Been thinking a lot about Titus forcing reader to perform for his high status friends, he has you up on a stage and has his friends bid money on what the depraved things they want to see you do, of course he’s the only one who can touch but he’s more then happy to show them all what they’re missing. -🩰
titus danforth x female reader, cw: fauxcest, cw: noncon
the first time titus puts you on display, you shake uncontrollably. he had told you earlier that morning, “i wanna show off my girl at the poker game tonight.” that alone had scared you, as it should have. titus hosts a poker game once a month, in the danforth resort’s casino. he has been ever since you could remember. normally, you weren’t allowed in the room. he kissed you tenderly while dressing you in a soft blue babydoll, thin and nearly transparent. “daddy’ll be there the whole time. you’ll do great.”
this is how you find yourself on the stage. the stage is normally meant for live music, lulling gamblers into a false sense of safety. now, armed guards are positioned at each door, and the room only holds seven men, one being titus.
he comes behind you, cashmere sweater pressing against you. you lean in instinctively, cold from the material of your barely there dress. his lips curl as he glances at the men watching you. “gentlemen, this is my beautiful girl. say hello.” the men look at you with sharp, assessing gazes. “hello” the chorus rings out.
titus tilts your head up, then turns it so you have to properly see the men. “the rules of the game are simple. you all get to look, you bid on what tricks you want to see her do to me, and you do not, under any circumstances, think this gives you the right to touch.”
the first man raises his paddle. “100k to see her crawl.” titus’s jaw tightens. “you lowballing me right now?” the man’s face pales. “a million?” titus smiles. “well that’s more like it.”
you are gently pushed to the floor. titus stands a few feet away. “crawl to daddy, sweetheart.” you do. your cheeks burn and your knees ache, but you do.
the next man raises his paddle. “five million to see her gag on your cock.” titus tilts his head and looks down at you. “c’mon, baby. you’ve done it before.” you reach out to undo his pants, but he beats you to it. he takes your face between meaty palms, rough, and moves your head so your nose is touching his pelvic bone. you sputter, try to press at his thighs. it is futile. he keeps moving your head, cock sliding down your throat as tears well in your eyes.
another man raises the paddle, just as titus finishes. he doesn’t remove his cock. you know you’re supposed to swallow around him, throat constricting. you do it. “seven million to see you fingerfuck her.”
titus picks you up by the wrist. you shake your head into his chest. “no more… ‘s embarrassing.” titus coos. “oh, baby. there’s nothing to be embarrassed of. dad’s friends are just looking at how pretty you are. nothing bad about that.” he wipes the tears from your face and kisses your hair. “you’re doing so well. daddy’s so proud of you.”
he bends you over the podium. your mouth goes slack as he presses two fingers into you. your head falls forward. “see what i mean? she’s so obedient. she’ll fuss, sure, but she’ll do whatever i ask of her.” the men nod approvingly. he curls his fingers. you screw your eyes shut, close. “trying to fucking milk my fingers. attagirl.”
you cum with a resigned cry. titus immediately pulls you up and gathers you into his arms. “that’s my perfect girl,” he begins to lead you out “you know, i think you’ve earned some pony time. yes you have.” he kisses your forehead. “i think you’re overtired now, yeah?” tears slide down your face, but he is the only comfort you know. you nuzzle his neck. “so tired, daddy.”









