Heartbeats & Ink

Adrian

I was shocked when Sofia called me "daddy." It was something I had always wanted to hear, considering my dominant nature. But to hear it in this context was unexpected and hard to believe. However, I tried not to dwell on it as I focused on going to pick her up from the club.

I grabbed my car keys and headed towards the Preston Club. I couldn't help but feel a sense of worry for Sofia; I never thought of her as irresponsible before.

From afar, I could see Sofia with a girl who I assumed was her friend. They both seemed extremely drunk, talking to a tree of all things

I pulled my car up in front of them, and they were still yelling at the tree when I got out.

"Sofia," I called out to her.

"Oh my god, Adrian! Hi!" She ran towards me, her friend still cursing at the tree.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"I feel amazing, so good and light," she replied, looking temptingly beautiful.

"Come on, I'll take you home," I offered.

"But what about Tatia?" she asked cutely.

"I'll drop her off first, then take you home. Okay?" I suggested.

"Okay," she agreed.

As we walked towards Tatia, while she was scolding the tree for touching her inappropriately. I couldn't do much about it, so I asked if I could drop her off too. She looked at me as if she was staring into my soul and then said, "Are you Adrian? The gym guy?"

I just nodded, and she looked at Sofia, who by now had leaned her head against my shoulder. Her caramel scent wafted over me intensely, and she looked irresistible. Standing shorter than me meant that all I saw was her cleavage peeking through her off-shoulder top. It suddenly struck me what she was wearing, and she looked like a whole meal. I guess red must be my new favorite color; she was sexy and alluring at the same time. Her glossy, full lips were inviting me, and despite being in the wrong place, I couldn't help but admire her beauty.

She was igniting a fire within me that I couldn't control, a fire that I had been suppressing for far too long. She was becoming my desire, overwhelming me with emotions.

Pushing aside my thoughts, I focused on taking care of Sofia instead of indulging in my kinky desires. I helped her into the front seat of my car and made room for Tatia in the back.

As we drove in silence, my eyes kept wandering to Sofia's thighs, imagining myself between them. It was driving me crazy, but I tried to concentrate on driving.

After reaching outside Tatia's place she immediately hopped out of my car, and sofia was about to open the door when asked her to stay as this wasn't her place, but her friend's, and she explained that she had to stay there due to a curfew at her own place. Disappointed, I sighed as I really wanted some alone time with her and have a chance to talk. But it seemed like luck wasn't on my side today.

"Hey Tatia, are you drunk again?" I heard someone say from behind.

"Dalia, why are you here?" Tatia responded in surprise.

"What do you mean? I live here," Dalia said, sounding annoyed.

"But you were supposed to return after 2 days. Why are you here now? And where will Sofia sleep?" Tatia asked with concern. It suddenly dawned on me that Sofia was still sitting in the car, sipping from a small flask that seemed to magically appear from her purse.