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The thing about suddenly going from paycheck to paycheck, to joining the richest and most powerful family in the world, is that there will always be a part of you stuck in a mode of self-preservation.
Alex tried to spoil you. Even though he was disconnected from his family, he still reaped the benefits of the Le Domas fortune, and he tried so many times to spend it on you. But you knew better than to let a man pay for your bills or buy you nice things, no matter how much you thought you loved him. The most you let him spend was on your wedding dress and well. Yeah that sure worked out.
But with Titus...it’s forever. This isn’t some guy trying to charm you and lovebomb you into staying with him, making you dependent on him. This is the man you were destined for, you tied your blood to, sold your soul for. This is the only man in the world who has truly seen you.
When he tells you to go out and buy something nice for yourself, he doesn’t mean throw $1000 cash on one little black cocktail dress from Dior. He means buy the entire floor display, right down to the shoes they put on the mannequin.
“You don’t like it?” you ask with a frown, looking down at the lacy dress that hugs your curves perfectly. You’d put it on as soon as you got home, when he asked to see your haul.
“Of course I do, Baby,” Titus sighs. “But...that’s it?”
“Well it...” you hesitate upon the sight of frustration and almost...sadness in his eyes. “Titus, this dress was five thousand dollars. That’s more than I’ve ever spent on clothes at one time.”
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” Titus says through gritted teeth. “But you’re a Danforth now. You don’t have to be...frugal about anything.”
“Maybe I didn’t need anything else,” you mumble, twiddling with your fingers.
“Need?” Titus snaps, looking up from his work papers to see you standing there, so pretty and forlorn. “It’s not about need. It’s about what you want. You’re acting like I can’t give you everything you want in the world, how is that supposed to make me feel?”
“Are you seriously mad at me for not going on a million dollar shopping spree?” You ask, scoffing.
“No, Baby I’m not mad,” Titus huffs, sighing out another long breath. He pushes himself up from his desk and makes his way around to you, taking your twitching hands in his, kissing each of your knuckles. “You went to what? Ten stores with Ursula today? You can’t honestly tell me there wasn’t a single other thing in all of those stores that you didn’t want. Hm?”
“Well...” you trail off, lip worried between your top teeth as you look up at him through your lashes. “I mean...I don’t really think Dior is my style past this but...there were some things at Vivienne Westwood I liked...”
“Yeah?” Titus asks, tipping your chin up with his thumb, forcing you to look at him, to see the hint of excitement in his eyes. “Tell me.”
A heat pumps through your heart, like you feel the blush rushing through each of your veins, and you crack a small smile. Oh. You get it. You see it in the excited curiosity in his expression, feel it in the stutter of his breath against your cheek.
“Well...there were a couple necklaces, and a jacket or two...” You say, voice growing light and airy. Your hands go to his chest, flattening against him, fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt.
Titus licks his lips, pressing himself closer to you, eyelids shutting just a little. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you nod. Now you can really feel it, how hard he’s getting at just the thought of you in these expensive pieces. You smirk up at him, rake your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pressing down the lines of his suit. “And this...lighter. It’s shaped like her orb symbol...special limited edition release from some old design...apparently they only made like 100 this time around.”
“Baby...” Titus groans. “Why didn’t you get it? You should have bought all of it. Don’t you have my Black Card?”
You shrug. “Yeah...but I didn’t—” you stop yourself from using the word need again. “I guess I was just overwhelmed. Ursula basically made me try this on when we got to Dior and I couldn’t really say no when everyone was telling me how good I looked in it...”
“You’re so beautiful,” Titus mumbles, voice gravely, as he kisses your cheek.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about that lighter, though,” you continue. “Had this image in my mind of the two of us sitting right over there...” you glance at the chair behind his desk, the ornate wood carvings on the back. It used to be his father’s seat. “Me in your lap, maybe after a long day, you need to relax and all that. You pull out one of your cigars...I use the Vivienne to light it for you...”
Titus’s hand tightens on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him again, expression full of intense desire, hunger. “You should have bought it, Baby. I want you to—"
“You’re really turned on by the thought of me spending all your money?” You giggle, darting your tongue out to lick at his thumb.
“Guess so,” Titus grunts, then suddenly, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you up on the desk, kicking your legs open with his so he can settle between them.
You gasp into the biting kiss he lays on you, laughing into it as he presses his hard body against yours, forcing you on your back. He traps your hands above your head, holding you by your wrists, tight enough to leave bracelets of bruises. You hum against his lips, “Calm down sugar daddy.”
His hips jerk into yours at that comment, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip. “Little Lamb, I’m gonna fuck you right here, keep that pretty new dress on for me. And then I’m taking you back to the stores to buy every single thing you wanted, I’ll make them all stay open until midnight if you want.”
A flush of excitement ignites in your belly. How could you say no to such a delicious offer? “Gonna give me a budget?”
“Budget?” Titus scoffs, disgust furrowing in his brow. “No budget. No limit. How about a minimum amount? You have to spend at least... Five hundred thousand dollars by midnight.”
“Or what?” You tease, heart racing.
Titus smirks. “What? You need me to threaten you to spend my money?” He laughs when you shrug under him. “Alright. Spend half a million by midnight, or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week, Baby. Sound good?”
And you’re about to say something about how that doesn’t sound much like a punishment at all, pussy clenching at the very thought of his thick hands leaving angry red marks on your ass. But who are you to argue with such an offer?
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That night, you ended up spending just over seven hundred thousand on dresses, jewels, bags, and a few pairs of shoes. Titus ended up sending it over a full million with a Tiffany pearl and diamond necklace.
Then he made you put all the jewels on and fucked you in the middle of your bed, coming on your belly then your flushed face. He commemorated the moment with several polaroids of every inch of your body.
It keeps going like this.
Titus gives you his cards, opens a few in your name, and makes sure you always get everything your heart desires, no matter what.
Any time you show the slightest hint of apprehension, he always tells you, “What’s the point of being the most powerful family in the world if you can’t take every single thing you want?”
Even Ursula enables this behavior, which sort of surprises you since she always comes off as the more reasonable twin. But when she showed you the warehouse of vintage shoes and bags she’s been collecting since she was a teenager, you realized this truly is the life expected of you.
Titus loves it.
Any time you come home with piles of shopping bags, he’s on you. Begging to see what you bought, dick tenting his pants before you can even get through the first bag.
It’s not just clothes, either. It’s everything.
One time when the two of you were at brunch, you expressed your interest in a new car, since you’ve been driving the ones from the family’s private collection, you want one just for you.
“Baby, if you came home with ten new hundred-thousand-dollar cars and the deed to a vacation home in seven countries, I wouldn’t even blink,” Titus says to you, face cracking into a bright smile as he sips his coffee.
So a week later you came home with a custom rose gold Astin Martin DB9 convertible, with pink leather interior, and a custom plate that reads: LTTL LMB.
Titus lays you out on the hood and eats you out right there in the driveway.
He also loves it when you buy things for him. Whether it’s new hunting clothes or suits or watches, each time you toss a new box or bag and tell him to get dressed, it thrills him to no end.
Sure, it’s his family’s money, but the fact that you’re the one picking things, the one dressing him up like your own personal Ken doll, that’s what makes him happy. He always liked to be spoiled, that’s not exactly a secret about the son of Chester Danforth.
Little by little you warm to the idea that spending his money is not something to ever feel guilty about. You eventually stop all hesitation, and it’s not that you just buy every expensive thing, but that you don’t stop yourself from anything that you truly want. Sometimes, you scroll through GoFundMe and just finish out donations that people need, simply because you can. Because underneath all the glitz and glamour, you’ll always be that orphan girl who had nothing.
Your metamorphosis into a true Blue Blooded Danforth, is solidfied in Titus’s mind the day you tell him that Penelope and Ursula convinced you to buy a new vacation home in Granada.
Sitting in bed, Titus in his reading glasses that you find to be ridiculously sexy, scrolling through his phone, while you lay next to him, tapping your fingers in a light trail up and down his bicep.
“Penelope and Elton have this adorable cottage, she was showing me pictures, but then Ursula mentioned that this big mansion just up the hill from them was going on sale...anyway we were looking at it online, and maybe I should have asked you to take a quick trip to see it in person first but...well Urse liked it too so I figured I’d just call the realtor up, put in an offer—”
Titus cuts you off with a kiss, tossing his phone to the side carelessly, as he climbs over your body. You let out a delighted squeal at his touch, and he moans into your mouth, “Fuck, that’s my girl, you finally got it.”
“You don’t think we should have looked at it first?” You ask playfully, running your fingers through his soft, silver hair.
“Fuck that,” he grunts, grinding his already stiffening cock against you, breathing hitching at the feeling of your satin panties on him. He pulls them to the side, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your soaking cunt. “Now the first time we step foot inside,” he groans out the last word as he slides his cock into you, agonizingly slow, swallowing your whimper with a kiss, licking his tongue into your mouth. “It’ll be all fresh and new, we can explore it together, I’ll fuck you on every surface...”
You lick your lips, whining when Titus pushes all the way inside, filling you up in that way that drives you crazy, makes you feel so deeply connected to him. He keeps mumbling in your ear as he fucks you, things about how proud he is of you, how much he loves you, how he loves taking care of you. You smile and take it, take his cock, accept his words, let him fill you, let him take care of you.
It makes sense now, Titus’s obsession with you showing your wealth, his wealth. It’s not just some frivolous thing, it’s another way to show your status over the world, even if most people will never know how you got it. It’s another way for Titus to show everyone in their circle that you are his.
FIN.