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Click click, then a sweet caress as the piano played on top of the beat. Jazz and soul infusions filled the premiere lounge of Enigma.
Emma sat rigid centre stage as a brunette wrapped in an Alexander McQueen suit sashayed across the dimly lit catwalk. The mat black suit clung to the most perfect body, it was sharp, beautifully cut, flawlessly tapered, the lines adorned the brunette like water as she moved with undeniable swag.
The form fitting jacket was highlighted by a crisp white shirt, collar open, holding a loosened black tie, the third button working overtime to contain the sumptuous globes of black lace.
Smiling kissable lips painted blood red teased her senses as smokey eyes appraised the blonde. Her candy apple heals moved fluidly accenting the beat, while lengthening her magnificent shape and form.
The entire getup was killer hot but had nothing on the goddess beneath it. The suit hugged her perfectly in all the right places and never before had Emma Swan been jealous of an item of clothing.
The beat dropped with a Latin, almost samba tempo punctuated with slinky teasing piano that prompted each perfect step, sway, lean and rock.
It's just the way she's so raw and uncut, good god
She needs a spankin' to shake her up
And I just wish that I could open her up, yeah
To this deeper place of love
High priced snake skin on her arm (oooh)
Lace satin covering up her charms
You shoulda seen the way they tossed and turned
The way she made the congregation squirm
Slicked back hair, curves for days and the most perfect touch me ass shook inches from her. Emma's breath hitched as the Queen stepped behind her chair and leaned in dangerously close to the blonde, suddenly a tongue darted out licking the shell of her ear.
The fragrance she wore assaulted the blonde, a rich heady exotic scent with opaque floral notes. A sultry whisper encouraged her to relax. Emerald eyes smiled upon hearing the soothing husky tone of the Queens voice. Running her hand up her neck and flicking back a blonde curl her hooded stare watched on as the Queen reigned down on the club.
She owned the stage and every person in the club including one Emma Swan.
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Just ten minutes ago Emma had protested and glared at Ruby when a gentleman approached their table informing her that the Queen who was also the clubs owner would be dancing for her tonight.
She refused several times before an impeccably dressed man with a thick Irish accent interrupted, "I wouldn't turn down the privilege of the Queen dancing for you love, she rarely graces the stage, but when she does she is the most intoxicating magic you will ever experience. You have to be seriously hooked up for her to dance for you .... so lets be havin ya, go on 'n get it!" He winked at the blonde then waved his credit card in the direction of the bar to indicate that he would pick up their tab.
Zelena rolled her eyes while Belle just smiled .... Ruby gave him a grateful nod as he turned and slipped back into the discussion at his own table. Emma sat speechless, intrigued, nervous and if she were honest a little scared.
Ruby huffed, "come on Em, he's not kidding you know .... I pulled serious fucking strings to get the Queen to dance for you, now don't be rude, this kind gentleman is waiting to set you up. Now move that sexy ass of yours!"
Zelena, let out a bored drawl, "yes, please do hurry up princess."
Emma hissed at her, "shutup Zelena."
"Ahem .... Miss Swan, the Queen is not known for her patience" his tone was gentle as he held his hand out to help her up from her chair.
Emma glared one last time at Ruby she downed her scotch, before taking his hand reluctantly.
"My name is Robin, please follow me and try and relax, the Queen never disappoints."
While they made their way backstage Robin informed her of a the ground rules,
"No touching
No touching
.... and just to reiterate the point
No touching,
.... the Queen however may touch, tease and taste however she sees fit. If she invites you to touch her I would suggest you do exactly that."
Emma's heart was racing she could feel a trickle of sweat down the back of her neck as she nervously rubbed her palms along her sides.
"Oh and Miss Swan" he leaned in close,
The Queen has NEVER .... EVER invited anyone to touch her" his smile was devilish but harmless enough.
"Enjoy your dance Miss Swan."
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The club was exclusive, with an air of elegance and mystery. Emma Swan had never set foot in Enigma before, Ruby had connections and knew anyone worth knowing. Every dancer they watched exuded class, the secret to the clubs success was in the tease .... the suggestive yet tasteful buildup that lit the fire in the most sinful ways .... this was the epitome of 'leaving it to the imagination.'
That was the difference about this club, nothing came off ever except maybe a hat or tie, the patrons were an entirely different class too. Not exclusively from money either. They were people who appreciated something a little more refined. Even the music was more cultured not the mindless drivel most clubs dropped. And though Emma wasn’t entirely sure she fit in here there was nothing and no one that made her feel out of place either.
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When the trumpets joined the tempo the Queen dropped right in front of the blonde, her ass and hips swaying as she winked at Emma before inching her breasts up well defined bare legs, she ascended leaning in closer to pale lips. Emma let out a moan as she willed her eyes to stay locked on the Queens.
The Queen rocked on top of her as she finally allowed body contact. She rolled her hips into the hard body, beneath her, the hem of the figure hugging red dress riding up a pale thighs. The Queen rose again hovering above Emma, arms either side of thick blonde tresses as she rotated her hips in short movements accenting each beat before dropping and grinding hard into Emma's pussy, while lithe hands found the blondes neck pulling her face close as she rolled her lace clad chest into pink lips.
Girl's got a worldly view
Apparently she sees through you
Her love was never meant to share for two
She said I'll do it if you'll be my sugah daddy
Laboured breathing, heat creeping up a slender milky neck as the Queen quickly rose with a satisfied grin as she backed up.
Take a note from my philosophy
I'ma give her what she need
Can't snatch the meat out of the lioness' mouth
Sometimes you gotta just
Ease it out
I give her a pacifier
I fill my baby's crib with all the sweetness
Daddy wants to give
And when it comes to rocking her to sleep, I'll never tire
This is the way I pat my baby on the butt, good god
The Queen samba stepped forward to greet the crowd she moved with a mix of street swag and elegance as she opened her jacket holding the lapels like a lover, legs apart as her hips swayed and rocked she dropped again a bouncing ass inches from the stage floor. Winking she reached out flicking a black hat from a gentleman in the crowd. The trilby flipped back into the crevice of her elbow and forearm with practised ease she popped her arm and it flipped up landing on her head. The crowd loved everything she did and Emma Swan all of sudden craved for those obsidian eyes to be on her.
She adjusted her dress and without thinking she blatantly ran her hands over her breasts eliciting a moan as her peaks became impossibly harder.
A delicate hand skimmed the rim in a faux salute to the owner, he bowed in submission as she turned rolling her ass for the crowds pleasure. The crowd rocked with her, they had this understated kinda cool that reminded Emma that Enigma was in a class of its own, and the Queen ruled this castle. Every one of the mesmerised onlookers her faithful subjects. They were here as a privilege not a right and the show was divine!
With her hand in her right pocket her gaze met Emma's, she advanced upon the blonde, finger clicking, full lips smiling .... and good god Emma had never seen anyone as effortlessly sexy and smooth as the Queen.
The view made her throb as she bit hard into her bottom lip. Smokey eyes raked over her, pleased with the rising blush upon the once milky complexion.
She had me hooked with only just one glance yeah
*Wink
As the Queen stepped and leaned, tipping the hat and rolling it down her right arm then back up grooving into a quick hustle , as her left hand found her breast slowly creeping up her neck before popping her collar in a slick measured action.
Three steps forward then rocking back on four she swung her hips left then right while her chest rocked forward, Emma was captivated and without even thinking she reached back tugging the band that held her hair in a loose braid.
Running her fingers through her hair, she leaned forward crossing her right leg over left, elbow resting supporting a chiseled chin as long curls cascaded around her face. With a pleased grin and hooded stare she took in the exquisite creature before her.
She need a spankin', baby, that's wussup
Lawd, Lawd
You say you wanna be the one
She chooses to star in her meaningless romance
Tipping the back of her hat it now sat low on her brow. The Queen rocked out a gangsta lean and samba step, brown orbs appreciating the flowing silky locks lit up gloriously beneath soft lights. The Queen appreciated beautiful things, she was smitten with the smiling eyes looking back at her. The poetic contrast of the creamy locks against milky flesh and the red dress pleased her immensely. With a radiant and playful smile she mouthed the words,
Girl's got a worldly view
What's a sassy girl to do
And if the decision was left up to me
You best believe that I would be her sugah daddy
Out of the lean the Queen rolled her chest forward and up before moving quickly into the blondes personal space, delighted when Emma held her position. Emma licked her lips before .... husking out, "baby let me be your sugar daddy"
The Queen chuckled, the confidence in the blonde was a turn on and so it was only fair that she be rewarded. Olive fingers latched around a pale hand as she stared into emerald eyes while guiding a sweaty palm to the valley of her breasts and down the crisp white shirt to the waist of her slacks.
With devastating timing she released the blonde just as hands reached the top of her pussy.
She chuckled at the adorable blonde as she sat up from her former position, chest heaving, eyes blown and her dress now sitting significantly higher than moments before.
Brown eyes that will make you blue
Eyes that'll see right through you
She crossed her fingers when she said her vows
She said I promise that I'll sock it to you, daddy
Pivoting quickly on her heels she leaned over and bent all the way down her body, hands wrapped around her calves while a couture clad ass worked the blonde up.
"Fuck", Emma growled she was throbbing torturously, aching, wet and so unbelievably turned on she thought she might come right there. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as the light shimmered across the stage.
Quick hands released the Windsor knot allowing the tie to hang, while her ass distracted the blonde. Then with lightning speed the brunette was in her lap the tie now gracing a blushing porcelain neck while the Queen tugged her closer.
Emma's brain had officially checked out as her eyes scanned the Queens face properly for the first time, she had a sexy glow, a small scar above her lip that screamed lick me. The Queens beauty took her breath away as eyes raked over every inch of her face a throaty whisper shattered the moment, "you may touch me." Without any hesitation Emma ran her hands beneath the Queens jacket. Slowly mapping her sides desperate to feel her curves as much as possible. Hands finally settling on the curvature of gorgeous hips. The club erupted, they had never seen their Queen invite such a notion before, the air was thick and crackled with magic.
The Queen sighed she loved the reverence and respect in the blondes touch and smiled at the almost shy blush that graced Emma's face. Slowly she began to grind deeply into the throb beneath her while she sung straight into Emma's mouth.
It might as well have been her clit,
So I take the child to my crib
I ain't gonna tell you what we did
I hit it so I made her pussy talk
She said it's talkin', talkin' to ya, daddy!
The lights dimmed further as the crowd applauded again the music faded, a screen descending from the ceiling leaving the Queen in the well defined arms of Emma Swan.
Emma was breathless, hands trembled slightly as the Queens posture relaxed. Plump lips hovered over hers whispering,
"Happy Birthday Miss Swan."
"Thank you your Majesty."
"The pleasure was mine" the smile was sincere and warm, "please call me Regina, perhaps you'd like to join me for a drink?"
"I would love to, and please .... call me Emma."