At quite an early hour we returned home. It was the brougham they sent for us. Sir Langham Beamer put me in himself. Papa received me in his arms. We rolled away, our lips sealed together-our hearts beating against each other-our hands-ah me, our hands… The restraint was dreadful-the longing terrible. Between the two I was nearly mad. Papa, I could see, was no better.
'Covent Garden-opera-oh, here it is. Faust tonight. Look, what a splendid cast! Will you go, Eveline? The music of Gounod always delights you. Will you go?'
'Yes, dear Papa. It will cheer me up. I feel I want to hear something sympathetic. I love Gounod. I am not tired of Faust.'
'Agreed then, we will order the dinner and the carriage in good time.'
For some days he had withdrawn himself a great deal from my society. Only on such occasions as were unavoidable did he come to me, or venture himself within my influence. I was certain he had been forming resolutions to restrain his passion.
I had been absent and abroad for three years. I went from England and from what most children look on as home-my mother's house- a child. I returned a grown woman-very young, it is true-but still a woman physically and mentally, with such experience as only a debauched French institution de demoiselles can supply to color the life of a young girl. My sensations as I prepared myself for the evening were of the wildest anticipation. On this occasion I determined to go straight through with my intrigue. I was infatuated. I had nursed this passion a long time. I had built up all the most captivating and extraordinary theories and fancies respecting it. I imagined the pleasure-the sensuous gratification to be derived from it, to be supreme. The lines of Voltaire haunted me. We had already gone too far to draw back. He knew it as well as I did. It was that which induced the present visit to the Opera.
I dressed myself to please him. I decked myself out in just the dainty and coquettish style which I knew would swell his lust. The corsage just showed enough to make the observer wish to see more. My whole toilette was of that ephemeral character which could serve only to heighten the unruly passion which burned to fever heat in his veins. I was armed. I had no regrets. I only dreaded a failure.
The great theatre was crowded. The atmosphere was oppressive. Sir Edward leaned oven the back of my chair.
'My darling Eveline, you look more beautiful than ever tonight.'
'I am always glad when I can please my dear Papa.'
'Your dress is perfection, it leaves nothing to be desired.'
'Absolutely nothing, Papa? Poor Eveline!'
'Why do you say that, my dear child?'
I took his hand and held it. I leaned back in my seat, and put my face close to his. His eyes shot flames of passion. I had shut mine and sighed. He kissed the nape of my neck just under my hair. I squeezed his hand and patted it with my softly gloved fingers. I put my right hand on his thigh. My breath came fast. I trembled. His agitation became extreme.
'My beautiful-my darling Eveline!'
We had heard the last of the beautiful serenade. We sat silent. It was the entr'acte. His arm was round my waist, my hand wandered slowly and caressingly upon his left thigh.
'My sweet Eveline, you excite me dreadfully!'
'Why not, my darling Papa? Your Eveline loves you so dearly; you alone are my ideal.'
He pressed me closer, but in silence. His passion rose hot, furious, it showed in his bated breath, his swimming eyes, his every movement. His nostrils were dilated like those of a stallion with the intensity of his lust.
We were well behind the curtain and in the recess of the box. I threw my head back. He kissed me on the lips. A long, lingering embrace which spoke volumes of his desire.
'Shall we go to the restaurant and sup there again, my sweet?'
'Yes, papa. It is most oppressive here tonight. The opera is too long. The instrumentation makes my head ache. Let us go at once.'
The supper was exquisite. The wine warmed our blood. Sir Edward drank freely. I read a fixed purpose in his eyes. He could not keep his hands off me. He helped me to all the choicest morsels. By his desire I retained my gloves. He watched the exit of the waiter and tipped him handsomely. Then he locked the door.
We sat side by side upon the sofa. His arm was round me; with his right hand he caressed by bosom. We exchanged burning kisses. I boldly laid my hand on his limb. It was hard and stiff and seemed half as long as his thigh.
'Does that give you pleasure, dear Papa?'
'It is delicious, my darling Eveline.'
'May I undo the buttons?' I whispered.
He saved me the trouble; my daintily gloved hand was pushed inside, I held his limb in my grasp. Meanwhile he was busy with my legs and his touches penetrated quickly to my naked thighs. I wore no drawers. His limb seemed larger than ever. My skirts had been arranged for the occasion. He gasped in his eager lust.
'How happy you make me, dear Papa!'
He embraced me rapturously.
'Your touches are more intoxicating than wine, my sweet Eveline.'
He gloated over my shoes, my silk stockings. He passed his trembling hand softly up and down over all. I had rightly gauged his fancy.
A sudden movement released the noble limb. I saw it standing up stiffly. I seized on it again. I beheld the long white shaft, the mottled blue veins, the purple head-all, all for me at last!
I gently moved my hand up and down, covering and uncovering the big nut.
'Does that hurt, Papa?'
'No, my darling, you give me delicious sensations.'
'I am so glad, papa! What a sweet things this is!'
'I rejoice in possessing your love, my child. You may continue to feel it. Do you also really enjoy the excitement you experience in handling it?'
'Yes, certainly I do! I am never so happy as when my hand is around it.'
'Dear girl! What lovely soft gloves you have! I love to see them daintily clasped round the impudent fellow. See how he raises his red head! My Eveline, you must not deny him; you must let him have his way tonight.'
'I am yours only, dear Papa! Do with me what you wish.'
'We will intoxicate ourselves with pleasure, Eveline, but we must be careful and take all possible precautions against any mischance.'
He pushed me back gently upon the sofa. He loosened his clothes to be more at his ease. He raised my legs upon the couch and knelt between them. Then he sank softly down towards my bust and I felt him endeavoring to adjust his limb to the lips of my slit. He set his teeth hard and pushed his loins forward. I opened my legs for him.
'Oh, Papa! Dear Papa! You hurt me-you do hurt me so! Oh! Oh!'
He thrust again. There was no mistake this time, and at least half his long limb was in me. I felt it throbbing in my vagina. Then came more thrusting against a contraction I well knew how to apply.
'Papa! Papa! You are killing me! Oh, it is too much! I cannot bear it-indeed you hurt dreadfully! Good Heavens! I shall die! Take it away-oh!'
He had done his worst. I felt my parts dilate; his limb passed up me. He was at last in the full enjoyment of my person. The whole length of his delicious thing was in me to his balls which I felt bang against me underneath.
The pleasure was celestial.
He worked up and down, evidently intent on the delight he experienced. I resigned myself-I even assisted him with a gentle undulation of my loins.
'My Eveline, my sweet girl, the pain has passed; there is nothing but pleasure left now. There! There! Feel how it throbs, the poor thing! Let it go in. There now, open your dear thighs-so.'
I lay gasping in an agony of spasmodic convulsions. At length I felt he was approaching the climax. With a sob of rapture, he discharged right into me. I felt his hot sperm spouting up me. It was too much ecstasy. At length, he slowly withdrew. I quickly snatched a steel pin from my hair and pricked myself on the edge of my parts. Seeing I
