Chapter 7

It had been several weeks since Sophie had slept with Jim. Since then, the two of them had been having sex all the time. In her apartment, at her place. They were addicted to each other's bodies.

For the first time in her life, Sophie discovered herself sexually. With him, she had discovered sensations she didn't know. She had explored positions she never thought possible. She learned how to satisfy a man.

Today, she felt like a real woman and no longer a little girl. She could have fallen in love with him, if he wasn't what he was. Outside of a bed, Jim was still Jim. He was cold and commanding. Well although he and Sophie seemed to share something special, the young brunette preferred to enjoy their private time together rather than wonder about her hypothetical feelings.

With Jim, there were no stolen kisses. Sex was something sacred. No flowers, no sweet talk. But a good, hard fuck... just the way he liked it. Sophie was crazy about this guy. He inspired in her a burning desire and sensuality that she didn't know she had.

Who would have believed it? Sweet little Sophie Pavard was becoming Beachwood's sex symbol. A beautiful, sexy young woman who embraced her sexuality to the hilt. That's what she looked like.

Just a few weeks ago, the pretty brunette would never have thought she would become this woman. The handsome Jim was, of course, there for something to do with it. He had awakened unsuspected desires and sensations in her.

They often met in the little cottage by the lake, as if it were their first time. Jim spoiled her. He wasn't the sentimental type, but he showed his affection with his credit card. And Sophie was enjoying it like crazy.

New shoes, new handbags and new makeup. She was putting together a dream wardrobe. The handsome brunet had to fall under her charm a little more each time. That was the goal. This guy was driving her crazy and not only sexually....

The pretty brunette was starting to develop feelings for him and although she didn't want to admit it, everything was going well. Although she didn't want to admit it, it scared her. She had been madly in love with Henry for so long. She had been the kind, gentle, devoted girlfriend. But it hadn't paid off... He was really a beautiful bastard, she thought with anger.

Miniskirt, heels and crop top, Sophie was a real bombshell. Henry who observed it of the other corner of the street, sat at a coffee, could not help salivating on the body more than sexy of his ex.

He wondered where this change came from, and how she could to pay for all this. It disappeared behind the ton of bags that she carried. Henry promised himself to clarify this point later. In any case, he was determined to win her back. It was no longer the girl he had left a few weeks earlier. No! In front of his eyes was a spectacle of such sensuality that sensuality that he was going to have to stop watching because the bulge in his pants threatened to betray him.

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5 pm

Meet me at 8pm. In front of the bar of our

first meeting. Dress very sexy, make me dream.

-J

Jim and his cryptic text messages. One place, one set of instructions. Here's how it was done. Sophie loved it. Being his doll ready to please his master. Yes, that was the kind of game they played.

He had said "sexy". Okay, but he wanted her to wear something that made him dream. He certainly wanted something hot. Something that said, "I'm yours, take me right now, I'll do anything you want." Yes, that's it! That was it. Sophie knew exactly what to wear.

The young woman thus opted for a black lace bodysuit, open on the sides. This would reveal her bare skin but not entirely. To make crazy Jim, she added to her dress of the suspender doors, of the black tights little opaque with floral patterns. Here is a small touch of femininity and innocence. Sophie put her most beautiful high heels, always black.

Once her outfit was ready, she completed the ensemble with a silver choker. She curled her hair that framed her beautiful face and she did not hesitate to make up her eyes more than usual by insisting well on her line of eyeliner. For the final touch, she applied a red lipstick. Here everything was perfect. Finally, almost.

Sophie was almost naked. She had to put something on. And this pretty black tight dress would be perfect. It did not hide her pretty forms. On the contrary. That's it, she was ready.

7:30 pm

I hope you did what I asked. I can't wait to

to see. A driver is waiting for you downstairs. I don't want

want anyone but me to enjoy the sight of your

beautiful body. I'll see you later.

-J

And indeed, exactly as Jim had said, a limousine was waiting for her at the bottom of her building. Sophie was all excited. Her dark-haired beau used to pick her up for their little meetings.

He had never sent anyone. Maybe their relationship had moved to the next level? stage? Maybe Jim was starting to develop feelings for her? Or maybe she was just fooling herself... Sophie climbed into her scrap metal carriage and spent the rest of the ride concentrating on trivial matters. She didn't want to think about how she felt about Jim. Every time she did, an unpleasant feeling ran through her body. No, she needed to clear her mind and have a good time with him.