woman. If she could begin to smile, begin to take pride in what strength she’d shown, then maybe she would be all right with time.
Naomi squeezed her arm and gave her smile of pride and affection. Again, I got the impression that they were very close. “It was my salvation. From the moment that I met Frances, I started trying to break away from him. I don’t know how I allowed him to hurt me. I’m not like that. I mean, I’ve never, ever let a man abuse me.” Her face showed the shame she felt, as if she should have saved herself.
Frances put her hand over the other woman’s hand, giving comfort as well as getting it.
Naomi smiled at her, then turned puzzled eyes to us. “He’s like a drug. Once he’s touched you, you crave his touch. Not just him either. It’s like he wakens you sexually, until your body aches to be touched.” She looked down again. “I’ve never been so sexually aware of other people. It was embarrassing, and exciting, at first. Then he started to hurt me. At first it was just little things, tying me up, then . . . spanking.” She made herself look up, forced herself to meet our eyes. Such anger, as if defying us to think the worst of her. There was a great deal of strength here. How had this man tamed her? “He made the pain part of the pleasure, but then he started doing worse things. Things that just hurt. I tried to get him to stop the kinky stuff, and that’s when he started beating me for real, no pretending that it was part of sex.” Her mouth trembled, eyes still defiant. “But beating me did excite him. The fact that it didn’t excite me, that it scared me, he liked that, too.”
“Rape fantasies,” I said.
She nodded, her eyes wide as she tried to keep the tears glistening in her eyes from falling. She held herself very still, trying to hold it all inside. “Not just fantasies at the end.”
“He likes to take you by force.” This from the wife.
I looked at both of them and fought the urge to shake my head. I’d spent the years from sixteen to thirty in the Unseelie Court, the years of my sexual awakening, so I knew about combining pleasure with pain. But the pain was shared, and it was never done against anyone’s will. If the other person didn’t think pain was pleasurable, it wasn’t sex. It was torture. There is a vast difference between torture and a little hard sex. But for sexual sadists, there is no difference. In the extreme forms they are incapable of sex without the violence, or at least the terror of their victim. But most sadists are capable of more normal sex. They can use that to fool you, but in the end they can’t keep up a normal relationship. In the end what they truly desire must come out, and they must have it.
How was I such an expert? Like I said, I spent my sexual awakening years at the Unseelie Court. Don’t get me wrong. The Seelie Court has its own brand of unusual activities, but they do share the more mainstream human view of dominance and submission. The Unseelie Court is much more welcoming of such things or maybe just more open about it. It could also be that the Queen of Air and Darkness, my aunt, the overall ruler of the court for the last thousand years, give or a take a century, is very into dominance and borders on being a sexual sadist. She has shaped the court in her image, as my uncle, the King of Light and Illusion of the Seelie Court, has shaped his court in his image. Strangely, you can scheme and lie more easily in the Seelie Court. They’re into illusion. If everything looks good on the outside, then it must be good. The Unseelie Court is more honest, most of the time.
Teresa said, “Naomi, was this your first abusive relationship?”
The woman nodded. “I still don’t understand how I let it get so bad.”
I looked at Teresa, and she gave a very small nod. It meant that she’d listened to the answer and that the woman was telling the truth. Like I said, Teresa is one of the most powerful psychics in the country. It’s not just her hands you have to watch out for. Most of the time she can tell