Driver
pairing: George Russel x Toto Wolffs daughter warnings: age gap, sexual themes, fingering, pain kink, forbidden trope. prompt: Cami Wolff is the daughter of the mercedes team principle. She goes out of her way to not meet George Russel just because she finds him so attractive. One night she goes to a party and it turns out that the party on the yacht is hosted by none other than George Russel.
I had noticed him from the day I first saw him. It wasn't a crush or some infatuation. Instead it was some kind of admiring from a far type of thing. Dad tried to introduce me a couple of times but I refused.
The young driver was the only driver I had not talked to out of all the mercedes drivers I had ever met. Which weren't a lot but still. I didn't know back then why I refused to talk to him but I know now. Like I said it wasn't some kind of crush or infatuation. No, it was an attraction that I did not want to feed into with being introduced to him.
I just knew he must be good in bed and every time I caught his eyes I thought about that fact. Which is why I decided it was for the better to just not meet him.
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In Monaco, after Lewis had won the race, everyone decided to go celebrate on someones yacht. I didn't know who's yacht nor did I care. If there is a party I will be there. So I got ready with my friend, Chelsea, and as soon as we were done we left.
From what I had gathered it would mostly just consist of only workers for mercedes, with some exceptions. My dad, thank god, wasn't going to be there. He'd honestly kill me if he knew that I even attended.
We walked on to the yacht and went to the bar immediately. "What you getting?" I ask Chelsea. Whilst thinking about my own order.
"Something that I can get hammered on, this week has been rough", Chelsea works as a PR manager for McLaren so her statement makes sense.
"Let's just get eight shots, divid them by two and then down them all, one after the other", I tell her. She couldn't have agreed faster. What the hell are those McLaren drivers doing to my poor friend? I laugh whilst she orders the drinks.
Whilst our drinks are getting prepared Lewis walks up to us and says hey. "Didn't think you'd show up", he comments.
"Why do you say that?" I laugh confused.
He looks around. "Well this is Georges yacht after all, didn't think you'd show up with how you are clearly going out of your way to not talk to George", I stopped smiling, shocked.
I knew that George was going to be here but not that this was his yacht.
"I'm not! Just haven't got to talk to him yet", I tell him, lying through my teeth.
"So you could just walk over to him and talk to him right now, right?" he asks me smirking.
I laugh nervously. "Of course I could", I say to him. "Don't be silly Lewis".
"If that's so, go talk to him right now", he challenges. "Or even better come play a game with us in like an hour or two, bring Chelsea with you".
What have I gotten myself into. "Alright, we'll be there", with that he says goodbye for now and leaves. I had 1-2 hours to get as wasted as possible.
I turn back to Chelsea. "Order another eight shots", I tell her as I start to down shot after shot.
"Slow down Cami", she laughs.
I chose to not listen to her and drank the remaining four from the second round. At first I din't feel anything but after 30 minutes I knew it was over. So was Chelsea but not nearly as much as me. She was perfectly drunk. Enough to think clearly but also enough to have fun.
Me on the other hand was more than ready to start playing. If it was going to be truth or dare I was going to be up for anything.
Chelsea and I danced away on the dance floor. She turned to some guy, dancing with him, and I decided to do the same. Not thinking about who it was. The guy put one of his hands on my hips as I was swaying them against him.
Maneater playing in the back ground whilst my eyes were closed. I turn around just to be face to face with George. Out of all people, George. Thankfully I was so drunk that I didn't care and just put my hands around his neck.
I doubted that he at that moment knew that I was the daughter of his team principal or he simply did not care. He took a hold of my hand and spun me around. Dancing with me until my friend dragged me to the toilet.
Chelsea has always had a fear of bathrooms. She was scared that someone might hide in them. So whenever we had a night out it was not uncommon for me or someone else to go with her.
By the time she was done. George was gone from the dance floor and Chelsea and I just continued to dance with one another.
After the two hours had passed the party had died down. It was more or less a gathering now. Which was the whole point. A few other drivers arrived and we were maybe 15 or 20 people sitting on the four couches. That's probably why Lewis said one to two hours, so there'd be a little peace and quiet for us to play.
I was still drunk off my ass and was going to be for another few hours. The others were pretty much sober. I'm ashamed to be even saying that I even kept on drinking just a lot less.
"Let's play then, everyone know how it goes?" Lewis asked. We were going to play truth or dare. A very simple yet exciting game. No one said anything so Hamilton bent over to the table to spin the bottle. "Oh and if you decide to not do it or answer it you have to take a piece of your clothing off", by the time he said that the bottle landed on me.
The only problem: I have a dress and underwear on. Nothing else. "Truth", with that information in the back of my mind I chose to play it safe. I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me. George. Which made me push my thighs together. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes even though he sat two meters away from me.
"What's your body count", Lewis asks, genuinely interested.
"Don't have one, virgin", I answer which was the truth. Sure I had had boyfriends and situation-ships but never had I ever gone the whole way. Only close to it. Somehow I just never felt the desperation for it, so until I found someone I couldn't keep my hands off I wasn't going to do it.
Everyone looked at me in disbelief. Georges eyes turned a darker shade of blue, looking at me even more intensely. "She's telling the truth and I have known her for a couple of years", Chelsea confirms. She leans into me whispering something in my ear. "George is practically staring at you", she tells me which I ignore. I spin the bottle and so we continued to play.
As time went on more and more people left only the six of us remaining. Lewis, Chelsea, George, Alex, Lily and me. Three guys against three girls. All of us still had cloths on. But at this point I probably was so drunk I wouldn't have cared if I did.
The bottle lands on Lily. Chelsea had spun it so she had to choose. "Dare, of course because I'm not boring", she laughs.
Lily just smirks to that. "Remove a piece of clothing of off the guy closest to you but without using you hands", she giggles knowing it was Lewis and how she is going to enjoy this show.
"Okay easy", she sits down beside Lewis and starts to take off Lewis's shirt but he helps her a little because he saw that she was finding it difficult. The rest of us were chanting her name.
When she was done we all started clapping, to which she just turns red and returns to her seat. She spins the bottle and it lands on me. After seeing how tame her dare was I felt like I could choose dare as well. "Dare, why not?" I say unknowing of what was about to come.
"Show us one of your kinks with another player", well fuck Lewis is taken by Chelsea right now and Alex and Lily are both in a relationship with one another. That only leaves Chelsea as an option. As I was about to say her name, she adds on something. "The player has to be male", she smirks.
I knew what she was doing and she knew too because that only leaves George as an option. It was noticeable how he was waiting me to pick anyone but him.
So when I walked drunkenly over to him and tried to sit beside him, it came to him as a shock. He even had to help me sit down because of how drunk I was. Throughout the game we hadn't talked and now I was supposed to show him one of my kinks.
"So, what's your kink?", he says putting a hair behind my ear.
I bite my lip which he sees. "Wait if I take off a piece of clothing I can skip this dare, right?" I turn around and ask.
"Sure but then you wouldn't have anything on you, would you now? So what's worse?", George says looking me up and down.
"Come on Cami, we've all done worse than whatever your kinks are", Chelsea says to which everyone laughs.
I turn back to George and get closer to him. So close that if I whisper only he could hear. "I have a pain kink. So if you chock me and than slap me hard I will get turned on immediately, especially if it's from you", I whisper.
"Little Virgin Mary not so pure in actuality, huh?", he laughs. Everyone was confused about what I could have said.
His eyes didn't leave mine as he put one hand on my thigh and the other one started going up from my chest. He just had to take full advantage of this situation didn't he. His hand finally comes to my neck and he starts applying pressure.
The pressure felt so fucking good and it made me close my eyes. His hand leaves my neck and I open my eyes again just to look him in the eyes. That's when his hand slapped me, hard enough for a little moan to escape my lips that only he could hear.
I return to my seat, drunk and now horney as well. "Fuck me that was hot", Chelsea was the first to say anything and everyone else just started giggling. George on the other hand didn't leave my eyes.
"Didn't think you had that in you, Cami", Lewis says shocked. I just ignore the fact that I just showed everyone here that I like pain.
As I spin the bottle I reach for the vodka bottle and take two more shots. George shakes his head in disbelief.
The bottle landed on George and he chose truth. "What sexual acts arouse you most?" I asked him downing another shot. Not expecting anything interesting.
"Chocking and slapping", everyone was in disbelief. He had not just said that. "Giving not receiving, of course".
My mouth hung a gap not able to utter a single word. "You two should get a room", Alex laughed.
The round kept on going and the alcohol was starting to hit again. I had taken off my shoes and left just to go to the speaker and sync my phone to it. I put some music on and started dancing a little. George looked over to what I was doing too which I gestured for him to come to me.
"What is it?" he asks with a smile on his lips.
I had gone over my drinking limit a while ago. "Dance with me", I tell him. He smiles and looks away.
"How much have you had to drink?" he asked concerned.
"Only like half a bottle of vodka", I say oblivious to how much that actually was.
"Fuck Cami, this is going to hit you hard when you wake up", he tells me.
"Why don't you hit me hard instead?" I said to him. Looking into his blue eyes.
He clears his voice. "Let's get back to the game", he leads me to the couch and sits beside me. There was no way I was walking to the couch on my own.
I rested my head on Georges shoulder as Lewis spun the bottle and of course the bottle had to have landed on me. "Truth", honestly I couldn't move even if I wanted to so it was the obvious choice.
"I can't come up with a good question, can someone take over for me?" Lewis said to which George takes over.
"Have you ever fantasised about an F1 driver?" he asks.
"That's a good one", Lewis said and everyone agrees.
I don't even have to think about it. "Of course", by the looks of it they weren't expecting me to answer it.
"Who?" George asked.
There was no way I was admitting to who I fantasised about. "That's another question and there is no way I'm saying it", I laugh and go to spin the bottle.
It lands on Alex and he chooses dare. To which I told him to seduce Lily. "I am going to find out eventually who it is", George whispers into my ear. As I was about to respond everyone starts to clap and shout.
George and I joined in. Alex than spun the bottle and it landed on George. "Truth".
"How long was your longest session, if you know what I mean?" if you know what I mean.
He thinks about it for a little. "I think it was an hour long", he laughs embarrassed.
George spins the bottle. "You lasted for an hour? No fucking way", Lewis laughs.
The bottle yet again lands on me and before I can even think I chose truth immediately regretting it. "Who Cami?", he said seductively.
"Well I guess I will have to strip then", I stand up looking him directly in the eyes a teasing smile on my lips. My hands go to my straps and pull one after the other off.
It was almost as if he didn't believe I would do it. Only when I was about to pull my dress off he stood up and stopped me. Pulling my straps up for me. "I think that's enough for tonight, let's get you sobered up, wouldn't want Toto to get mad at me now would we", he says as he starts leading me inside the yacht. "I'm going to let her sleep here and call Toto probably, is that alright with you Chelsea?", he asks.
"Yeah that's fine by me, with how much she has consumed I don't think I would be able to get her home anyway", she says.
"Perfect than, Cami stays here and I'll take Chelsea home", Lewis says.
They start to pick all their stuff up and George carefully holds me leading me inside the yacht.
He brings me to the bed and lays me down. He takes a shirt out of his closet and when he turns to give it to me he looks away just as quick. Because he saw how I was starting to take my dress off.
"George?" I said.
"Yeah what's up?" he still didn't look at me.
I struggled with my bra and couldn't get it off. "I need you to help me take my bra off", I tell him.
"Fuck", he said very quietly as he turned around.
I still had my dress on but only from the waist down. So my chest was very much on display. He went to my back and slowly unclasped my bra and immediately looked away.
"Thanks", I said and put the shirt on, shimmying the dress of and fold it with my bra on the bed side table.
George disappears into the kitchen probably getting some water. He returns with some water. Which I downed in a matter of minutes. He just stood across the bed with his arms crossed looking at me.
"You just going to stare at me from over there?" I ask him slightly sobering up.
He smiled at that comment. "Yes", he said. "Well, until you tell me who you fantasis about at least", he smirked.
"Come here and I'll tell you", I said to which he walked to the bed and sat beside me whilst I was sitting on my knees.
"So tell me", he was so eager to know.
I thought about it for a second. Should I tell the truth or lie? "Let's talk about something else", I giggle.
"Like I said earlier I will get the answer sooner or later but fine let me ask something else than", he starts saying. "What's the reason behind you going out of your way just to not meet me?".
My smile vanished a little. "Its the same reason I don't want to tell you who I fantasise about", I boldly say.
He looks me in the eye leaning one hand on the mattress whilst being a bit turned to me. "So you are attracted to me and fantasise about me?" he said almost cocky and not even a bit shocked.
"Can't fall for one of my dads workers now can I?" I said.
"I guess not", his other hand is on my naked thigh, caressing it. "What do you think your dad would say about how you danced with me at the beginning of the party?" his hand traveled further up.
"Not much. What do you think my dad would say about you chocking and slapping me earlier?" I asked him teasingly, acting as though his hand didn't do things to me.
"Don't think he'd be so happy with me. What do you think he would say about me fingering his pure virgin daughter?" My heart was in my feet. Did he just really say that.
I gulped slightly. "Well he'd definitely not be too happy about that, but that hasn't happened so we don't need to think about that", his hand traveled even further.
"Yet".
With that our lips met. He put me down on the bed and I put my thighs around his waist. My crotch meeting his, a moan escaping from my lips. One of his hands held my thigh whilst the other one was aggressively traveling over my body until it got to my neck and chocked me.
I didn't think it was possible for me to become even wetter. His crotch was hard against me and I could feel how he started getting hard. He was actively pushing against me hard. Only making me more horny.
His hand travled to my sex painfully slow. "Your so fucking wet, so fucking perfect", he pushed my underwear to the side going straight inside me with two fingers.
"George", I moan overwhelmed by the feeling I was experiencing. His thumb went over my clit.
"Your taking my fingers so well, like a good virgin", he tells me.
George started going faster bringing me close to finishing. "George I'm going to cum", I told him.
All the built up tension from all the weeks I had been refusing to meet him were finally going to be released.
"Go on than", he tells me. "Be a good girl for me and cum", he says which takes me over the edge and I hit my climax . He gets a towel and cleans me up a bit.
I have never been fingered better. Even though I didn't do anything I still was more than exhausted. I didn't want to leave him hanging but he assured me that he was happier over having made me cum than anything else. "Come here", he said to me making room for me to snuggle into him.
We than fell asleep and sometime around six AM we woke up again and continued on talking until we fell asleep again.
This was going to be the beginning of something good.