White Delights
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 39: Married Delights
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 39: Married Delights - 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
Ayda was lying on her back, firmly nailed to the bed by the Emir's prick, and feeling very comfortable, enjoying the warmth in her behind from the smacking he had delivered in the course of their lovemaking.
'It's curious that I can enjoy him so much, yet I don't love him, ' she thought, 'He gives me so much more than Andrew ever did, in every way, the luxury, the orgasms, the spankings, the mastery; even his ignoring me at times makes me feel more intensely when I am with him. I should be jealous because he sleeps with lots of other women, even my daughter and his own mother. I don't mind any of that as long as I get my share, and not knowing if it will be me or someone else on any night adds excitement.'
Aloud she said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," said the Emir who was undulating gently inside this warm and attractive woman, and feeling very relaxed and benign.
"Why do different girls have different coloured gowns in the harem? Does it mean anything?"
"No special reason, except white to indicate a virgin. If you want a particular colour just ask," he replied.
"And jewellery?" she asked.
"Nobody has jewellery here," he replied.
"Lujain does," she contradicted.
In a flash he was off the bed and picking up a whip.
Whish ... THWACK!
The dog whip landed across her breasts and she felt the pain and a twinge of excitement simultaneously. It was such a turn on when he exploded like that, treating her like the slave she was, and knew she really was meant to be.
"That was for contradicting me," he said, "Especially as you were right."
He fell heavily on her, adding to the stinging in her bruised breasts, and slipped back inside her.
Conversationally he continued, "Lujain came from Paris, where she was a waitress. I fancied her and bought her soul with a few big tips and a set of diamonds to wear on a night out at the Opera. It amuses me that she still wears them when I send for her. When she goes, they will not go with her, and if I get angry with her then she will see them on someone else."
He started undulating gently inside her again and she thought of how he had bought her and her daughter for a few dinners and a ride in a Royal aircraft.
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