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h-c-u · 2 years ago

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Breaking the Billionaire

Summary: Being in control can be exhausting.

Pairing: sub!Toto Wolff x soft!femdom!reader

W/C: 5.2k

Rating: +18, dom/sub, size difference, anal sex, pegging, overstimulation, aftercare.

A/N: Toto gets pegged. And there is over 1k words spent on aftercare. I don't know what else to say... It's like... 5AM, so please have that in mind...

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As soon as you caught Toto's gaze right after the race, you knew what he needed this evening. He didn't have to ask, and you didn't have to reply, but you still smiled and nodded to confirm your unspoken agreement. Before anything could happen though, he had to attend the trophy ceremony, and give a few interviews, which you honestly didn't mind, because it gave you a chance to watch him from the sides with the knowledge that your mere presence in the corner of his eye was enough to give him peace and comfort.

When he was done with everything, he walked almost sheepishly to you, placed a long, soft kiss on the top of your head, and let himself be pulled into your arms. He buried his face in the nook of your neck (even though the angle of him leaning down so much wasn't exactly comfortable) and inhaled deeply, momentarily flooding his every sense with you. You gently ran your hand over his back and with the other, you cupped the back of his neck. One of the Mercedes media people just took a picture of this moment, but it was a conversation for later because you knew Toto wasn't in the right mind space to discuss anything like that.

- Let's go... - you whispered quietly, and he nodded. Even though he straightened his posture, he didn't let you go; his arm staying wrapped securely around your waist.

Today was one of the rare days when you were the one behind the wheel, and yet you were focusing more on the person next to you, than on savoring this moment. The ride back to the hotel was quiet, and when you stopped at the red light, you rested your hand on Toto’s thigh, wordlessly letting him know you were there for him, no matter what.

As soon as you closed the door to your hotel room and made sure it was locked, Toto dropped to his knees in front of you; his bag, phone, and keys landing on the floor, while he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face against your abdomen. You instantly saw the change in his posture, and you couldn't help but smile, appreciating the depth of trust he had in you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp and in response, he let out a sound that could be only classified as a purr.

- Get ready... - you whispered as you leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, and yet he didn't stand up right away. Instead, his hands traveled from your waist down your legs until they reached your shoes. He unlaced them and took them off for you with an almost blank expression on his face, but that was to be changed. - Up. - you said in a more authoritative tone, and this time he immediately stood up. Despite the fact he was towering over you, his demeanor and posture made it feel like he was the one who was smaller. – Undress. Leave just the shirt. - your voice was quiet, yet it was far from weak. His hands immediately went to his belt, but you were not watching. Instead, you went to your suitcase and took out an unnecessarily complicated leather harness, a toy you both chose a few months ago and a small bottle of lube, which you placed on the bed. When you turned around, the only thing he was wearing was the shirt you asked him to leave, the first two buttons permanently open.

- Undress me. - you said with a soft smile, but there was a slight warning in your voice because even though he enjoyed ripping your clothes off, this time was different. This time if his moves became too rapid, or if his fingers lingered too long in places they shouldn’t - there would be consequences.

Without saying a word, he got closer, and with a subtle uncertainty in his moves, he started slowly unbuttoning your shirt. His big, long fingers struggled with tiny buttons for a short moment, but eventually, all of them came undone. Without breaking eye contact, he slid both hands under the material on your shoulders and slowly removed the blouse from your body. When he tried to reach for the clasp of your bra, you stopped him and directed his hands lower; you'd rather have your breasts safely tucked in and secured for what would happen next.

He undid the string on the back of your skirt and loosened the lacing holding it in place, allowing it to fall to the ground. Carefully not to break the delicate material, he slid his fingers under the band of the tights and moved them down, gently caressing the skin of your thighs, but no longer than necessary. He had to kneel again to take them off completely, and when he did, his face was right in front of your clothed core; so close that he was able to feel the heat radiating from there. He looked at you with a question in his eyes, and when you nodded once, he slowly slid down your panties as well, leaving your pussy bare. You could see that he very obviously swallowed, salivating at the mere thought of your taste.

- Harness. - the tone of your voice stopped his thoughts from galloping, but he still needed a moment to process your request. Eventually, he took the harness and the toy from the bed. First, he secured the dildo to the front of the gear because it was much easier to do when no one was wearing it. When it was done, he lowered the contraption and let you step into it. Because he was still kneeling in front of you when the harness was in place, the toy was right in his face, and you noticed that he swallowed again while eying the familiar shape. He tightened the straps on your hips, and then he moved to the ones around your thighs. With one hand he reached between your legs to grab the longer strap, and when he was bringing it forward, he let his thumb graze between your folds, letting the touch linger. When you let out a quiet "Tsk, tsk, tsk...", he instantly went back to secure the harness. It's not like you didn't like him touching you there, but today you didn't give him permission to do so. The other strap was tightened around your thigh without any more surprises or misbehaviors.

Toto looked up at you with an unasked question in his eyes, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you gently cupped his cheek and ran your thumb over it. He closed his eyes and leaned almost forcefully into your hand as if he was a dying man and only your touch could save him... You let him relish in that sensation for a moment, while your hand slowly traveled into his hair, where you grabbed a fistful of it and harshly yanked his head, pulling him back to reality. His jaw was loose enough for his lips and teeth to slightly part, making it possible for you to thrust your hips forward and pull his head by the hair at the same time, burying the toy deep in his throat in one swift move.

He had no time to prepare, but out of instinct, muscle memory, or some other ungodly reason, he was still able to relax enough for the dildo to cross the barrier and slide down completely until his nose was tightly pressed against your abdomen. Because it happened so quickly, his brain didn't get the chance to catch up and he tried to sharply inhale, which only made him choke and gag. He tried to move away, but you just tightened your grip on his hair and held him steady until his eyes started watering and his shoulders were convulsing in a desperate attempt to retreat. He still didn't tap your thigh three times, so you knew you could do even more. Only when his face was red, his cheeks soaked with tears and the drool was dripping from his chin and seeping into his shirt, you yanked him back, allowing him to catch his breath for a few seconds. His frenzied gasps were louder than thunder in the dead quiet of the bedroom, but the stoic calmness in his eyes told you everything you needed to know...

By now you knew him and his body well enough to recognize what he could and more importantly couldn't handle. That's why you didn't even hesitate before pulling him onto the toy again. This time he was more prepared, and even though his face could still be used as a flag of a certain communist country, he had no issues with the brutal pace you set, only letting out a few gurgling noises then the dildo bruised the back of his throat.

It wasn't long before his shoulders relaxed and his eyes closed again, dwelling in that comfort of not having to do anything and just letting himself be used. He gave up control of his movements not even pretending to struggle when you harshly guided his head; he gave up control over his breath every time you buried the silicon cock so deep it burned his esophagus; he gave up control over his mind, allowing you to engulf him in the reality of your creation. A reality, where he didn't have to make any decisions and his existence, was dictated by your whim.

As soon as you saw how pliant he became under your touch, you held his head pressed against your abdomen again, but this time he didn't choke or gag... He stayed still, slowly breathing through his nose even when you finally let go of his hair. You couldn't help but gently smile at the sight of his lips wrapped tightly around the toy’s girth, not even a millimeter of silicon seeing the light of day. His mouth was pressed tightly against the harness, and you could feel his saliva rubbing off on your bare skin around there. His eyelashes were stuck together with tears, but there was no longer any trace of wetness on his cheeks. The crimson on his face summoned by the rough beginning was also gone, and now he just sat calm and content at your feet.

- Good boy... - you said quietly, running your hand through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. You could see his glossed eyes light up almost immediately when the words left your mouth, as he looked at you with pure adoration.

You retreated your hips, and the toy left his lips with a quiet "plop", and when it did, he loudly swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, but didn't even bother to wipe the wetness around it. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, a complete contrast to the rough fucking his throat just received.

- Bed. Knees together on the floor, chest on the mattress. - you whispered, still keeping your lips lightly pressed against his hair, but as soon as you straightened your back, he moved into the position you requested, not even bothering to stand up. His shirt rode up exposing his ass and already hard, leaking cock that was currently pressed against the side of the bed. For the moment he put his hands under his head, patiently waiting for your next move, and he didn't have to wait long. You opened the bottle of lube that you retrieved earlier, squeezed a generous portion onto the silicone dildo, and made sure every inch was covered. Next, you let a big drop fall in between Toto’s cheeks. He tensed for a second in reaction to the cold substance on his skin, but he relaxed again almost immediately.

With a tight grip on the toy, you guided its tip to thoroughly spread the lubricant around his entrance, gently pressing a little bit deeper from time to time, until he started subconsciously pushing his hips backward urging you to continue. Instead of giving into his needs, you retreated for a moment and went around the bed to get one of the pillows.

- Hips up. - he did as you asked, and you slipped the pillow under his abdomen, propping his pelvis higher, so it would be easier for you to stimulate his prostate with every thrust. What you didn't plan on was his cock being trapped in between the pillow and his abdomen, but you left it there, so Toto could get even more stimulation. The new angle also meant that his knees were off the floor, reducing the risk of carpet burn.

With one hand you gripped his hip and with the other, you pressed the silicon tip to his entrance. You didn't even have to tell him to relax, because he was already docile, just laying there already expecting what was about to come.

At first, you pushed gently, letting only the tip breach into his body. You even gave him a moment to adjust, though he didn't look like he needed it... You couldn't help but admire the way his back arched in this position, with his ass high up in the air, while his torso laid flat on the mattress and his cheek was pressed against the sheets as he looked back at you. You gave him a reassuring smile and finally, you snapped your hips forward, shoving in the whole toy in one quick move. He clenched his jaw in response to the burning sensation of his muscles being so suddenly stretched. The lube helped a lot and allowed you to slide completely in with no resistance. He wasn't prepped to accommodate such girth without any discomfort, but not even a few seconds passed, and his face relaxed again; you knew from experience that he could handle much, much more.

You leaned over his relaxed body and placed your hands on his waist over his Mercedes-branded shirt, which shifted your weight there, essentially pinning him to the mattress. If he tried, he could free himself from under you, but you both knew he wouldn't. Especially when you slowly moved your hips back, and the tip of the silicone cock dragged against his prostate, drawing a quiet whimper from his mouth, and his hips tried to chase that feeling.

A quiet chuckle left your mouth at the sight of how desperate he already was, but you didn't want to torture him any longer, so you thrusted forward, and Toto’s quiet whimper morphed into a deep, loud moan. You angled your hips even more down to make sure he would get as much pleasure from this experience as possible. With another thrust, you could see his eyes rolling back into his skull, and with the next, his lips didn't even close... When he was in this state, he was extremely responsive, letting go of all the inhibitions, and filters, and trusting you with his vulnerability completely.

When you increased the tempo, his eyebrows furrowed and the loud moans shifted into a continuous one, changing the tone in the rhythm of your moves. His hands gripped the sheets with such strength that his knuckles turned white. He tried to push his hips, to meet yours in the middle, but he was torn between that and thrusting down to stimulate his cock which was currently trapped between his own body and the pillow. So instead, he ended up flailing aimlessly trying to get both at the same time, but ending only railing himself up even more, because as soon as the pleasure on the one side started to overwhelm him, he moved away from it, chasing the same sensation in a different place.

For a moment it was amusing... Such a strong, powerful, and intelligent man was reduced to his basic instincts, not even able to focus for long enough to properly cum... Utterly helpless because of a fake cock pistoning in and out of him with force it made the bed shake. His face twisted by desperation and torment... He was a perfect mess; a masterpiece of your doing and as much as you wanted to admire it for eternity, you didn't want to torture him.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shhhhh... - you cooed at him, slowing down for a moment in an attempt to calm him down. He let out a disappointed groan and tried to buck his hips against yours, but that didn't work, because the toy was already buried fully inside him. - Stop that. - that was enough for him to go limp. - I'm going to use that tight little hole of yours now because you can't even be trusted with your own pleasure, is that right...? - your condescending words didn't match the loving and caring tone at all, but he didn't care. He just nodded enthusiastically, unable to form any words. - And you will take it, like a good boy I know you can be... Am I correct...? - he nodded again, and you could see the tears starting to form in his eyes. - Don't. Move. - you growled and tightly gripped the material on the back of his Mercedes-branded shirt with both hands and yanked him back and up, so you had leverage to pull him harder and deeper onto your strap.

You set a brutal pace from the beginning, focusing solely on Toto's orgasm. Your arms quickly grew tired and started to ache from manhandling his weight, but you pushed through it because you knew it would be worth it. His desirous moans, whines, and whimpers were creating a beautiful opera, and there were moments in which you could have sworn all the sounds he was making were overlapping on top of each other in perfect harmony, accompanied by the loud, rhythmic, squelching noises created by your every thrust. The tears were streaming down his cheeks, but you could see that he was almost on the edge of falling apart... You leaned down a bit more, moved one of your hands, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his head back. That slight but sudden pain was enough to finally push him into the arms of release.

With a scream mixed with a sob, he came, spilling his seed all over the pillow, sheets, and his own stomach, before you released your grip on him and let his body fall onto the mattress. You gave him a moment to catch a breath and admired wave after wave of orgasm rippling through his body, making him twitch and spasm uncontrollably. The toy remained nestled right against his prostate, keeping a light but constant pressure on it.

His breathing was still quick and shallow when you moved inside him again, drawing a hopeless, pained groan from his mouth when you dragged the dildo slowly out and back inside of him... And then again... And again... Until he was sobbing and biting down on the sheets from the overstimulation; all of his muscles tensing and relaxing rapidly, stretching the material of the shirt almost to its breaking point.

You didn't stop when he begged you to; you didn't stop when he tried to climb onto the bed and away from you; you didn't stop when his cries went silent and all he could do was lay there and take it, while uncontrollable spasms ravaged his body and tears were streaming down his cheeks... You only stopped when a barely noticeable blissed-out smile showed up on his face.

You released the hard grip you had on his hips from when he tried to get away and gently massaged the spots you dug your fingers into, the red marks already forming on the skin there. When Toto's breathing calmed down, you slowly moved your hips away from his, allowing the strap to slip out of his hole with a hollow "pop", as his body twitched one more time. With one hand gently rubbing his lower back, you removed the cum soaked pillow from under his hips, allowing his back to rest in a more comfortable position, because as much as you loved the way his spine arched during moments of deepest pleasure, it wasn't exactly the most relaxing pose.

He started to shift slightly, which you recognized as him trying to stand up, but you just put more pressure on his back, keeping him in place.

- Shh, shh, shhhhh... I've got you, honey... Just lay here for a moment longer, ok...? - you whispered, and when he nodded, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Still in the harness, you went to the bathroom and started a scorching hot bath with hotel-provided bath salt that smelled vaguely like the lily of the valley. While the bathtub was filling up, you went to the kitchen area and retrieved a trash bag from under the sink before coming back to the bedroom.

- Can you try to stand up for me, love...? - your voice was quiet but steady because you knew when Toto was in that state, loud noises and harsh lights were sometimes too much. He nodded slowly and pushed himself up on the mattress, but he lost his balance and his knees hit the floor. - It's ok, it's all right... - you smiled gently. - Is it ok if I touch you...? - you were sure it was, but you still asked, slowly presenting a concept of choice back to him, and when he nodded you slid under his arm and helped him stand up. His legs were still shaking, but with your support, he was able to move. - Let's go to the bathroom... - you rubbed your hand over his back to ground him back a little bit more in reality.

The room was already filled with steam and a light flowery scent, and the only light was coming from a small lamp fixed to the mirror, so it was pleasantly dim inside.

You slowly guided Toto to the bathtub and sat him down on the edge. You quickly opened the buttons of his shirt and slid it off him, softly tracing your fingers over the indents that were left by the stitches in the material. He turned around on his own and placed his feet in the hot water without making even the slightest sound indicating that it was too hot. Before you left, you placed a quick kiss on his shoulder, and for a short moment, he leaned his head against yours.

- I will be right back, I promise. - you whispered and pressed one more kiss to his skin and you went back to the bedroom, where at the speed of light you stripped the bed and put everything that was stained either with lube or body fluids into the trash bag and picked up the phone to call the front desk.

- Hello, we had a little accident in our room. Could we request a full change of bedding? Some of the sheets and the pillow are stained with red wine. I've already placed them in a trash bag, so it will be easier to handle. I am more than fine with being charged for cleaning or even replacing them... - you said, and when the concierge confirmed the room number you added. - We will be in the bath because of, you know... the wine... - you chuckled, and he mirrored the sound and asked another question. - Oh, yes, that would be amazing. Will our clothes be cleaned by tomorrow? Perfect thank you so much. Yes, just charge it to the room... - you caught Toto's gaze from the bathroom; a weak smile was present on his face. You blinked slowly, wordlessly letting him know that you love him. - 5 minutes, thank you again. You too... - you disconnected the call. - Just a moment longer, honey... - you quickly grabbed your shirt, skirt, and Toto's pants and put them in a separate bag. Next, you went to the kitchen, where you re-opened the bottle of wine you drank with yesterday's dinner and spilled a generous portion into both bags.

The whole ordeal took you less than two minutes, after which you closed the bathroom door behind you and finally unbuckled the straps of your harness. You put the whole contraption in the bathroom sink to clean later. You also got rid of your bra, which left you completely naked when you wrapped your arms around Toto's torso and pressed your cheek to his neck for a moment.

- Is it ok if I wash you or would you rather do that yourself? - you asked quietly, presenting him with another choice.

- It's ok... You can... - his low, deep voice was almost gone from all the screaming and crying. - I love you... - he added when you came into the bathtub, reached for the soap, and sat in front of him.

- I love you too... - you smiled and placed a soft kiss on his knee before you started softly soaping up his feet, calves, and eventually thighs, being extremely careful around his oversensitive cock. - Can you please try to stand up for me...? - you requested and without saying a word, he complied. - Thank you... - there was a very quiet beep coming from the other side of the bathroom door, indicating that the hotel staff got here and was about to change the bedding. You seriously doubted that your lie would hold up, but it's not like you could just say "Sorry, I fucked my partner so hard I've ruined your bedding. Would you be so kind and replace it?". - Turn around, Love... - you gently washed the back of his thighs and around his used hole, at the same time making sure that there weren’t any tears. When you ran your fingers around the sensitive muscles, he flinched, but since everything looked ok, you retreated not wanting to cause him any additional discomfort. You sat on the edge of the bathtub again. - You can sit down now... In the water, please... - he followed your instructions without questions, as he nestled in between your legs, resting his head on your stomach.

With your foot, you reached for the faucet and stopped the water from flowing, because the bathtub was already full. Before you continued washing him, you buried your face in his hair for a moment and inhaled his scent deeply, which was your own, small way of grounding yourself back in reality. There was a quiet rustling coming from the bedroom, but you paid no attention to it, focusing on finishing your task. You washed his shoulders, arms, forearms, and hands and then you moved to chest and back.

- Dive. - you asked when you put back the soap and reached for the shampoo, while Toto submerged under water completely and stayed there for over a minute. You knew it was his way of resetting himself, and as much as it freaked you out in the beginning, by now you were used to it, and you knew he could last without a breath longer than an average person. You also knew that he would emerge back when his mind was in the right place, so you just let him stew under the surface, where all of his senses were muted.

And eventually, he came back up, wiping the excess water from his face and hair.

- Are you all right? - you asked when he leaned back and rested his head on your stomach again, this time with closed eyes. His body was much more relaxed; he even draped his arm over your knee.

- I am... Thank you. - he said quietly, struggling to push every word through his vocal cords. - It was exactly what I needed... - he added and rubbed the back of his head against your skin, searching for any form of reassurance that you were there.

- Do you want to address anything...? - you asked while opening the bottle with shampoo. There was no longer a need for you to ask him about everything because he was back to his regular self. He took a moment to think about it as you were soaping up his hair.

- I really liked when you held me in place when I tried to get away, forcing me to take more... - he finally replied and rubbed the skin on your knee with his thumb. You couldn't help but chuckle as you ran your nails over his head, gently scratching the skin there.

- I need to hit the gym more then... Because my muscles will be sore as fuck tomorrow. - you continued massaging his scalp and he leaned back again. - Was anything too much?

- It was perfect... - even without seeing his full face, you could tell he was smiling. - Did you...?

- No, but I didn't need to today... Seeing you fall apart because of me was more than enough. - it could have been awkward and yet it wasn’t because you knew your turn will come soon enough, and that he will fuck you so hard you'll forget every word besides "please".

- Are you sure? - he looked up at you and you couldn't help but laugh quietly, as you wiped the excess of foam from his forehead.

- Yes, love, I am sure. And I really appreciate that you asked. - you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the place you just liberated from the residual shampoo. - Dive. - this time he spent only a few seconds under water to rinse his hair. - All good? - you asked when he emerged.

- All good... - he replied, his voice still weak. - Your turn. - he smiled, quickly turned around just enough to wrap his arm around your waist, and swiftly pulled you in front of him, making the water splash everywhere as you both laughed.

When you were both finally clean and dry, the hotel staff was long gone, and the bed was freshly made. You felt a little bit bad for how you treated some of the things, but mostly you were just tired, so you didn't even try to protest when Toto pulled you closer and tightly wrapped his arms around you, as well as hooking his leg over yours, essentially trapping you in the cage made entirely from his limbs, which was exactly what you needed after an evening like that.

- You were amazing today... Thank you for taking such good care of me... - he whispered, and you were able to only hum in the response. Just enough to acknowledge his words, because you were too exhausted to disagree, dismiss or even agree with what he was saying.

Despite the fact that the texture of the sheets, all the scents, and the bed placement were unfamiliar, you didn't have trouble falling asleep, because the most important thing, Toto, stayed constant, providing you with the same level of support and comfort wherever in the world you were.

He stayed awake much longer than you, still wired after the experience you gave him, but he didn't let you go even for a second, allowing himself to be completely mesmerized by the familiar sound of your slow, quiet breathing.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

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