Sadie learns what a Queen of Spades is

We saw the problem as soon as we approached our rooms. The floor of the hallway in front of Marley’s room was soaking wet. Marley pulls his arm from behind me and opens his door. I expected to hear the drip drip drip that he’d been talking about earlier or maybe even the sound of the sink turned on, but that’s not what greeted us. What we heard was the uncontrolled spray of an open pipe. The floor was covered with water, enough so that Marley splashed as he jogged in and turned the lights on. I stepped as close as I could without getting into the wet carpet.

The first thing I saw was Marley leaning in the bathroom. The faucet was missing and the water was spraying up into the air bouncing off the ceiling and spraying all over the bathroom. There was at least two inches of water on the bathroom floor. Behind Marley and further into his room it wasn’t any better. The carpet from the doorway to the windows looking out onto the strip was completely soaked. More than soaked, there was standing water in his room. This water problem didn’t just happen, it probably occurred soon after we stepped away from the rooms and has been ongoing since. Marley came out, closed the door to his room, and nodded at my door. “Let’s get in your room and see how the front desk is going to fix this. DAMN it, why did this have to happen on tonight of all nights and this LATE at night…”

I could see that Marley was getting upset. Stepping close to him I take his hands in mine and give them both a squeeze as I look up in his eyes, hoping that reminding him of the successful meeting with Max will elevate his mood. “Hey, this is just a thing. It’s something that’s happening and it doesn’t affect what happened earlier. Today is still a breakthrough and amazing for us. Don’t let this thing take away from that, okay!”

Marley’s eyes softened and he smiled, “You’re right Sadie. I don’t want anything to take away from tonight. Let’s get into your room though so I can get this problem taken care of.”

I pull my key out of my clutch and open the door. I point Marley over to the phone and step into the bathroom, leaving the door open so I can hear his conversation. While I look over my makeup, I hear him calmly talking to the front desk. He’s explaining the problem and asking what can be done. Happy that he’s not angry, or at least not directing his anger at the front desk, I focus on my reflection. Standing tall I trace my finger over the tattoo above my belly.

Pulling my phone out I work out an interesting pose and then snap a few pictures. I really like the close up as it shows off both my belly button ring and the tattoo, but the wide angle one with me giving the peace sign is super cute too. I send both off to Sarah asking which she thinks I should post to my social media as I’d like to get one more post out tonight.

With that done, giving Sarah time to respond, I head back into the room and see Marley hanging up the phone and moving to the couch. As he sits, he takes one of the decorative pillows and places it on his lap, patting it while smiling at me. Smiling, I lay back on the couch with my head in Marley’s lap. Looking up at him I ask, “So, what are they going to do about the room?”

Marley runs one of his hands through my hair which feels really calming and nice, and starts tracing the tattoo on my belly again, tickling me all over again. His voice is relaxed and calm when he replies “They’re sending a crew up right now to at least temporarily stop the water and start getting it out of the hallway’s and room’s carpet. I’m glad you calmed me down because I was SO angry, but they didn’t need me shouting as they stood up and made it right. In fact, they’re even sending up a bottle of champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries for us to celebrate with. On the house.”

I nod and try not to squirm under his tickling finger. Instead, I bring my hand to rest on his forearm, hoping to at least slow down his actions if not stop it outright. “That’s great Marley. You’re already big and strong, even in your voice. You intimidate people, especially when you’re angry, so you need to use that sparingly.”

Marley surprises me by not only stopping his tracing of the tattoo, but by laying his hand flat on my belly. His hand is big enough that it covers the tattoo and my bellybutton ring entirely. With an unexpected gentleness in his face and voice Marley responds, “I’ll keep that in mind. But I want you to know that I’ll never direct that side of me toward you Sadie. You’re my special girl, and I want to be the type of man you…”

Marley’s response is interrupted by the loud knocking on the door. My head snaps to it quickly, although I can’t say what makes me nervous about it. When I realize it’s just the champagne and strawberries being delivered, I relax and giggle up to Marley, “Oh… let me get that!”

Pushing myself up, I get to the door and open it wide. The attendant starts pushing a tray into the room and I take a moment to peek at the crew in the hallway. They’ve already set up their machines and are vacuuming up the water from the carpet. I can hear them in Marley’s room vacuuming there and working on the pipe. When I turn back into the room, I see Marley is signing for the room service and the attendant is looking right at me. I’m used to noticing people’s eyes looking below mine, normally at my breasts. But this is different as the attendant’s eyes are directed lower, right at my tattoo. When Marley is done signing, the attendant gives him a small but still obviously celebratory high five and then leaves, saying a quiet “Miss” as he walks by me.

I tilt my head questioningly at Marley and he just shrugs. “You’ll have to get used to that. Most girls with that tattoo don’t wear it so brazenly. They put it where it will be always hidden like their thigh or ass. Or a place that’s easily hidden like their shoulder or low on their neck. Yours, however, is pretty brazen. That’s why I love it!”

I shrug, not really understanding why people would hide a card tattoo, but don’t want to spend time on it. It’s time to celebrate Marley’s win. As I pour out two glasses of champagne Marley brings the strawberries over to the couch and sits down again. Once the pillow is in his lap, he pats it and smiles playfully at me. I set the glasses of champagne on the table in front of the couch then lay down again, my head in Marley’s lap.

His one hand resumes running through my hair, slowly undoing the crown braid, while the other grabs a glass of champagne. He takes a sip then brings it down to my lips and helps me up just enough so that he can pour it in my mouth. I take a sip but must keep swallowing as he doesn’t remove the glass and keeps it flowing into my mouth.

I’m able to keep up, but just barely. When he pulls the glass away, I see it’s almost completely empty, meaning he gave me almost an entire glass all to myself. And I didn’t exactly pour these glasses short. As he leans forward to set the glass down I hear my phone ding and turn to see that it’s on the table, but outside of reach. It’s probably Sarah, but I don’t want to break this moment. Marley is in a good mood and I want to keep him there.

When I relax back into his lap, I see that he’s holding up a strawberry above me with that playful grin on his lips. “I imagine my girl is excited to get some chocolate in her mouth, right?”

On the one hand, I actually am excited to taste a chocolate covered strawberry. They’re huge and look juicy and I’ve never had one before. I’ve heard they taste divine. But on the other hand, that doesn’t exactly sound like an innocent offer. As Marley brings the strawberry to my mouth I realize it actually could come across as a double entendre.

Marley slips the strawberry in my mouth. But where I was hoping to nibble a bit off the bottom, he actually presses it in, making me open my mouth wide. I quickly purse my lips around the chocolate covered fruit so that it doesn’t smear all over my lipstick and when he stops, I bite off what he’s put inside of me. I smile between my chews as it does taste amazing. Better than I thought it would, and I had high expectations. The piece is big enough that I have to chew quite a while and swallow it in bits as I watch him bring one up to his mouth and bit off a big piece himself.

When I try to bring my hand up to wipe away a little juice Marley shushes my hand away and grabs a napkin to dap at the corner of my mouth. He sounds happy and relaxed as he says, “Nope, I got you girl. I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.”

For the next thirty minutes Marley plays this game. We barely say anything to each other the entire time. Marley just seems to really enjoy doing everything. Feeding me strawberries, pouring champagne into my mouth, dabbing at my lips with the napkin. I can certainly see why some people love to be pampered. My only concern is that we go through four glasses of champagne, and I swear, I had the vast majority of it. He may have had a sip out of each glass but all the rest went into me. The room spinning even while I’m laid back confirms that I’m more than tipsy again.

The champagne is also exasperating my tiredness. As good as the day was, it was still stressful. This new cage isn’t helping as anything that arouses me gives me that immediate ache and it takes forever to go away. Just laying like this and looking up at Marley’s happy face gives me that feeling so if I were to lie in bed now it might be an hour before I’d be comfortable down there. As Marley resumes tracing my belly tattoo and alternates that with flicking and playing with my belly button ring, I tilt my head backward, looking at the wall as if I could see through it into Marley’s room. I press my head down ‘nodding’ that way a couple times to make sure that Marley knows what I’m referring to, but even that little action makes me dizzy again and I have to take a moment for the room to stop circling me. When I’m ready I close my eyes and smile up toward Marley, “Hey, we should get this taken care of. It’s time.”

He has to know it’s time. It’s late and if they’re going to get him a different room, it might take a half hour just to get it ready. He might not be as tired as me, but we have an early flight, so he’ll want to get to bed soon too. But where I expect Marley to slip out from under my head or maybe even carry me over to my bed, he just keeps his hands running through my hair and over my belly and asks, “Are you sure Sadie? I don’t want to… you know…”

I brow furrows for a moment. He doesn’t want to what? And then it hits me. He doesn’t want to get angry all over at the front desk. Maybe they even tried to take care of it earlier and he knew it was going to be a struggle. Relaxing and smiling again I try to take care of the situation, “Hey, let me do it. I’ll take care of it. I owe you.”

Marley takes long enough to do or say anything that I open my eyes and see him looking down at me. His expression is something that I haven’t seen before. It’s… good? He certainly doesn’t look angry or upset, but he’s maybe doubtful? Maybe he doesn’t think I can do this, or more likely thinks that I shouldn’t do this. I bring my hand up to his forearm again, tickling along it as I say, “Seriously Marley, I wanna do it. You sit back and let me take care of it.”

Remembering how he said he’d take care of me, I turn his own phrase on him so that I don’t bruise his male ego, “I’ll take good care of you tonight!”

That seems to settle it for Marley, and he gently slides his hand under the pillow and lifts me up. The room goes all spinney again and I have to close my eyes, thankful that he’s just sitting me up next to him and not raising me up to stand. I’m not sure I could even take a step in these heels right now. Damned champagne!

As I wait for the world to stop turning, I feel Marley moving around beside me on the couch and hear my phone beep again. Remembering that I hadn’t got back with Sarah I keep my eyes closed and lean forward to pick up my phone. When I have it in front of my eyes I open them to see her text message on my lock screen. It takes me a moment as she sent several texts in short order.

“OMG SADIE!”

“do you no what that is?”

“upgrade from Princess to QoS?!?”

“R U w/marley?”

“lol fomo i guess”

“yolo! just be safe”

The last text is a link to the urban dictionary. Clicking on that unlocks my phone and brings up their definition for the Queen of Spades:

“The playing card Spade symbol with a capital 'Q' inside. It connotes white women with a sexual preference for black men. It can be seen on tee shirts, or to express longer desires, as a tattoo. Also, a way for a white woman to let potential black lovers know she is available.”

I read the passage at least a dozen times, at first hoping I misunderstood it but later hoping I can find some other meaning. I replay the conversation with Kari, asking if I was with Marley. I hear Marley asking her “Does she know…” and me answering “It means we’re together!” and “I’m a full-blown queen of spades!”

I start replaying everything from the tattoo studio until now. “Today is still a breakthrough day and amazing for us.” … “I don’t want anything to take away from tonight.” … “You’re my special girl, and I want to be the type of man you…” … The high five while the attendant looks at my tattoo … ”Most girls with that tattoo don’t wear it so brazenly, yours is pretty brazen, that’s why I love it!” … ““I imagine my girl is excited to get some chocolate in her mouth, right?” … “I got you girl. I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.” … “Hey, let me do it. I’ll take care of it. I wanna do it. I’ll take good care of you tonight!”

My thoughts, not going in a good direction anyway as I remember them with a fresh eye and ear, are interrupted when I feel Marley grab my wrist. His voice sounds so calm and soothing as he says “Hey, don’t worry about it. Nerves are normal. You’re my girl and I’ll help you!”

I absolutely don’t want to turn my head though as I feel Marley guide my hand down to his lap. To his big naked hard cock. When he wraps my fingers around it and leans in to kiss my earlobe he whispers, “We don’t have to have sex baby, a blow job will be fine!”