Anonymous - Eveline

"You do not appear as if you required my services, Miss L, if I may judge by your looks."

"Looks may be deceptive, Dr. Proctor. I do not feel any fresher or better for the fatigues of the London season so far. Some of your bromide might not be wasted on me."

He was too stupid, or too much engrossed by the consideration of his own professional importance to notice the ironical tone of my voice.

"Take her into the country-give her bracing air-a few days change to the East coast would set her up. Good bye, Sir Edward, good bye. I have a long round today-and royalty to visit at noon."

"That's rather a good idea. I wonder if Mrs. Lockett could be trusted to look after our invalid. We might run off to C, or B-for a couple of days. It would bring back all your roses, Eveline."

What a hideous thing! I thought as I stood behind the great statue of Achilles in the park. It was misty, not to say foggy. The air of the murky London atmosphere had not yet been moved by the breeze. It stood in yellow patches about the green glades and spoiled the fresh fragrance of the flower beds. I walked slowly on. A solitary figure came slowly out of the haze. Nearer and nearer. It took the shape of a tall man, broad-shouldered, upright, a military air and independent stride which argued decision and self-confidence. It was Inspector Walker.

"Ah, Miss L, how fortunate I am to find you out already! Not a very promising morning either. You look frightened. I trust-"

"No, I am not frightened. I am only a little nervous. I am anxious no one should recognize me. You recall too often my individuality. I run a great risk. In fact I have been wrong, I fear, to come here."

"Do not say that. I will not repeat the imprudence. You know I am quite safe in any case to keep a confidence. I am only too grateful to you for permitting me to see you again."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"It is my business to keep secrets. I am a member of the detective force."

"I suppose I may trust you, Mr. Walker?"

"Indeed. Let me caution you to lower your veil."

"Are you afraid to look at me?"

My eyes spoke mischief. I smiled, but did not blush.

"Indeed I am. You are too beautiful for a man to look at safely."

"Was that the reason I was to put my veil down?"

"Oh, no! It was for your own protection. You are now quite safe from recognition."

We sat down on one of the seats by the side of the path. No one was about. The nursemaids and the soldiers had not yet arrived, nor was the morning propitious. The Inspector became very loving, especially when he found I was not offended by his little familiarities. We laughed and chatted. I soon learned the sort of man with whom I had to deal. He was quite my ideal. I brought him quickly to the point.

"You say you want to be my friend-my secret eye on all around. You should be-if I was sure I could trust you."

I listened to his explanations. I determined to go on with my intrigue. In ten minutes we completely understood each other.

"You would have me treat you so, then, little lady?"

"Yes! Exactly in all respects as if I was one of the class to which I have referred."

"Be it so. You shall find me loyal and true. I am a lucky man!"

"I like you, Mr. Walker. Henceforth you are my dragon-my watchful, protecting dragon."

A look of strong animal passion passed over his features. He had caught the infection from my eyes. I gave him my hand. He pressed the pretty tight-fitting kid glove to his lips.

"At four o'clock we will swim in pleasure. Au revoir, my dragon."

"John, where is Mary? I did not see her at work on the stairs this morning."

"No Miss Eveline. Mary is gone; Mrs. Lockett sent her off yesterday. Shall I bring you a glass of wine, miss?"

Mrs. Lockett had received Sir Edwards' orders to discharge the under-housemaid. She gave her a month's wages, one hour's notice, and an excellent character extending over eighteen months. She had known her exactly two. Jim was away exercising the horses when she left with her tears and her box. John brought the wine on a salver.

"Shall I pour it out, miss?"

"Yes. How is Robin, John? He has not had any ginger nuts lately."

"No, he hasn't. He's had no fun either, poor chap. He's overloaded, miss, that's what he is-puffed up with his own importance, like too many folks. He wants taking down a peg."

"Shut the door. Bring him here-quick, let me feel his pulse!"

I had his big limb in my grasp. All was quiet. Papa was down at the Horse Guards, where he had an appointment now. I found the footman's member irresistible. I kissed it. I moistened the willing tip. I rubbed the long shaft well up and down with both hands.

"Oh! That's heaven! It's-it's doing him good already!"

The thing swelled stiffly up. I let it enter my mouth. I sucked it. I tickled it. I worked so quickly that he grew livid with excitement.

"Oh! My God! I shall spend! Oh! Oh! I shall come!"

I continued, going so far as to bury my face in his belly. John discharged. I received all and swallowed. Not a drop of his delicious sperm was lost. I had infinite pleasure thus. This form of libidinous gratification was growing on me. From that day I seldom missed my morning dose. Robin took to it very willingly.

At four o'clock I was at the appointed rendezvous. My "dragon" was there. He was overjoyed at my punctuality.

My veil was down. We took a short run. He made sure we were unobserved. Then he hailed a four wheel cab. He put me inside after giving a direction to the driver. He stopped at the corner of a street. I followed him a few paces after he had seen the man drive off. We then crossed the road. My dragon led the way. I followed a dozen paces behind. Presently he entered a large house, the door of which he opened by turning a big brass handle. I found him ready to receive me in the hall. No one else had appeared. He led me to a back room on the entrance floor. To my surprise, I found the window shutters fast, and the curtains closed against the daylight. A good fire burned brightly on the hearth. Electric lights shed a golden luster on a beautifully furnished bedroom. My companion closed and locked the door. Some particularly "risky" engravings hung from the walls.

"We are secure here. We can be absolutely at our ease."

I felt he was to be trusted. He evidently knew his ground.

"Yes, we are alone. We are at our ease."

The words were hardly out of my lips before I was folded in his arms.

"You beautiful girl! This is too much happiness!"

"Do you really like me, my dragon?"

"Like you? It is not even safe for man to look upon you, you beautiful little lady. I believe I shall-yes! — I shall call you "Beauty." Come, I want you-Beauty! You know what you promised me this morning? You said we should swim in pleasure. Was it not so?"

"I will do more than that. I will intoxicate you with delight. I will try to make you revel in-in lust. Your pleasure will be mine also!"

I had sunk my voice to a whisper. All was otherwise silent, save the splutter of the burning wood in the newly lighted fire. My companion held me in his arms. I sat on his knee. Our faces touched-our lips met in a delicious embrace. Our tongues rolled together.

I can imagine no finer sensation of refined sensuality than for a woman of salacious temperament to be the instrument of a strong man's pleasure. I love to encourage the gradual approach of such a one. To receive his ardent kisses-his lewd caresses all expressive of his delight, his passion, and his desire-to succumb to his strong will, to feel his naked form pressed roughly, brutally, upon my tender bosom, my satin skin-his big trembling hands clasped around my swelling buttocks, as he draws me nearer, closer, in the lascivious movements of his passionate enjoyment-to know that I am the instrument of his supreme delight-that it is I who am about to receive the essence of his manhood, the outpourings of his nature, in the satiate of that ecstasy of which I am the cause-all this is joy to Eveline, and in that act of self-abandonment consists her own moist poignant pleasure.