#sub titus danforth

You were fucked. You were so totally fucked.

Not only was your father marrying you off like some cattle to repay a debt, but he was marrying you off to Titus Danforth no less.

Titus Danforth, who around the high council and other members of the cult was known as a notorious psychopath. Okay well everyone in the high council was a psychopath, but there was something else about Titus.

But that night you stood in front of him, in a blood red dress. As red as the blood oath you took tying you to a man twice your age. A man you hardly knew, all so your father didn't explode. Literally.

Now he sits on the bed of his room, you stood almost as far away from him as possible as his eyes watch you. You aren't sure if he's contemplating his next move or watching to make sure you're not going to run.

"You don't have to be scared, you know." He finally speaks. You don't respond, only scoff at his statement.

"You don't." He reaffirms.

At that you turn, finally looking at him. His hands are sitting in his lap, turning into each other as if he was anxious. Your eyebrows furrow at his movements, but he doesn't notice, or at least he doesn't react.

"We both grew up with all of this, Titus, you know that isn't true. Safety is a falsehood."

"It isn't a falsehood, I can keep you safe." Another scoff.

"You can't even keep yourself safe, not really." He wants to fight your words, but he knows you are right.

He stands, moving slowly towards you. As if you would cower from him if he moved any faster.

"We don't have to do this, though." You shock him by speaking, motioning between the two of you as you do.

"Do what? Talk?"

"No, we don't have to create all this tension between us. I know that both of us didn't want this union but-"

Titus cuts you off, "I wanted this union."

Your jaw almost drops open. "What?"

"I wanted this." His voice is so monotone, almost clinical. Almost scary. "I asked for this."

"You what?"

"I suggested we wed. Your father owed us some debts and I wanted you."

You don't answer, you don't know how. So you just blink at him.

He steps closer.

"And now that I have you, we will come to an understanding."

"What understanding?" You look up at him, trying to analyze what he is thinking.

He licks his lips before speaking again, "I do not wish to force you to do anything or be something you are not. But I do have a few expectations, if not now then when you are comfortable."

"Expectations?"

"Maybe expectations is a poor choice of words. Let's say requests."

You hold back the sigh bubbling in your throat, "Okay, what are your requests?"

"I will share them all with you in time but for tonight I only have one. If you are willing." Your eyebrows raise at his words.

Titus does not let you respond, "I wish for us to have sex, I would like to know if I enjoy it."

If he would enjoy it? His choice of words is strange. It almost makes it sound as though he has never had sex before. Then you think back to the kiss at the wedding, how rough he was. How aggressive and long the whole display was. You thought it was some feral claiming thing, but now as Titus stands in front of you in the dim light of his ornate room you know the true intensity behind it. Titus Danforth is a virgin.

You do not laugh, you would never not with the reputation Titus has. Instead you form your words carefully, "You have never done it before?"

"No." That's it, just a flat out simple no.

A darkness sparks behind your eyes at his response. It is not like you wish to take Titus Danforth's virginity, but this? This is something to hold over his head.

"Alright." This quickness of your submission has Titus tilting his head at you. He knows it would never be that simple.

"But I have some requests as well then." There it is.

Titus's eyes darken as well, "Yes, Mrs. Danforth." He stands completely over you now, towering. His large body shields you from the light, encapsulating you in his darkness.

"I'm in charge tonight."

"I cannot promise that I will obey."

"I do not care. You will." Titus's Adams apple bobs. He does not speak again, only drops his head down to your level and takes your lips with his. This time the kiss is nothing like the one on the alter. It's slower, as if he is really tasting you.

When he pulls away he tries to read your face, searching for approval.

You do not give it, "Unzip my dress."

Titus listens instantly and unzips the back almost too flawlessly. He starts to push the fabric down your shoulders but you grab his hand, tutting warningly.

"I only said unzip it. Get on the bed."

He does. You saunter towards him slowly. Swaying your hips a bit more than usual, teasing him with every movement. Stopping at the edge of the bed you cock your head at him, the noticeable bulge in his pants finally catching your attention.

"Titus, honey I've barely even touched you." You talk to him as if he is a child and yet it doesn't make him angry, just want you more. What are you doing to the almighty Titus Danforth? And so easily too.

"Do you wish for me to?"

"Yes." He breathes out.

"Prove it. Touch yourself in front of me."

Again, he follows your orders all too easily. Unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his legs eagerly along with his underwear. His member springs to life, bouncing against his stomach.

"What a shame, you have all this and never shared it with anyone." You tut at him again, running one nail down the underside of his hard cock. Titus shivers at the feeling, he swears he could finish right then and there.

"Go on." You nod your head at him. Slowly, almost tentatively, he wraps his fingers around his dick. Gripping it completely he starts to move his hand up and down his shaft. His eyes never leave yours as he continues his motions.

He swallows, hard, sucking in a breath. You are not watching him, not like that, you are watching his face as it twists slightly in pleasure. Then you reach down under your skirts and pull your panties down your thighs. The teeny tiny black lacey piece of barely there fabric that your mom insisted you wear that morning.

They dangle from your index finger as if taunting Titus. He licks his lips at the sight, but never stops working his hand on his member. You toss them at him and they land perfectly onto his chest. He grabs them and lifts them to his nose and inhales deeply. He groans.

You bite your lip, your dominant demeanor almost dropping as you watch him slip into the intoxication of your scent.

"That's enough." You stop him. Hand stops moving instantly, he's a deer in the headlights as you slap his hand away from his dick. You lift your dress up your hips and straddle him. "My turn."

He nods quickly, desperately. His hands reach out to grab your hips to help you settle on top of him. Reaching in between the two of you, you grab his cock. You run the tip across your wet core, teasing the both of you.

Then without warning you sink onto his rock hard member and he whimpers, actually whimpers at the feeling. It just urges you forward, slowly grind your hips into his.

"Do you want to see all of me?" You ask, you were still in your stuffy dress and if you were honest you would love to feel him fully in this moment.

He nods and grabs the tulle, all but ripping it from your body. Now you are left with nothing but his shirt between the two of you. His eyes lock onto your boobs. Titus reaches forward and grabs one of them carefully, kneading it.

"You can manhandle me, you know?" You say.

"I thought you were in charge?" He asks.

"I am and I want you to use me." His eyes turn black at the permission and he sits up, teeth locking onto your neck. He bites hard, you know what he wants, to mark you.

"You're that possessive?" You want to giggle, but you bite it back.

"You have no idea." He bites again in another spot, then again. This time you gasp and look down at him. And as he looks back up at you, a drop of blood falls down his lips. He smiles at you and licks his lips clean, he moans.

"I want to fuck you." He says, no he whines.

"I already gave you permission."

So he does, he fucks up into you roughly. The thrusts continue as his face stays in your neck. He groans as he enters you particularly deeply.

Titus knows he's not going to last long, but at least he wants to make you feel good before he finishes. It's as if you can sense it as well because you grab his shoulder and push him back down onto the bed. You hover your body over his, kissing him deeply while grinding your hips into his.

Your clit grinds into his pelvis adding to your pleasure, as you use your husband below you. A hand stays on his chest to hold him down. You may have given the minute to be in charge, but there was no way that was ever going to last that long.

"You gonna cum for me Titus? Huh, wanna fill me up nice?" He gulps again and moans at your words.

"Tell me how much you wanna fill me up."

"I want to fill you up with my seed. I want to cum so that you-" And he stutters on his words, hips stuttering at the same time as his orgasm overcomes him.

He fills you with rope after rope of his cum. You would've thought he had never came before in his life. It doesn't send you over your edge, but the warmth that spreads across your body as he looses himself under you is worth it. Besides you have all night right?

Finally Titus starts to come down from his high, but you are unrelenting as you continue to work his softening dick inside of you. His fingers grip your hips tightly, leaving bruises in their wake. He whines at the feeling as a tear falls down his cheek at the pleasure.

You finally slow down your movements, but do not remove him from inside of you. Instead you lean down, face to face. You grab his chin and turn his head to the side. You run your tongue up his cheek taking the salty tear with you, blinking down at him below you. All he can do is stare back at you.

Titus Danforth was so fucked.

See he had braced himself for the beginning of their relationship- that angry, spitting, growling puppy who wanted nothing to do with him. Who Titus had to drag back inside for meals kicking and screaming. Who curled up on his side in their king sized bed at the furthest corner he could. Who spent all his time either outside in the dog kennel or inside hiding in the massive library reading medical textbooks. 

He was prepared for them to settle into that reluctant closeness his parents had, that despite it all they knew too much about each other to leave without mutually assured destruction. 

He doesn’t know what thawed Dennis towards him, but the first time he went downstairs for lunch and saw Dennis patiently waiting at the table made him stop and stare for a second. He was… pleasant. Asking him about what he was doing in his study. Asking him if the grounds were somewhere he liked to walk around. 

Titus waited for the other shoe to drop. Did he want a new car? Some privilege Titus had already forbidden? A blank check?

The first time Dennis laid close enough for Titus to feel his warmth, he couldn’t help but fixate on it. Dennis’s even breath and soft snuffles in his sleep. The way his curls splayed out on the dark silk pillows. (He looked like an angel in his bed.)

He caught himself lingering; in the library he’d bring Dennis a plate of snacks and water when he asked one of the maids to bring him something. He trailed after Dennis as he walked with the dogs through the same woods he had chased him down in. (At his heel, at his side, same as the hounds with how he trotted close.) 

He wanted to figure out this enigma. This person who grew up in humble midwestern hospitality. Who smiled at him and asked him how his day was without using it as a Segway into more “important” talk. 

“Can I come closer?” He’d whispered one night to Titus, who’d stiffened and replied with a curt “I suppose.” The line of his body next to his own was scalding. He took the answer as the awkward surprise Titus tried to stifle. 

He’d woken up intertwined with him, his face buried in Dennis’s chest, the rake of nails on his scalp making him rumble out a soft, sleepy noise. He couldn’t help but press his face into Dennis’s throat to feel his pulse on his cheek. How long had it been since someone touched him this gently without having been paid?

He realized dimly this might be a trap. He was letting his guard down. But as the hand swept over the broad plain of his muscular back he figured it wouldn’t be so bad to die by such gentle hands. 

Titus sighed, watching Dennis’s skin ripple with goosebumps. 

“Oh, big sigh.” Dennis murmured, voice still raspy with sleep.