Montero - Toto Wolff

28: Party

YOUR HANDS REMAIN folded in your lap for the majority of the ride home, only occasionally wandering to the gear stick to hold Toto's hand as he drives.

By now, you're at least two thirds of the way there, when your phone starts to ring, Ryan's name flickering onto the screen. You ignore it, seconds later Toto's car picking up a call from the very same person.

"Ryan," He says, gesturing at you to be quiet.

You can practically hear her eyes roll, "I tried ringing the woman you're driving," she said, "I'm having a party at your house, y'know considering you gave me the keys." In the back of the call, you hear a Spanish accent yelling Vamos into the crowd before there's a smack.

"Please tell me it's just a few."

"Every driver is here, apart from Mazepin," As soon as she says the Russian's name, a chorus of booing dominates the open line, "Just hurry up, it's not a party until you both get here."

You look over at Toto for support, really liking the idea of the hotel as he shakes his head and speeds up to get to your house on time.

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The front garden, usually quiet and unassuming, is full of familiar faces, their drunkenness amusing as they wobble into the road in front of Toto's car. He stops the car and taps you on the leg, "Lets go," he urges applying the parking break and leaping out of the vehicle.

Your dress is wrinkled and your makeup smudged occasionally, and Toto still had blood down his front, causing a few glances to land your way as he leads you into the house, his hand securing yours as you stream past familiar faces.

He leads you to the kitchen, Ryan already draped over Daniel in one of your dining chairs whilst Lando and George stare at each other in their drunken state.

You see Max and Charles standing near each other, both having a discussion over what music to play.

A bottle is passed your way, and you take the alcohol, sipping it directly from the bottle whilst Toto's hands snake around your waist.

Carlos Sainz Jr bumps into the Austrian, both of them staring at the other whilst you chug some more of the alcohol to give you confidence. His hands grip you hard, raising you onto the island in the kitchen.

From this position, you have a better view, and are slightly taller than Toto, who is still staring at Carlos as though he wants to punch him, "Drink," you urge, holding the bottle above his head and stemming the flow with your thumb before he opens his mouth for it.

Your other hand gripped his jaw open whilst his hands lay flat on your thighs, he holds the alcohol in his mouth before tilting your head back and spitting the alcohol into your mouth.

Everyone watches, the music pounding in your ears whilst alcohol drips down your chin and onto your dress.

His hands wander further in front of the crowd, your hand on his chest making him stop.

Toto obliges, instead letting his hands drop completely as Carlos bumps into him again, causing Toto to bump his hip into the corner of the counter, a string of curse words spewing from his mouth before he had to go outside for a breather.

Now alone, yet in a room full of people, you found yourself opposite the Spaniard, his dark brown eyes warming you up as he draped his arms around your shoulders, asking if you wanted to dance.

It wouldn't be that bad... if you weren't already drunk.

He tucks you into his side as a familiar Doja Cat song plays and dances with you in a way you've never danced before. It's expressive, passionate as he curls you around his body; and resembles something from dirty dancing.

Your ass fits into his crotch like a piece of a puzzle and he uses your hips as a guide, moving around to the music like he's a part of it.

Toto must've regained his composure because suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist, twisting it in his palm as he leads his way throughout your house and toward the bathroom, pulling you into the dark room before rasping at you to close the door.

His thick accent marries into the sheen of sweat on your neck, blessing you with shivers that stirr a deep desire between your trembling legs.

"You belong to me." He slurs, the lust in his voice drowning out the party outside the small bathroom you were in. You couldn't even remember how the pair of you ended up in the bathroom, only that right now you were perched on the sink and he was stood in front of you.

His nails dug into the bare skin on your thigh as he towered over you, his brow darkening his gaze as it flitted between your lips and your cleavage.

You craned your neck so as to look at him, the dark mess of hair on his head dampened by sweat and sparkling wine, and you move your hand so it's resting above his heart.

His heartbeat is slow, steady, and strong.

Fingers wrap around yours and move both your intertwined fingers slowly down his chest, you feel the soft flesh over his abs, which are only there when he tenses, and stop at the top of his suit pants.

You smirk, "I'm not owned by anyone," you slur your words, attempting to slide off the counter as he catches your entire weight, forcing you back onto the sink, you dress hitched around your hips.

His thumb and forefinger pinch the skin of your thighs, forcing you to wince as he pulls a small paper clip from his pocket, "I'll brand you if I have to."

"Do it," you reply as he scratches your skin with the blunt metal, his initials swell across your skin in raised bumps, and Toto immediately spits on it after.

His saliva is soothing, but at the same time an unwelcome surprise as it stings the flesh.

Without a warning, two of his thick fingers dive into your pussy, slick with pleasure as you groan against him, pushing his chest.

"Barely two fingers in, and you're already tight," he growls into the darkness, his two calloused fingers curling upwards and tugging you closer to him.

You want to whine for him, but instead he fumbles with his hands until your soaked underwear are in your mouth, silencing you from the party downstairs as he plunges his fingers in and out.

His thumb is used to circle your clit and you find the strength in you to pull the panties from your mouth, biting his shoulder instead as he pumps his fingers in you. He pumps quicker and harder as you bite his shoulder until you swear you taste his blood in your mouth.

"Such a pathetic slut," he crooned into your ear as you snap your legs together and allow your lips to disengage his skin. "You're my property."

You wiped the spittle from your mouth, "I just marked you, that means you're mine." you undo yourself into his face, moaning as you reach your peak.

"It doesn't work like that, pet," he tugged at your bottom lip.

You pulled your panties back on, "Well we're not getting married anytime soon so this is the next best thing." you joked, his face falling.

"Do you want to be?" He asked, toying with the now empty space of his ring finger.

"Toto, I can't." You smiled sadly, "You have a family." you sorrowed and got down from the sink, pushing past him and making your way to your room.