White Delights
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 17: Charming Company
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 17: Charming Company - The Emir has decided to add to his harem. He finds a concubine in Paris, but she isn't what he wants. The Irish discovery is very much to his taste, but she draws the line at sharing him with a harem of "whatevers". In Australia he is comprehensively insulted and takes his revenge by having the woman enslaved and sold. In England, a young widow and her daughter take his fancy and both enjoy all the bedroom delights he can dream up. The author’s favourite Delights novel.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Blackmail Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Historical Incest Mother Son Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Petting Caution Violence
Diana managed to throw David together with the young people quite a lot, but it was quickly apparent to the Emir that her matchmaking was going to fail. Bridget was far too opinionated to make a suitable wife for an Emir. The final straw came unexpectedly at a small dinner party Davina had arranged for them at a very fashionable restaurant. The Emir was the last of the party of six to arrive; Davina stood up and kissed him on both cheeks, Mary, Shane and Simon greeted him affably enough, but the greeting from Bridget was far from friendly.
"Piss off!" she said and stood up.
"Is it true what they are saying, Mr. Ransome?" she asked in a voice that boomed across the restaurant, "Is it?"
"What are they saying, Bridget?" he replied calmly, knowing what was coming.
"That you are really an Arab pretending to be white?"
Silence fell across the whole restaurant as all the other diners waited for his response.
"I have never made any secret of the fact that my mother was English and my father was Kobekistani," he said.
"Well we don't want any part-blacks here," she declared, "Australia is for the whites, especially the better restaurants."
"In that case, may I offer you a lift anywhere?" he said, "Since you are one quarter Aborigine yourself."
If the restaurant had been quiet before, you could now have heard a pin drop.
"How dare you?" she spluttered.
"The same way that you dared. The truth is the truth. Is it not true, Miss Bridget Browne-with-an-e, that your maternal grandmother's name was Kanawa, and that she was only the bed warmer of your grandfather? Further that your grandfather's wife was barren, as was attested in court by two independent doctors?" the Emir taunted her, "Will you sue me for this slander, and submit to a DNA test to prove my case?"
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