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Pink Ferrari

            The leather of his oxblood pants chafed audibly as Lewis rounded the corner to yet-another yet-unseen section of the Maranello factory, a chorus of dress shoes and work heels sounded around him from the veritable conference worth of Ferrari employees accompanying him.

This was far from the first time the world champion had been to the hallowed halls of the prancing horse, but this was the first time he had actually been welcome. This welcome party had been put off and rescheduled a dozen times since his internet-breaking contract had been announced. From time conflicts on his side and theirs; Lewis had felt obligated to spend as much time as he could at Brackley before he was no longer welcome or listened to, Carlos had felt the same about his last season being available to the Scuuderia team, resulting in a lack of opportunities to hold his welcome tour without insulting the Spaniard or tearing the Brit away from his current team.

            The window of opportunity had come after Miami, with two European races coming down the pipeline and a two-week break where Carlos had thankfully elected to spend an extra week in the US to play golf. Lewis had simply mass-declined the dozens of A-list events he’d been invited to whilst stateside and hopped on the first flight to Italy.

            24 hours later he’d been walking around the factory surrounded by a flock of rosso corsa for the better part of the afternoon. He really wasn’t sure why there had to be so many people, clearly it had been partly to make him feel important as most of the employees on the outskirts of the group seemed to have nothing they were actually doing beyond walking with him.

He understood and appreciated the enthusiasm, however, and from the shared looks he saw out  of the corner of his eye, he knew many of them were just young uni grads freaking out about being around him.

Fred and a few of the heads of various factory teams were the main ones speaking to him, why several of them were named Enrico was quite confusing, although he shook his head quickly to remind himself that he should always be open and tolerant of other cultures. If he’d met three Erics at Brackley when he’d first been shown around, he wouldn’t have noticed or cared, so it shouldn’t be any different with a few Enricos at Maranello, right?

Except the next doorway they peak through contains two older engineers hard at work on a front wing, and as they take off their grease stained work gloves and approach eagerly to shake his hand they introduce themselves as Mario.. and Luigi.

Lewis has to laugh, can’t help it, and shakes each of their hands while smiling warmly,

“Ah if only you two were brothers that would be even funnier,”

The two men looked confused,

“We are, actually,” Luigi said in a thick accent, eyes still wide from the shock of speaking to Lewis Hamilton, and slightly uneasy now that he seemed to be on the outside of a joke in front of all his bosses.

Lewis hears stifled laughter from behind him and turns to see two young employees trying not to lose their composure as they clearly understood the humor Lewis was finding at this situation.

They both slapped their hands over their mouths at the sight of Lewis turning back to them, but he crinkled his eyes in good humor and gestured to them,

“Can one of you please explain to them what Mario kart is and why I am laughing so that I do not seem rude,”

The boy froze visibly at a direct command from the champion, but the girl next to him had the composure to clear her throat and direct a few short sentences at the engineers in Italian.

They both cackled uproariously, grease-defined crow’s feet fanning out from their eyes as loud Italian laugher bounced off the walls.

“Sì, Sì, rainbow road,” Mario bellowed between fits of laughter, and now the whole room was dying. Fred even had to wipe the corner of his eye by the time they were all finished.

The tour had concluded a short while later, ending in a larger garage that could be a small concert venue. There had been a massive vegan red velvet cake rolled out into the room, along with a cooler full of champagne and Almave. A projector screen was pulled down to play the small montage they had prepared of all his accomplishments along with the accomplishments and history of Ferrari he already knew. Ending in a clip of what must have been the entire factory standing in a field and shouting “BENVENUTO LEWIS!”

He had made Fred agree when he’d signed his contract that any and all celebrations for his benefit be as environmentally friendly as possible, and thus there were no balloons or confetti that rained from the ceiling, just a few sparklers stuck into the sides of the cake. He felt internally pleased that his clause had been honored, he knew the first factory welcome for a driver was hard to not go over-the-top for.

In fact, there had been a distinct lack of fanfare surrounding his visit, probably due to them having less than a day’s notice to arrange everything after Carlos’ golf trip had been confirmed. It didn’t bother him at all, he had sat on the plane dreading the possibility of a parade or massive procession in his honor so this pared back welcome felt like a blessing. He knew there would be a parade eventually, probably at the end of the season, Carlos would be gone and sorted with a new team by then, and there would be no more reason to be demure about his arrival.

The room now emptied slowly as employees reached their fill of being in his proximity and dispersed in groups with their plates of cake to gossip and talk about their impression of him in private. One group of girls had giggled past him as they headed to the door behind him, and he couldn’t stop himself from hearing the words that echoed off the walls as the door swung closed, Oh my god he’s so hot in person I should have brought a change of panties. The retreating laughter was cut off by the slam of the door.

Lewis snorted and smirked as he made his way over to where Fred was surrounded by a handful of senior engineers chatting away with champagne flutes in hand. It was a bit early in the day to drink, and in fact Lewis hardly drank at all anymore, not a drop during the season for a few years now. Despite this, his first welcome at Ferrari felt like a powerfully auspicious excuse to break his rules. One glass wasn’t going to do anything to him and appearing grateful and part of the family by accepting the thin glass Fred extended to him felt like the right thing to do. The engineer next to him quickly demanded a toast, and Lewis felt glad he could participate.

He raised the elegant glass to his lips, and feels the cool bitterness wet his tongue as he savored the rebellious sensation of his first taste of alcohol since the sip of wine he’d had last Christmas. The warm fuzzy feeling slowly sank down through his chest to settle in his stomach, which he realized was pretty empty by this point as he’d only had some fruit for breakfast on the plane.

Spying a table full of fresh cake slices someone had portioned out, Lewis finished clinking glasses and promptly excused himself for a moment to grab a plate. They were all real plates, he noted, and real forks engraved with the prancing horse, impressed once again that Fred had avoided single-use products when paper plates for cake was practically the standard for parties worldwide.

The reason made itself known when a plate shattered on the floor somewhere behind him, followed by a furious Italian expletive and apology. The employee and his friends quickly ran and grabbed a red broom to sweep up the ceramic and cake crumbs. The man looked up while he was sweeping the last of the debris into the pan, and nearly dropped the broom in his hand when he made eye contact with Lewis.

He looked utterly humiliated to have made a mistake in front of him, and Lewis made sure his smile had enough watts to power London as he gave the young man a wave to say “Shit happens, don’t stress man”

The man visibly relaxed, but still made a swift exit along with the rest of his group once the mess had been cleaned, and he couldn’t blame them, his friends were probably bursting to give him shit for the fiasco once they were out of earshot.

Turning back to Fred and the engineers Lewis rolled his eyes in amusement,

“You can bill me for that plate Fred, it’s my fault for asking for real ones,” and Fred clapped a hand hard around his shoulder and shook him heartily as they chuckled.

“No, no it is fine Lewis. I already have an allocated fund set up to cover the cost of making Maranello a greener workplace” Fred gripped his shoulder harder for a moment, but his eyes lost none of their blazing humor, “You’re gonna cost me a fortune to do this, but I’ll probably get an award for making Ferrari environmentally friendly, so thank you Lewis.”

“Any time, Fred,” Lewis grinned, leaning into Fred’s shoulder jostling exaggeratedly until it was closer to rough housing and they both laughed until the bit got old and they separated before Lewis could accidentally knock over his future team principal.

Glancing down at his watch, Lewis found himself pondering what he could accomplish with the rest of his day in Maranello if his obligations here were complete. He could go for a nice long run in the wooded area behind his hotel, shower the day off, and then peruse the menus of local restaurants to continue his research into the food scene he would be reliant on next year.

“Not planning on heading out just yet are you, Lewis?” Fred interrupted his mental planning, and the Brit cast a questioning glance at the man, what else could there be left to do? They’d walked every hall and section of the complex, shook dozens of hands, and there had been cake! Cake equals the end of the event, everyone knows that.

“I was, actually, it seems like we’re done here, no? I’ve got to get some training in today, my legs are still stiff from the flight,” Lewis ran his hands over the back of his head, twisting a braid between his fingers.

“No, we’re not exactly done for the day” Fred stepped a little closer to Lewis and lowered his voice, “If you’ve finished your drink there is a final surprise I would like to show you when you’re ready,”

Lewis felt his pulse jump at the words, mind swirling with the possibility of this surprise, was Fred about to show him a prototype for next year’s car? His adrenaline surged at the prospect of getting his eyes on the red car that would one day carry his number and hopefully carry him to his now long overdue world championship. Downing the last third of his champagne in one sip, he placed the empty glass and his plate on the table beside him and nodded eagerly at Fred to lead the way.

They headed back towards where Lewis remembered the main offices had been, and his hunch that he would be shown the SF-25 slowly sputtered out and died. There were no garages over here, so Lewis moved on in his mind to guess at what this surprise was going to be.

Ah, he realizes, as they continue heading towards where he knew Fred’s office was from signing his contract in the room over the winter. He’s going to let me customize the first Ferrari they’re going to design for me, and that guess felt very likely and reasonable to his lightly fizzing mind and still put a spring in his step. It was no sneak peak at next year’s car, but he could comfortably admit to himself that he’d been looking forward to having a custom Ferrari like Charles and Carlos ever since he’d wet the contract with ink.

Just when they’re approaching the engraved door, Fred stops and turns to what Lewis thought could be no more than a supply closet concealed by wallpaper that continued over the door so that it had blended in seamlessly.

When Fred reaches out for the handle, Lewis is awed to see that a panel slides aside to reveal a thumbprint scanner. The thin blue line travels along the length of Fred’s digit and then flashes green as the locking mechanism in the door audibly shifts and allows it to swing open.

Lewis is struggling to pick his jaw up from where it has fallen slack at the sight of a descending mahogany staircase disappearing into the darkness beyond the singular light bulb hanging from the ceiling above the top step.

Fred looks back as if he fully expected Lewis’ reaction, the Brit had backed up several steps at the sight of the ominous staircase. There was no way in hell he was about to get Get Out-ed or murdered or whatever the hell happened down suspicious-ass horror movie stairs like those.

“I am not fucking going down there mate, what are you playing at? Is the ghost of Enzo Ferrari down there? Or worse, a cryogenic tank with his brain hooked up to a computer like some sci-fi immortality shit?”

Lewis was trying to buffet his extreme uncomfortability with humor, but his laugh was tense, and his legs tingled with readiness to flee if he had to.

Fred laughed and reached around the door frame to flick a switch that turned on a series of lights to illuminate the stairs. The bulbs were still dim enough to leave the purpose of the space it lead to a spine tingling mystery.

“Nothing so mystical or macabre my friend,” Fred beckoned with one hand, “and I am not leading you into some strange sacrifice chamber to kill you, that would be a very expensive ordeal.”

Lewis laughed humorlessly, crossed his arms to let Fred know that he still wasn’t accepting his invitation without some more explanation.

“It’s quite the opposite,” Fred’s expression changed suddenly, eyes lowered into a look Lewis could only describe as sleazy, “I think you’ll be quite impressed, come along.”

The stout man set off down the stairway. Lewis began to feel a strange twist in his gut as he realized what this surprise might be.

He felt his legs moving towards the doorway as if on their own, and the single glass of champagne was reaching the crescendo of the buzz it was going to provide him, softening the last of his inhibitions and spiking his bravery. He was Lewis Hamilton after all, he could handle whatever was down those stairs.

He could see Fred nearly 10 meters ahead of him, still making his way down and as he began to descend he tried to ignore the spine chilling sound of that thumbprint locked door automatically closing behind him.

How deep does this fucking building go? He could nearly feel the age of the wood and walls around him, the smell of limestone and dust filling his nose and making him think of the time he’d done a tour through one of the pyramids in Egypt.

Based on the look on Fred’s face, the secrecy and discretion of the door itself, and how deep they were descending beneath the Earth only aided in Lewis’ suspicion that he was in fact being lead to a secret Ferrari sex dungeon.

Maybe not, don’t be absurd. Maybe it’s a hidden collection of original models Enzo built. Lewis buzzed at the faint possibility.

That possibility died out when the Brit came to a stop on the last step to stand behind Fred who had stopped at a large pane of what looked like black glass. It shone like obsidian, and Lewis was struck again with that weird feeling this could be something magical or demonic and reached to rub his thumb against the ink on his neck like a holy ward.

“Welcome to the best part of being a Scuderia Ferrari driver,” Fred said smugly, voice echoing off the steep barren walls. Lewis cocked his head in confusion. Fred turned to him fully and cleared his throat,

“Before we begin, I feel like I should rip the bandage off the nature of this surprise so as to not force you into seeing or doing anything you do not want. This is not Milton Keynes.”

“Oh, so this is a kinky dungeon thing,” Lewis whistled lowly, quirked an eyebrow at the open Horner jab, and crossed his arms as he grinned at regaining steady footing in the situation. He could handle this, he’s a well-traveled man, plus the debauched things he’s seen A-list celebrities do in NDA-bound phone-less clubs and house parties would give a TMZ reporter a stroke.

Fred chuckled and nodded,

“Nothing gets past you son,” and he gestured towards what Lewis knew now was probably a transition glass of some sort that could be made opaque on command.

Lewis paused for a moment and took stock of how he truly felt. He’d gotten a decent amount of sleep on the plane, that slice of cake had done away with his nagging hunger, and his pleasant buzz was just now starting to fade out nicely.

He shifted around in his shoes and felt how tense his legs still were, of the run he had planned to go on, of how easily whatever he would be allowed to do past that glass could double as a workout. It wasn’t often in his social life that he accepted a wild invitation to do something sexual, preferring to watch or enjoy the show from a distance.

This felt different, and there was an undercurrent of reverence in the air that Lewis could not place and itched to understand. He made up his mind that he was game for whatever was awaiting him and nodded at Fred firmly.

The man turned to slide the keycard that hung from his neck through a nearly invisible slot in the wall, and a section slid up to reveal a keypad. Lewis averted his eyes out of learned ATM etiquette, and only raised his head at the electronic beep from the control panel followed by the black of the glass vanishing in an instant.

The sight that greeted him was breathtaking, and he had to make concerted efforts to maintain his composure and keep his jaw from hitting the floor. He couldn’t control all his emotions, and Fred laughed as he turned to face the speechless champion,

“You’re gonna strain your eyes if you widen them that much,” Lewis turned to him, incredulously, shaking his head in utter disbelief. His wild eyes shifted to ask the question, what the fuck am I looking at?

“This, Lewis, is the pink Ferrari,” Fred said reverently and with another button push the glass before them retracted into the ceiling without a sound.

Lewis was left still frozen to the top step, hand now out to the side where it was bracing his weight against the wall. Fred just walked fully into the small space, and rounded the center of the room to face Lewis again and raise his arms as if to ask Lewis if he was not entertained. Entertained didn’t even begin to cover what he felt right now.

“What do you think,?” Fred asked again, as if they really were discussing a car right now.

Not the human figure with a pattern of rosso corsa ropes suspending them securely from the ceiling. The very real, clearly alive, person who was covered entirely by a hot pink gimp suit emblazoned with a lighter pink prancing horse on the chest.

There was a spider gag installed in the figure’s mouth, a blindfold just above, and when Lewis didn’t answer straight away Fred tutted and pushed their leg to provide a slow spin of rotation.

When the person’s backside came into view Lewis didn’t even stifle the groan he let out at the sight of the openings in the suit placed perfectly to allow a full view of the interlocked plugs held snugly in their cunt and asshole. They formed the top and bottom half of the prancing horse when put together, and looked to be made of pink Swarovski crystal, or perhaps real diamonds, he wasn’t sure.

Fred stopped the spin of the woman, Lewis assumed they were a woman given the anatomy before him, but he knew he couldn’t be entirely sure. It was just easier for his brain to work if he picked a gender to mentally refer to the person as.

“Who is she?” Lewis asked, and he noticed that at the sound of his voice the woman seemed to tense up. He felt unsure then, this wasn’t something he was interested in if the woman felt scared or unsure. If she had been pressured to do this for him.

“Just a set of holes, Lewis, not a person,” Fred slapped the plug lodged in the woman’s ass, the top of the stallion, and the shiny pink figure before him shuddered and whined at the bump.

Spying his hesitation at the lack of clarity, the Frenchman straightened up and took on a professional visage.

“This is all one hundred percent consensual, don’t worry Lewis, this is the pink Ferrari,” he spun the woman once more, showing off the trim waist and toned back of the woman. She was bound with her legs folded together and spread like she was kneeling in midair, arms bound tightly behind her back in a way that forced her small breasts out quite nicely.

“We acquired these holes many years ago now, and they have paid dividends in maintaining driver and employee satisfaction,” halting the rotation of the woman with a firm grab around the elbow, Fred reached down and pulled out both plugs in one motion. The obscene stretch of her holes around the glistening plugs made Lewis’ cock twitch in his pants, quickly followed by the heavenly gape they left behind.

“See how pink they are?” And Lewis could instantly see how the woman had earned her namesake. Her gaping ass matched her fluttering pussy perfectly, both a stunning shade of watermelon pink.

Fred moved so he could hook his fingers around the woman’s holes and spread them out to present them further to the Brit.

“It’s considered a great honor, one of the best hidden perks of donning rosso corsa,” he took one hand away only to deliver a harsh slap directly onto her clit, a low whine came from the latex covered head facing away from them.

“No one has been allowed to use these since you signed, it’s customary that we allow as much time as possible for the tightness to return so the incoming driver receives the finest experience.”

Lewis quirked an eyebrow and looked at Fred as if to ask if he could move forward and touch. The man nodded and stepped back to allow the champion to move closer.

As soon as the woman heard his footsteps come to a stop so close behind him, she started writhing and whining desperately around the gag. The sound clearly distinguishable as wanting now, the poor thing wanted him so badly, was probably as starstruck as she was touch starved.

The knight knelt so he could situate himself face to face with the blushed holes bound before him, fanned his breath over that fluttering watermelon flesh teasingly just to watch the reaction. The woman squealed and tried to gain any kind of momentum to swing herself closer to his invisible touch.

“No one’s played with this slut since January?” Lewis marveled. He knew plenty about dom/sub dynamics, but a sub eager enough for cock to sign on as an official Ferrari fuckdoll? To not touch such a good little slut for so long was a crime in his mind.

At the same time the knowledge of how desperate she would be for release finished the job of bringing his cock to full hardness.

“Not a soul,” Fred assured, moving towards the doorway they had come from,

“If you desire any tools or toys to use, just press this button on the wall and put your thumb in. We programmed it to accept your prints this morning. There’s also camera equipment if you wish to document the experience for later viewing. Welcome to Ferrari.”

And without another word he disappeared through the entryway and the glass door slid back down moments later, turning back to black as Lewis was left alone with the bound figure at his mercy.

Quickly checking the perimeter of the ceilings for security cameras, he found that there were none in sight, and cleared his throat as he stood up and gently spun the woman around by the calf so that her covered face was in front of him.

“Hello there,” he said kindly, reaching out to stroke along the latex stretched across the woman’s face. He could make out strong bone structure, and beautiful images danced in his head as his imagination created possible faces for her.

A demure whine was what he got in response; pliant and perfectly submissive. He could still feel the light tremble through the pink rubber, could feel how desperate she was for any kind of touch.

“I’m Lewis,” he chuckled softly as the woman cooed, a light trail of spit escaping the gag, “I’m sure you were told who was going to be touching you today, and I’m sure you have some preconceived idea of who I am.”

He brought his arm up to grip the woman with both hands, thumbs pressing against her cheeks to feel the way they molded around the device holding her throat open for him. He imagined how his cock would feel in place of the thin metal and shuddered in anticipation.

“Seven time world champion, pride of Britain, Knight of the Royal Order Lewis Hamilton, something intimidating like that, yes?”

The woman attempted to nod beneath his hands, but he tightened his grip to stop her, slightly surprised by how well she managed to strain against him using true force. A sharp slap to the face left her stunned and remorseful against his remaining hand.

“Now, you can whine yes or no, but you don’t fucking move unless I say so, alright?”

He laughed cruelly at the way the woman’s scrambled brain betrayed her and made her almost nod again, the movement aborted and replaced by a keening whimper. She sounded happy and eager still, not even slightly perturbed by the slap and sudden discipline. His cock strained in affection at such a perfect whore.

“I’d say open up, but you’re already open everywhere aren’t you sweetheart,” Lewis sneered and promptly spat directly into her mouth, stray droplets landing along the gorgeous bow lips stretched around the end of the gag.

The sound he got in return sounded like an obstructed ank ooh sir and the Brit smiled as he realized how much fun he was going to have. He spat in her mouth again and brought his fingers to smear the mixture of their saliva overflowing down her chin, coating her lips evenly before spreading the spit all across the mask of the suit until it shone.

“There’s a little bit of housekeeping to take care of before we begin, obviously you cannot speak so I need you to show me what you’re going to do if you need to stop.” Lewis stepped back, beginning to make his way over to the button Fred had pointed out earlier, still paying full attention to the woman.

A light dink rang out through the room as a small bronze chess knight fell to the floor from where the woman’s hands were bound behind her back.

“Creative,” Lewis noted as he moved to bend over and pick up the piece. He inspected it and found that it was not just a knight, but a prancing horse, and the figurine’s eyes were red gemstones that Lewis had no doubt were real rubies. He folded the piece back into the woman’s pink latex encased palm and she closed her fist around it firmly.

“Okay, so you will drop this if you need to stop. But please also do not hesitate to drop it if you simply need a break but not a full break. I intend to discover your limits, but I do not want to do so at the cost of your agency.”

The woman half nodded, stopping as she remembered his earlier command, and whimpered affirmatively. He could hear the familiar gratitude he received from subs in the past who had all been happily surprised by his professionalism and display of complete respect.

He’s always admired the other side of the dynamic, knew that especially given his competitive nature it must take incredible courage to trust someone to take complete control of you. He could never do it himself, and thoroughly enjoyed his half of the role of guiding them both to a realm of pleasure only possible through the exchange of power.

“Let’s see what we’ve got to play with,” the Brit turned from the woman and approached the button on the wall. Pressing it revealed the aforementioned thumb scan, and his print did in fact turn the blue scanner light green as a large section of the wall suddenly retracted.

“Oh wow,” he marveled aloud, enjoying the faint whimper of anticipation he heard behind him, “I wonder who had the honor of completing the commission for all of these.”

The wall had fallen away to reveal an astounding variety of sex and kink equipment, all of which were Ferrari themed and adorned in gemstones or pearls.

Spotting a simple dark red paddle Lewis floated over to it and removed it carefully from its hook, he spotted a small pair of scissors amongst the tools and briefly considered using it for what he had planned. He decided he would go back for it if he needed.

Circling around the woman hanging before him, cunt visibly clenching and unclenching in silent anticipation, Lewis started counting the beats of silence to determine when the most poignant moment to strike would be.

He felt the wave in the room’s energy approach, and his waiting paid off as the crack of the paddle against the woman’s right thigh sent her writhing and squealing in surprise. She quickly composed herself, and the squealing quieted to a grateful whine. He heard a muffled ank ooh sir and his cock throbbed at the little slut’s commitment to trying to thank him when she could hardly form words.  

“You’re a well mannered fucking whore, I’ll give you that,” a matching strike rained down on her left thigh as it swung around into the path of his swing. Another “ank-ooh sir” and Lewis couldn’t help but notice the way the tone of her voice did something funny to his chest.

He shook his head in bewilderment, it was absolutely absurd to him that he could feel a pang of what appeared to be affection towards this sexual deviant he had known for all of five minutes. The Brit cleared his mind of the thought quickly and delivered a series of five strikes across her plump ass to alleviate the frustration he felt at the moment of vulnerability.

Five ank oouh sirs accompanied his strikes, and Lewis smiled pleased with himself when he felt nothing sentimental from hearing the words this time.

“Well I’m never gonna see how pretty and pink those cheeks are getting if I can only see your little fuckholes, am I?” The slut whined happily at the prospect, and Lewis brought his hands to grip around the preexisting opening in the suit that only allowed access to her holes.

He was right in not needing to grab the scissors, the suit ripped beautifully, and he soon had the hole widened enough to hug around the perimeter of her cheeks. He observed a few freckles on the pale skin, the only sign that the flesh below him belonged to a real human being. Every other detail seemed to contradict this; the expanse of skin was completely hairless, poreless, and shone with supple softness and moisture in the light, like an angel or a siren.

He made a note to ask the woman what products she used on her body at the end of this, he’s never seen someone have glass skin on their ass before and he wants to know if it’s due to some holy grail product or simply divine genetics.

Lewis could hardly wait to turn this flawless canvas into a depraved crime scene of bruises, bites, and welts, and wasted no time surging forward to take a mouthful of cheek between his teeth and sink down savagely. He could taste body butter still residing on the surface of her skin, and the scent intoxicated him instantly, eyes rolling back as his tongue betrayed his act of domination and surged forwards to taste the slick skin and savor the slight bitterness of the butter. Mango, he thinks.

Pulling himself out of his second slip up of tenderness, the champion straightened up and willed his emotions to return to an even keel. He didn’t know why it seemed so hard to remain normal in the presence of this flawless woman, he’s been surrounded by flawless women his entire career, rejected them left and right. Yet everything about the woman before him seemed laced with an essence that drew him in like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

He needed to regain control of the situation, to reestablish his role as the one in charge, even though the blindfolded woman before him could see none of his internal faltering and had no idea what she was doing to his mind.

“Count out and thank me with every hit I give you, slut” Lewis inspected the meat of her cheek with cold precision while he waited for her eager whine of affirmation, the moment he heard the sound leave her gagged throat he delivered the first hit.

“Onnn, ank ooh sir” Lewis could distinguish the hint of a French accent when he heard the sound. Mmm an obedient French slut, how fitting, he enjoyed the previous French women he had fucked over the years, although the way most of them went to the balcony for a cigarette immediately after they finished turned him off immensely. This one was bound and gagged and therefore had no way of participating in this annoying habit, and that made him grin as he continued his strikes.

“Ooh, ank ooh sir”

“Eeh, ank ooh sir”

“Ore, ank ooh sir”

“Ive, ank ooh sir”

…

“FOREE ONN, ANK OOH SIR”

“Foree ooh, ANK OOH SIR”

“Foree eeeh, ank ooh sir, Ah,”

“Foree ore, ank ooooh sirrr mmmm aughhh,”

The flawless canvas that had once been in front of him was now as red as the paddle he held, the knight stood back to admire his work and the woman visibly sank lower in her restrains once she realized he was done for the moment, had indeed been counting to his driver’s number as she’d probably prayed for after they passed thirty hits, and he hadn’t slowed down.

He pulled out his phone and took a few pictures, Fred had been truthful to him that there were a few film cameras in a case on the wall of tools, but he had no plans of using them when he could have the footage directly on his phone instantly without having to develop or transfer the photos.

“So fucking good, slut. You did well. I can’t wait for you to look in the mirror when you get out of here and go back to whatever apartment being Ferrari’s official cockslut allows you to afford.”

The woman whimpered happily, like she was really imagining what Lewis was saying and looking forward to it.

“Now, I’m thinking you might deserve to cum after being such a good little painslut, Fred said you haven’t been fucked since I signed my contract, have you been allowed to touch yourself?”

The broken whine he was met with told him that the answer was what he had expected, and he felt a wave of sympathy for the woman in front of him, not allowed to cum for nearly four months when sex was clearly what she enjoyed most in life.

Lewis tutted in disapproval, and he saw the clearly visible drop of wetness land on the floor where it was pooling out of the woman’s cunt.

“I’ve got some very good news for you whore,” the champion sank to his knees and spread the woman’s burning cheeks gently, jiggling and tugging them apart slightly to savor the way her holes and lips responded to the stretching.

“I’m normally not in favor of letting a sub cum until the last possible moment, until they’re begging for it and have earned it three times over in my mind,” the woman whined above him as if to tell him she would accept this treatment as well if it meant she could finally cum.

“Lucky for you,” Lewis spread the hot pink lips of the cunt in front of him and leaned in so close that he knew his every breath was going straight into the fluttering hole, “I think not cumming for four months just to preserve yourself for me has already earned you a little reward.”

“S’ih ah plaih” is all he hears from above him, confirming his French theory as he clasped his lips gently around the adorable little clit he pushed out with his fingers.

The woman screamed around the gag and wailed continuously as Lewis flicked his tongue rapidly against the tense nub in his mouth, delighting in the way it swelled and responded to him. He could feel the flood of wetness coating his chin steadily as the orgasm that must have been waiting like a shark beneath the surface of her being came swimming to the surface with no resistance.

Knowing she wouldn’t have to beg for permission must have been the last straw, and Lewis not letting up his attack when he felt her begin to tremble and spasm above him earned him the rush of squirt that he knew she could produce from the first moment he saw her cunt.

“Fuck yeah darling, keep going, let it go, God you’re so fucking wet,” Lewis leaned back and replaced his mouth with three fingers as he rubbed roughly from side to side across her clit to prolong the stream of squirt spilling onto the floor like he was pumping a well dry.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth to taste the juices loudly, smacking his tongue and not even having to exaggerate a groan of pleasure the sweet sticky liquid tasted so goddamn good. Like seriously good, the act ceased to be for the benefit of the woman hearing him do it, and he chased the last drops from between his knuckles as he wondered again if this woman was mortal or something otherworldly and biblically unholy.

He needed more immediately.

“You want another slut? Gonna be a good little bitch and cum all over my face?”

The woman screamed in delight as the Brit brought his lips back firmly over the drenched pink pussy above him. An idea came to Lewis, and he shifted his legs to get enough leverage to slowly push up and lift the woman upwards, the ropes suspending her gaining slack and allowing her full weight to come down on his waiting tongue.

“S’ih plaih s’ih plaih s’ih plaih” comes raining down above him, and Lewis smiles into the heavenly suffocation of cunt and inner thigh. He goes for her hole this time, fucking his tongue in easily from the plugs that had held her open when he’d arrived. Remembering her ass had also been plugged he brought a free hand around to hook a thumb easily into the eager hole.

This sends her over the edge and the spasm she’d had earlier was surpassed tenfold as her second orgasm ripped through her and rained sweet juice into Lewis’ waiting mouth.

He didn’t waste a drop this time, swallowing and slurping against the flooding hole as the woman wailed above him,

“mehsee mehsee MEHSEE”

He held the woman firmly through the aftershocks of her climax, still holding her up without the help of the ropes. He slowly knelt back down until the ropes were taught again and stood up so he could rub his hands soothingly down the woman’s sides.

He felt strong muscle there, more than he had expected from such a trim waist, but the fading spasms he could feel beneath his thumbs were delightful.

“I bet you haven’t encountered many men who let you cum twice before they’ve even gotten their cock out. What do you say for that, slut?”

“Ank ooh sir, mehsee, ca faih uh ien”

Lewis delivered a soft backhand to the woman’s face, “English, please.”

“Feehl so gooh, ank ooh, sohee sir,”

”There we go, good girl. Now I think I want to stuff that pink little throat with my cock so I don’t have to listen to a dumb French whore,”

The woman made a sound for a moment, that Lewis could almost place as indignance, and he could almost see her fight back the urge to say something, lips squirming around the gag.

He ignored it and pulled his cock out of his pants, before deciding fuck it, there’s no cameras and chucking his lower garments off entirely. Save for his shoes of course, this floor looked grimy as hell.

The height of the ropes wasn’t ideal for getting his dick sucked, but he followed the path of the ropes on the ceiling and found where they were secured along the wall. Walking over he slacked the ropes carefully to lower the woman to a better height.

Once he was satisfied with the adjustment, he found himself worrying that he might finish far quicker than he wanted to, if the way his cock jumped at merely turning around to face the woman again was any indication.

He wanted to fuck her properly as well, and as much as he wished he was still young enough that his refractory period was nonexistent, those days were sadly long behind him. He would have to pace himself carefully to not jump the gun and blow his load, literally.

The champion spun the woman around to face him and found that his adjustment had been perfect and her mouth was now positioned directly in front of his straining cock.

“I’m gonna assume you’re very good at this, whore, I would hope Ferrari wouldn’t hire just anyone to present to their most important members.”

Lewis smeared the tip of his leaking cock around the woman’s taught lips to coat them evenly like gloss, he received a confident whimper in response.

“Can’t even imagine how many old, wrinkled cocks you’ve taken in here. No amount of mouth wash is gonna erase how dirty and used your fucking throat is. Do you taste a hint of cum on your breath when you first wake up, no matter what you do?”

As the woman whined high in shame Lewis brought his hand around the back of her head to where the gag was secured. His cock was far too wide to fit comfortably through the opening, and he found his chest soaring in anticipation at hearing her voice fully once he removed it.

He thinks he can feel the woman tense unusually as he figures out the clasp and slowly pulls the gag loose. It comes out like a bit from a horse’s mouth as he finally separates the back and pulls the front from her mouth with a wet pop.

The soft pink insides of her cheeks are visible from how her mouth hangs open as she catches her breath and Lewis is overtaken by a primal urge to grab and take. He grips the smooth back of her head and pushes his cock straight down her throat with a violent quickness, finding no resistance at all at the entrance to the back of her throat, the muscles parting around him like gates to a temple.

Lewis hissed at the tightness, and how quickly the woman had adjusted, swallowed around his cock and began to take shallow breaths through her nose. Professional comfort and no resistance, Lewis almost came on the spot from the competence alone.

“That’s it baby, glad you’re taking a nice big cock for once aren’t you?”

He thrust out a bit before gripping her head harder and pulling her back on his cock as he began to find a rhythm. He alternated between using her head like a fleshlight and ramming it back and forth along his cock and using his own momentum to thrust in deep and hold her at the bottom of his length until he could hear the whimpers turn to desperate squeals for oxygen.

The sounds coming from her throat were obscene, and Lewis grabbed his phone to film once the streams of spit streaming down from her chin began to get bubbly and white from the air bubbles of him fucking into her throat so fast.

Lost in watching the scene through the lens of his phone for a moment, Lewis nearly forgot his initiative not to cum without fucking her other holes and came dangerously close to skipping straight to his planned cum shot and ripping the latex off her face and shooting his load all over her exposed cheeks.

He ended the video and tossed his phone gently to the floor as he pulled his cock out of her throat with a slurping pop. The Brit gripped the base of his cock hard as he staved off the orgasm that had been so dangerously close to the surface.

As he looked at the slut hanging there, now with no gag in her mouth and nothing preventing her from speaking. He pondered if he should praise her for how well she took his cock or humiliate her for it. Wonders which one she wants more.

“Whatever they pay you slut, tell them after today that I said they should double it. That throat is worth seven figures at least.”

She whined in delight at his compliment, Lewis noted that she declined to speak now that he would be able to fully hear her. The oddity loses his interest when the light rotation the ropes had when he’d let her go brought her holes back into his eyeline.

“No cock in four months, hmm?” The knight sneered, stepping forward to stop her spin with a hand around her thigh. The other stayed firmly on his cock, still trying to buy him enough time to hopefully have her squirting all over him one more time before he finally came.

“Si il’ plait” The woman groans, her voice high and exaggerated with desperation. Her accent is clearer now, definitely French.

Lewis rocked her back slowly until her drenched folds were sliding back and forth over the length of his cockhead, rubbing little circles against her clit as he parted her open in ready.

She began to tremble and keen for him to put it in, but he took his time and traveled up with his cock to where her asshole was still gaped ever so slightly. A soft push against the relaxed rim had his head pop perfectly past the entrance with no resistance, though he could feel the untouched tightness waiting beyond.

Lewis gasped, pulling his head out and popping it back in repeatedly as he widened the gape of her entrance back up. The woman moaned above him, loved every moment of him playing with her other hole, he loved women who enjoyed the pleasure of anal and didn’t just do it out of obligation or for the man’s benefit.

The Brit is overwhelmed with the urge to fuck that perfect little hole with his tongue in appreciation, he pulls his cock back out again and quickly bends down to lick a fat stripe up the length of her holes. The sudden presence of a tongue drives the woman wild above him, and he wastes no time delving the pointed muscle deep past the softened rim. He’s able to move his tongue around and attack all sorts of angles that earn him screams of pleasure from above and visible wetness from the watermelon pink cunt in front of him.

When he’s satisfied with the show of affection towards the woman’s enthusiasm for anal penetration, he stands back up, delivers a hard slap to both cheeks to watch them jiggle softly. He drizzles the first lube he sees on the wall over his cock thoroughly. The champion uses his thumbs to grip and spread her ass apart until the place he’s about to stick his cock looks like it’s sized just for him.

His cock slides smoothly to the hilt into the pink woman’s ass, her screams of intensity above the loudest she’d been since they began. The plugs had been far shorter than his cock, and he could feel the unmistakable and delicious transition where half his length split open untouched depths. A slow rocking rhythm is all that’s possible while the woman adjusts to his size.

He could easily use the suspension of the ropes to jerk this woman back and forth on his cock viciously until her clenched hole submitted to him. He had every indication that she would let him too, would enjoy it, the chess knight still resolutely in her hand. But something unnamable drew him to the side of tenderness that wasn’t required, something in the way the woman’s screams turned to muffled gasps to steady moans was far more rewarding to him.

Lewis could feel himself get close to cumming again, embarrassingly quick this time, he had barely begun to thrust comfortably but the warmth of her walls sliding around him coupled with the fondness in her moans of pleasure gave him a satisfaction like no other. He still had one more hole to explore, and he knows he’s probably saved the best for last as he brings two fingers to plunge straight into the woman’s dripping cunt to replace the loss in sensation as he pulls his cock out slowly.

“Best for last, right slut?” He growled, giving his base a hard squeeze to build up a little resistance for this last stint. He knew it was a fool’s mission, and as soon as his head swirls against the silken folds to part her open he knows he has less than two minutes before he’s done for.

“Huhmnnnn yes sir,” the woman giggled, and something in the tone of the laughter nearly struck Lewis out of sync, but he was far too horny to work out whatever was happening on a deeper level in his mind. The only thing he could think about was how goddamn good it was going to feel to reach her cervix.

Driving in deep, Lewis maintained none of the previous tenderness he’d exhibited while fucking her ass. Her cunt was dripping wet, and coupled with the lube he knew she felt no resistance at all taking all of him to the hilt. He gripped around her sides harshly and racketed her helpless body against his own until the room echoed with the sounds of skin slapping and both of them losing their minds.

Lewis tried to remain slightly aloof and in charge with the tone of his moans, to sound like he was taking pleasure, not having it ripped from his being like an exorcism by a secret power held between this woman’s legs. He failed handedly, and when he brought his fingers up to hook into the woman’s mouth and fuck her back by her jaw he cried out in pleasure at her eager worshipping of the digits gripping her by the cheeks.

“Take it so fucking well don’t you, whore? Listen to you bouncing on my fucking cock like a good little slut, you’re so fucking wet making such a fucking mess. Bet they make you clean up your messes, don’t they? All that sweet juice going to waste on the floor, I’m sure most of them would do it themselves for another taste.”

The woman was nearly able to nod against the strength of his fingers fucking her back into place, and Lewis was again surprised by how she could do so. The knight pushed his fingers back further down her throat until he could feel spit begin to pool and a gag flutter to the surface of her throat.

“No.”

“Fucking.”

“Nodding.”

He emphasized each word with a swing of her body back against his straining cock, the woman whined apologetically, the sound cracking beautifully in desperation. She was actually getting wetter from him getting rough with her, and he could feel from the way her walls fluttered around him that she was about to cum again.

“Come on slut, I know you’re gonna come again, where is it huh?” He shifted the angle of his thrusts around until he found her spot and promptly turned her into a doll as he punished the spot over and over again until a scream and a river of cum was wrenched from her shaking body.

Feeling hopelessly thrown towards the peak of his own pleasure, Lewis pulled out quickly and spun the woman as he continued to jerk his cock rapidly to maintain the rising wave.

“Every hole is fucking perfect, God if only you’d been around these past three years, that fucking pussy would have given me extra seconds in race pace I’d have been so stress free.”

The woman pursed her lips and opened them again, swirling her tongue out and keening in anticipation of his hot load, it was a sight to behold, and Lewis rolled his eyes to the back of his head to savor the image.

Just as he was about to cum he remembered his desire to look at this woman’s eyes and paint those beautiful cheeks without obstacle. He hooked his thumb under the edge of the pink latex where the mouth hole was cut and pulled at one side of the opening while he brought his cock up to push into the woman’s mouth shallowly for one last push of pleasure before the reveal.

Closing his eyes for a second of self-imposed suspense as he felt the opening become rapidly wider and split until he was able to tug it fully off the woman’s head Lewis imagined for a last moment the beauty of a cockslut that would be waiting when he opened his eyes.

A tongue was swirling dotingly around his head, and with a twitch Lewis came back from his thoughts as he felt his balls clench and the most intense orgasm of his life came spurting out of him as he opened his eyes to direct the stream.

Lewis has to lunge forward to grasp the rosso corsa ropes in front of him to stop his knees from buckling beneath him. His other hand moves on its own accord, muscle memory, spreading his cock around and painting an even coating of sticky white cum across the stubbled cheeks and squared eyebrows of the Monegasque.

“Cha-wha-fuckk,” and Lewis is too far into his little death to possibly pull back, to undo the action of cumming all over the face of his future teammate. The boy he’d watch grow up through scouting reports and feeder cups until he’d stood equal to his silver arrow in red and climbed the podium himself in the pinnacle of motorsport they shared.

The boy who was suspended by ropes and sealed in pink latex before him, the one who had a pussy he’d just fucked, and a bruising ass he’d brutalized both inside and out.

The same one who was currently smiling doe-fully and twisting to lick at all the stripes of cum he could reach with his pink tongue. Lewis must remain cool, somehow.

“Carlos made you do 55 strikes, didn’t he?”

Charles eyes shot up, and for a moment he saw the Charles Leclerc he knew, the lucid, competitive and confident gaze of the man he’d respected and raced alongside for years. Then a complete glaze of cockdrunk lust replaced that spark of reality from his eyes, and the Monegasque nodded and smiled.

“Seb was only 5, so it was usually the amount of times I had to cum,” he confessed casually, as if old man Vettel breaking in a teenaged Leclerc while breaking his marital vows at the same time wasn’t a shocking revelation. He supposed very few bonds could hold a man back from that body and that face, so he didn’t judge him all that much.

After all, he had just joined the party himself, was now part of the Pink Ferrari Club that had arrived through the grace of God and blessings owed from past lives into the opportunity to not only drive for Ferrari, but to fuck Charles Leclerc.

Lewis had many questions, but he didn’t feel it was right to leave Charles hanging and covered in drying cum, as much as the untouched streaks gave him waves of possessive satisfaction. He walked to where the ropes were tied and lowered them until Charles was truly kneeling on the ground now.

He grabbed the simple knife and a cloth from the wall and quickly freed the Monegasque from his restraints. He could hear the popping of his shoulders moving back into position after being taught behind his back for so long, and Lewis winced in pity at how they looked to be sorer than his bum.

“All good?” Lewis asked, handing Charles the cloth, his hand hovered awkwardly above the man’s head. He was adamant about after care in his sexual encounters, enjoyed and needed it as much as the woman did, but reaching down and picking Charles up in his arms like he wanted to feels like crossing a boundary now that they were face to uncovered face.

“Yeah, yeah, had fun. You have a really nice dick Lewis,” Charles grinned up happily, before reaching with his freed hand to take Lewis’ and pull himself up. Guiding Lewis’ hand to wrap around his body as he spun himself into the Brit like a tango move Charles tucked his head against the crook of Lewis’ neck and sighed weightlessly.

“Yeah, well you have a really nice pussy Charles,” Lewis mumbled warmly into the side of the Monegasque’s hair, which smelled heavenly despite the slight hint of latex, lubricant, and cum.

They laughed softly at the stilted compliments, the slight awkwardness in the air was almost fun to play with. Lewis brought his arms firmly around Charles to nestle the man closer and properly rub his back and sides to provide comforting pressure.

Minutes passed as they both synced their breaths to one another and just swayed gently, until Lewis remembered something he had said and felt the overwhelming urge to say something about it.

“I’m sorry I said that you suck so many wrinkly dicks you couldn’t wash it out earlier, I was just being mean and not thinking and, well, I didn’t know it was you.” He rubbed his hands higher across Charles’ back, reaching now for the tear from where he’d ripped the head off earlier,

“You don’t have to do that, right? Fred was just playing it up for the presentation and you probably just do this for the drivers, right?”

Charles nodded into his neck and let out an amused little squeal,

“Of course, do you think I am insane? Non, my agreement that I signed says that I get to do these surprises for the driver only if I want to and I actually get a car each time I do it so.. bonus?”

Lewis slapped Charles on the ass suddenly, digging his hands in to grab a handful of cheek playfully as he chuckled,

“Ah, so that’s how you got the Pista and the 812. What’re you gonna get for taking this,” Lewis rubbed his softened, but still imposing cock across the top of Charles’ pink latex thigh.

“Daytona, they’re already working on it,” and Lewis could feel the curl of the Monegasque’s lips against his neck,

“Also, you called me a French whore earlier, I nearly blew the surprise from wanting to correct you, so I want you to apologize now,”

Lewis rolled his eyes, but the moment he’d seen earlier when he’d thought Charles was just a woman made sense to him now.

The Brit apologized, said that Charles was a Monegasque whore, before repositioning his hands to indicate to Charles that he wanted to pick him up. Not hesitating at all, Charles allowed himself to wrap his arms around Lewis’ neck and jump to lift his legs into position.

“Okay, so where are we going now? I don’t think we should walk back into the hallway with you looking like this,” Lewis looked around the room for another exit, while Charles laughed at the suggestion.

“Obviously not, just put your thumb in the other door over there,” Charles huffed simply, as if it should have been clear to Lewis where this other door was.

Walking over to where Charles had jerked his head, Lewis turned around so that Charles was facing the wall around his back.

“Okay smart-ass, you do it if it’s that simple,” and he leaned with Charles as he giggled and strained a hand forward to touch the wall, he heard a sliding sound and pivoted slightly on his feet so he could see the panel come into view.

Charles put his thumb in and the lights flashed pink, cute, and the Monegasque gave Lewis a terrible wink at the custom effect.

The entire wall fell down to reveal a full-on hotel suite that rivaled the finest ones he’s seen, and he’s seen many. Strolling towards the bed instantly, Lewis collapses with Charles in his arms and rolls them so that they can both spread out across the massive mattress.

They stay there for a few minutes, at peace in each other’s silence, before Charles gracefully peels himself off the bed and heads towards another little doorway in the corner of the room.

“I’m just going to cut myself out of this thing and take a shower real quick, and then I’ll come back alright?”

Lewis sat up and nodded slowly, the mattress already tempting to drag him into sleep, he went to get up fully, to offer to help Charles out of his suit, but the Monegasque held up a hand as if to halt him.

“Absolutely no offense, but I would like to do this part by myself, usually the taking off of the suit leads to another round because of the full contact and seeing me fully,” Charles blushes as if admitting the power his body had over his teammates was shamefully boastful, “And I would be down for that, I really would, except that I am very tired from my own flight and having to wax and do everything last minute when they told me you finally had a day for your tour—”

Lewis cut him off with a wave of his hand,

“You don’t have to give a single reason why you don’t want me to, if you say so that is enough for me,” and he sat back properly against the pillows in the bed to exemplify his compliance with Charles’ wishes.

The Monegasque gave him a glowing smile in return, gratitude pouring out in tangible waves,

“Thank you, Lewis. I think I am looking forward even more now to the time we will spend together,” and he disappeared through the door in a fading flash of pink, leaving Lewis to lean back and sigh deeply towards the ceiling as he folded his hands together behind his head.

Threading a braid between his fingers absentmindedly, he hears a shower begin to run and he can’t even try to hold his eyes open as he fades in and out of consciousness waiting for Charles to return.

He’s sinking into dreams of green eyes and pink latex when the mattress dips next to him and tugs him briefly back to life, the smell of mango body butter buffets his nose and envelopes the left side of his brain.

A warm pair of legs twist into his and he feels a body press up against his own as his sleep returns quickly. He feels the featherlight press of soft lips to his neck before a prickle of air as the silence of the room is broken by the angel beside him,

“Sleep, Lewis. We have this space to ourselves whenever we please, it belongs to us whenever we are here. There’s even some eggs and bacon in the fridge I can make when we wake up,”

Charles administers a few more gentle kisses before his head collapses against Lewis’ shoulder, and the Brit just doesn’t have the heart to remind the Monegasque that he’s vegan.

“Oh, and” Charles whispers, voice softer than silk and head not bothering to move from its crook,

“Feel free to wake me up however you please.”