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505 • On her summer break from college, Y/N embarks on an affair with Lee Bodecker. But she realizes not all that drips from his lips is honey. •
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Summary: Toto Wolff’s mistress grapples with guilt amid her realization that she is in love with him.
Pairing : Toto Wolff x OG female character
Warnings: some angst, some smut, I don't condone cheating lol , age gap
Word Count: 4.2k
NOT PROOFREAD!
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She didn’t know exactly how it had all started. How her life went from being Toto’s assistant to the young woman who held onto every word he uttered. Hung upon his every breath, his every move. To the woman he touched every chance he had. She was quite puzzled at when the air had shifted and when the nature of a professional working relationship had turned so deeply personal and intimate.
She put it on the countless hours they spent together going over agendas and meetings whether it was from the comfort of his office, inside cars or private jets. It was them together multiple days a week for hours on end in different parts of the world.
It was impossible to place when during her one-year of being employed in Mercedes had there been that sudden change. She had always found the 54-year old man attractive. He was all height and dark eyes. An infatuating smile paired with a deep voice. She was professional, but she couldn’t lie and say her heart didn’t skip a beat every time they were in the same room together. She was not blind to how handsome the older man was, but never had she acted on her attraction.
Most importantly, the billionaire was married for god’s sake.
As for Toto, it had always been there. From the very first moment he laid eyes on her. From the second she sat in front of his desk to interview for an assistant position and his eyes lifted from his notepad to look at the third interviewee of the day he knew he was done for. She was simply brilliant, charismatic, poised & knew how to take lead in their conversation if need be. She was the natural type of beauty you would come across and never quite forget. He cancelled all further interviews and she was hired that same day.
From that day on she was at his side every single day. He thought she was extraordinary in every way there was, he held her up on a pedestal from the moment she first started. They fell into a rhythm so quickly. She learned his ways, his quirks, how he liked his schedule to be managed and arranged. She grew to know his dislikes and made sure to start off his day exactly as he liked. She was the perfect assistant.
Late nights at the office were at times met with lingering looks—his so penetrating she had to simply look away. Her soft looks were a stark contrast from his penetrating gaze. It was impossible not to feel anything. Impossible not to notice their proximity to each other so much so she would often be hit with the expensive smell of his cologne. It was intoxicating just like his very presence. The unnecessary touches to her shoulders which he would do as though to encourage her when work had gone longer than planned.
It all happened so suddenly, a win in Barcelona being the catalyst of it all. Kimi crossing that finish line first engulfing the team with happy roars and celebration for the young Italian. A long night of celebrating out in the city turned into her being underneath Toto Wolff in his hotel room. His expansive hotel room being witness to what they knew would change everything for them. There would be no way back from this.
Toto devoured her whole being that night. Her body was engulfed by his massive frame as he touched her in ways she had not been in so long. For him it had been longer, his marriage in shambles and intimacy had been off the table for too long. To say the least, Toto enjoyed himself more than he should have. His thrusts were deep, desperate and borderline harsh. She was a mess of moans beneath him, gripping the sheets, his back anywhere she could get a hold of to simply feel it was all real.
He told her you take me so well in the midst of their skin slapping together mixed with her whimpers and all she could do was nod with heavy eyes as her body shuddered in an utter frenzy.
She enjoyed every second of it too. She made crescent moons on his back with her nails when it all felt like too much, when he hit that one sweet spot inside her that made her squeal. He was relentless that night as though he was making up for so much lost time. In a way he really did feel this way, he felt as though they should have done this sooner. Toto’s morals went out the window the moment he first laid eyes on her and the restraint he had shown was simply not there any more. He knew it was dangerous to hire someone he was attracted to yet he did so anyway.
She kissed him more than she should have. One taste of his lips and she felt addicted. Lips joined together as they made the night theirs—Barcelona being the place where it all began.
Within a few weeks of what had transpired, she went from her apartment at the center of town to a house in the countryside. Not too far from Brackley, just close enough. Toto coddled her every desire, her every whim. She was spoiled beyond belief—his prinzessin (princess) as he had come to call her. She had him in the palm of her hand.
It didn't matter how many times he took her in the countryside home he had set for her, in the many hotels around the world, in his office…he simply was insatiable. It was never enough. From dusk til dawn, exhausting pleasure-filled nights marked them both. Filling them to the brim with unforgettable memories, a push and desire for the very next time they would meet.
She catered to him just as much as he did her. Not financially as he did for her, but with physical and emotional aspects he needed. She would wait for him in the comfort of her (their) home with his favorite meals. Her figure donning dainty garments she knew he would love. Black lingerie covered with his old large Mercedes jersey that would reach the middle of her thighs. He would mewl at the sight of her every time. Every encounter better than the last and he didn’t even know how that was possible.
She did not know when it all changed—when it diverted from being fucked into bed to being made love to. Rough kisses that softened with time. Eyes that drank her in her entirety, raking over her with gleaming admiration and something more. Hands that would knead at her in utter desperation to simply feel more as though he wanted to keep a part of her to himself.
The shift became apparent, more domestic as their time didn’t just revolve around being intimate. They would cook for one another and find themselves glued to the couch watching a movie together as they ate. They would delve into deep conversations that made the ties of their bond stronger. Conversations that could be deep or just downright silly and they would both be bent over in laughter. It felt as normal as it could be allowed to be in their situation.
He was not always careful. Wasn’t always cautious during their time together, laid up in bed he would caress the soft skin of her hip, touch her hair as she laid on his bare chest. Tender kisses on her shoulder, on her neck that would leave the young woman shuddering for him. He wasn’t careful in the way he started to thread the line of looking at her as more than just a woman to pass his time with, a distraction from the torment that his marriage had become. But Toto knew that line had blurred from the very moment he set his eyes on her, how he hired her on the spot without even thinking twice.
He looked at her as though she was something otherworldly from that very day. Knowing she was sitting just outside his office was exciting to him. He had never felt this way. His employees were just that--mere employees on his payroll. He never crossed that line, always professional, always focused. He had built his reputation for decades and was respected for it but something had shifted in him. Made him yearn for more than he could show the world. She made him want to rebel against the cage that was his position as CEO of Mercedes. The thing is she didn’t even know it.
She was not aware of the power she had over him. This was unlike him, he had never once stepped out of his marriage. Toto was loyal to the core. Quite frankly, he would have never entertained the idea of being with anyone else had his marriage not begun showing deep cracks. Had he not been sleeping in the guest room for close to a year. Small monotone conversations surrounding his son being their only reason for even speaking to one another. Had his wife not already proposed the idea of separating. It was chaos in his home and the young woman who perfected his schedule, who was the very definition of a perfect assistant, was the only thing he looked forward to on a daily basis.
It was her on his mind during decisive meetings, during races, as he walked into the very building he knew she was in. From the moment he awoke to the moment his head landed on his pillow at the end of the night to sleep, it was her as though she was branded into his brain. Toto Wolff was done for and he knew it.
He knew it when she was a whimpering mess as she rode him. Her tightness engulfing him, milking him for all that he was worth. She drove him crazy this way, watching her as she took him for the third time that night. She savoured every minute of their time together, enjoying him as much as she was allowed to. She kissed him in the heat of it all, her soft hand on his cheek as she fucked him the way she knew he liked.
Toto loved watching her squirm as she tried to take all of him at first when she was on top, her pretty face grimacing as though it was too much for her. She always found a way to do it, her pussy accustoming to his girth. His girl always took him as though she was made just for him. His large hands grasped at her waist to help her move against him, the lines on his forehead showing as he bit his lip in mere admiration at his girl. She was all breathy moans, perky breasts bouncing with every move and Toto could not get enough.
When her movements faltered, when he hit that one spot that was too much for her and she gasped, Toto took his chance to turn her around. He fucked into her in the way he knew she liked, her face laced with pure ecstasy as she took him like the good girl she was.
“You take me so fucking well, prinzessin.”
Her doe-like eyes met his for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
“You fuck me so good.” Her voice was soft in comparison to his deep baritone as though wrapped in sugar. She was delightful, Toto thought. Like a candy wrapped just for him. She was made simply for him and there was no way around it. She was his, more so now than ever before. In the home they had together away from prying eyes, from the naysayers, from a world that would never quite understand any of this. This was their safe haven. Their own space in a world that would undoubtedly tear them to shreds if they ever uncovered the truth.
Toto was insatiable in the way he made love to her. His hands covered the expanse of her ass, her breasts were in his hands, his mouth. His lips nipped at her throat, her shoulder. God, he was anywhere and everywhere all at once and she didn’t even know how it was possible. It was animalistic at best the way his large frame took control over her, what little she could do to meet his harsh thrusts.
“How could I not get excited knowing I have this tight little pussy waiting for me?”
His filthy words had her even more flushed than she already was. The air smelled like sex mixed with their expensive perfumes. Hearing his grave voice always seemed to do it for her, when he uttered sweet nothings or obscenities about her, about them.
Watching her come undone was one of Toto’s favorite things, as she tried grasping for anything—the sheets, his hand, his back-- as though to lever her back to earth. As though holding onto any part of him as the wave of blinding pleasure tore through her was the only way she knew it was all real. She shuddered, cries sputtering out of her as it all became too much with his movements not stopping, not even faltering. Though Toto always followed right behind her, his release intense as watching her come seemed to do something to him.
In the end, she always found herself resting her head on his chest. Both naked and still sweaty, they spoke about their days as though they had not spent the majority of it together at work. He listened so attentively, holding onto every word that etched past her lips. Their eyes gleamed at the end of the night.
At times he was too exhausted and would fall asleep next to her though he would usually opt to leave as though to not draw suspicions in his home. Though, his wife and him were way past this point. He slept in the guest room for god’s sake, she was not batting an eye whether he was home or not.
She would cling to him, kiss his neck, his shoulders and his lips to entice him to stay. To share an entire night with her as she liked so much. To sleep beside him and feel his warmth, hear his soft snores and feel his arm that would always find its way to rest on her waist. It was domestic at best and they both knew. Playing house and acting as though they did not know one of them would get burned in the act of it all.
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Quite frankly, toto’s realm, being part of it, being his for so many months had marked her. It was him on her mind the entirety of the day. Day and night—seven days a week. His eyes, his lips and his voice. His mere presence could silence an entire room. She was in love with him and she knew it the moment she even allowed for him to kiss her in the hallway of his hotel room floor. To allow herself to be second best was not in her nature, as though competing with someone who didn’t even know about her existence.
His wife.
Her very first time being face to face with reality. With his life that didn’t include her at all and in fact main-cased an elegant woman ,who had too, made her mark in the motorsports world. Who was she to rip apart her world, to strip her of her family?
A mistress would know her place. Avert her eyes from the true life the man she is with leads outside of her. With Toto’s job, with her being his assistant, with his immense hold in the world it was nearly impossible to evade it all. Of the family he had—his wife, his children and the seemingly impeccable life he led. No drama, no scandals. Just a stoic, hard-working man. A billionaire and CEO of the greatest teams in Formula 1.
If the reality of their relationship made it into the light, it would ruin them. He had more to lose than she did. His family and decades of hard work in Mercedes…his lifeline. This secret life would derail them and separate them. For Toto, losing her scared him the most.
His wife was never around the paddocks. Always busy with her own career, always in a different part in the word than he was. The cracks in their marriage running deeper and deeper by the day and in a way they had both accepted defeat in even trying to mend it. The world noticed the fallout. The lack of sightings. The lack of contact as they stepped out together when they had to, solemn faces and a noticeable distance between them except for their son in the middle of them both.
When she did show up for a race, it made the young woman’s blood run cold. She had never come face to face with her. Always pushed to the back of her mind as though she did not exist, as though to nurse herself of what she was doing to her behind her back.
Toto was next to her as they made their way past the expanse crowds. Their son in between them, his small hands being held onto by both his parents. He was smiling from ear to ear, the innocent little boy unaware of the scene that was unfolding before him. Of the woman who was crumbling as she watched his family walk closer and closer to the garage where she stood against the wall.
Toto’s eyes met hers for a moment, emotions running high as their eyes said what their lips could not utter to one another. This was reality hitting them both like cold water. That their actions implicated more than just ruin for them both, for his family, their careers, but also just pure utter selfishness. She felt selfish putting her own needs first. She was tearing a family apart.
If people knew the truth about them, about the severity of their relationship. Of how she lived in a big house on the outskirts of Brackley that Toto, her boss, had bought just for her, for them to be together without the shutters of cameras and exploits of naysayers. Of how he made sure she was more than taken care of. Spoiling her rotten with gifts and his sole attention. If they knew all this they would mark her as a mistress, a sugar baby, the other woman who was there only for what he could offer. In reality, it was so much more than that for them both. It was passion embellished with feelings that had transpired over time, a seed of love that had been planted and grown from the very first moment they met.
No one would ever quite understand the layers of their relationship or even peel at them to see it for what it was—love. Of the feelings that had developed with so much, of fingers that brushed but pulled away in fear of pushing too far. To both Toto and her, what they shared was unequivocally love. There was no other name for it, no synonym in a thesaurus that would replace or even come close to describing it.
She looked away from him and the scene of their perfect little family walking closer and closer. She found her feet taking her away from the garage, not wanting to utter a word to him or to anyone at that moment. And especially not to his wife. How could she face her? How could she stand there and act normal as though her love for Toto didn’t almost burst at the seams? How could she look at the little boy and not feel guilt?
Toto could only simply stare after her, his hand entwined with his son’s. His wife, who had already thrown the towel on their marriage, was only there because their son begged her to take him. With Toto being team principal it was impossible for him to give him all his attention throughout the race as his job would take him away, so as estranged as they were she gave in to his demand. They were amicable at best, for show, for the cameras to not pick up on a relationship that was already dead and hollow.
Surely, she was his assistant she should have been at his side but she would make an excuse that other responsibilities that did pertain to her job had her away from the garage.
She was brilliant at her job. No one could deny that. She got to where she was because she had worked hard and always focused on excelling at anything she did. Her position at Mercedes—she deserved it. She did not want to give up all that she had so ardently worked for just for him. Just because she had come face to face with a reality she had refused to even acknowledge.
She was eloquently enamoured with Toto Wolff. The very man she worked for, the very man who penned her check. She was so taken by him and her need for him she had betrayed her morals and chosen to be with him despite being married. But now that she had seen him together with his wife and son, something she had pushed so far into the back of her mind to rid herself of the reality their situation was. It broke her heart into tiny pieces.
Toto found her in his office space 2 hours later, the race to start soon, as he walked in to check if she was here avoiding the shitshow that was happening outside. All his texts to her had gone unanswered. She was sitting on the brown sofa along the opposite wall of the room. He locked the door and rushed to her.
“I have been looking everywhere for you, prinzessin.”
“Please don’t call me that.” She whispered to him. Eyes glassy and filled with so much emotion at the reminder of the scene she witnessed. She had been so selfish.
“The guilt is eating away at me, Toto.” She confessed as she stared down at her hands. Toto sat next to her and grabbed a hold of her them.
“Look at me please.” He said. He had expected this. She was too good for all this, he too had been selfish for ever putting her in this situation. He had put his own needs before anything else and in the midst of it, he fell for the young woman. He was completely taken with her and there was no way around it, there was no way back from this.
“What Susie and I had was fractured long before you came into my life.” He paused for a moment, trying to find the words. This, she already knew, that their relationship was nonexistent, that their son’s wellbeing was the sole reason he continuously chose to stay in the marriage.
“You tell me that, yet you still choose to stay.” The worst sputtered out before she could think. “Toto…it feels as though I have stood too close to the sun and I am burning along with it.”
It was heartbreaking to admit all that she was feeling. How the guilt felt as though it was wrapped around her throat making it hard to breathe. That today’s scene really put things into perspective of the choices she had made.
Her eyes were brimming with tears as she lifted her gaze to meet his. He blinked at her confession and he reached for her.
She let him.
She let him get close to her. Let him place a hand to her cheek. He wiped a tear that cascaded down her cheek and held her close to him. His heart was hammering against his chest as he felt this part of his life that had been so wonderful, such a beautiful distraction from all the chaos, crumbling before his very eyes.
“I’m sorry my love. I’m sorry for putting you through this. The last thing I wish to do is to hurt you.”
“I need to just…” She searched for the right words to stay. Eyes averting, looking around the room. At his desk, at the paper he had not yet seen on top of it. “I need some space.”
His heart constricted. How could he stay away from her? They shared every single day together. The man practically lived with her. He wanted to ask so many questions, refuse her plea but he knew his selfishness had already gotten them to this point.
“All that you need. Please just…just come back to me. I love you. “
She stood up from the couch.
“I love you.”
It felt as though Toto sat on the couch for hours when in reality it had only been a few minutes. She had long walked out of his office space and he was glued to the seat. Unable to move, unable to think of the possibility of her not coming back. Of her not being at work the next day at his side. Of feeling hollow again. Of deciphering what exactly she meant by space. How much of it and what did this all mean for them?
It wasn’t until they knocked on his door letting him know the race was to start soon and they needed him that he stood up with knees that felt utterly weak. When he walked over to his desk, he found a paper that had not been there before.
