Roads of Redemption | F1 | Toto Wolff

05 | Judas.

I'm practical and realistic, and I approach all my goals with precision, always in an analytical manner. To maintain this, I follow clear rules: I wear the same clothes, eat the same foods, and stay in the same hotel room every year, without exception.

As well, I never go out with the same person more than once. Ever.

What do Americans call this? Bachelor's life?

I call it damage control. Others might call it la belle vie.

I hear my iPhone vibrating. Time to wake up. I look at the clock and realize it has been going off for at least half an hour. I stretch and begin to loosen my shoulders when I see, beside me, the woman with whom I ended the last night.

Damn.

But she looks irresistibly beautiful, half-naked, wrapped in the sheet, with her hips slightly exposed.

What's her name again?

Well, it doesn't even matter.

I look once more at her sculptural body and head for the shower. When I come out, while adjusting the sleeve of my light blue shirt, she is there, sitting on the bed, now with the sheet covering her body, leaving only her legs visible.

As she approaches, each step calculated to seduce, with a mischievous smile forming on her lips. Like a playful cat. She stops right in front of me, raises her hands, and starts adjusting my collar, her fingers lightly brushing my skin.

"You always look so serious when you are focused," she murmurs, her eyes fixed on mine. And continues: "Why don't you stay a little longer?" closing the distance between us.

I place my right hand on her chin and lift it gently, bringing her face closer to mine. I begin to trace her lips with my thumb, outlining every contour with a little pressure. I give gentle pinches to her lower lip, making it slightly swollen and more inviting.

Then, she closes the distance between us.

Firmly, I place my hands on her waist and lift her onto my lap, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. She wraps her legs around my waist. While I gently nibble her chin with desire, I guide her back to the bed. With a firm movement, I lay her onto the bed, keeping her legs firmly wrapped around my torso. I lean in closer, placing a tiny little bite just below her ear.

I move my mouth down her chest, feeling the softness of her skin until I reach her breasts, firm and inviting. My hand grips her waist, fingers digging in slightly as I massage between her waist and her belly, scratching her skin lightly, exploring every curve with an eager intensity.

My mouth teases the tip of her breast, alternating between gentle bites and caresses with my tongue, provoking shivers of pleasure through her body while she squeezes her legs around my waist.

She moans softly, "Please, Toto..."

"Please, what?" I murmur as my lips brush against her breast.

I feel her excitement growing as my hand approaches her most sensitive spot, already wet with pleasure. Gently, I trace my index finger over her, pressing her core with my thumb.

"Please, what?" I repeat. "Don't stop," she gasps, her voice broken by pleasure.

"Ask me nicely," I demand.

She reaches to unbutton my pants, but I catch her hand firmly, lifting it above her head and pinning her wrist to the bed. Her breath quickens, eyes locking with mine, burning with need.