Golden Passion (Jasper Jordan X Reader 1920s AU)

Chapter 4

     Fall came surprisingly fast. The days flew by with the cool wind that surrounded your home. The time came for big fur coats and warm fireplaces. The new season called for a new wardrobe, and sense of fashion according to the girls. Your peers who taught you the in and outs of being a rich man's wife. In a short period of time, you had become quite the little charm.

     Somehow, you managed to become the most convincing wife to your Mr, who adored you. He'd give you anything you asked for, and in return, you'd bless him with a peck on the cheek or lips. Rarely, did he ask for more. And the most he did ask for, was for you to sit in his lap while he read the newspaper to you and smoked his cigars. All the while, you kept your dirty little secret hidden away.

     You continued with Jasper. Sharing intense moments of passion and lust often. It occurred several times a day preferably. While your husband was at work by the time you woke, Jasper would enter to bring your morning coffee. Setting the tray to the side, before quickly removing what he could of his uniform and hopping into bed with you. You loved leaving hickeys and marks on his body that only you would ever know about. He was always such a tender and sweet lover until you encouraged otherwise.

     Moments, like when you were left alone in your office. Where he bent you over your desk and held your hips tightly as he thrusted you into the rich mahogany furniture. Any amount of time the two of you spent alone, no matter how small, was never wasted. Even if it was just a passionate kiss, you felt so desperate for him. One afternoon you sat with the girls as the sunset.

     "So Y/N, that butler of yours..." Clarke inquired, picking up her drink from the end table. Your eyes flickered over to Jasper, who stood at attention. His eyes flickered brightly as he paid close attention to you, as he always did. "Is he, still employed by you." She hinted closely. Meaning, were you and him still continuing with your affair. You couldn't help but smile while your cheeks burned a light pink.

     "He is."

     "And how are his services?" She winked as the other girls giggled curiously. Awaiting an answer. You hadn't gone into detail. All they knew was that it was happening. Your smile widened and you looked down, a little shy about the fact. After all, your lover stood across the room as you spoke.

     "Beyond Satisfactory." The room irrupted in laughter and girlish excitement. You noticed Jasper smile to himself before winking at you. There was something there, more than lust.

     "Just be careful my dear," Oleta warned. "Your Mr. isn't exactly the forgiving type."

     "Oleta." Clarke tried to hush her.

     "What do you mean?" You asked, observing your friend's behavior. Alice and Dea stayed quite as they leaned against the wall of your parlor room. Oleta gazed at you intently, ignoring Clarke.

     "The woman before wasn't so lucky my dear. I'll say that much." She took another drink, clearly, a little tipsy already.

     "Oleta, please. Don't scare the poor girl. You're already intimidating as it is-"

     "Vivian's death was no coincidence. Women just don't drop dead like that!" She insisted, turning her argumentative gaze from Clarke, to Alice and Dia, and then you. "You may have married a rich man. But you married a reckless beast. Tred lightly my dear." And with that, she took another drink and plopped herself down on the couch. You took in deep breathes. This was, upsetting, to say the least. After all, Monty had warned you. But, that was for Jasper's safety. For fear of him losing his job. Oleta was just a drunk. An angry, old drunk, who slept with her step-son. At least you weren't so cruel.

     Soon Halloween was upon you, and you had thrown an extravagant costume ball in celebration of the holiday. Even your faculty was required to wear a special uniform for the occasion, which disguised them. The large party, full of drinking and music went well into the night. You, tipsy, felt needier than ever before. The crowd was loud and busy. You had lost your Howard in the house somewhere and started looking for Jaspr. He somehow was easier to find. You stepped into the kitchen where you find him, about to bring out another tray of food. But you crashed your lips into his. Completely unaware that Raven stood not even a foot away from the two of you.

     Jasper leaned back in a small act of defiance since she was there. He pulled you pack, his hands on your shoulders. Raven only laughed at the two of you.

     "Your secret is safe with me." She winked, before stepping out of the kitchen with a finger over her lips. Jasper gave a soft moan and took a deep breath of relaxation as you gently bit his earlobe.

     "Y/N...please. It's so dangerous."

     "I don't care. I want you my darling." You whispered in his ear as your hands made an effort to embrace him. He finally let up and pulled you into a separate section of the house. From the kitchen, there was a separate set of stairs that was hidden behind a door. Used for servants like himself to travel through the house without being seen. But with this party, no one was using it at that time. He started kissing you passionately, as he opened the door and layed you down on a few steps. He closed the door behind the two of you. The small space dimly lit by a few lights decorating the wall.

     "Ohhh Y/N." Jasper cooed as he pulled up the skirt of your dress, and quickly pulling off your underwear. He wasted no time, as usual. Before you knew it, you were panting as his hard cock slid deep inside of you. You couldn't get enough of that feeling. Of him being so close. He burried his face in your neck as he fucked you. His thrusts were passionate and determined. Perhaps it was your tipsy state of mind, but you came easily within a matter of minutes. He followed a few after and shook himself from the afterglow. He fixed himself before he looked down at you. You smiled up at him, your cheeks red with alchohol, and your body weak with pleasure. He was hovering over you still when there was a loud sound behind you, and a bright light illuminated the room behind Jasper's figure. Your heart skipped a beat. You were screwed for sure.

     "Oh Jesus!" A familiar voice cursed. Monty covered his eyes before Jasper went to make an excuse. Monty didn't listen, and the two bickered while you quickly pulled up your panties and made yourself proper. "Jasper! How many times have I told you to stay away from her!" He scolded.

     "Oh come on Monty-"

     "Don't you try to get out of this! And you!" He pointed at you, as you closed the door behind you and watched him. Suddenly, you were very sober and very insulted. You glared at Monty as he looked at you.

    "Careful what you say to me, Butler. I am the wife of your employer. And I am more likely to have the butler that displeases me fired than I am to have Jasper." You spoke matter of factly, leaving Monty speechless before you kissed Jasper on the cheek. You walked out and joined the party again. Confident. All seemed fine and marry. You continued your routine with Jasper, as your husband became more and more absent. That was until your Mr. hired a new maid. A little country girl by the name of, Maya.