me?”