While the corruption of the boy was thus being successfully pushed forward, his father was making no less rapid advances in the agreeable science of debauchery. By now, indeed, Mr. Lovel had realised in what sphere his true happiness lay, that its focus was comprehended in the various openings of his mistress’ body, and that the proper end of his existence was to ejaculate in them as often as possible.
Already the life of business had lost its charm for him: the attraction of making money now seemed inferior to that of spending it, and the time passed in his office but so many hours to be deducted from the time he spent in Kate’s arms. As he himself said to his mistress, who was now permanently installed in the house in Great Portland Street, the thrill of a successful speculation in the City or on ’Change was as nothing compared to the satisfaction of discharging his sperm in her mouth, her bowels, her womb or her hands.
He had for some time now made up his mind to exchange the life of business for the life of pleasure, and residence in London for residence abroad; and the day on which he had made his final dispositions to this effect was for him the happiest he had known for many years.
That very evening he broke the news to Kate. They were lying in bed at the time, savouring the pleasant exhaustion ensuing on an act of love in which Arthur had taken her from behind, dividing his attentions equally between her anus and vulva, and penetrating each in turn until he discharged, when Kate had begun speaking of Richard.
“For I have been thinking,” she said, “that he and Miss Marwood will be coming back this very month, and perhaps you would wish me to go and live in my flat again.”
“My dear Kate,” laughed Arthur, “what could put such an idea in your head?”
“Nothing but common sense, Arthur. Now that he is past fifteen it will do the boy no good to be living in the same house with his father’s whore, people would not like it. And I feel too that this governess does not much appreciate my being here. So that what with one thing and another I shall feel a little cramped and uneasy, and I thought you might too.”
Her protector’s only answer was to take her in his arms and kiss her with the greatest tenderness, after which he made her sit up in bed and listen to the good news he had been saving for her.
“And so, my dearest girl,” he finished, “we are leaving this gloomy great house and this wretched climate for ever. Does that not make you happy?”
Kate, who had been listening to him with both hands clasped in delight to the rosy nipples of her breasts, slipped out of bed and danced naked around the room, so great was her pleasure.
“Oh, Arthur my darling,” she cried, “this is like a dream come true! I was so sad with thinking I might not lie with you night and day from now on, and now I am to be with you for ever and always, and we are to travel over Europe and see all the sights. Happy, Arthur? To be a woman running about all day with the man she loves and fucking with him all night? What more could a woman ask?”
Arthur looked at her tenderly; already his genital had begun to stiffen with reanimated desire.
“And oh,” Kate went on, “we shall visit all the lovely whorehouses too, shall we not? For I have heard they have grand ones in Europe, and they have all kinds of machines and contrivances for increasing a man’s pleasure, and I would like to study them all so I could know how to give you the finest time and the greatest joy in spending of any man in the world.” She paused, then sitting down beside him she took his splendid member between her hands. “But what is to happen to poor Richard?”
“Why, poor Richard, as you call him, is a rich man as of today. I have settled half my fortune on him, with immediate enjoyment of the income, while the capital will be his as soon as he is eighteen.”
“Why, what a good father you are, Arthur!” exclaimed his mistress, bending down and impulsively kissing the rosy tip of his swelling penis. “And who have you made the trustee?”
Arthur laughed. “Who else but his own Miss Marwood? For though I don’t care for her style at all, I’ve absolute confidence in her. She has a real head on her shoulders, and in spite of all her flogging of the boy she’s devoted to him, as anyone can see. Yes, Kate, I feel this is the best thing for everyone concerned. Especially for myself: by this one stroke I rid myself of all family responsibility, I make some amends to Richard by making him a very wealthy young man, I secure his welfare by appointing Miss Marwood as the trustee, I place her in a position of authority–and that is what that young woman wants above all, believe me!–and I assure myself a future of happiness with you, my dear Kate, a future without a care except that of multiplying our enjoyment of each other’s society.”
“And is all this done?”
“Signed, sealed and delivered, my dear. We leave for Paris tomorrow night.”
“Oh Arthur,” she cried, “my heart is so full I cannot speak ... But see, your prick is so fine and hard and proud now, and what shall I do with it? What would you like best? Should you like to bugger my arse again, my heart’s darling?”
“No, Kate, I think I must fuck your mouth now, But we’ll try something new. Lie down on your back now; so. Now purse your lips, make that lovely mouth of yours as round and tight as your quim, and then hold still so that I can enjoy it at my own leisure.”
Then, straddling her shoulders and supporting himself with his arms above her head, he pressed the glowing head of his superb penis to her protruding lips, let it play against them tantalisingly for a few moments, and then inserted it slowly into the delicious wet cavern of the mouth now transformed into a simulacrum of that other vent between her thighs.
“Ah,” he said, moving his hips up and down and causing his member to slide in and out of the tight clinging orifice, “your mouth is as good to fuck as your vulva, Kate! Now knead my testicles a little, and tickle my hole with your finger. But not too much, I will take my time before I spend.”
For the next few minutes he exercised his member in this leisurely way, by turns withdrawing it altogether and plunging it into the tight muscular ring of her firmly posed lips; then, feeling the sperm gathering at the root of his shaft and the preliminary thrill of the crisis threading his loins, he thrust deeply within her mouth and ceased his movements.
“Now, now, Kate,” he whispered: “now use your tongue-suck me right out, to the last drop!” And the next moment he was shuddering in the throes of an exquisitely prolonged orgasm as the greedy muscles of his mistress’ tongue and glottis slowly pumped the hot sperm from the very base of his member to the bulb, milking it like the most passionate of vulvas, making it jet into her throat where it was voluptuously tasted and swallowed.
He remained with hips resting on her face and his subsiding member lodged in the warm embrace of her mouth for a long time, savouring the perfection of his orgasm; then he withdrew, bent over and kissed his mistress’ forehead with the greatest tenderness.
“Well, Kate,” he said, “I have heard the whores in France and Italy are highly praised for their ability to give a man pleasure, but I will back you in a contest against any of them, at any time! Indeed, I think my own Irish whore is on all counts the best in the world.”
Thus it was that when Harriet and Richard arrived in London a week later on a cold wet evening in September, they found the house in Great Portland Street empty save for Bridget, who handed the governess a letter in which Mr. Lovel acquainted her with his decisions and how he had put them into effect.
Harriet remained motionless for a full minute, digesting the full import of this news which surpassed all her wildest expectations. At last she handed the letter to Richard; she watched him closely while he read it.
“So you see, my dear boy,” she said, “that while you are now a young man of fortune you remain none the less under my absolute authority. And I warn you that I shall keep the same tight rein over you during the two years of my stewardship as I have done in the past.” She smiled suddenly. “Well, does the idea appeal to you?”
He raised his eyes to hers timidly, but she could not mistake the happiness and adoration in the dark-blue gaze. “Oh yes, miss,” he whispered. “You know, I shall always be happy while you are with me — always ...”
She took his face between her hands. “Even though I still master and hold you in check, Richard? Allow you no freedom? Whip you without mercy, and humiliate you in the face of the world? Even then, Richard?”
He lifted his face, seeking her lips. “Oh yes, miss,” he whispered. “Even with all that–I shall love you, I shall be happy.”
She pressed her mouth to his passionately. Her triumph knew no bounds, her heart was beating swiftly; against her thighs she felt the tremulous swelling of his boyish member, and she passed her hand swiftly between his legs, thrilling at the contact with this unfailing index of his sensuality.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “And now as a reward for your admission, you will go upstairs and to bed. I will come and relieve your sexual tension later. Behave yourself until I do.”