Sophie's Paris

By Libby Fox

Sophie’s love affair with her eccentric, exploitative Plastic Surgeon Mark Silberman reaches new heights. She is enticed into joining him on a holiday in Paris. Totally besotted with her Greek god she has no qualms about it and accepts the offer. She even managed to trick her other half, a provincial lacking creativity in bedroom etiquette, into believing she would be travelling with her best girlfriend Jacqui. Mark has massive plans for her. Plans to satisfy and nourish his sick distorted mind, fulfilling his fetishes to the utmost. Sophie has only eyes for him and does not see beyond the end of her nose. She gets sexually abused by men and forced into situations she isn’t happy with. But the blind submissiveness and commitment she showers on him, eventually touches him. Mark realises she has rendered his life complete. He owns her body but now wants to win it for good. He begs her to leave her husband and be his wife. This means having to perform to his every whim, be shared with every Tom,Dick and Harry and also with women for the rest of her life. Sophie promises to ask her husband for a divorce once they got back to UK.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Libby Fox
• Release date: Nov 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370459087

Libby Fox

About the AuthorLibby Fox was born in Malta but spent most of her life living and travelling abroad mainly in Central Europe, Middle East, and USA. Since then she has settled in UK after she got married to her English husband . Being multilingual she decided to work as a Professional Interpreter after giving up her Pharmacy job. In 2015, she wrote her first book , a Romance /Erotica "BLACK FOR LAST" followed by another two, recently completed this year 2017. Her just published second book, a raunchy Sequel to the first called “Sophie's Paris” has attracted a lot of attention from the readers. Her third is titled "Conflicts of Destiny." The style and genre is aliens to the other two. It is an ecclesiastical, intriguing and humourous romance. Her greatest love is animals of all kind , also classical music/Opera/Lieder /Musicals. In her younger days she performed Lieder /Opera both home and abroad. Painting is another pastime of hers and her favourite style is Abstract .https://twitter.com/livF2https://www.facebook.com/liv.fox.7http://www.amazon.com/BLACK-LAST-Olivia-Fox-ebook/dp/B00T0VRDYQ/ ... ...

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Sophie’s Paris

(Sequel to Black for Last)

Libby Fox

Copyright © 2017 Libby Fox Sophie’s Paris

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About the author.

The moss I have gathered and gathering more

On my third book and making it hot

Hoping my fans like it and ask for an encore.

Libby Fox is a UK indie author living in the land of Robin Hood with her beloved husband David. Her other two loves are Music and animals including her hobbies, travelling, painting and singing. She took up singing at the age of seventeen and for a while performed Opera and Lieder in Malta, Italy & Israel. Being multilingual she later on decided to work as a Professional Interpreter and has been doing so for the last ten years. a couple of years ago she was inspired to take up writing as well, a love that had always harboured within her but could never find the time for.

Her first book Black for Last in eKindle and Paperbook format was published in 2015.

Her second Conflicts of Destiny in eKindle and Paperback format published in 2017.

Dedication

To my beloved David and all the Tweeters I have come across.

This is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons, accounts is completely coincidental.

Sophie’s Paris

(Sequel to Black for Last)

Libby Fox.

(Work of fiction)

CHAPTER 1

Four Seasons Hotel George V Paris

Paris. At last. Lost in thoughts am I. What the fuck is to become of me? I threw caution to the wind when I accepted an invitation for a two week holiday here. I happen to be relaxing on a Georgian armchair belonging to this lavish Four Seasons Hotel’s Royal Suite in the centre of Paris. It’s a Friday afternoon. Such contemporary stylish grandeur skilfully stacked up in a Suite. The massive lounge set in a neutral muted theme, runs all through the suite. Glass, gold mirrors, faience and dark furniture, all tastefully positioned around the room, extending to an open plan dining area. The exquisite Master bedroom is furnished with ostentatious silver and white walk in wardrobe next to a private terrace. But for me la piece de resistance is the bathroom. Sheets of white marble cover all the walls. The bathroom suite is fitted with gold regal accessories. Mega sized bath with an adjoining steam room and shower. Bouquets of white roses methodically placed in every single room, bathroom included. The iconic Eiffel Tower is within a stone’s throw; in fact this magnificent sight is in full view from where I am sitting, along with Champs Elysees. This runs between Place de La Concorde and Charles De Gaulle place close to Arc de Triomphe. We arrived today by taxi from the airport Charles de Gaulle on a first class flight from Heathrow airport. Mark got detained at the hotel reception so he suggested I go and freshen up before he takes me out on tour of the city. I am still trying to get my head around the fact that I am in Paris with the man of my dreams. He is handsome as a Greek god, six foot two inches tall, bachelor, with dark eyes and a body to die for. A mysterious eccentric plastic surgeon I encountered some months ago at the hospital where I work. He is treating me to this holiday. If only my husband could see me right now. I swear to God he would have a heart attack, which reminded me; grabbing hold of my handbag I reached for my mobile. On the spur of the moment I decide to call him. The response was quick, it seemed like he was expecting my call.

Ian it’s me love. Just letting you know I’m fine. How are things?

As well as can be Sophie. Glad you arrived safely, though I’m missing you already, he blurted impulsively down the phone.

Oh Ian so am I, it’s only two weeks, I bet you’ll be surprised how fast time will go. I promise to speak to you again soon, I replied reassuringly.

A niggling feeling about the state of my personal affairs persists. Something tells me I should be somewhere else. Quickly, I shrug off such unsavoury thoughts. The gratification of my own desires is overpowering and clouding my common sense.

We have been given a four-poster bed. It brought a sweet flashback of another previous intimate encounter I had back home with a black admirer of mine called Ben. Anyway I had better freshen up before Mark comes back. Mention the devil.

Sophie, where are you? he queried trailing me all the way to the bathroom.

I am here in the bathroom Mark.

Can I join you my Bijoux? he asks stepping in the room.

Be my guest Mark, I replied invitingly.

Next thing I know he was standing stark naked in the shower right behind me. His soft hands settle on my shoulders, but not for long. They make their way down to my back followed by a quick detour to my breasts. With featherlike strokes he rubs my nipples giving them a quick perk, and guided his mouth to my back. He showers me with kisses. Continuing his quest lower to my curvy voluptuous ass. His hands by now are advancing towards my pussy. His long slim fingers sit merrily on my clitoris dancing in slow motion, accompanied by his laborious tongue licking and rimming my anus. My hands naturally abandoned the soap and stretched themselves forward to reach for the white cold marble facing them. The rest of me stood rooted to the spot like a tiger waiting to be mounted. His fingers now nimble, blast into a Tango travelling further up and down to my secret garden. His tongue gets a rest; he stands up and inserts his generous solid stick up my anus. This is the second time I experience an anal entrance, but he seems to be a pro at it, no complaints from me instead the pleasure felt delicious. His fingering carried on as my pussy clenches hard around his fingers. His shaft was having its way too and before long had him groan higher and higher mumbling something or other in between:

Sophie your ample ass ........

But I failed to grasp the rest. My mind was concentrating on my imminent sublime orgasm. Nothing was going to shift it not even an earthquake. My larynx freed a deafening sound and then I relaxed my body into the arms of my lover. We showered. He wiped me down.

"Let’s get ready now to go out. We’re not far from the French Lido