#titus danforth thought

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ORAL FIXATION W/ T. DANFORTH

Titus Danforth notices everything, even if no one realises it. He takes it all in, knowing just when to use certain knowledge to move things his way. Ursula thinks him stupid, but really? He’s been moving her like a pawn for years. And well, his discovery of your oral fixation is just another wonderful pawn to use you.

Titus Danforth who notices how his little assistant often has a pen or sucker in your mouth. More than once having to harshly rub away ink at the corner of your lip. Yet, the more he noticed it, noticed the little string of drool as you dragged the pen out, the more he realised. You loved to have something in that mouth of yours, shutting you up.

Titus Danforth who knows he’s fucked up, knows he moved the wrong pawn too early. You’re lecturing him in the privacy of his office, sat in the chair across from him, sighing as you write notes. Commenting on how he had ruined the plans. You’d gotten too comfortable around him, your tongue looser. So he beckons you over with one finger. Commanding you to open. And well, as loose as your tongue may be, you still listen. About to question him when he shoves two of his digits into your hot mouth. “Suck,” he commands, leaning back into his chair as he sighs, enjoying the silence shutting you up brings him.

Titus Danforth who has started to enjoy your little oral fixation. When he’s stressed, which was often. He’d just beckon you over on your knees and finger fuck your throat. There’s many different forms of therapy, this just happened to be his. Having his little assistant drooling around his fingers, gagging, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure as he pumped them in and out.

Titus Danforth who laces those damn suckers with just a hint of some rare aphrodisiac. Enough to make you beg him to take you. Of course, he doesn’t. No, he just offers you his fingers and a promise - that one day he’ll ruin you.

Titus Danforth who’s started to get a little more creative. Preparing for stressful meetings by having you sat between his knees, slobbering on his cock before anyone’s even sat down. One hand in your hair, tugging if you ever got too loud. He wouldn’t be embarrassed, no, were you caught he’s revel in the power. Rather, he did it for you. For the silly idea that you had. That one day maybe you’d leave here, get a new job. Even if thy never would happen. Titus had you now.

Titus Danforth who enjoys spending his evenings with you between his legs. The desk long gone. His eyes roaming your body, massaging your shoulders. You were stupid enough to think maybe he cares. As he shoves you down further onto his aching cock. You’re speechless, reaching a sub-space like no other. You shouldn’t feel safe around, but you do. In some twisted way. Eyes going glossy as all you manage to do is swallow the salty cum that he loads into your mouth again and again.

Titus Danforth who’s watching his cock’s outline in your pretty throat. How you try to take him all just to fail and gag. Whining each time. There’s salvia running down your chin, your knees red from kneeling for so long. Coming off to a small breath, Titus hands you a piece of paper. Commending you to sign it. Which, still stuck in that beautiful sub-space, you did so obediently. Before returning to his cock, loving it like no other. Oblivious to the wedding documents you had just signed.

[iwasalamb]

Titus Danforth is a man deeply obsessed with one person, you.

Titus has power. Goddammit his family rule the globe. He can have anything. Take anything. The one thing he wants? The maid who looks as if the world has hope. You’re below him, in power and status. But he wants you below him. On your knees. Seeing that the only hope you need is him.

Titus Danforth shouldn’t be having wet dreams at his age. But the thought of bending you over, anywhere in this goddamn mansion, and fucking you from behind? That’s his damned heaven. Or perhaps, in his case, Hell. You’d take him so nicely. Like you’re made for him. Begging for more. Then he’s awake. Sat up. Mind still on you.

Titus Danforth grabs your chin, makes you look at him. Grip tight enough to leave a mark. His eyes should be cold. That’s what you’ve been warned about. But they’re not. Pupils blown with greed. Leaning down to take your lips between his, kissing you with such harshness that when he pulls away your blood trails down his chin. Mixing with his salvia.

Titus Danforth will marry you. He’s certain of it. No one can stop him. His father’s dead. Ursula knows not to cross him. Not when he wears the ring. So he will marry you. You just have to understand and see how deeply he loves you. This is love, after all.

Titus Danforth kills for you. A man looks at you? Dares to open his mouth to speak to you? Titus is already there, hands around his neck. Eyes on you as he squeezes. But you’re not scared. And that does something even more to him.

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SICK AND TWISTED. T. DENFORD

There’s something sick and twisted in his love for you. You’re his prey, the very thing he should kill. That he can kill. Yet watching those pretty thick tears run down your cheeks is a far better experience.

Titus knew that without your death, the world could fall into despair. His family would loose their seat, the very thing that kept them strong. They couldn’t let that happen. Thus, you had to die. But from the moment he had seen you, a darker thought had clouded his mind. His desire for you. To ruin you.

So when he had learned of that loophole. That gloriously delicious loophole, he had grinned like a wolf before devouring his prey. The wedding was prepared quick. Out of necessity but also his need to ruin you as his wife. Titus had to hold back fucking you after killing his sister. He wanted you to be his wife first. To wear the ring that wouldn’t protect them. Then he’d show you just how perfect you two would be together.

The wedding was a blur. Titus didn’t care, he just wanted you. His wife. The only moment he could recall was the kiss, lips fighting for power. His teeth biting down onto your bottom lip. Your blood mixing with his salvia as he pulled away.

If you’d later complain that he should remember such a monumental moment, he’d marry you again. And again. And again. Anything for his wife.

After the event had calmed down, his hand had found yous and was dragging you away from this mess. Fast, hurried footsteps. Fuck he could take you here. In this corridor. But no you were his wife now. And his wife would be treated like the queen she was.

He shoved you onto the bed. Quick. Harsh. Smirking as he looked at your wide eyed expression. “Wife,” he growled, before lifting your skirts and finding your cunt with his tongue. Titus had to show his wife he was worthy of fucking an heir into her. And what better way to show that then through her own pleasure at his tongue?

Heavy organ darting in and out of your folds. Lips sucking around your clit. It was as if he were possessed by Satan himself. You should be scared. But there was no room for such emotion when you were screaming his name and his plunged his tongue in deeper.

Titus wished he had seen your face as you came around his tongue. But seeing you breathy, chest rising and falling at an elevated speed was like watching artwork come to life.

He leaned up to kiss you, the taste of you still remaining on his tongue. “Wife, let me show you - why this was worth it.”

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TOXIC FUMES T. DANFORTH

As a man of high status, Titus was known to enjoy a cigar or two from time to time. He had the means to the best healthcare, were anything tragic to occur. But he couldn’t simply put out such cigars on plain things. No. Good thing you were no plain thing.

Sat on his thigh, grinding down for any semblance of pleasure. You’d disobeyed him, running into the games. He had been fine. Just a droplet of blood. But there you’d been. Fucking up everything. Luckily, for you, it had still gone to plan. The girls killed. The Danforths still the strongest and most elite family on the globe.

But that didn’t mean you could escape punishment.

He had grabbed you, the moment the sun had risen. Dragging you to his chambers, making you kiss his ring over and over again. Begging for forgiveness. Titus had given you forgiveness, in the form of this.

“You cannot cum,” he warned, leaning back in his chair, legs spreading as he beckoned you over. The ring glinting like fire on his finger. You whined, begged for anything else, but he shook his head. You were already walking over, as if there was a string tied between the two of you.

So now you had to be punished. Grinding down on his thigh, slick staining his dark trousers. The softest mewls and moans leaving your lips as you kept going. Titus smirking as he lit a cigar, this was a celebration after all.

Puffs of smoke invaded your space, making you cry as you felt your clit catch on the seam of his pants. Burrowing your head in the crook of his neck, sleeve falling down your shoulder, exposing your lovely, bare, skin. Unmarked.

Titus bit down. Hard. Leaving more than a bruise. Drawing blood to the surface. He enjoyed marking you, biting you. Seeing your blood, reminding him of how simple this all was. One wrong move and he could kill you.

Watching you cry out, quickening your pace, Titus licked the wound. Savouring the taste of your purest form. Before placing his cigar between his lips once more and tapping your chin with his spare hand.

Obediently, you opened.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he blew the smoke into your own mouth. Filthy, disgusting, and all his.

You couldn’t focus, the bliss of light over taking you as finally, finally, you came. Closing your eyes as your body shuddered.

But you couldn’t enjoy such euphoria, as a sense of dread washed over you. You’d broken your punishment. You knew what was coming.

Titus gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him with those guilty eyes of yours. A growl, animalistic. Before he forced his lips on yours, all teeth. All pain. Your mind hazy, still dazed from just coming when you let out a scream.

His cigar end pressed into your shoulder. Just where he had bitten you.

Body shaking, you couldn’t escape. His lips still on yours. You bit down on his lips. Your bloods mixing together. You should feel pain, distress, anything. But he was your saviour.

So, as Titus drew away, lips connected by bloodied salvia, you only had two words for him.

“Thank you.”

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[iwasalamb]

titus danforth kissing you to draw blood. that’s it. that’s the post.