destroy that weakling tree!!

that dry, deadpan kind of humor he has that worked perfectly for tarantino also would work perfectly for wes anderson

Reader works as Christoph’s younger assistant and he seduces her.

warnings/tags: NSFW, age gap, boss x employee, some teacher x student dynamics (they’re not literally teacher and student it’s kinda a roleplay thing), daddy kink, praise/degradation kink, some musician!reader, probable inaccuracies about the film industry, SMUT!!!! PORN WITHOUT PLOT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Additionally, this is my first smut and the first fanfic i’ve ever posted so please bear with me 🙏 I’m just so obsessed with this man and this is my outlet for that. Last thing, depending on how many people enjoy this there may be more parts in the future!

It had been a usual day at work, answering emails from directors, reaching out to people who your boss, Christoph, wanted to work with, and writing down contacts for him. Then, he offers something out of the blue.

“Darling, why don’t I drive you home today?” He had asked, sitting at his desk.

You immediately started blushing, wanting to say yes. But you, assuming he was just being nice, also didn’t want to inconvenience him. Oh, I- I think i’ll be alright, but thank you!”

He looked at you from over his glasses. “That’s no way to respond when I offer you a favor, sweetie.”

You realized he wasn’t just being courteous, he genuinely wanted to take you home. You try and push the thoughts to the back of your mind of why he would want that.

“I’m sorry, Christoph, I-I would actually really appreciate if you drove me home.”

He smiles widely. “Wunderbar! That’s more like it.” He winks.

So, you go back to your desk, still trying to get rid of the thoughts racing in your head. Of sitting in the passenger seat next to him, looking over to him as he drives, him looking back at you and smiling, maybe moving a hand to your thigh- No! He was your boss. You shouldn’t be thinking this way. But— he did seem to get closer and closer to you each day. Putting his hand over yours as he looks at something on your computer. Asking you to come with him on lunch dates with directors, even if you weren’t really needed. Coming up with tasks to keep you in his office longer. He’d tried to be discreet, but you had noticed.

A couple hours later, the end of your shift comes along, and Christoph shows up at your door. Leaning against the doorframe, he looks at you, that regular smirk on his face. He’s wearing a navy blue suit with a white undershirt.

“Ready to go?” He twirls his key ring.

“Yes, thanks again Christoph, you really don’t have to,” you say as you gather up your things and head out the door with him.

“Don’t mention it.”

When you get to his car, it’s a spacious, clean, black Mercedes-Benz. The inside smells like pine, fitting for him. He enters the car, and you can smell his cologne more strongly than usual in the more confined space. You take in the sophisticated scent, and put on your seatbelt.

“Ready, liebling?” He asks.

You catch your breath at the pet name. “Yes, Christoph.”

You had spent so much time with him already. Why were you nervous now?

He notices your stutter, and slightly giggling, puts the car into reverse to back out of the parking garage.

“What’s the matter, am I making you nervous?”

You just shake your head. Were you really that obvious?

“No need for that. It’s just me.” He chuckles. “Do you mind if I turn on the radio?” He asks once he gets moving.

“No, not at all.”

He puts on some classical music, keeping the volume low.

“So, where am I taking you,” he asks, in his Austrian accent, his soft voice mixing with the music in the background.

“Oh, it’s 145 Verano Drive,” you answer.

“Danke, mein Schatz,” he calls you a nickname again, saying it almost under his breath, and it has even more of an effect on you this time.

You watch him as he drives. His calculated, yet relaxed, look, with his brows furrowed. The way he would occasionally look over at you and catch you staring. He would get that smirk on his face that he always got when he could tell you were nervous.

At one point, he moves his right hand to rest in the middle of you two. You watch his hand carefully. You study his fingers, and watch the veins in his hand whenever he flexes it. You imagine that hand on you, fondling your body, those fingers pressed against your skin. As you are lost in your thoughts, he accidentally drives over a speed bump while going too fast, and to reach for leverage, he grabs your thigh.

You gasp quietly, and he just mumbles something under his breath as the car goes over the bump, and then he realizes what he’s done. But… he doesn’t remove his hand. He looks over to you.

“Oh, it appears I’ve grabbed onto you by accident. These stupid speed bumps, you never know. I hate the roads here in LA.” He still doesn’t remove his hand from your thigh, despite the fact that you’re well past the speed bump now.

He turns back to face you. “But it… also appears that you don’t mind.” He states, matter of factly.

“Oh I- I just was caught off guard by the bump as well, that’s all.”

“Hmm. Well would you like me to remove it now?” He asks, studying you.

“I- No, that’s okay..” You answer, honestly not knowing what to say. Most bosses would’ve just immediately removed their hand and profusely apologized. But he could see from the look on your face, from the way you slightly squeezed your legs together, that you were enjoying this.

He has a devilish smile now, facing the road. He chuckles deeply, neither of you saying anything else. His hand on your thigh stays in place, squeezing just a little bit harder, almost not enough to recognize it, but enough to make you want to cross your legs. But, you can’t, as that would give you away completely. You two stay quiet—that is, until you realize you’re not getting any closer to your apartment.

“Um, Christoph I hate to prod, but..are we going the right way?”

Christoph looks at his GPS. “Yes, 145 Valparaiso Drive, No?”

You get a pit in your stomach. Christoph had been driving in the completely wrong direction for the past 25 minutes! Had you told him the wrong address? It was all your fault! No, you could swear you told him Verano Drive. It didn’t matter, because now it was going to take another hour to get to your actual address.

“No, I’m sorry, my address is 145 Verano Drive, not Valparaiso.”

Christoph furrows his brows, looking at the road and then his GPS.

“Oh, darling, I deeply apologize, I must’ve entered it wrong in the GPS.” He calmly answers.

He slows down, pulling into a parking lot. “Well, we’re here now, and this is a nice side of town. Would you like to step out for a bit before we have to drive again? I could use a break, to tell the truth. That is, unless you need to get home now.” He grips your thigh slightly harder.

You look around at where he’s pulled in, and it’s a slightly more secluded park area, and he has parked underneath the shade of trees. He’s right, it is beautiful here. You both remove your seatbelts.

Underneath the shade now, it’s almost like you two are in a dimly lit bedroom together. You try to prevent your mind from getting ideas, but with his hand still on your thigh, it’s hard not to. You realize the inappropriateness of the situation; a secretary, with her much older boss, alone in his car, in a park, alone, with his hand on her thigh. You would run and never look back if the situation didn’t make you feel more of a rush than you had felt since… Well, since you can remember.

The trees envelop the two of you, making you feel like you are in your own private oasis away from the bustling city of Los Angeles at rush hour.

“N-No, I don’t need to get home, sir.” The word falls off your tongue. Normally, you two kept a casual relationship, and he didn’t expect you to call him “sir” or “Mr.” or anything like that. But for some reason, it just felt right calling him that here, now.

His eyes flash for a second at the title.

“Well now. What a good student.” You suck in a breath at his praise. He usually called you his student at work, as a sort of inside joke. It was because you were a new assistant and he was showing you how he liked everything done. But now, the word feels much more sexually charged. He stares into your eyes, undressing you with his gaze. He notices how flustered you got at his praise, and clenches his jaw.

He finally moves his hand up slightly higher, his thumb tracing your skin. It feels agonizing, not being able to relieve the throbbing in between your thighs, and not even knowing if you should.

“C-Christoph, this is…”

“Mmh? Speak up, mein Fräulein.” He draws out, his accent getting thicker as he gets more turned on himself.

“We should be professional.” You say, your breath coming out shakier than intended.

He chuckles for a moment, looking at you. “Darling, I think we are past that already. We are here, aren’t we? Might as well make use of it...” He studies your face for a moment, looking for any signs of uncomfortableness. He drags his hand up further still, dragging your skirt up with it.

You take in a sharp breath, not having the words to describe how you’re feeling.

“But, if you do wish to stop, we can,” he breathes out, “Just say the word, tell me you want to stop.” His voice, an octave lower now, hitting your ears like a sweet melody, mixing so well with the violins still playing low on the radio. You don’t respond right away, and his hand on your thigh pauses its movement.

“Speak up, fräulein,” he commands. “I won’t continue unless you speak up.”

You almost choke trying to speak. “I- I don’t want to stop, sir!” you manage to get out.

He grins into your neck, leaning closer now. “That’s a good student. Looks like i’ve taught you well.” You can hear the smile in his voice; clearly, he was enjoying torturing you like this. You take in his scent again. It’s woodsy, but with a slightly sweet bourbon-y hint. It’s driving you crazy.

He brings his face back up from where he was breathing on your neck, closer to your face now. His lips are right in front of yours, and you both lean in, finally locking lips.

The feeling of finally kissing him is like all the tension you had been building up finally breaking. All those times Christoph had brushed his hand over yours, whispered in your ear at your desk, put his arm around you— it was all culminating in this. He immediately takes control of the kiss, penetrating your mouth with his tongue. You imagine what else his tongue can do, how well he must be able to use it at his age, with all his experience. You can feel that experience while kissing him. Every movement with his lips and tongue feels perfectly prepared, like he knows just what to do to get you going. You reach up and let your fingers grab the sides of his silver hair, bringing him even closer to you.

You whimper into the kiss, and he groans softly. He pulls away for a moment, looking at you. Your lipstick that he sees you wear everyday is now a mess. Your hair is probably a mess too. He just takes in your appearance. His face softens for a moment, his pupils dilated as he stares at you.

“Well, mein liebling.. you look just as ravishing as I imagined.”

You giggle nervously. The thought of him imagining this all along makes your head spin. He leans back in to kiss you again. You grab onto his dress jacket, pulling him closer. He groans at this, and the sound sends a vibration right down to your core. His grey, stubbly beard rubs against you, its roughness leaving you wanting more.

With his one hand still moving up your thigh, close to your heat now, his other hand comes down to your hip, with you turned towards him in your seat. He squeezes, his fingertips on your soft hip.

You whimper at this, arching your back. He grunts onto your lips, squeezing you harder. His thumb on your thigh is now practically touching your pussy. He moves it up, pressing your clit with his thumb.

“Ah!” You moan at the sudden contact.

He just smiles wider, rubbing his thumb in slow circles.

“Ah, does my kleines Mädchen like her boss touching her? What happened to your professionalism, hm?” You try to respond, but then, you both hear a tapping on the window.

You freeze. Christoph slowly moves his hands away, looking out. There it was, a park ranger knocking. Thank god the windows were tinted. Christoph, although visibly annoyed, stays calm. He smooths down your skirt from where he had hiked it up, and also smooths down his own grey hair.

He rolls the window down, making eye contact with the park ranger.

“Guten Abend, is there a problem, kind sir?” Christoph asks, in a polite voice, but with a hint of annoyance.

“Yes, sir, unfortunately we close the lot at this time, so you cannot park here.”

Christoph simply sits upright in his seat and smiles. “Very well sir, we will be on our way.”

The park ranger nods. “Have a good evening.”

The entire time, you were trying to hide the smudging of your lipstick and the state of your hair from the park ranger. Hopefully he wouldn’t put two and two together and go running to some tabloid about it. Working for Christoph, you know full well how much he tries to avoid the press.

Christoph leans in again, whispering “Well, I guess we’ll just have to finish this somewhere else, sweetie.” The lines around his eyes deepen as he grins.

Your breath hitches. The reality of the situation sets in. You had been ready to fuck your boss right here. What were you thinking? And why did you feel so frustrated that it had come to a stop? You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t want to make him think for a second that you didn’t want it.

“Is something wrong?” Christoph could see the worry in your eyes.

“No, not- not at all, Christoph, I was only wondering… do you think this is okay?”

Christoph chuckles. “Is it okay? Well, you felt how you were coming undone on my fingers before we were so rudely interrupted. You tell me, did that feel okay?”

You just swallow, looking into his grey-blue eyes.

“Answer me, Fräulein.” He says, with more of a bite to his voice.

“Yes, it felt okay.”

“Just okay?” Christoph scoffs.

“It felt more than okay, sir,” You reply, trying to hide your face so he can’t see how hard you’re blushing.

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now, shall we?” He reaches to turn the GPS back on and put in the right address this time.

“Unless…” Christoph starts.

“Unless what?” You ask.

“Unless you would like to see my place instead, darling.”

Your eyes widen. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. Your boss, who you knew you were attracted to from day one, who you had up to now only seen at work and work-related activities, was inviting you to his house. Your mind immediately filled with images of what his house must be like. How it was probably tucked away in the Hollywood Hills, smelled of rich forest, and there might be jazz playing softly on the radio. He would have posters of his favorite operas and films. You pictured a personal library, with books lining the walls in all different languages. Your mind filled with images of large wooden furniture—and what you could use them for with him. Then you realize you haven’t answered him yet.

“My apologies. I will take you home if you wish.”

“No! I- I mean, no, I would love to see your place.” You say, accidentally too enthusiastically, blood rushing to your cheeks.

Christoph smiles at how flustered you are, clearly having to hide some of his own excitement. You two drive out of the parking lot, and in the direction of his house.

He places his hand back on your thigh. This time, he squeezes harder, making your anticipation even worse. You have butterflies in your stomach, and you can’t stand how long it’s taking due to the LA traffic. You sigh.

“We‘ll be there soon, darling. Patience.” He says, noticing your frustration. “Are you that excited for me?”

You blush, “I am just tired of being in the car…” You fib, “But you, it seems like you’ve been wanting this much time alone with me for a while, huh?” You tease flirtatiously.

Christoph just laughs, “Much longer than you realize.”

The heat in your core grows. But you decide to take it a step further. “Tell me, what are your plans for when we get back to your place?”

Christoph squeezes your thigh more tightly, clearing his throat. “Well, liebchen… first, I will make sure you’re comfortable. Put on some of our favorite music.” His fingers gently rub your thigh. “Then, i’ll show you around, and lastly, show you my bedroom…” You swallow, imagining what his bedroom must look like. “I have so many things to teach you, my good student. So many things I wouldn’t be able to show you here.” He draws out the last two sentences, his accent sounding even thicker and his voice lower.

You try to catch your breath, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Suddenly, a song comes on the radio that you recognize. A composition which Christoph introduced you to. He had gifted you the CD one day at work, after you had told him you were a musician. That day, you listened to it on your way home.

His eyes turn towards the radio. “Ahh, did you ever listen to this?”

“Yes, Christoph, I played it the day you showed it to me.”

“Mmh.” He hums. “You really are a great listener.” He squeezes your thigh again. You try to stifle your whimper.

Finally, you arrive to his house. You pass the grand security gates, and his home is nestled away behind the trees. You imagine how private and secluded it must feel inside. Somewhere you can finally be away from distractions. Away from the crowded, busy office and the packed Los Angeles restaurants he would take you to for meetings.

“Well, here we are.” He pulls the car in, taking his hand off your thigh to put it in park. He turns to look in your direction, his eyes burning into you. He has a slight smile, and you can see his excitement beneath the surface. The twinkle in his eyes as he looks at you for just a second too long makes your stomach do flips.

He opens the door for you, leads you inside, and the house smells just like you imagined. Pine, cedar, whiskey, coffee, and old books. You are now in his large living room, and he goes to put on a record. It starts playing a soft, jazz song. “Would you like something to drink?” He asks, his voice low against the music. He takes off his dress coat, now just in his white button up. He rolls his sleeves up, and you get a better look at his forearms. You lick your lips. Distracted, it takes you a second to answer. Christoph clears his throat.

“Oh! Umm… What do you have?”

“Anything you like, darling. Wine—red, white. Or, if you would just like soda or tea instead, that’s fine too.”

“I think I would like some red wine, actually,” You answer.

“Great choice.”

He brings you both a glass and the bottle of wine. As he pops the cork and starts pouring, the scent of wine floods your senses. It’s a fruity, sour, and damp scent. You watch his arms as he pours the wine, the muscle flexing slightly. He hands you your wine, that same twinkle in his eyes. You take the glass, and put it to your lips. Although he was humble about it, Christoph was pretty knowledgeable about wines, so he would only pick the best for you. You, however, couldn’t really tell the difference anyway. The wine hits your tastebuds sharply, and you taste a distinct sour berry flavor. Although you’re no expert, you can tell whatever he picked for you is high quality.

“Verdict?” Christoph chimes.

“It’s great, thank you. Sorry I don’t know the, uh, the vocabulary.” You giggle.

He laughs along with you. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’m glad you like it.”

You finish your wine and talk, sitting next to each other on the couch. He puts a hand on your leg, turning towards you. You both sit your glasses down, and he looks at you, now with a more serious expression. Your breath quickens.

Christoph moves closer. “Now, mein Fräulein. Where were we earlier?” He breathes into your ear, “I think… it was something like this,” He moves his hand further up your skirt, caressing, and kisses you. This time, it’s slow, commanding. He takes his time exploring your mouth, both of you tasting the rich red wine on each other. You moan softly into each other’s mouths, and he reaches his other hand up to grab your head and bunch your hair up. He tugs suddenly, causing you to whimper. He pulls away. “Ah, you like that? You want me to be rough with you?” You nod your head. “Well, I can make that happen.” He says, and with that, he suddenly moves both of you so that you are situated on his lap, straddling him. He’s holding you by the hips, still kissing you. On his lap, you can feel the hardness in his pants for the first time. You gasp as you feel it press against you, grinding your hips on it instinctually.

Christoph grabs hold of your hips to stop you. “Ah ah ah, patience, fräulein. You must hold still.” So you try your best to, feeling the throbbing of his erection beneath you. He bites your lip softly, eliciting a louder moan from you. He groans deeply at the sounds you’re making. He runs his hands down, below your hips, to your ass which is still covered by your skirt, and pulls your skirt up. He grabs your ass now, covered just by your underwear, which isn’t covering much. Feeling his hands on the bare skin of your ass for the first time makes you feel like it’s on fire where he’s touching. Then, suddenly, a loud slap comes down where he was just touching. You break out of the kiss and moan even louder. He just smirks against you, and lowers his head to kiss your neck.

“Please, Christoph!” You practically yell.

“Please what, doll? Tell me what you want,”

“Please, I want you, sir,”

He growls against your neck. “You want me? You have me right here. Or.. is it you want something else?”

Losing patience now, you cave in. “Yes! I want you to- to fuck me sir.” You manage to breathe out.

He hums approvingly, gripping your waist. “Look at you, a little slut begging her boss to fuck her.” He pulls his head away from your neck to look at you.

You nod in agreement, not even caring about your pride at this point, just needing him. “Oh, yes, I need you to, please,”

He grabs you by the waist more tightly, and, standing up, starts to carry you out of the living room, your legs wrapped around him. “As you wish, mein fräulein.”

He carries you towards his bedroom, and once you get closer, you see the ambient lighting glow from the room and the area now smells slightly like vanilla and brown sugar. Once you’re in his room, you see his large bed, with a deep reddish-brown comforter. He lays you down gently. “Your teacher is gonna take good care of you, liebling. I’ll guide you every step of the way…” He slowly begins to undo the buttons on your blouse, exposing your white lacy bra underneath.

He takes a second to admire you, humming. “You look absolutely dazzling, my love,” he looks at your breasts in the bra, and back up to your face, and down to your waist. He wants to undress you as quickly as possible. He has you lean up on the bed so he can undo your bra, and then when you lie back down, he takes a good look at your tits.

“Ahh.. They’re so beautiful. Even more so than I pictured…”

You whine, getting even more impossibly turned on at the thought of him imagining your tits, how he probably stole glances down your shirt as you bent over.

His mouth slightly agape, he reaches down with his hands to play with them. Yours were a bit larger than average, and they looked even bigger bare like this. He takes one of your nipples in between his fingers and rubs it, causing you to squeal. “C-Christoph!”

He continues, teasing you. “Aww, what is it, love?”

“I- It’s sensitive..”

He chuckles. “Now I know how to torture you, princess.” He continues playing with your nipple, you moaning. Then, he leans his face down and starts licking it.

“Mmh!” You moan louder. He also moans against your tits, squeezing one with his hand. He goes between sucking and nibbling on one, and then he moves over to do the same to the other one. You are desperately moving your hips for some release, the stimulation on your nipples sending lightning bolts through your body. “P-Please, Christoph,”

“Mmh, princess?”

“Please… touch me,” you breathe out, hoarsely.

Christoph just hums and continues playing with your tits. “I am touching you, my love.”

You whine. “I- I need you to touch me more!”

He suddenly slaps your pussy over your panties. You gasp.

“Looks like someone needs a lesson in patience.”

You just whine again. Another slap.

“And how to ask nicely for the things she wants.”

“Please, sir, touch me, more…” You say, breathing out one word at a time.

“Touch you where, hmm? Tell me, princess,”

“My pussy… please,”

“That’s a good girl.” Christoph hums approvingly, and the praise makes your pussy throb even more.

Christoph leans back, reaching down to pull the sides of your now hiked-up skirt down so that you are left only in your underwear. He rubs your pussy through your underwear at first, noticing the wetness visible even through the fabric.

“C- Christoph,”

“How long have you been thinking about this, my secretary? Thinking about fucking your boss?”

“For- for a while sir,”

“Hmm. So while I’ve been correcting you in the office, you’ve been getting wet this whole time? What a dirty girl…” He continues rubbing your clit in circles through your panties.

All you can do is moan and whimper now, desperately wanting him to pull your panties down and touch you fully.

As if he read your mind, he moves his hands to the sides of your underwear and pulls down, your wetness stretching into a string connecting to your underwear.

Christoph gasps. “Just look how wet you are for me…” He removes your underwear fully, and brings his hand back to your pussy, rubbing slow circles.

“Y-Yes, like that,” you breathe.

Christoph hums, rubbing you faster. He leans down to kiss you as he does so, and you moan into the kiss. Christoph moans back, his own need growing at hearing you come undone like this. He pulls away, taking his hand back from your pussy, and brings it to his belt. You watch with wide eyes as he slowly unbuckles, the clanking of the buckle filling the quiet room. He takes his belt out of its loops, not taking his eyes off you the entire time. He unbuttons and unzips his pants next, moving so he can take them fully off. With his pants off now, you have a clearer view of the erection beneath the thin layer of fabric. You lick your lips, watching as his cock throbs in his black underwear.

You reach out towards the waistband. “May I…?” You ask.

“Go ahead, mein schatz,” He replies.

So, you pull down his boxers, freeing his hard cock. It springs out, and you gasp, finally seeing what you’ve been fantasizing about all this time. You can’t help yourself from reaching out and grabbing it, and you slowly and gently start stroking.

“Ahhh.. good girl.. just like that..”

He groans as you stroke him, using his precum as lube. He’s sitting on his knees on the bed with you under him, you stroking his cock from below. He brings himself closer to your face.

“Open up for me.” He gently demands.

You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out and touching it to the tip of his cock.

“Mmm, just like that.. now, put more in your mouth.” He says, more demanding this time.

You put about half of his length in your mouth, whimpering. You start to suck slowly.

“Yes, schatz… suck me,” He groans. You suck him more, taking in more of him. You taste his precum on your tongue. You take in every sensation, the slight salty taste on your tongue, the warm vanilla scent of the room, and his rich woodsy scent. Your pussy is still throbbing and dripping wet, and having him so intimately like this is only making you more turned on. You feel closer to him than ever before. It’s as if you can feel every vein, every small twitch of his cock with just your mouth. You can see the muscles on his upper legs clenching as he feels more pleasure, his light grey hairs shiny with sweat. You continue to moan on his cock, taking in as much as you possibly can.

He reaches down to grab your hair.

“That’s it, my good slut… sucking her bosses’ cock so well.” He breathes out in a thick Austrian accent.

These words shamefully make you throb even harder, desperately wanting to show him how much of a slut you can be. The way he degrades and praises you at once drives you wild.

Then, he pulls to motion your head away from his length.

“Stop.”

You look up at him, confused, wondering if you did something wrong. He sees the confusion in your eyes, and assures you, “You’re fine, liebling. I was only wanting to get myself ready for you, nothing more.” You suck in a breath. That means… “Move up on the bed for me. lay yourself down on the pillows.” You obey him, and he positions himself over you. “Spread your legs.”

As you spread your legs, he hums. He reaches a hand between your thighs, rubbing you again. “Mmm… so wet, princess.”

He then starts to insert one finger. You gasp at the sensation of his finger finally stretching you open.

“Christoph…” You let out a breath.

“Ah.. you’re so tight, I need to stretch you for me.”

You moan as he moves his single digit in and out of you, curling it towards your g-spot. Then he adds another, and you gasp again, squeezing around him.

“Does this feel okay, princess?” He asks, slowing down his fingers.

“Y-Yes, keep going…”

He continues fingering you with both fingers, his index and middle. The squelching sound of your pussy fills both of your ears, along with your moans and his grunts under his breath at seeing you like this. He continues praising you, telling you to relax so he can get you ready for him. Then, he pulls his fingers out slowly and takes his cock in his hand.

“Are you ready, liebling?”

You nod your head.

“Words.”

“Yes! Yes, i’m ready,” your head is spinning from how badly you need him inside you.

“That’s a good girl…” He places the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing some of your wetness on the tip. He slowly guides his cock in, one inch at a time, moving in and out each time. Once he’s finally in all the way, you catch your breath, grabbing onto his lower back. He groans deeply as he sinks into you.

“Fuck, you feel so tight…” He just stays still with his dick inside you for a moment, breathing heavily.

You whine, the sensation of the stretch overtaking you. But you need more.

“P-Please, Christoph.. fuck me.”

“I love hearing you beg,” He slowly starts to move his hips. “You’re so needy for me.” He continues moving his hips at the same agonizing rhythm, making your pussy take his cock slowly. He pulls almost all the way out, then slams back into you hard. You squeal. Then he does it again. And again. You give him a high-pitched moan each time, and he moans with a deep, rumbling sound.

“Faster, please!” You plead.

“Good girl, asking nicely.” He speeds up a little, pacing himself.

You feel an intense wave of pleasure at the new tempo, and before you know it, words start falling out of your mouth before you can think of what you’re saying.

“Yes, Daddy!”

Christoph stops suddenly, still fully buried inside you. Panting, he looks into your eyes, which are lidded over in lust.

“W-What did you say?” He stammers.

You panic, your heart rate increasing. “I- I’m sorry I just-“

Then, something shifts. His eyes go dark and he stares into you with nothing but possessiveness. “No. Do not apologize.” He starts thrusting again. “Is that what you want to call me? Then I’ll show you, my little girl.” He speeds up. “I’ll show you how little girls like you deserve to be treated.” He grabs the underneath of your thighs, pushing your legs down so that your knees are next to your ears. His cock is buried in you even deeper now. “Tell me, who do you belong to?”

“You, Daddy!”

“Mhm, that’s a good little slut... Daddy is in control.”

You moan, becoming less intelligible now, just yelling out “Yes, yes” and “More, faster.”

He thrusts into you unrelentingly, calling you a mix of names in German and English. His accent sounds thicker than ever as he simultaneously praises and degrades you.

“Scheiße, you feel so perfect for daddy…” He pants. You are overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock inside you, the way he is pumping you mercilessly. Your moans and his pants and groans mix together beautifully; you think you could listen to the sounds forever.

Then, you start feeling a familiar pulling in your core. Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter on his length, and you can tell you’re getting close.

“D-Daddy, just like that, I’m,”

“I’m not stopping princess, come on, you’re doing so well for me.”

“Please, i’m close!”

He groans loudly at hearing you say this. “Yes, my girl, cum for me!”

“Fuck! Daddy, I-I’m cumming,”

Christoph continues his thrusting as you cum, hitting you deep inside as you shake around him. Then, he grunts louder, about to reach his climax himself.

“Princess, I- I’m gonna cum inside you- f-Fuck!”

He cums inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot release. He grunts some curses in German as he cums, then as he comes down from his orgasm he falls onto you. You wrap your arms around his back, and you both catch your breath together, squeezing your legs around him with him still inside of you.

His cock softens, and he sits up in between your legs, taking himself out of you. He lays on the bed beside you and motions you to lay in his arms. You two lay like that in silence for a while, him just running his hand over your hair, kissing your forehead. As you both calm down, you feel at complete peace. It hasn’t even settled yet that you just slept with your own boss, who was also a famous actor. Sure, you were aware of it, but in the moment you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Lying here with him like this made you feel like you two were the only people in the world.

He speaks first. “That was incredible, sweetheart.”

“Yes… it was.”

You listen to his heartbeat, breathing along with the rising and falling of his chest. His chest hair against your cheek, you breathe in the scent of his cologne now mixed with his sweat and the smell of sex.

“May I ask you something?” He begins.

“Of course, Christoph.”

“Would you like me to take you back home, or… you could stay the night here.”

You beam at him. Of course you would love to stay the night. His house is much nicer than yours, and the thought of moving right now sounds exhausting. Plus, you don’t want to separate from him yet.

“I… would love to stay the night with you, Christoph.”

He smiles and grabs you tighter.