Twists and Turns in Monte Carlo: A Formula 1 Affair

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Barcelona 8:30 pm, Friday - May 2020

Packed only with her work bag, Joanne opened the hotel room door. She hadn't made herself particularly pretty for the day, still wearing the same clothes she wore to work. The sunny Barcelona weather had definitely lifted her grumpy demeanor a bit.

The room was spacious, and she walked around for a moment, taking in the ambiance. Toto was sitting at a desk in front of the huge windows, his stern demeanor acknowledging her with a quick look. Joanne placed her black bag, which had definitely seen better days, on the ground, and walked over to open the big windows. She inhaled the warm air and lit a cigarette, enjoying the city's evening buzz.

"That's a bad habit you have there," Toto's voice cut through the silence she enjoyed so much.

She grinned, turning around to face him, still focused on his work. Joanne stared at him, admiring his broad shoulders and the authority he radiated. "Maybe, but it helps me relax," she teased. She approached Toto from behind, put her arms around his shoulders and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. She let the smoke from her cigarette into his face.

Toto glanced up at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Relaxing isn't what I have in mind for you tonight," he said, his tone playful yet commanding.

"Then why are you still working? I came all the way here to see you." Still holding him close her tongue tracing down the side his face. 

"I need to finish these reports for the race weekend," Toto replied, his eyes returning to his laptop screen. "Be patient, baby. Be patient."

"Patient?" Joanne scoffed, leaning against the desk. "That's not one of my strong suits, you know that." Tapping her nails on the desk, eying him.

He glanced up at her again, his eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and desire. "I'm aware. But if you keep interrupting me, it's going to take even longer."

Joanne pouted, crossing her arms. "But I can't wait. I came all the way from New York for you to work?" She grinned down at him, her eyes clearly screaming fuck me.

Toto sighed, pushing back from the desk slightly. "You're a brat, you know that?" he said, standing up. He towered over her, his presence making her feel small and vulnerable. Gosh she loved that about him, how he was able to toss her around. She bit her lip, sliding her hand down his shirt. 

"That fucking shirt again," she said, looking up at him with a defiant glint in her eye. "Sometimes drams do come true."

He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her waist. "Sometimes I think you need to be taught a lesson," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

"Is that so?" Joanne taunted, her pulse quickening. "And what kind of lesson would that be, Mr. Wolff?"

Without another word, Toto spun her around and bent her over the desk. She gasped, her cheek pressed against the cool wood. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "One that you'll remember," he whispered, causing her to shiver slightly. 

Joanne's heart raced as he pulled her up, turning her to face him. His eyes were filled with a fierce determination as he lifted her onto the desk, his hands swiftly unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down. She barely had time to react before he was on his knees, his hands spreading her legs apart.

"Toto, please," she whimpered, her neediness evident.

"Patience," he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "You wanted my attention, now you have it."

He kissed her inner thighs, the sensation making her squirm. Joanne tried to close her legs, but Toto held them firmly in place. He looked up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Stay still, or I will make you."

Joanne bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation. 

"Make me then."

Toto's tongue flicked out, teasing her before diving in fully. She cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure coursed through her. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the intense sensations he was creating.

As the tension built within her, she looked down at him, their eyes meeting. She harshly gripped his hair guiding him along. His tongue inside of her, his nose on her clit, god how she loved big nosed men. Joanne groaned hard. "Mh-yeah-yeah-fuck, I.." Her voice cracked.

She cried out his name, her body arching off the desk as she came undone on his face. She let herself fall backwards, his hand lay on her stomach, slowly moved upwards and pinched her hard nipples. "Never stop T-" The only words she was able to form. 

His soft moaning turned her on even more. 

Toto didn't stop until she was completely spent, her body relaxing into the desk. He stood up, his lips glistening with her. Harshly he grabbed her by the throat, closing his fingers around her pulling her  into a deep, passionate kiss. Joanne could taste herself on his lips, on his tongue, in his soul. It was hard, demanding even more giving her no air to breathe. 

"How's that for attention? You liked that, Schatz?" he murmured against her lips, his voice low and husky. He did not soften the grip around her neck. She could feel his erection pressing into her. 

Joanne smiled. Her mind was blank. Thank god she did not forget how to breathe 

"What you can't talk anymore? Did I fuck your senses out of you? If you can't handle this how will you handle me fucking you?" Toto chuckled."Because I am not done with you."  

She found her voice again. "I would hope so."