Info - soft dom Timothée, fingering, boss and agent relationship, a bit of pouting, teasing
"Hey y/n," he called to me. I didn't look up from my phone because I needed to finalize this last thing. Sighing, I hit send on the email, and finally looked up.
"Hey superstar," I answered. My eyes felt tired and worn. So much planning, so much responsibility, it was all pulling me a hundred different ways. I did enjoy it. I liked being on top of my life and Timothée's life.
"You look cute," he purred, eyes scanning up and down my body. I rolled my eyes.
"So tomorrow, you are doing an interview on Fallon. After that you have a spa treatment appointment. You need to remember to be there about twenty minutes prior to the appointment. That stylist LOVES punctuality, it goes a long way with him. Then there's that fitting you need to go to, and you have a call back for that role in the new Wes Anderson movie-"
"You're just on top of everything aren't you?" He asked with a smirk.
"Don't be cheeky-"
"Well there is one thing you aren't on top of that I'd love you to consider," he began.
"There's a gala on Friday. I've heard through the grapevine that you're expected to wear something extremely unique so work on that please. I also borrowed your credit card to pay the bill you ran up at Viccidi's."
"You've sure done a lot."
"You need to start thinking about what your acceptance speech for the BAFTA's may be if you end up winning."
"Maybe I do need to do that," he mused. "But what do you need?"
He sidled closer to me. My resolve to never engage in this again was waning. I felt myself quivering under his granite gaze.
"Tim," I gasped.
"Shhhh, you can let go baby girl. Let go of that control," he soothed me.
"But, I'm, I need to- and it's wrong on so many levels," I mumbled helplessly.
I let him spin me, I let him push his long fingers down into my panties. I hissed as he dragged them through my folds. He lifted them to his magenta lips and slurped off the arousal.
"Mmmmmm, seems like you want me to take over," he chuckled. He was slowly pulling down my pants. His large hands crept up my torso and grasped my breasts. He massaged gently, tweaking a peaked nipple every now and then. I was gasping for air.
I tried to find my voice, to find that confidence I'd had only moments ago. It was all gone. I knew this was wrong but I wanted to melt into his arms, and into the pleasure he could provide me.
"Timothée," I gasped when he started on my shirt buttons. He quieted me with a slow rub of my clit.
Soon, I was all bare. My hard nipples were tingling in the chill air. My panties were around my ankles, and I knew I should stop him but the wrongness of it made it feel even more right!
"We shouldn't- OHHHH!" I called out as he lifted one of my legs for me. It gave him much better access to my gspot as his fingers curled.
"S'okay princess," he purred in my ear. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head. He kissed a wet trail up my neck. His cock was extremely hard against my ass.
This was heaven, and just how I liked it. He was shutting off my brain. I should have been embarrassed that my own client had me on display like this. He hadn't shed an article of clothing but he had so much control and power over me.
I was panting as I listened to every wet sound my pussy made. He was crooning praise in my ear. I usually took compliments with a grain of salt. Everyone wanted to flatter the agent of Timothée Chalamet, but his meant the world to me.
"Such a good girl, planning all that stuff for me. You're so strong and independent aren't you princess?" He asked me as his fingers rolled my clit even faster. He almost completely supported me now. It felt amazing to be so reliant on someone else for once. I knew I could go completely boneless and he'd catch me.
"Yes," was all I could manage to gasp out.
"Until you need some pleasure. You're like a doll baby, letting me move you around. I love giving you the treatment you deserve. I just need to shut that pretty mind off for a while," he continued to encourage me.
"That's it, that's it!" He praised as I made small sounds of need.
"Timothée, ohhhh, fuck, feels so good," I whined.
"Haha, I knew you'd cave. You're such a little slave for me-"
"Hey!" I snapped. He backed off, knowing his cocky hard dom attitude would turn me off immediately.
"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean it. You know you deserve this," he cooed.
"That's right I deserve it," I moaned. I was bucking into his hand. I felt so amazingly good I could hardly breathe. I loved the way his hand still held my leg up, not making me do any of the work. My whole body was beginning to tingle and shake slightly.
"Yeah, you like to be babied don't you? Huh? Let Timothée take Care of it," he coaxed,
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna, Tim, gonna-"
"Let go Princess," he whispered.
I exploded. I swear I saw stars as my whole body ran cold and then fiery hot. My knees gave out but Timothée kept me up. My body jerked as pulsations of pleasure just bucked through my body.
The moment after was only filled with heavy breathing. He lowered us to the ground, holding me in his arms.
"Kiss me, kiss me please," I begged him. After an orgasm like that I needed the soft touch of lips.
"Why don't you kiss me, since you're the responsible, confident, executive woman," he teased.
"Please," I pouted. I didn't have the energy to beg much more. Thankfully he gave into me.
He leaned down, cupped my jaw and let his lips brush against mine. I deepened meeting of mouths. I wanted him to spoil me with kisses. I felt him smirk, but he didn't deny me what I wanted.
