Harmonizing Hearts (Darkest Symphony #1)

9. Chapter 9 Jax

A s I slip on my crisp black tuxedo, jealousy continues to gnaw at me from within. Every button I fasten feels like a reminder of the memories that haunt me. The recollection of that celebration party from last month, where Emma and Trey fucking Renolds left together, still lingers in my mind like a stubborn stain. He’s a new member and I was so close to kicking his ass out of my Club because he had the nerves to touch what’s mine. I can’t help but question if she spent the night with him. Was it just a flirty way to piss me off, or something more? The uncertainty claws at my chest, and I find it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand.

As I adjust my tie, the image of Emma’s radiant smile flashes before me, and I can’t deny the way it made my heart skip a beat, but my possessive nature takes hold, fueling the fire of jealousy that consumes me. I comb my fingers through my dark, tousled hair, trying to shake off these thoughts. I know it’s irrational to let jealousy consume me like this, especially when I haven’t even discussed it with her. But the image of them together, their laughter and his hands over her hips while dancing, triggers a whirlwind of emotions that I can’t simply brush aside.

As I lace up my polished dress shoes, I take a deep breath, attempting to regain control over my racing thoughts. Emma deserves my trust, and I shouldn’t let baseless doubt taint what we now have. I can’t let the shadows of past uncertainties undermine our connection, not now that we finally seem to be on the same page.

Tonight, I’ll put on a brave face, knowing Emma will be by my side. I’ll push aside these feelings of jealousy and focus on finally enjoying something I haven’t in a long time. With a final glance in the mirror, I resolve to let go of the jealousy that has consumed me for far too long and head toward the door.

Knocking on Emma’s door, my heart pounds with a mix of anticipation and unease. Emma opens a few seconds later, her eyes twinkling with mischief, blissfully unaware of the storm raging within me.

“Hey handsome,” she greets, moving away from the doorway, letting me come in.

I bend down and kiss her before making my way inside. “Hi, baby.” I force a smile.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes more or less.” She giggles, “Angel had the brilliant idea to discuss the gala next month.”

I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to confront my fears head-on. “Em,” I begin, my voice betraying a trace of vulnerability, “can we talk for a moment?”

She turns to me, her gaze full of warmth. “Of course.”

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry as I pat on the couch. “That night at the club, after the celebration party last month… I saw you leave with that guy. Did anything happen between you two?”

“Jax…” she sighs.

I rack my hand through my hair, “I need to know.”

“Why?” she asks with a cock of a brow.

“Because I’m fucking jealous of anyone who’s near what’s mine.” I grunt my eyes glued to her, “Did he?”

Emma’s face softens, and she places a comforting hand on my arm. “No, we took separate paths right outside the club. There was nothing between us, I just wanted to make you jealous.”

Relief washes over me, as I make her sit on my lap. “You little brat,” I kiss her on her lips, “do you realize how much I’m into you? How much you mean for me?”

“Communication is the key,” she whispers on my lips.

“It is, little one.” I rest my forehead on her, “Go get ready. You have five minutes.”

Her eyes widened. “What if I’m not ready?” she teases with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“I’ll come to pick you up no matter what you wear and go to Royals.” I smirk at the idea of taking her on a tour on the exclusive part of my club.

“You wouldn’t do that.” She smiles, leaning on me. My cock gets at attention as she grinds over me.

“Try me, baby girl.” I grab her ass and pull her closer, “Time is ticking.”

Em gets up before stealing another kiss. I adjust myself while staring at her bedroom door. I get up and lean my back against her door. The black dress hanging on her wardrobe door looks great. Emma walks out the bathroom in her fine lacy coordinate piece. “Mmm, I can’t wait to take it off,” I murmur as forbidden feelings wash over me.

Emma looks over her shoulder, a smile plays on her red lips, “At the club?”

“Is that what you want?” I cautiously ask.

She stops by my side and places a kiss on my cheek. “You’ll be scared of what I want right now, Daddy.”

Fuck me, I’d take her right away, but I may have an even better idea. “Be patient, baby girl, and Daddy will give you the world.” And even more if you’d let me, Em.

As we drive toward the club, the tension slowly dissipates, replaced by excitement and a newfound confidence that she’s mine. However, as we enter the lobby, my eyes scan the room, and there, at the bar, is the guy from that night. A smirk plays on my lips as I pull Emma closer.

Passing by him, I meet his gaze, a silent challenge exchanged between us while Emma circles my middle.

“It’s pretty crowded tonight,” she states, looking at the bar, busy while preparing drinks.

“The restaurant is booked and we have a special night in the Royal part,” I reply as I wave my hand to Dex.

“The menu is over the top, I’m used to celebrating my birthday there,” she whispers as we approach Dex and a blonde girl next to him.

“I know.” I wink while making her sit at Dex’s table. I haven’t missed her surprised look. “Hi Sienna. Dex, how’s it going?”

“Nothing much,” he shrugs, “I just need to relax.”

“You’re in the right place,” I lean my arm on Emma’s backseat and nod at the waiter to bring us our drinks. “The house?”

“The real estate agent fucked up, it’s not what I was looking for.” He heavily sighs.

“I’ll send you mine’s contacts. She’s the best.” I pull out my cell phone and hand it to him.

“She’s the best, huh?” Em, hand squeezes my thigh.

“After you.” I chuckle, “Fancy a tour?”

“I’d love to.” She entwines her fingers with mine. The jolts zap over my skin, sinking in my heart.

After waving goodbye I take her to the casino part, then the restaurant and then the Royal part. As we walk past the bar and behind the red door, the music changes as does the air around us. Emma takes a step behind me and I bring her closer.

“No, baby, your place is next to me.” She says nothing but I haven’t missed her smile. I do have rules but I also like to change them. And she’s not my submissive. She’s part of my life.

After greeting a few customers and some old friends, we move away and I take her upstairs in the master royal room. I close the door behind us, shutting out the noise of the club. The faint sound of music filters through, heightening the anticipation in the air. With Emma standing before me, I brush a strand of her hair behind her ear and meet her eyes, my heart pounding with a newfound intensity.

Emma walks toward the glass wall, “What a view.”

I step behind her, hands in my pocket while controlling the urge to touch her. “This is the best room in here.”

“Why does everyone seem to be looking at us?” She blushes while meeting my eyes.

“This room is my sanctuary, baby girl.” I pause as her pupils widen. I’ll never get tired to see the effect I have on her. “Sometimes I use it for a public scene.”

She swallows, and licks her lips, “Will we?” the words fall from her lips.

"Are you willing to?”

The corners of her mouth go up, and the excitement in her eyes is my green light. “Yes…”

“Yes, what?” I cock a brow at her.

“Yes, please.” She breathes the words out.

I step closer, my chest against her back. “I’m not your Sir, baby girl. Not a full Dom either since I’m still learning the process. I love exploring the dynamics and with you it took it all to another level. But that means we also need a new contract.”

“The one we signed for New Year’s isn’t enough?”

“I need to fully learn your limits, and so much more, for your safety and pleasure.”

“I don’t think something has changed from there.”

“Do you want titles to be used?”

“I love when you call me babygirl.” She looks up with those eyes that make me feel important.

“Me too. ” I can’t help but smile. “Y our safe words will never be ignored. Red to stop and yellow to pause.”

She nods.

“Is there anything at all I should be aware of?”

“I trust you, Daddy.” Her shaky voice sounds sexy and she knows she’s not entitled to call me such but still, like the first time I’ve been called so, it was like switching a button. My heart hummers in my chest , my hands are itching to touch her. She scans the people downstairs. They’re waiting to see what her decision will be. Not everyone is ready to be displayed and they want to keep it private. I get it. It’s normal but still to have a public means adding more excitement too.

“You know what that means, do you?” I move toward the safe and digit the code to open it.

She spins around to watch me, “You’re in charge and I’m here to please you?”

I take out the play collar I made her wear at New Year’s. I never used it on anyone else. “No, that you’re mine, baby girl, inside and outside this room.” I make her face the glass walls, “You sure you want it?”

“I do, Daddy.”

No hesitation.

No flinch.

Just pure confidence.

“Do you want to add more to the rules we’ve discussed the first time?” I ask while positioning her collar around her neck.

Emma pulls her hair up, exposing her inviting neck. “No, Daddy, and I’ll use the safe word if needed.”

The click of the collar makes her shiver as does my kiss behind her ear. I move backward, not missing the whim that escapes her. “We’ll move in the middle,” I announce. This is not a real room. It was built on a platform that can move as a stage. “Last chance to change your mind baby.”

“I’m here to stay, Daddy,” she fires back. The lights soften as we move in position. The couches around the room form a perfect spot to assist the scene. They fill out in no time as many stand up to observe as well. The members of Royals haven’t seen me much in here. I tried to keep it private but tonight I want them to witness my gorgeous baby girl come for me. Marking her as off limits for anyone in here.

“I own all your orgasms. From tonight till forever.” I smirk as I take off the jacket. Emma’s breaths accelerate. “Off with the dress, baby girl, but leave the heels on.”

Her hands reach the zip as she pulls it down. The dress slips off her body revealing her black lacy underwear. I can already smell her arousal, and I haven’t touched her yet.

Opening a showcase, I take out a vibrator, the silk black rope and the lube tube, just in case.

“Sit.” I point to the crimson chase long, while I take the rope.

Emma does as required and extends her arms in front of her, the twinkle in her eyes makes me want to kiss her. After tying her arms, she moves them before relaxing, her eyes chained to mine. I stand in front of her, rolling my sleeves up. She moves to the edge reaching my belt, slowly brushing her hands over my erection. I can read her but at the same time it’s mind blowing how she can do the same with me.

“Can I suck your cock, Daddy?”

I nod, as I open the zip of my trousers, and take my dick out, “Open your mouth, baby.” She lifts her legs on the chase long and finds a comfortable position. She takes it right away, making my dick hit the back of her throat. “Easy,” I instruct.

Her tongue teases my head, sending chills of pleasure down of my body. I rack my hand in her hair and push it forward and back up. “Fuck, little one.” She moans around it while I shove it back in, fucking her face until she gags on it. Moving backward, I leave her gasping for air, while I take the vibrator and sit behind her. The soft sensual music playing in the background is making everything more erotic. I make her sit as I unhook her bra and take it off. Pulling her arms, still tied, up around my neck while her back leans on my chest, I cup her breast and squeeze them. Her skin is covered in goosebumps as her frantic breathing relaxes me. Like two moths to a flame, it seems no one is watching us but I’m fucking sure they have never seen something perfect like Emma.

“Could I have a kiss?” Her voice is a plea. I can hear how much she craves for it.

Even though it makes me even harder to know I own her mouth, I smirk, letting my hand travel down her front. The chaise lounge helps her keep her legs wide open, offering to the audience a splendid view. The lace of her thong is drenched as I firmly slap her pussy, “Could you have a kiss what ?”

“Please.” She moans at the impact.

“Wrong answer.” I slap another time, feeling my hand covered in her wetness while she convulses. “So soaked for me, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy, only for you.” Her gaze locks with mine while arching her back.

Selecting the mid intensity speed of the vibrator, I place it over her clit. Her eyes roll backward as her body tenses. “I want you to come, baby, and count all of them for me.” I demand while increasing the speed. The veil on her eyes is the best thing I can see in them. Desire, crave for something I’m the one who can let her do.

“One,” she screams, convulsing in my arms, while I take away the vibrator. “For Daddy,” Emma adds between heavy breaths.

“Such a good girl,” I praise and kiss the top of her head. Holding the vibrator up, I instruct. “Open your mouth and lubricate it.” She does as asked and sticks the tongue out, licking it.

As I take hold of her mouth, savoring her juices, I move the fabric away from her shin and insert the vibrator inside her panties. Rub it over the clit in slow motion. When I switch it on, I can feel her tense and press more on me. “Don’t fight it, baby girl,” I whisper as she bites her bottom lip, coming again.

“Two for Daddy.” She screams while trying to wiggle. I fix the vibrator in place while with both my free hands I cup her boobs and play with her nipples. “Daddy, daddy please,” she lifts her hips off the chaise lounge. “Jax.” Emma shouts as the jet of her squirt takes her breath away.

Rocking her in my arms, I pull the vibrator off and remove her arms from around my neck. I help her sit and free her hands. I get up and hand her a bottle of water. She takes it with trembling hands, “Thank you, Daddy.”

A drop of water falls from her lips and travels down on her chest to her navel. She seals the bottle and places it on the floor while waiting for me.

“Lean back,” I instruct and when she does I take off her panties and blow over her heated skin. I can see her skin covered in goosebumps as she lets her head flop back. Her glistening pussy is so inviting that it seems it attracts me like a magnet. Her hands rake in my hair while my tongue fists her slit diving into it. Emma rides my face but her moans are like an incentive to carry on and I can’t stop. Don’t want to. I know I should slow down but I need her to come for me. It’s a primal urge I can’t subside. Mine.

“Daddy.” My eyes skirt up to her as her hand lets me go while gripping on the chaise lounge material. “Oh fuck, I’m…I’m…” she stammers while shaking powerful.

“That’s my baby girl,” I praise, letting her catch her breath while I kiss my way up, and bite into her nipple.

“Three Daddy,” she screams knowing damn well what she forgot. Emma spreads her legs wider, silently asking me to fuck her. And there’s nothing else I want to do. Rubbing my cock over her swollen clit makes her moan loudly. Her cry reaches right to my dick.

“You’ll remember where I’ve been for days.” And I’m freaking proud of it. She needs to remember to whom she belongs.

“Please, Daddy, give me your cock.” There’s no hesitation in her voice and I love to read that determination in her eyes too.

“Do you think you can handle it?” I tease her.

“I do, Daddy.” I push the tip in her cunt and move backward, and then again, and again, “I’m not made of glass.” She grunts while wrapping her legs around me and pushes me in.

“Oh, you little brat.” I pump into her feeling my world fading away but I shake my head and back off. Finding her smile makes me realize I have nothing to fear about. We’re in this together and she’s all my life. “On your four.” I demand. The look on her face changes. Is she afraid? She should be since she broke another rule and she knows it. With her ass up, displayed just for me, I spank her ass cheeks. One, two, three times on each part. “The redness looks so good on you.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She replies as her perfect pussy seems to be wetter.

After flatting my tongue and pressing it over her pussy and the redness of her ass cheeks, I kiss my way up to her neck. Nibbling at her shoulder I push my tip in her, slowly making her feel all my inches. In this position, her pussy seems even more tight. I try to tease her but this time I’m the one letting my guard down. Feeling her pussy tightens around me makes me want to fuck her mercilessly but counting my pumps I set another goal. I want her exhausted and satisfied as she never was before. My hips work faster as Emma takes all of me, fast pumps and slower ones as a good girl.

Her knees buckle and I make her place them on the floor, reaching her spot even more. “Daddy,” her voice is a mix of lust and plea as she comes again, “four, four for Daddy.” She rests her forehead on the chaise lounge.

I pull her in my arms, her back rests on my chest. I force her chin up and kiss her lips. My dick twitches still buried in Emma’s dripping pussy. “Give me one more.” I play with her clit while hammering into her.

Emma leaves my mouth, her head flops over shoulder. “I can’t…” she pants.

“Oh you can and will.” I take her hand and place it over her belly, pressing our hands on it while I slam my dick into her. “Mine.” I back off and push again, “Do you feel it?”

“Fuck, Daddy.” Her eyes roll back as she tries to stop me from playing with her clit.

Bringing her arms behind my neck I sit back taking her on top of me. The sound my dick makes while shoves in and out her cunt is music to my ears as is her frantic breathing. “Who’s Daddy’s little slut?”

The words make her clench her walls around me as she meets each thrust for thrust. “Five for…” Her words cut off while she comes in a powerful orgasm that shakes me too. The wetness over me is still flooding as she leans on my chest. Motionless.

I wrap my arms around her and keep her safe, proud of the love of my life. “Breath in, baby.” Her eyes close heavily. I kiss her and click on the remote to bring us up. The curtains close slowly while I lull her. I have never imagined how it’d feel to hold something that precious in your arms. To me, she is everything.

Getting up the chaise lounge, I move us toward the couch. I don’t have a blanket here but I cover her with my jacket and my body. Her shy smile is adorable as is her slow and steady breathe. My woman.

Panic rushes over her when she opens her eyes but I keep her in place. “There’s no rush, baby.”

Her eyes close again, “Thank you, Daddy.”