Mrs. March (American Horror Story)

F I V E - F O R T U N E

Mrs. March

Warning: Sexual behaviors, Descriptions of sexual acts.

Chapter 5

Fortune

~Third Person's POV

"It just doesn't scream old to me" Will complained about Jasmine's outfit again making her roll her eyes.

I bought this in the twenties for christs sake, Jasmine thought.

"In my opinion she looks like a queen" Jasmine heard the familiar voice of her late husband.

"Who are you? You weren't on the guest list" Will automatically turned into business mode.

"Security-" Jasmine cut him off.

"I invited him"

"Next time at least tell me who you're inviting" WIll walked away.

"Go away James" Jasmine whispered as she walked over to the bar.

"If you wanted me gone then you would of let Mr. Drake call security" James smirked, following her to the bar.

Jasmine ignored him and ordered a drink.

" A whiskey on the rocks? Were you the one stealing from my personal stash" James joked and Jasmine cracked a smile.

"Maybe I was" Jasmine shook her head.

"Naughty girl" James said making Jasmine shiver.

Oh how she craved to be under James body. Feeling him in all the ways she used to feel every night, but she craved to be dominated. To get fucked. No more vanilla sessions. She wanted to make James happy again, though she wouldn't admit that to herself.

"I can feel you stiffen" James whispered in her ear.

"Did you just say I was a man?" Jasmine joked trying to evade the situation she was in.

James bit her ear lightly making Jasmine angry.

Bite me harder, Jasmine's thoughts whined.

"You may joke but I know what you want. I know all of your ticks. I know what you think of before you go to sleep at night. I know what you think when you let another man, or woman touch you. You wish it was me. You crave it. You need me to make you moan and scream my name. You want me" James hissed into her ear making Jasmine gulp.

She couldn't form a clear sentence but she managed to get out a few words.

"You are wrong Mr. March. Your wife liked the way you touched her. You knew what your wife wanted. What your wives ticks were. But Mr. March. I am not your wife. I may look like your wife, sound like your wife and think like your wife. But I am not and never will be your wife" Jasmine spit out the words venomously.

James stood frozen. His grip on her arms still there.

"How wrong are you" James bit harshly down on her neck. "You may want it different ways. You may have changed your last name. You may have changed in a million ways. But you will always be mine" 

Jasmine stood still with fear and excitement. She was scared that James would of mistake her anger for hatred. She was afraid he would kill her again or worse leave her broken. 

James spun her around to face him. Usually he would of been looking down at her but since she wore 7 inch heels he stared right into her piercing blue eyes.

"You love me. You will always love me. I can see it in your eyes. Behind the anger, fear and doubt. You want to be with me. Not only sexually but spiritually. You wish that Elizabeth let you die here. You know that you would of happily stayed and been with me. You love me Jasmine March" James whispered angrily.