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[totowlff]

chapter four — distance education

➝ nobody said that learning remotely was easy

➝ word count: 2,9k

➝ warnings: smut, d/s dynamics, masturbation, use of toys

➝ author’s note: i know it wasn't what you expected, but i hope it's what you wanted.

The sun was shining brightly over Melbourne that morning. The movement in the paddock was intense, an indication that this would be a day of intense activities on the track. However, Toto's good mood was not due to the conversations with George and Lewis or the positive prognosis for the sessions that would take place later. It was because he received, early in the morning, a good morning message from Ava.

Contrary to what he would have liked, she had stayed working in London. He even tried to convince her to go with him, but Ava refused, stating that the distance would serve Toto's learning process and she hoped he would take it seriously. And by taking it seriously, she meant that he should completely control his sexual desires and impulses.

It was simple in theory.

But, in practice, it was the biggest challenge of his life.

It started during the flight to Australia, when Ava sent a photo of a drawer full of lingerie and babydolls, stating that she was undecided which one to wear for their next meeting. With his lower lip between his teeth, he typed that he didn't mind that, since he knew she would look wonderful in all of them.

“Wrong answer”, Toto thought, as he stared at the photo Ava had sent.

In front of a mirror, her face was hidden by her cell phone, giving all the attention to the babydoll made entirely of lace that showed off all her curves, leaving practically nothing to his imagination. Letting out a heavy sigh, he typed out the first compliment he could think of before looking back at the image, practically mesmerized.

— Buying new pajamas? — someone asked next to him. When Toto looked up, he found the mischievous smile of Frédéric, who had the newspaper he was reading on his lap.

— Huh?

— Is that babydoll for you? — the team principal rephrased his question, pointing his head at the cell phone screen, where Ava's photo was still in display. Staring at the image again, Toto felt his face heat up.

— No, no, I'm not buying anything — he replied quickly.

— So you're just watching porn, got it — Fred said, before letting out a laugh, making Toto flinch, feeling his cheeks even hotter than before.

— It's not porn, it's just a photo.

— Very sexy by the way…

Noticing that the Frenchman was still staring at the image of the woman on the screen, he tried to hide it, preventing him from seeing more. It sounded counterproductive, but Toto couldn't help but feel a certain anger when he thought about Ava getting the attention of other men. It was a selfish feeling, not to say naive, since he knew the possibility of a dominant having several submissives, but Toto wanted him to be the only one in her life.

— Who is she?

— Who are you talking about? — he returned the question.

— The woman, who is she? — Fred insisted.

— Nobody.

— Your new girlfriend?

— What if she is?

The Ferrari boss smiled.

— Consider me surprised since no one has entered that ice heart of yours in years — Fred said — I think the last woman you introduced me to was your sister and that was almost ten years ago.

Toto rolled his eyes.

— You really are an idiot.

— That means you have a girlfriend, then — the man murmured, before looking to the side — Christian, did you know that Toto is dating?

Turning his face, he noticed that Christian Horner was heading back to his seat on the plane. He was returning from another trip to the bathroom, courtesy of the food poisoning he had arranged to disturb him during the flight. However, his indisposition did not prevent a sparkle from appearing in his eyes, as well as a malicious smile.

— Does he? What's her name?

— It doesn't matter to you — Toto murmured, while a new notification from Ava flashed on the phone’s screen. That made him quickly take the device in his hands, expectation growing in his chest — Actually, it doesn't matter to both of you, I shouldn't have said anything.

As if realizing he was anxious, the two team principals laughed.

— Apparently she's a good catch — Christian murmured, as he sat in his seat — Is she younger than you? Be careful not to bore her with your old man things, women don't like that.

— Old man things?

— Yeah, things old people do…

— Like shooting at plates in the English countryside? — Toto questioned, a certain irritation crackling in his voice. Christian narrowed his eyes, his lips pressed together for a few seconds.

— Like being an asshole on a plane — he said, before muttering a curse under his breath and turning around, walking quickly towards the bathroom. Toto's eyes met Frédéric's, who was shaking his head.

— You two are completely insufferable — he muttered.

Rolling his eyes, Toto simply closed the partition between his cabin and the plane's aisle. After taking a deep breath, he turned his attention to his phone, which still had Ava's notification shining on the screen. Unlocking the device, he came across a new photo of her, this time, with an even more daring piece. With gold details that resembled the reflections of the sun on sea water, the fabric did little to cover her nipples and pussy. “Do you think this one is better?”, the caption of the image asked him.

Before he could type the answer, a video appeared on the screen, his eyes widening at the sight of the thumbnail, his cheeks unbearably hot. Running a hand through his hair, Toto shifted uncomfortably in the armchair, without taking his eyes off Ava's tour of the piece, revealing the completely open back with a giggle.

— Maybe I'll use it while I suck you, so you can have a privileged view — she asked in the video, with a suggestive tone — Can you imagine seeing my pussy dripping with lust in front of you, begging for your cock inside it? Tell me what you think, little boy.

“This woman is going to kill me”, he thought to himself, putting down his cell phone and finding a not-so-subtle bulge in his pants. As he covered himself with the blanket he had been given by a flight attendant hours before, Toto couldn't help but be impressed by the power Ava had over him, even though she was hundreds of miles away.

And it had only been the beginning.

There hadn't been a day that she hadn't sent him a provocative or suggestive message. The photos of Ava's lingerie collection were already accumulating in his private folder, as were the videos and audios, all with a domineering tone that made him think about taking off his own pants and taking the matter into his own hands once and for all.

— You can't, Toto, you can't — he repeated to himself one night after dropping the phone on the bed, the image of Ava's new skirt, the back of which was made of buckles on a transparent tulle, shining on the screen. He had given his own pleasure into her hands, and that meant it was no longer up to him to decide about it.

The worst thing about it wasn't the distance or the maddening lust, but rather that all it took was one stern look from Ava for him to confess every time he had touched himself without her permission. And the consequences would be brutal, he was sure.

It was that context that made the arrival of Friday and the free practice sessions a real relief for Toto. In that situation, all he needed was something to occupy his mind, other than the impressive amount of lace and satin pieces that Ava had in her closet.

After waving to a circuit employee and taking a selfie with a boy waiting near the structure set up for the Mercedes, he entered the space with a smile. Saying a cheerful good morning to the catering team and making a joke with one of the engineers who was having coffee there, Toto headed to the small office set up for him.

Dropping his carry-on bag onto the table, he had just sat down when his cell phone began to vibrate in front of him. When he picked up the device, Toto felt a shiver run through his body when he read Ava's name on the caller ID, along with the word FaceTime. “What does she want now?”, he asked himself, before touching the green circle.

— Good morning, little boy — Ava's teasing voice sounded through the cubicle. Taking up practically the entire screen, her face had a sweet, almost innocent smile.

— Good morning, ma'am — he replied, pausing for a few seconds as he remembered the time zone — Good evening, I mean.

— How are you? Excited for today's sessions?

— I'm fine, ma'am. Excited may be too much, but yes I am looking for it.

— That's good — Ava murmured.

— What about you?

— I'm fine too — she replied — Just a little bored.

— Bored? — Toto said, giggling nervously. Ava nodded, the shadow of a smile on her lips, neatly painted a shade of pink.

— Yeah. So I decided to do something.

— To call me?

— No — she laughed — I called you to show you what I'm going to do.

Toto didn't have time to ask before Ava walked away from the camera, revealing that she was wearing only black satin lingerie, with no lace or any transparency. Running a hand over his forehead, he couldn't help but feel a familiar shiver run through her body as she climbed into bed, neatly dressed in black sheets. Above her fabric, the silver glow of something slightly curved caused the air to catch in his lungs.

— Ma’am…

— I know you've spent the last few days thinking about what it would be like to be inside me for the first time. I know you thought if it wouldn't be better to just ignore everything and fuck your hand while imagining you're here — she said, opening her legs dramatically. If the panties didn't allow Toto to have any glimpse of Ava, the opening in the middle of it allowed him to see her pussy — Isn't that right, little boy?

— Yes, ma'am — he murmured, mesmerized by the arousal that oozed from her folds and shone in the soft light of the room.

— I thought you might have an aperitif, you know? Since you're so far away from me but you want to touch me so much — Ava said, with a devilish smile on her face as she picked up the silver object next to her. The constant buzzing made Toto conclude that it was a vibrator.

— Ma’am…

— Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have my body to yourself for one night? — the words dripped like honey from her lips as Ava slid the flat tip of the toy down her inner thighs — Being able to touch me without any restrictions or rules? Feel my heat completely surrounding your cock? Hear my moans in your ear, begging you to go faster, harder, to fill my pussy with your cum?

Ava's narration drew those scenes almost automatically in Toto's mind. Her eyes full of desire and her lips parted, as if in a silent request for him to speed up, for him to give her what she wanted. And Toto was willing to give whatever his mistress wanted, even if it cost him his own sanity.

Bringing the vibrator close to her pubis  itself, Ava's eyes closed momentarily, a heavy sigh escaping her lungs, as if the promise of something good was on the horizon. And Toto never wanted so much to be the person who made her feel good.

— Yes, I did — he replied, as the silver tip of the toy drew slow circles on the upper portion of her pussy — I always think about how to please you, ma'am.

— If I told you to satisfy me now, what would you do, little boy? — Ava asked, her eyes squinting at her cell phone as she slid the toy through her own folds.

Toto shifted in his seat, feeling his cheeks getting even hotter. At that point, he didn't need to look down to know that he was hard from that completely explicit image of Ava, coupled with her words and teasing.

— I would start with your breasts, ma'am.

— Do you like my breasts? — she asked, with the shadow of a smile on her face.

— Yes, ma'am. I love them.

— And what would you do with them?

— I would kiss, lick and suck your nipples until they were hard — he replied, as he saw her hand move up her torso towards her bra, squeezing the soft skin. The air was trapped in Toto's lungs, his eyes analyzing that scene that seemed to have come from one of his most erotic dreams.

— And then? — she grumbled softly, moving the toy up and down against her labia minora, as if teasing herself.

— I would slide my mouth along your skin until I reached your pussy. And I would take my time to discover everything you like. I would discover the ideal rhythm, the position of the tongue, whether you like me to use my fingers or not…

— Yes — Ava sighed, her tone almost revealing vulnerability.

Faced with that scene, Toto had the impression that pleasure was the place where she stripped herself of titles and rituals. And seeing her like that, so absorbed in the sensation she was causing in herself with the vibrator, made him place one of his hands over the bulge in his pants, as if that could help alleviate the unbearable lust he was feeling.

That was Ava's effect on him.

— Would you make me come with your tongue, little boy? — she murmured, her eyes meeting his through the screen.

— No, ma'am. You deserve more, much more.

Ava smiled.

— What do I deserve, then? — she asked defiantly, the tip of the vibrator resting firmly against her clit, her eyelids fluttering with the pleasure coursing through her body.

— My cock, ma'am. You deserve to feel him inside you, filling you and making you moan with pleasure. You deserve to enjoy the best I can give you.

A whimper escaped Ava's lips as she slid the vibrator into her own opening, rubbing the chrome tip against herself.

— Would you be gentle, little boy?

— Would you like me to be gentle?

She smiled, inserting the toy inside herself with a moan.

— Fuck — Toto murmured, his hand squeezing his own member under the fabric of his pants, as she arched her back, her eyes closed tightly.

— This… Yes, fuck, yes — Ava whimpered, her legs shaking as she sped up the toy's thrusts. Forcing herself to open her eyes, she found Toto's image on her cell phone, witnessing that scene practically frozen, as if any word or movement could ruin what was happening.

And in that split second, she shattered.

He was sure he could have accompanied Ava and cum in his own pants like a teenager from what he had just witnessed. Seeing her writhing with pleasure was something sublime, perhaps more pleasurable than anything she had ever given him behind closed doors.

It was the effect Ava had on him.

She was still catching her breath when Toto finally broke the silence.

— Ma’am?

— Hm?

— Would it be my turn now? — he asked, his voice sounding a little too naive.

Suddenly, Ava sat up in bed, one eyebrow raised.

— What made you think you would have your turn?

Toto blinked.

— Ah, well, I just made you cum…

Ava let out a giggle.

— Little boy, you're so innocent — she said, in a condescending tone — First of all, you saw me cum, you didn't make me cum. They are two different things.

— But I guided — Toto tried to argue.

— You watched, little boy — Ava interrupted him abruptly — And that's different from guiding, something you wouldn't do since I'm the dominant one here. Secondly, I think your insolence is reason enough for me to deny your request.

— Ma’am, I just…

— You questioned my intentions and wanted to take a place that doesn't belong to you.

— Please, ma'am...

— Have a good day, Toto — she said, before ending the call.

Staring at the screen in shock, he couldn't believe what had just happened. The best minutes of his life had turned into the worst in a matter of seconds, and the blame was solely on his anxiety to please Ava.

— Holy shit, Torger — he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face.

Suddenly, a knock on the door made Toto adjust himself in his chair, inviting whoever was outside to enter. A few seconds later, Bradley's face appeared through the crack.

— Ah, you're there, Toto — he said — I thought you hadn't arrived.

— I just got here, Brad — he answered, still feeling his cock painfully hard inside his trousers — Any problem?

— No, no, I was just in a room next door and I heard a strange noise.

Toto felt his hands get cold.

— Strange noise?

— Yeah, like a whining or something. I thought it might be someone with a problem, but I didn't find anyone...

— There must be a television on in one of the briefing rooms, no?

— I think it's difficult — Bradley replied with a small smile.

— Why?

— I don't know if any of the televisions here have access to porn.

Toto blinked, his stomach dropping.

— Well, check it anyway. We never know if we are going to be victims of a virtual attack or something like that — he managed to say, trying to hide his own discomfort.

With a nod, Bradley closed the door.

And Toto was sure that he had barely escaped.

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[totowlff]

chapter three — first lecture

➝ toto discovers that giving himself to a woman is the best thing that can happen to a man

➝ word count: 3,1k

➝ warnings: smut, d/s dynamics, masturbation, oral sex, cum play, praise kink

➝ author’s note: i could be arrested for this. i hope I'm not.

Three days.

Ava's silence lasted three seemingly endless days.

Three days in which Toto couldn't stop thinking about her and the way she had, with just a few words, brought him to his knees. The way she had made him beg for a touch, for an action, for an order to finally experience what she was capable of providing for him.

However, the first order he had received as Ava’s submissive was to leave.

The walk back to the car that night was bitter. It wasn't like Toto wasn't used to life's setbacks or frustrations, but it reached a deeper layer of him. It wasn't like losing a race or having a bad date, but something worse, more painful. It was like being rejected, humiliated, like he wasn't good enough for Ava to give her attention to.

Toto felt suffocated, and he could only do one thing after he got into the driver's seat of the car.

— Fuck! — he shouted, punching the steering wheel.

In the following days, a cooler head prevailed, and Toto was able to reflect better on what had happened and ended up concluding the obvious: what had happened had been the result of his behavior and not necessarily Ava's will. However, he still believed that he deserved a second chance to show that he was capable of obeying her the way she wanted.

The chance came through a message, simply with the day, time and location. And there he was, in exactly the same place as 72 hours before, with his heart pounding inside his chest.

Ava opened the door with a mischievous smile on her nude painted lips.

— Good evening, little boy — she said, in a sensual tone that ran through Toto's body like a caress. “Focus, for God’s sake, focus,” he thought to himself.

— Good evening, ma'am.

He walked through the door with his shoulders tense, trying to focus on his own breathing and not on the way Ava looked at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, much less on the black satin robe with its far from modest neckline. After locking the apartment door, she asked him to come with her, the click of her high heels echoing through the hallway.

Upon entering the gray room, Toto felt a different aroma invade his nostrils. It was a smell that reminded him of the perfume Ava wore, with its musky and sweet notes, but without the main element that made that aroma unique, which was the smell of her skin.

That thought made a warm wave run through his skin.

— Is everything okay? — Ava asked.

— Yes, ma'am.

— I hope you've used the last few days to rethink your behavior — she said, as she went to the bed and sat down on the mattress, which was strangely empty, with just a dark sheet on it.

— Yes, I did, ma'am — Toto said, making a conscious effort to keep his eyes on Ava's face and not on the skin exposed by her robe’s neckline.

— I assume that this time you will follow our protocol correctly, right?

He pursed his lips.

— I will, ma'am.

— Then, we can begin, as before.

Letting out a sigh, Toto began to undress, starting with the baby blue shirt he was wearing. Then, it was time to undo the belt and the cream-colored pants, sliding the fabric down the legs along with the underwear. Unlike the first time, when the excitement he felt became painful, he was a little more relaxed, calm. In the end, he needed to be, especially if he wanted to please Ava. And that's what he wanted most, as he knelt on the floor, his eyes fixed on the pale wood.

A few seconds of silence passed inside the room.

— Did you touch yourself before you came here? — Ava asked, her voice stern.

— No, ma'am.

— You know I'll find out if you did — she said, the creaking of the bed springs as well as the click of her shoes indicating that she had gotten up — And you already know I'm not the merciful type when it comes to punishments.

Toto couldn't find any answer to give Ava. He knew that if he tried to deny it, she would distrust his word, even if it was the truth. In this room, he needed to choose his battles carefully, especially if he wanted the chance to have her for himself.

After a few more seconds of silence, he heard the muffled sound of something landing on the ground, but he didn't dare move. He couldn't fail at that moment, he couldn't miss that chance.

— Good boy — Ava said, softly — You can raise your head.

Looking up, Toto noticed that her robe was on the floor, allowing him to finally see her body. Wearing lace lingerie, the arabesques embroidered in black thread left little to his imagination, allowing Toto to not only see her hard nipples beneath the fabric, but also to catch a glimpse of her pussy.

Ava was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

— Stand up — she ordered, her voice firm.

Rising quickly, Toto felt the familiar tingling begin to grow below his navel, as well as his skin getting warmer and warmer. It was impossible not to feel that way, especially when his eyes couldn't move away from Ava's breasts, whose size was perfect for his hands. He wanted to touch her, needed to touch her.

— Do you like it? — she asked.

— What? — Toto returned, confused.

— Do you like what you see?

He felt his heart beating heavily inside his chest, as she approached him.

— Yes, ma'am.

— Do you want to touch me? — Ava questioned, stopping in front of him.

Toto blinked.

— Would you let me, ma'am?

Ava smiled a little.

— Why not? — she said, her hand moving up his chest until it stopped on his face — After all, you’ve been such a good boy tonight, respecting all my rules...

He felt his breath catch in his throat.

— Please, ma'am — Toto managed to whisper, his skin burning where Ava was touching him.

After sliding her tongue across her lips, she brought Toto's face towards her, capturing his lips in a slow, delicate kiss. Placing his hands carefully on her waist, he felt as if fireworks were exploding inside him, while a taste of alcohol, similar to cognac, invaded his taste buds. He had never been a fan of that drink, but tasting it on Ava's tongue was completely different.

He wanted more.

Pulling away slightly, Ava was breathing heavily.

— Do you want to continue? — she asked.

—That's what I want most, ma’am.

— Then lie down on the bed, little boy.

Taking a deep breath, he turned away from Ava and walked over to the mattress. After brushing his fingertips against the sheet, which reminded him of satin, he settled down, while the high heels’ clicks indicated that his dominant was walking around the bed. However, the expectation that consumed him inside prevented him from turning his face to follow her movement.

— A little to the middle — she ordered, to which Toto promptly complied. Then, taking one of his arms, Ava wrapped a satin sash around his wrist, tying it tightly — Is that okay?

— Yes, ma'am.

Then it was the turn of his legs and then, his other arm, all immobilized with the same type of satin sash, the touch of which was soft but firm against his skin. After she asked him to test the knots to confirm that all movement was restricted, Ava finally climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between his open legs.

— I think you deserve an explanation for what happened that night — she said, as she placed a hand on his thigh.

— You mean…

— The reason I sent you away.

He swallowed hard.

— It was because I disobeyed you, right? — Toto whispered.

— Well, that was one part of it — Ava replied — But it wasn't just that.

His eyes met hers as her hand caressed his leg.

— I sent you away to show that, even though the submissive has an important role in the bedroom, the dominant person decides what will happen and if it will happen — she continued — If one party isn’t invested or doesn't want it, nothing will happen, and I wasn’t invested that night. I didn’t want to do anything.

— But, you made me take off my clothes — Toto stuttered, as he felt Ava's fingers move up his skin.

— Because I wanted to find out if you were really willing to submit to me. If you wouldn't give up the moment I put my vision into practice. If you wouldn't go back to your normal posture as soon as I started touching you — she said, as she lightly brushed a fingernail along the length of his cock — And, if I may say so, you surprised me, little boy.

— Surprised? — he asked in a low voice, trying not to let the almost unbearable heat running through his skin take his focus off his conversation with Ava.

— I thought it would take longer to tame you, so to speak — she replied, wrapping her hand around his cock, her thumb brushing the underside of his tip — But I could tell that you really wanted to submit to me. You just needed to learn to control your own desires first.

— Control?

— Yes, control — Ava said, a small smile on her face as she stroked him slowly, almost like a tease — You have no idea the things you can feel when you are able to control your own impulses, instincts and desires.

— I want — he stuttered, feeling a warm wave run over his own skin.

— What do you want?

— I want to learn — Toto said, stopping when Ava's palm brushed against the head of his dick. After sighing deeply, he managed to continue — To control myself, ma'am.

The menace and glee that shone in her eyes was undeniable. He had said what she wanted to hear.

— And you will, little boy — Ava replied — Tonight.

Moving her hand up and down, she began to pump her hand up and down his cock, building a rhythm without rush or urgency. Her fingers squeezed his dick with the right pressure, which, combined with the movement, made Toto close his eyes and let out a low, but audible moan.

— Do you like it, little boy?

— Mhm — he murmured, feeling the familiar pressure build just below his navel.

— Do you want me to go faster? — Ava asked.

— Yes, please, yes — Toto moaned, his hands searching for something to hold on to, but stopping at the restraints she had put on his wrists.

— Yes? — she slowed down the movement of her hands, causing a whimper to escape his lips — Just yes?

— Yes, ma'am — he managed to stammer, making her smile.

— Good boy — Ava murmured, before resuming the rhythm of ministrations.

  From that point on, Toto could no longer pay attention to Ava's hands or her look full of malice. He could only focus on the feeling of her fingers sliding down his cock, taking him to the place he had imagined going so many times after entering that room.

— Are you close?

— Yes, ma’am — Toto panted.

— You need to come, don't you? You need to feel your cum dripping from your dick, covering my entire hand, don't you? There's nothing more you want than that, right? Tell me.

— Please, ma'am, please...

— Tell me what you want, tell me what you're thinking — Ava ordered.

— I want — he tried to elaborate, but her voice dissolved into a growl as she began to use her thumb on the back of the tip of his dick, where the head met the rest. It was as if Ava had shocked him, her entire body twitching deliciously at just the light brush of her finger.

— I can only do what you want if you tell me, little boy — she murmured, as he felt something warm fall on the head of his cock. Opening his eyes with difficulty, Toto realized that Ava was spreading saliva over the sensitive skin, her tongue moistening her lips, as if she was preparing them to finally break him for good.

— I want to come, ma’am.

She smiled, mischievously.

— But, already? — Ava asked, as she adjusted herself on the bed. Positioned on her stomach, her face was close to his dick, which was shining in the soft light of the room — I've barely started...

— Ma’am, please…

— Who knew you would be such a needy little thing, Wolff — she murmured, while one of her hands massaged his balls — So desperate for something so simple, that you could do it yourself...

Toto no longer knew how to respond, especially when the desire made his entire body tense, his muscles begging for relief.

— Please — he whimpered again.

— But you preferred to wait for me, for my touch — Ava said, placing a kiss on his leg — That shows how good you can be for me, little boy. And I'm sure you can be even better.

As he felt Ava's warm tongue slide along his member, Toto felt his eyes fill with tears, a loud moan escaping his lips. This was definitely torture.

— Ava — he whispered, groaning again when her finger brushed the spot behind the head of his dick again. However, she suddenly stopped. Opening his eyes, he found Ava rising from the spot between her legs, a serious, almost grim expression on her face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Toto thought.

— Ava? Did you call me Ava?

— No, no, I didn’t…

— Am I going to have to go over the rules with you?

— No, no, please don’t…

Then, a loud crack, followed by a burning sensation on his inner thigh, made him whimper, trying to move away. However, Toto felt no pain, much less discomfort from the slap he had received.

He felt pleasure, which spread in a warm wave through his body.

— Here, I'm not Ava — she said, in a serious tone — I'm your mistress. Your ma’am. The only woman who can make you feel good. Got it, boy?

— Yes, ma'am — the words came out in a thin voice, while her hand slowly pumped his member again.

Letting his head fall on the mattress, Toto's breathing was heavy, as if he were doing a strenuous exercise, even though he was still, just being touched by Ava. And, as agonizing as it was, he wasn't sorry for having handed himself over to her. If he was good, she would reward him, he was sure.

And he was doing his best to be good to her, even though the sensation of explosion was imminent, the muscles in his legs quivering as she kept pace with the thrusts of her fist.

— You’re already close, aren't you? — Ava asked, in a teasing voice, making him raise his head — I can feel your balls contracting, as well as your cock. You don't want to, you need to come, don't you?

— Please, please, please…

— Why should I let you come, little boy?

Toto's mind was filled with fog, words lost on dry lips. He couldn't think about anything other than the pressure of Ava's hand around his dick, the feeling so close and yet so far from orgasm. He just needed that, he just needed her to take him to heaven like she promised if he was good.

He had been good, he was sure he had been good.

— Please — Toto stammered.

— I asked you a question, boy. And I want an answer.

— I’ve been good, ma'am. I was good.

Ava then gave a smile, not malicious or mischievous, but sincere.

— You have been very good for me, little boy — she said, as she repositioned herself, kneeling on the mattress — Now, you're going to count down from ten, slowly, and, as soon as you reach zero, you're allowed to come, okay?

— Yes, ma'am — Toto replied, his voice trembling.

Satisfied with the answer, she moved her mouth to his dick, moving her head up and down the length, using her hands to stimulate the base. That was all it took for him to fall back onto the mattress, his eyes rolling back and a knot getting tighter and tighter below his navel.

— Ten... Nine... Eight — he began to count, clasping his hands that were bound by the satin sashes, his nails digging into his skin — Seven... Six... Five...

Ava's mouth was hot, the suction was perfect, the pressure from her fingers was ideal. She had been born to suck him, to take him whole in her mouth and show him what real pleasure was.

— Four… Three… Two… One…

Then, Ava lifted her face from his dick, speeding up the movement of her hand.

— Zero — he groaned, before giving in to the overwhelming sensation that ran through his body.

The ecstasy caused him to release himself onto Ava's hand and his own belly, a loud moan escaping his lips, his chest heaving as he arched his back. The sensation was sublime, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. there. It was as if every orgasm before that had been shallow, perfunctory, almost like an obligation.

This orgasm, though, was a reward for being good, for obeying his mistress. It was more delicious than he could have imagined.

Shutting his eyes close, he didn't see her expression as she watched him reach his apex for the first time. However, somewhere in the back of his mind, Toto could hear Ava whispering softly, almost like a caress in his ears.

— You have no idea how beautiful you are, coming for me — she said, as her fingertips slid down his shaft, collecting the white liquid that had flowed from his cock — So beautiful, so perfect, just like I imagined.

Leaning over his body, Ava stopped close to his face with a smile on her lips. Then, she brought her index finger to the tip of her tongue, tasting his release. The sight was enough for a shiver to run through his body, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

— You're delicious, little boy — she said, bringing her fingers to his mouth. Ava didn't need to say anything for him to open his lips and taste his own pleasure, the sweet and slightly metallic flavor invading his taste buds — The most delicious I've ever tasted.

Slipping her fingers out of his mouth, she slid the tips of them down his abdomen, collecting more cum. Taking them again for Toto to lick, he did so voraciously, his eyes fixed on Ava's, while she smiled, satisfied, just the way he wanted.

— I'm going to untie you, okay? — she whispered, as his tongue slipped over her fingers, cleaning them. With a positive nod, Ava removed her fingers from his mouth and left the bed, busying herself with freeing him from the satin restraints. And it was watching her caress one of the marks left by the knots on his skin that Toto was sure.

Ava was unlike any woman he had ever met.

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[totowlff]

chapter five — report card

➝ what is it like to be truly seen by someone you like?

➝ word count: 2,2k

➝ warnings: mentions of smut and aftercare

Everything seemed too far away from Toto.

There was no pain, but there was no pleasure either. There was nothing.

The sweet smell of the vanilla scented candle mixed with the sweat and semen on his skin, somewhere he didn't know where it was. Not that he'd moved to see where he'd come that time, after practically begging to Ava. He hadn't moved an inch since she'd pulled away from him with a smile, satisfied with his obedience.

But why couldn't he feel the same way?

— Toto — a female voice said, softly — Are you okay?

A sound similar to something affirmative came out of his mouth. However, the truth was that Toto didn't really know if he was okay. It was something strange, a kind of emptiness inside his chest, even though his heart was still beating strongly, his pulse was roaring in his ears. It was as if he were completely hollow.

The answer probably didn't please Ava, judging by the expression when her face entered his field of vision. Her lips, which had started the night painted red, were pressed into a thin line, her eyes seeming to analyze him carefully as she brought one of her hands to his face.

— Are you sure you’re okay, Toto? — she repeated, softly.

He nodded, words jumbling together in his head in an attempt to formulate a coherent response. However, that gesture was enough for the woman to give a soft smile, almost as if she had understood something that not even Toto had yet understood.

— You did well today — Ava whispered, her fingers lightly brushing his cheek.

— I did? — he managed to ask, his dry throat making the words come out strangely hoarse from his mouth.

— Yes, very well — she smiled tenderly — You're getting good at this, you know?

— Do you think?

— I know when I'm in front of a good submissive — Ava replied — And you're being an incredible submissive for me.

The last word made Toto smile a little. There was something about the idea of pleasing Ava that compelled him to do his best in that room. And hearing from her lips that he had done well, that he was a good submissive for her was priceless.

— I like it — he cooed, bringing one of his hands to hers.

— Do you like being an incredible submissive?

— I like being yours — Toto replied, in a low voice. His eyes were lost in hers, the brown flecks mixing with the delicate green. “She's so beautiful”, he thought, as Ava watched him with a small smile.

— I also like that you're my little boy — she finally said, before placing a soft kiss on his lips. The gentleness with which she touched him made Toto feel the emptiness being slightly filled. He was not alone, quite the opposite. He had never been in better company, but…

After a few more kisses, Ava managed to get Toto to sit on the bed, leaning back against the headboard while she went to the small fridge that was in the corner of the room and took something from there. He only identified what the woman had brought the moment she sat down next to him.

— That's…

— Water — Ava said, placing the bottle in his hand. Faced with his hesitation, she continued — You need to hydrate, little boy. Drink it.

Bringing the bottle to his mouth, Toto realized how thirsty he felt as the cold liquid began to flow down his throat. He had drunk almost all of it when he stopped to catch his breath.

— I was going to suggest you drink more slowly, but it doesn't make much difference now — she murmured, smiling — Better?

Toto nodded. He definitely needed that. Apparently satisfied with the answer, Ava got up from the bed and then helped him do the same. Then, she took him to the bathroom in the room, indicating for him to enter the bathtub installed there.

— But — he stammered, a little confused with the direction — It's empty.

The remark made Ava laugh.

— I know, little boy. Come in and sit down.

Still not understanding what she was getting at, Toto gave in, getting into the bathtub and sitting on the cold, white porcelain. Then it was Ava's turn to enter, but unlike him, she sat on the edge, with her legs positioned next to him. A few seconds later, he heard the sound of water running towards the drain, as well as the tap being turned to adjust the temperature.

The feeling of water running down his back made Toto let out a long sigh. The temperature was perfect, warm enough that he felt cozy, like he was wrapped in a hug.

— How does that feel? — Ava asked, as Toto nodded — Great. Just relax now, okay? I will take care of you.

Toto just muttered a 'yes', while the jet of water went up his back until it reached his head. Feeling her fingers massage his scalp, he felt his body gradually relax, the muscles that were tense were now looser. He felt so comfortable that he could have fallen asleep right there.

The two continued in silence for some time, while Ava washed his hair slowly, the foam running towards the drain as she rinsed the dark strands.

— Feeling better? — she asked softly.

— A little — Toto murmured, his eyes fixed on the bubbles that were near his feet.

— Have you ever felt this way before?

— What way? — he asked, looking up at her.

— The way you’re feeling right now.

Toto pursed his lips, his stomach churning with tension. It definitely wasn't new to him, but it had never been as overwhelming as that night. But nothing bothered him more than the idea of Ava knowing about it and, in some way, feeling upset or even mad at him for feeling that way.

— What are you talking about? — Toto questioned, trying to emulate some innocence.

— I mean, the sadness you feel. How you feel emptiness, and guilt. 

He blinked. Apparently, he was an open book to Ava.

— I never…

— You've felt this before, there's no point lying to me now.

Toto swallowed. He was cornered.

— I'm sorry, Ava. I'm really sorry. I try not to feel like that, I try to focus on what we did and the good feelings but — his voice trailed off, his throat tightened with anguish — Damn, it's always like this. It's always the same and there are times when it doesn't go away.

— What?

— This feeling of being disposable, of being just a toy for you to have fun with.

Those words made the tears that had been accumulating in his eyes run down his face. Lowering his head, Toto was certain that he’d never looked more pathetic in his life. After all, was there anything more ridiculous than crying naked in a bathtub after another session of incredible sex with a fantastic woman?

— You know that's not how I see you, right? — Ava said, seriously. That made him raise his head suddenly, the fear that she had taken his words as an offense or something filling his chest with worry.

— I didn't want to…

— I never saw you as a toy, Toto, quite the opposite. Domination is something serious for me and I would never treat it as a game, much less fun — she explained — But I understand where these thoughts and feelings come from, so it's okay for you to question that.

— Do you? — Toto asked in a low voice.

— Yes. You're experiencing what is called a “sub drop”. 

Something about that last word made him hesitate for a few seconds. Despite having read a lot about the world of submission in recent months, Toto didn't remember that term being mentioned on some of the sites, much less in the conversations they had had about the sessions.

— What is that?

— It's a reaction that happens in your brain after you leave the euphoric state of the sessions and return to the real world. After such an intense scene, it’s natural for your dopamine levels to bottom out. It makes you feel empty, anguished, exactly as you described to me.

— It is serious?

Ava nodded.

— No, it's not serious. It just means you need more time and attention, that's all.

Something about those words made his heart sink. Toto didn't want to be a problem for Ava, especially in that context. He wanted to be the person who satisfied her, who made her happy and not another source of stress and worry. That would probably be their last date, after all, no woman wanted to sleep with a guy who simply went into depression after coming.

— I’m sorry — he muttered softly, lowering his head.

However, Ava brought one of her hands to his face, lifting him towards her.

— You don't have to apologize, Toto.

— But, aren't you mad at me?

She raised an eyebrow.

— Why would I be?

— Because of this… Thing you said, this sub stuff.

He wasn’t expecting Ava’s reaction to his question.

She smiled. Not one of the mischievous or cruel ones that she sometimes gave him, but a gentle smile.

— I would never be mad at you for that. It’s something completely natural and is not something you have to be embarrassed about. Almost all submissives go through it at some point.

Toto pursed his lips when he heard the word “submissives”. Ava was experienced, having probably dominated many men on her journey through the world of BDSM. However, thinking about them and the way they probably satisfied her better made the anguish rise again in his chest.

— They didn't have that, did they?

— Who? — Ava questioned him.

— Your other submissives. They didn't go through that, right?

— Wrong. Almost all of them have gone through it, and some had much worse reactions. One of them had the habit of leaving right after the sessions without saying a word and would go days without answering my messages or answering my calls — she said, while combing his damp hair back, letting her fingernails drag gently across his scalp — It was at that time that I discovered that dominants can also experience something similar.

— They can?

— It's called a dom drop, but the concept is the same. And just like the sub drop, there is also a way to resolve it.

— How?

— Doing exactly what we’re doing — Ava replied, taking the handheld showerhead to his head and wetting his hair — Taking care of you. Showing you that the sessions are just a role-playing game and that you are not a toy. Showing you that I care about your well-being, above all else.

Toto didn't know what to say after that. There was so much kindness, so much sweetness in Ava's words that he felt compelled to reciprocate in some way. After a few seconds of indecision, he simply put one of his arms behind her legs and hugged her, in absolute silence.

Feeling Ava's free hand stroke his head, Toto felt strangely safe there. It was as if, in fact, he had finally managed to strip away all the labels and expectations that had been placed on him, leaving just a man, naked and raw. A man capable of choosing to submit to the most beautiful woman in the world. A man who wouldn't hesitate to do anything to make her happy.

A man who had finally stopped being invisible.

Ava continued the bath in silence, rubbing Toto's skin gently. The scent of the liquid soap she had spread over his shoulders reminded him of Sardinia, with its cool late afternoon breeze coming from the sea. “Maybe I should invite her to come with me”, he thought to himself, as the water running down his body took the foam to the drain.

After getting up from the bathtub, Toto dried himself off with Ava's help, enjoying the focused expression on her face. Her eyes, still well-lined and with voluminous eyelashes, followed the movement of her hands, which dried his skin with the plush fabric. Her red mouth, with the tip of her tongue peeking out of the right corner, indicated that she was focused on the activity, which made him smile.

— What’s wrong? — she asked.

— None, just admiring you. You look beautiful when you're focused.

Ava gave a shy little smile before asking him to cover up and follow her. Toto figured they would go back to bed to relax, but he was surprised when she led him out of the room in silence. Following her down the dark hallway, he only realized where they were going when Ava turned on the lights.

The place was bright and minimalist, with the same modern touch as in other rooms in the house. However, that didn't make it any less cozy or inviting, quite the opposite.

— Is this your bedroom?

— Yes — Ava replied, as she walked to the bed and settled in it. Then, she patted the pillow next to her — Come here.

Without saying a word, Toto dropped the towel on the bedroom floor and laid down next to her, allowing Ava to pull him towards her and make him lie against her chest. As she gently stroked the back of his head, Toto listened to the sound of her heart beating. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

— Comfortable? — she asked softly.

— Yes — Toto replied, going quiet for a few seconds before adding — Thank you very much.

— For what?

— For seeing me. For really seeing me. Thank you, ma’am.

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[totowlff]

chapter one — initial orientation

➝ toto wolff is a skeptic about love. after several failed dates, he definitely doesn't want to know anything about relationships anymore. however, when a friend bridges the gap between him and one of his more mysterious employees, he decides to try again. little does he know that woman is taking him back to the classroom.

➝ word count: 4,2k

➝ warnings: mentions of smut, bdsm dynamics and bondage

➝ author’s note: an experimental project, without a defined number of chapters and working from another point of view. it will probably be the dirtiest thing i will write on this blog. enjoy.

As he drove through the narrow streets of South Kensington, Toto felt butterflies in his stomach. It was almost childish, he thought, to feel that way at his age at the prospect of a date, but he couldn’t help it. 

The initial idea had not been his, quite the opposite. He had reached a point of complete skepticism towards love and that must have been visible that night in Porto Cervo. Sitting at a table facing the Mediterranean, he couldn't care less about the stunning sunset that painted the sky pink and orange. His eyes were fixed on the couple who were next to him, holding hands, enjoying the scenery.

— Are you okay, Toto? — someone asked next to him.He turned his head and saw Stefano Domenicali setting down his gin and tonic.

— Yes, yes, I’m fine.

— You seem distant.

— I'm just thinking.

The man smiled.

— Would you mind sharing your thoughts?

Toto snorted, running a hand through his hair.

— It's not important.

— I think it is, considering I was talking for five minutes about next year's calendar issues and you just completely ignored me.

— What do you want me to say, Stefano? — Toto said, watching the pieces of lemon and ice floating in his glass of Coca-Cola — I can't make you or Mohamed change your minds about the 23 races.

—But you weren't thinking about that, were you?

— No.

— So, what was it?

Toto stared at his friend for long seconds before letting out another sigh.

— I was thinking about love.

— Are you in love, Toto? — Stefano asked, with a suggestive smile on his face.

— No, no — he replied, shaking his head — Actually, that’s the problem. It’s frustrating.

The man in front of him raised an eyebrow.

— Frustrated? How can a guy like you be frustrated?

— Let's say that my current prospects are dim.

— I thought you were a hit with women after Netflix came along — Stefano said — At least that's what it seems like on social media.

Toto chuckled dejectedly, picking up his glass.

— Don't believe everything you see on the internet, Stefano — he said, before taking a sip — Actually, things have been downright pathetic lately.

— Pathetic?

— On the last date I went to, the woman spent half an hour discussing how she knew that the belonging to the woman a table over wasn't a real Birkin. All I had asked was if she liked the place I had chosen for our dinner.

Stefano laughed, his hand on the base of his gin and tonic glass.

— And because of one bad date, you think your love life is pathetic?

— Well, almost every date I've had since the divorce has been pathetic. If they're not busy judging bags, they're talking about their latest purchases at the Duomo in Milan or how their ex-husbands left them for younger girls.

— On the first date? — Stefano asked — Jesus, Toto...

— And with work, it became even more complicated to fit everything together. Let's face it, no woman wants a partner who spends so much time away from home. They want a guy who stays by their side, who supports them, who pays attention to them, and I can’t always be that person. 

— It's clear that you're a supportive and caring guy. If not, you wouldn't have stayed until the end of those horrible encounters of yours.

— But… That’s not what I want out of a relationship, you know?

— And what do you want?

Toto pursed his lips.

—That's a difficult question...

— Only if you don't know what you're looking for. And, in these cases, you need one of those women who are — he hesitated for a few seconds, thoughtfully — Viola says that all the time, what is it called?

— Cultured? Intelligent? Sincere?

— A girlboss, I think that's how they say it in English.

— But what the hell does that mean?

— An independent woman, who has her own career and her own success. A woman who won't need your name or her money for anything, because she has it all due to her effort. Someone who doesn’t need you to take care of her all the time. A powerful, confident woman. Just like you’re a powerful, confident man.

— I'm not powerful, Stefano.

— Toto, let's face it, things only happen inside the paddock if you want them to. You have three client teams, influence over which drivers get seats, who gets in and who gets out of the grid. You helped put Vowles in charge at Williams...

— He did that on his own merit, I didn’t…

— It doesn't matter, working with you made it so that he stood out. Everything you touch turns to gold and you need someone just like you.

Toto rolled his eyes.

— And where do you think I’ll find this person?

— At my office in London — his friend said, as he took his phone out of his pocket. After a few taps on the screen, he turned the screen towards him, with a small smile on his face.

The image of a woman illuminated the screen. She had short black hair with straight bangs, as well as greenish eyes marked by makeup and full lips. Wearing a black blazer, the only point of color in the image were the red nails on the hand holding the phone, revealing that it was a photo taken in a mirror.

— Who is this? — Toto asked softly, his skin suddenly feeling very hot.

— Ava Randall, part of the Formula One Management’s board of directors.

He blinked, somewhat incredulously. How had he not noticed that woman walking through the paddock before?

— She — Toto stammered, without looking away from the woman's serious, almost seductive expression. He couldn't stop thinking about what her voice would be like, what her smile would be like, what her touch would be like.

— Single, no children, a successful career established in the same field as you. She's what you need, Toto.

— Stefano…

— I can talk to her and give her your contact details so you can talk and arrange a date — he said — What do you think?

Toto pressed his lips into a thin line.

— Do you think she would go out with me?

— You'll only know if you let me give her her number.

“Well, it doesn't hurt to try”, he thought that night.

It was surprising when he got a message from an unknown number. The brunette woman smiling in the profile photo made Toto's heart sped up while his mind searched for the right response.

A seemingly innocent conversation soon turned into an invitation to dinner at a quiet restaurant when he was back in London. She was dressed very elegantly, and Toto couldn't take his eyes off her for even a second. He wanted to find out everything he could about her. 

Ava was a lawyer, graduated from University of Cambridge, and worked for some time in an office in London until she was hired to join McLaren's defense team during the investigation of Ferrari documents being leaked to McLaren team personnel. Getting closer to the world of Formula 1 made her decide to move into the sports field, getting a position on the legal team at Formula One Management.

— And, as soon as he was appointed as CEO of F1, Stefano asked me to join the board of directors. He said that even though we were on opposite sides during Spygate, he had been impressed with my work.

— And, if I may say so, I am too, Ava — Toto said, smiling.

The night ended with the promise of another date, which took place in Abu Dhabi, on the last weekend of the race. At that point, he knew that Ava was completely different from the other women. She had a powerful aura, almost as if she made time stop every time in every room she walked into. The serious look and the restrained smile seemed like an invitation to delve even deeper into that woman, to discover even more about her and, in a way, to allow himself to be discovered.

And it was with that intention he’d ended up in front of an elegant red brick building in Chelsea. Taking a last look at his hair, Toto parked his car and started walking indirection of the building's entrance before paging her apartment on the intercom.

As he stared at his reflection in the elevator’s polished metal interior, he thought about how Ava would have been dressed and whether she had cooked for them. “Maybe she ordered something, it's easier”, Toto thought, as he entered the corridor that led to her sixth floor apartment. It didn’t matter what they would be eating. What mattered was being with her, listening to her stories and becoming more and more enchanted by her.

Few seconds passed between the moment he pressed the doorbell and the moment the door opened, revealing Ava and her charming smile.

— Good evening, Toto — she greeted him, leaning against the doorframe. Wearing a white cashmere dress that left her shoulders exposed and a delicate necklace with a yin-yang-like symbol around her neck, she looked completely at ease — How are you?

— I’m well, and you?

— Everything is perfect.

Opening the door wider, she nodded for him to come in, which he did with a shy smile on his face. After taking off his shoes and the coat he was wearing, placing them on one of the hooks hanging on the white wall, he followed her through the flat, trying not to seem too dazzled by the place.

However, the reality was that the apartment was gorgeous, with elegant and cozy decor in light wood. She led him down the hallway, past the living room until they reached the kitchen, also decorated in the same way. It didn't take long for his eyes to find the pots on the stove, as well as the wine and the two glasses carefully positioned on the dining table.

— Cooking, huh? — Toto asked, with a smile.

— I thought it would be nice to show you that I can cook — Ava replied.

— And what's on the menu for this evening?

— Spaghetti with Chicken Alfredo — she said, walking over to the stove — I know you’re selective with what you eat.

— You know I don't mind eating something different on special occasions.

Ava looked up at him, the corners of her lips turning up.

— This is a special occasion?

— Of course.

— Why?

— It's not every day I have dinner with someone like you.

— Like me? — she raised an eyebrow.

— You know… Special — Toto replied, in a low voice, feeling particularly proud of himself when she looked back at the pan in front of her, her cheeks slightly red. It was almost as if she was shy and not the incredibly confident woman who had caught his attention in their first phone messages.

After breaking the silence with a little joke, he offered to open the wine. While he poured the glasses, she drained the spaghetti and set it aside for when the sauce was ready. When Toto handed the wine to his hostess, she smiled.

— Thank you — Ava said, sipping the liquid with a curious gleam in her eyes.

Dinner was leisurely, the delicious food pairing well with the good win and their shared laughter over a few anecdotes from the days when the seat in front of him on the private jet was occupied by the same person on every flight. Niki had always been his main encourager in his search for a new love, or at least for a casual fuck, after all, "he had needs that couldn't be solved with punches on the table". Toto always tried to get him to change the subject, but it was almost impossible, especially when the former driver started talking about his adventures after Marlene's divorce.

“Niki would like her”, he thought to himself, watching as Ava took another bite of chicken, smiling a little as she realized Toto was looking at her.

— Everything’s good? — she asked, after swallowing.

— Yeah. I was just thinking about something a friend of mine said...

— About me?

— About relationships.

She placed the cutlery on the plate, curiosity making her eyes sparkle.

— Would you mind sharing?

Toto smiled.

— Well, like I told you, I've been single for a while. And this friend of mine said that I was only like this because I didn't use his approach.

— And what would that be?

— Don't talk too much, focus on the goal and achieve it — Toto said, making Ava laugh.

— Very pragmatic, isn’t he?

— It’s a very… Austrian way of looking at things.

— And you, as a good Austrian, share this vision?

He took a sip of wine.

— I prefer to take life a little slower. Besides, I think it's obvious that I talk too much.

Ava laughed again, throwing her head back, her neck with the golden necklace completely exposed. Something about that vision made him feel something warm run over his skin, while imagination made a less than innocent scene unfold in his mind. It was as if his own body was asking him to give in to his own desire and experience the taste of the soft and delicate skin of the woman in front of him.

And he was tempted to give in, his mouth suddenly dry and his face warm.

However, Toto just smiled.

After they finished eating, Ava invited him into the living room to continue their conversation. With the bottle of wine on the light wooden coffee table, they were sitting in front of the fireplace, which was crackling softly. Sipping the contents of the glasses slowly, the two chatted about trivialities, such as their plans for winter break.

Until all the wine he had consumed started to manifest itself in his bladder.

— Ava, where is the bathroom?

— In the hallway, on the left — she replied, extending her hand to take his glass — Feel free.

He got up and followed the direction Ava had pointed out. As he passed by the mirror in the apartment's hall and saw his messy hair, Toto couldn't help but think about what it would be like to feel her fingers sinking through his hair, pulling his head against her in a kiss filled with desire. “I definitely need to kiss this woman”, he thought to himself, grabbing the handle and opening the door.

However, after patting the wall for the switch and turning on the lights, Toto realized that it wasn't the bathroom.

Unlike the rest of the apartment, that room was not bright or light. The walls were painted in a mysterious shade of gray, which matched the tones of the blanket and pillows on the bed, which was large and had a particularly reinforced metal structure, with four columns forming a kind of frame over the mattress.

Walking slowly towards the bed, Toto knew he shouldn't be there, but at the same time, he wanted to stay there and try to figure out what the room was for.

It was as if he was discovering a secret side of Ava; a very different side from what she had presented until then. After a few seconds of wondering what the metal half-moons welded to the structure were for, he found the answer hanging on the wall, just above a black velvet chaise that was placed in the corner of the room.

It definitely wasn't what he expected from a woman like Ava.

On the hooks, there were ropes of different thicknesses, whips, paddles, what looked like a swing, and a feather duster.

“A fetish room?”, he asked himself, as he removed one of the ropes from the wall. Running his thumb along the fibers, Toto found that they were firm but soft, clearly made to bind a person. Giving it a tug to test its resistance, he felt somewhat perplexed by his own discovery, after all, Ava didn't seem like a woman who liked that kind of thing.

When Toto imagined himself with her in his arms, he saw an almost romantic scene. The bodies intertwined, the low moans, the lips parted, as if searching for each other in the haze of pleasure. He could feel her contract around him as her orgasm took over her, her green eyes rolling back as her muscles trembled.

— I think this is a little advanced for you — someone said behind him. With a start, Toto looked back, meeting the serious gaze of Ava, who was standing near the door.

— Yeah... Well — he stammered, a bit startled, as she dug something out of the closet behind her. After a few seconds, Ava walked towards him and took the ropes from his hands, placing two pieces of black satin in place.

— I think this is more of your speed.

Staring at the soft fabric, Toto felt his stomach turn with embarrassment. He definitely shouldn't be there, snooping around Ava's things. However, his natural curiosity had overcome any sense of common sense, which had already been diminished by the wine.

— What are they?

— Those are satin sashes. They’re softer, better for beginners.

— I mean — he hesitated — These things, this place...

Ava smiled a little.

— I think you already know, don't you?

Toto looked up at her, almost shyly.

— Uh… Do you like being tied up?

The suggestion made Ava laugh, shaking her head.

— No, Toto — she replied, in a low voice — I like doing the tying.

Toto stared at her in silence, his heart beating heavily. He knew that many people liked to tie up and even do other things with their partners during sex, even as a way to spice up the relationship. But he had never been in a relationship with someone who lived that lifestyle to the fullest.

Even Ava.

He thought about how innocent he had been to imagine that a woman like her would have a different posture in bed. Ava was intelligent, determined, powerful and, above all, she was aware of her own power, as shown by the way she walked around the paddock with well-fitted blazers in sober colors. And, by God, that was sexy.

— I know what you're thinking, Toto — she said, taking the hand that held the satin sash — How is it possible for a woman to dominate a man? Honestly, it’s one of my favorite questions to answer.

With his eyes fixed on her, Toto watched as Ava gently opened his hands, her fingers sliding across his skin and igniting a flame inside his chest.

— The fun of the game of domination and submission is precisely the possibility of assuming different roles in the sexual dynamics. It's not limiting yourself to the vision others have of you and expressing your most intimate desires in a safe and controlled context — she continued, removing the satin sash from his hand — And that's why I entered this world.

— Do you… Um, spank? — Toto asked softly, feeling his mouth dry.

— Yes, when it is necessary to bring my partner to submission  — Ava replied, as she walked past him, still holding his hand — And if it's within my partner's limits. In the end, what matters inside this room is not pain or power. It's trust. The trust my partner has to surrender to my control.

Looking at their hands, Toto felt his entire body tingle.

— Control…

— Yes. Control. I control the scenario, the scenes, the objects that will be used, everything to bring pleasure to my partner — she said, somewhere behind him — That's what being a domme is, Toto.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he could feel his own pulse roaring in his ears as Ava's fingers slid across his shoulders.

— Do you know… Men that… Like that? — Toto finally managed to ask, his eyes searching Ava's face, whose lips were curved in a deliciously suggestive smile.

— Submissive men? Yes — Ava replied softly — In fact, you'd be surprised to know how many rich, powerful men find pleasure in not having any power in the bedroom.

The last sentence made Toto think of Stefano's words during dinner in Porto Cervo, about him being a powerful man. Although he ignored that rosy view of his own work, there was a grain of truth in that statement; he actually had power within that world, even if he hadn't worked for it but only for the team in which he had shares. It was precisely what made his role not just a job, but a burden.

It was difficult to deal with the attention, the spotlight, the fans, the demands. Despite being intoxicating, the power he held was stressful, not to mention toxic. And there were days when what Toto wanted most was fresh air.

With his eyes locked on Ava's, he was sure that, finally, he could breathe.

Bringing one of her hands to his face, she slowly approached him. The touch between their lips was careful, almost as if it could break them into thousands of pieces inside that room. Ava's perfume, with its floral and musky notes, enveloped him like a hug that Toto never wanted to leave. However, when he tried to reciprocate, his arms didn't respond, something soft holding his wrists together.

The discovery made him move his face away from hers, scared.

— I'm tied up — Toto said, as he moved his wrists, making Ava smile.

— No, you're not — she said — It's a simple knot, just push your wrists outward at the same time, and it will come loose.

As he repeated her instructions, the satin band gave way, freeing his wrists. As he brought them forward, he rubbed his skin with his hands, a little embarrassed at having reacted so abruptly to what she had done. But, it wasn’t like he could say he didn’t enjoy the adrenaline rush. 

— Ava? — Toto said softly, looking up tentatively at her.

— Yes?

Something in the back of his mind asked him to give in to his own desire, which tingled across his skin in a stubborn, not to say insistent, way. Toto wanted that woman no matter what, even on her terms.

— Can you tell me where the bathroom is?

Ava smiled, before leading him out of the room and directing him to the right door inside the apartment. As he closed himself inside the cubicle, Toto let out a heavy sigh, staring at his own reflection in the mirror. His face was red and his breathing was heavy. His pants felt too tight and his shirt rubbed uncomfortably against his skin.

He didn't expect to react like this to his discovery about Ava. Not that she didn't provoke desire in him, quite the opposite. But there was something about the idea of allowing her to take control of his pleasure that made something below his belly button tingle and his heart beat faster.

What if he liked it?

What if he got hurt?

What if she made him feel good?

What if she scared him?

What if it was the best experience of his life?

What if it was the most traumatic experience of his life?

Shaking his head, Toto looked back at the sink, trying to focus on his own breathing and not the heat he was feeling. Ava hadn't extended any invitation to dominate him, but the knot with the satin sash had been enough for a seed to be planted in his mind. And, incredible as it seemed, it was already sprouting.

After washing his hands and face, he returned to the living room in silence, finding Ava sitting on the couch, staring at her own glass of wine. Trying to hide the strange silence, he looked at his watch to find the time.

— Well, I think it's time for me to go home.

She got up from the sofa with the glass still in her hand, a shy smile on her face.

— Are you sure? We haven't finished the wine yet.

Toto looked at his glass, which still had some of the golden liquid in the bottom. He was tempted to stay and finish the bottle with Ava, but something told him it was time to stop. He needed to process that night with a clear head.

— Yeah. Oxford is a bit far and I don't want to get home too late.

As he said that, Ava's expression seemed to lose its shine, even though there was still a cordial smile on her lips. Leaving the glass on the coffee table, she walked him to the door, one hand resting on his lower back, the touch sending a warm wave through Toto's body.

— Well, I thank you for accepting my invitation. It was a great dinner — she said, opening the apartment door while he put on his coat and shoes.

— I need to thank you, you are a great cook.

They stared at each other for a few seconds in silence. “Do I talk about that?”, Toto wondered.

— So, I'll see you in the paddock?

— Oh, yeah. Absolutely — he replied, forcing a smile — See you later, Ava.

— See you — she said softly, as Toto walked past her and left the apartment, his heart beating heavy in his chest. When he heard the door close behind him, he let out a long sigh, as if he was finally reaching the surface after a deep dive into some wreck area, as he liked to do when he was in Porto Cervo.

However, contrary to what he imagined, he didn't want to get on the boat and go back to the hotel, quite the opposite. Toto has never wanted so much to dive back in to explore Ava's depths, to uncover what was behind those well-cut blazers and flawless makeup.

He just didn't know if he had the breath for it.

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chapter two — teaching methods

➝ curiosity got the better of toto and he's back at ava's apartment, ready to play her game. he just need to know if she was looking for someone to play with…

➝ word count: 3,1k

➝ warnings: smut, d/s dynamics, masturbation (in a way), foot fetish (if you squint)

➝ author’s note: going through one of those difficult weeks where you think the only solution is to die. i should probably be monitored or something. i hope you like the chapter.

As the numbers glowed red on the elevator's LED panel, tension twisted Toto’s stomach. He couldn't help but feel anxious, especially considering what he was about to do in a few minutes. However, it wasn't like he could blame his own impulsiveness in being there.

The decision to message Ava and ask if he could stop by her apartment that night was carefully thought about for a long time. He gave even more attention to that than to the latest car-related reports of the season that was about to begin. Just one of the consequences of walking into the wrong door the night he had dinner at that flat in Chelsea.

Since then, that place had become a constant presence in Toto's thoughts. It was as if he was unable to think about anything other than being there, in front of Ava again, feeling her touch set his skin on fire. In that position, he would be able to do anything for her.

Itt was scary, even for him.

When the elevator stopped on the sixth floor, Toto let out a heavy sigh, trying to focus on what he would say to Ava once he saw her. Maybe it would be better to be honest with her, say everything at once. Or would it be better to ask for something to drink? No, the best thing was to not give her time to say anything and just kiss her, hoping that she would understand what he wanted to say.

— Good evening, Toto — she greeted him, making him realize that she had already pressed the doorbell. “Shit”, he thought to himself, trying to draw some mental script of what he wanted to say — How are you?

— Good evening — he stammered — Everything’s okay. What about you?

— All good — Ava said, leaning her face against the wood of the door — Do you want to come in?

Answering with a positive nod, Toto entered the apartment feeling his heart beating heavy inside his chest. After taking off his shoes and hanging up his coat, he stopped to take a look at Ava. Wearing a short black satin set of button-down pajamas, he allowed Toto a little glimpse of her breasts as well as her legs.

“She’s so beautiful”, he thought to himself, before looking up from her cleavage to her eyes, that were trained on him. The feeling was that he had been caught doing something wrong, which made him swallow hard.

— Come with me — she said, walking into the living room.

Almost robotically, Toto followed her, his pulse roaring in his ears. Upon entering the room, he noticed that the television was on, some program with a man appearing to sing a rap in a baseball shirt standing still on the screen.

— I didn't expect you to come back here — Ava mumbled, making Toto suddenly look at her.

— No?

— The way you left that night, I thought — she hesitated, as she sat on the arm of the white sofa — I had scared you.

Toto blinked. That was definitely not the impression he wanted to give when he said goodbye to her like that. But at the same time, it was a little naive of him to think that she wouldn't see his action as him attempting to escape.

— No, no, you didn't scare me — he finally said — I just needed to... Think.

— Think?

— Yeah, think. To… process everything…

— Never seen a BDSM dungeon before? — Ava asked, dryly.

— No — Toto replied, innocently— Like, I knew that such a thing existed, but I'd never been in one before. Well, I still don't think I was, because your room doesn’t look like a dungeon.

She smiled, lowering her head.

— Well, that’s not necessarily my room…

— Don't you sleep there?

— No. Let’s just say that room is reserved for my guests.

— You mean — he hesitated for a few seconds — Your submissives?

Ava gave a suggestive smile.

— Apparently someone has been reading about it — she murmured, getting up from the arm of the sofa, her eyes fixed on his.

— Yeah, well — Toto stuttered, looking away from her. It was useless to deny that he hadn't researched that subject, trying to better understand what role Ava assumed within that room and what role he could assume to please her — I have…

The smile grew on her face as she slowly approached him. Toto felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart beating heavy in his chest.

— And what did you discover? — Ava asked, her face raised to his.

— So — he began to search his own memory, feeling completely lost with her proximity to his body — There is a dominant and a submissive. And the submissive does whatever the dominant wants.

A giggle escaped her lips.

— That’s… a bit inaccurate  — Ava said, raising a hand to fiddle with the collar of his shirt — Very much so, actually.

— Uh… Why?

— The submissive is the center of everything in BDSM — she explained — Without his knowledge and, above all, his consent, nothing happens in the bedroom. There is the idea that he does whatever the dominant wants, but the good dominant only does what is within the limits of his submissive. And within its limits, of course.

— And which are your limits? — Toto asked softly.

— Well, I'm what they define as a gentle dominant — Ava said, her hand sliding over the white fabric — I prefer to educate my submissives with positive incentives when they obey me and not necessarily through punishments when they do wrong things.

— You don't do physical punishments, then?

— If he deserves, I'll punish him — she murmured, her eyes going down his chest — And, even though I'm gentle, I don't usually show mercy if my submissive doesn't follow my rules.

— Tough love, then? — Toto asked, making Ava's fingers, which were brushing the three letters stitched right next to his navel, tense up. Looking up at him, there was a glint of distrust in them, before she smiled again.

— Yeah, something like that.

Silence stretched between them for a few seconds, uncomfortable enough that Toto finally felt the urge to finally say the three words that had made him drive here from Oxford.

— I want to… — he whispered.

— What? — Ava asked, looking a little shocked.

— I want to do this with you.

— You mean, submit to me?

— Yeah.

She took a step back, the expression on her face turning serious.

— You know that you can’t do it like that, don't you?

— But, I read that if both parties are comfortable with the idea, it is possible to…

— Toto, it's much more than agreeing to have sex with each other. We need to know everything about each other, about what we want and don't want to do, about our limits, health issues...

— Are you going to ask me for a blood test to see if I'm clean? Come on…

— I'm not going to risk my life to fuck you, no matter how handsome you are — she replied, crossing her arms — Besides, I don't know about your previous injuries, your allergies, your traumas...

— Do you want me to send my medical history to you so you can confirm whether or not you can whip me?

— Do you want to be whipped? — Ava returned, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Taking a step forward, Toto rested his hands on her hips, the soft satin causing a shiver to run across his skin.

— I want you to introduce me to your world, Ava — he said softly — I want you to make me yours. On your terms, within your limits, the way you want.

She pursed her lips, as if thinking about his words.

— Please, Ava. I just want to be yours — Toto whispered, his eyes fixed on the brown that stained the edges of her pupils. He felt his body tense, anxious about her imminent response.

— You know I won't do anything to hurt you, right? — Ava finally said, her hands landing on his wrists.

— Yes.

— You know that the moment you say the safe word, I'm going to stop, right?

— Yes — Toto replied — Red, green, and yellow, right?

— No, we won't use the traffic lights, this isn't driving school. You can choose a random word that is unlikely to appear in our scenarios and that is simple enough for you to remember. It could be an animal, a place, a fruit…

When she mentioned the word fruit, he smiled.

— Pineapple, perhaps?

— Perfect. As soon as you say that, or, if you can't speak, tap me three times, I will stop everything and give you the time and space you need, okay?

He nodded.

— As I said before, I am a gentle dominant, I will not insult you or degrade you in any way. I won't spit or do anything scatological. I will not force you to do anything without your clear consent. I will not risk your health or safety in any way, even if you beg for it. Inside these walls, my priority is that you're okay at the end of the night, right?

— Yeah — he said softly, something tingling just below his navel.

— So, are you sure you want this, Toto?

— Yes… Mommy? — he replied, somewhat uncertain about the form of treatment. She giggled, shaking her head.

— No mommy, no goddess. Ma'am or mistress is enough for me.

— Okay, ma'am — Toto said, a familiar warmth running through his body as he said the last word and saw Ava's reaction, who smiled with satisfaction.

However, contrary to what he expected, she walked away from him, heading back towards the white sofa. Then, sitting back down on the upholstered arm, Ava crossed her legs, watching him with a suggestive gleam in her eyes.

— Well, I believe we can begin your introduction to my world with rituals.

— Shall we light a fire? — he asked in a mischievous tone — Will we be dismantling your coffee table for tinder?

She smiled.

— Very funny, but no — Ava replied — Rituals or protocols, if you prefer, are the way we connect emotionally and psychologically with our roles within the scenarios of domination and submission. In addition to being visually pleasing, personally speaking.

—And what do you want me to do?

— First, I want you to be silent. The ritual is something important to me, I want you to respect it and follow it to the letter every time we meet, okay?

— Yes, ma'am — Toto said softly.

— Second, I want you to take off all your clothes.

Something about that sentence made his eyes widen.

— Here? — Toto asked.

— Did I allow you to question my orders? — she questioned him sharply. Her tone sent a shiver across Toto's skin.

— No.

— No what?

— No, ma'am.

—Then you will do as I say, without questions. Now, take off your clothes.

Swallowing hard, Toto moved his hands to the second button on his white shirt, slowly opening it. Sliding the fabric down her arms and placing it on the armchair next to him, he could feel Ava's eyes burning into his skin, assessing every exposed inch of his torso.

Then he opened his belt and then the button on his black pants. The sound of the metal buckle hitting the floor caused a new wave of heat to spread across his skin, especially when he noticed his own erection under his white underwear. It wasn't a surprise that he was aroused, especially after he had convinced himself that he wanted to submit to Ava.

He was surprised when he looked up at her.

— I said everything.

— The underwear too?

— Even the socks — Ava said, her face in a completely unreadable expression.

Concentrating on his own breathing, Toto slid his underwear down his legs, taking the opportunity to take off his socks. Even though the air in the apartment was a little cold, he felt his entire body pulsating, hot and pleading.

— Come here — she murmured, her eyes fixed on his member.

Toto approached carefully, one step at a time. Stopping just in front of her, he felt the air catch in his lungs as Ava analyzed his cock, almost as if he was evaluating whether he was suitable enough for her.

— I thought you were circumcised.

— Why would I be? — he asked softly.

— I read something about you being of Jewish descent.

He raised an eyebrow.

— Did you search about me on the internet?

Ava looked up at him as a finger slid down the underside of his cock. That subtle touch was enough for Toto to feel all his muscles tense, the air trapped in his lungs.

— It's none of your business.

— Of course it's my business, it's my dick — he said, only for a look from Ava for him to shut up, swallowing hard.

— If I said it's none of your business, Toto, it's because it's none of your business — she said, her voice stern as she took her hand away — And, if this wasn't your first time in a BDSM scene, I would punish you for being so insolent.

— You said you don't spank — he said in a low voice.

— I don't spank. My punishments are much worse — Ava returned, with a malicious gleam in her eyes — Go back to where you were.

Resigned, Toto stepped back, taking a deep breath.

— What now?

— Kneel — she said, in an imperious tone — And keep your head down.

As much as he wanted to question her, to understand the reasons why Ava was demanding that, Toto wanted to please her, he wanted to satisfy her, he wanted her to be happy with him. And she would only be happy if he obeyed her.

So Toto obeyed, in silence.

— Good boy — Ava said. And that was all it took for a hot wave of excitement to run down Toto's abdomen, making his dick twitch.

“Fuck”, he thought, exhaling slowly as he tried to focus on anything other than his own arousal or the clear liquid that had started to drip from his cock and run down his leg. He definitely needed Ava to do something, to touch him, to make him feel good, just like she promised.

However, she laughed.

— Are you already this excited, little boy? — Ava purred, moving from what Toto could see through his peripheral vision — I didn't think a guy like you would be so sensitive...

He pressed his lips together, trying to resist the urge to respond, to show that he was capable of bearing what she had in mind to take him to the edge of pleasure. However, he wanted to surrender, to allow himself to become putty in Ava's hands.

— Maybe I should discover which is your limit — she murmured just above him, her feet appearing just in front of him — How long can you last until I make you beg me to give you what you want.

Lifting one of her feet, her toes, whose nails were painted a delicate shade of nude, lightly brushed against his dick. That simple stimulus made Toto hiss, his eyes closing tightly.

— Can you tell me what you want, little boy? — Ava asked softly.

Toto's mind was a real mess. Horniness clouded his other senses, the only thing he wanted at that moment was relief, pleasure, Ava. He wanted her green eyes, her soft skin, her full lips. He wanted her hands, her tongue, her pussy. He wanted any crumb she could give.

— You — the word came out in a sob from Toto's throat.

He heard another laugh from Ava, who moved away from him again. With his skin almost feverish, his nails dug into the skin of his thighs in search of some other sensation that wasn't the pain of his desire.

Then, he heard the sound of satin, making his eyes shoot upward.

Ava had begun to open her pajamas’ shirt, revealing the curves of her breasts. Always covered by elegant blouses and modest necklines, they were the perfect size for Toto's hands. And he wanted to touch them, massage them, feel her nipples harden under his thumbs.

No, he didn't want to.

He needed to.

Then, their eyes met.

— Did I say you could raise your head? — Ava asked, sharply.

— Ava…

She huffed, closing the shirt around her body again.

— You know I don't answer to you by that name, boy — she said, slowly walking towards the couch and sitting down.

— Sorry, ma'am...

— I should have known you weren't ready — Ava murmured, crossing her legs.

— Ma’am, please — he whispered, seeking some compassion from her mistress. However, he only encountered painful indifference.

— Get up — she said, dryly.

Toto obeyed, feeling his shoulders tense and his legs wobbly as he stood up again.

— Get dressed.

He blinked, not understanding.

— What?

— Get dressed.. Now.

Swallowing hard, Toto began the painful walk back to his own clothes. Sliding the fabric over his skin was torture, especially close to his cock, which was still pulsing, hard and hot. When his pants lightly brushed against the tip that forced the fabric of his underwear forward, he couldn't hold back the loud hiss that escaped his lips.

This was torture. He was sure of it.

Once again dressed, he looked up again at Ava, who was staring at him in silence.

— And now, ma’am? — Toto asked, whispering.

— You leave — she said, with an almost devilish smile on her lips.

Toto had never felt such despair as he did at that moment.

— What? But, how? Why?

Ava silently got up from the couch, approaching him again.

— Remember what I told you about my punishments? — she said in a low voice — I may not spank, but that doesn't mean I won't make you regret not obeying me.

— But I obeyed…

— I hadn't allowed you to raise your face to me, little boy — Ava spat — And I can guarantee you that, if you want to play my game, you will follow my rules.

— Ava — Toto babbled, as she walked past him towards the hallway. He followed her almost immediately, thinking about how he could convince her to let him stay, to give him one more chance, to give him what he wanted so much and was completely desperate to have.

However, Ava was unyielding and this was reflected in the way she took his shoes and coat, stuffing them into his arms anyway, as well as in the way her hand was on his shoulder, leading him to the door.

— Please, ma'am, please — he tried to argue, as she opened the door and pushed him out — I promise I'll behave, please.

— Good night, little boy — Ava said, before slamming the door shut.

In complete silence, Toto felt completely pathetic standing there, staring at the light wood of the door. However, he couldn't move, completely shocked by what had just happened. He had given himself to Ava, saying he wanted to do whatever she told him and the great order of the night had been to go home.

“I really am an idiot”, Toto thought to himself, as he finally left the door behind.

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