The Seven of Spades

Ch. 2- Nicknames and Some Love Bites



Marco led Seven into the kitchen where he stopped at a counter and opened a drawer filled with several different shapes and designs of name tags that could go on her collar. “Choose what you want.” He said as he leaned against the counter and folded his arms, her leash still in his hands.



Seven then turned her attention to the tags. What should she pick? There were so many shapes and most of them gold or silver…Ah that would do! She thought as she found a black spade shaped tag. She turned to look at Marco and when his gaze met hers she handed him the black spade. He took it and smirked as he gazed upon it, “Sweet, I didn’t even know that was in there.”



He moved closer to her as he took off her leash to put on the spade tag. All Seven could do was try to stay still and not think of the face that was so close to hers or the hot breath that landed on her face. He smelled like peppermint, she liked peppermint. She wondered if he tasted like peppermint. When Marco’s task was finished his coal black eyes looked at Seven. Her dark blue eyes glazed over with thought. Just one taste wouldn’t hurt. She thought as she leaned forward to press her lips softly against Marco’s.



She closed her eyes as his lips moved against hers just as softly. He definitely tasted like peppermint. She moved her body closer to his as she turned her head to kiss his lips again, her hand lying on his chest. He moved against her, slowly, his hand going to the back of her head. He tasted good, really good. There was a slight ‘ting’ as the leash Marco was holding fell to the floor. The small sound was enough to bring Seven back to her current situation. She pulled away from him slowly and looked up at him in shock. She just kissed her captor! What the hell was wrong with her? She licked her lips, even if he did taste good, it was no excuse.



“Seven?” He asked in a small warning as she stared at him slightly scared. When she didn’t move he decided to bend over and pick up the leash, and that was when Seven turned and ran. “SEVEN!”



Marco’s yell after her only fueled her adrenaline rush as she ran out of the kitchen and into the living room. All she knew was that her body told her to run and that was what she was going to do, then when she was done running, she was going to hide. Her heart was pounding quickly as she ran up the stairs but she was stopped at the top when a body collided with hers, sending her to the floor, with the body landing on top of her. She turned onto her back and tried to shove the offender off, “GET OFF ME!”



Hands grabbed hers that were trying to push them off and her wrists were shoved to the floor, “Not a chance.”



Looking up Seven glared when she realized it was Star that held her down. “I said get off of me you fucking prissy brat!” She tried to kick and remove her arms from his hold but Star was stronger than he looked.



He moved in closer to her face, a glare of his own shining on his features as if he were an ice prince, “I dare you to say that again and see if I don’t hurt you.” He growled.





“Star that is enough.” Came a demand that Seven placed as coming from Damien.



Star gave Seven’s wrists a harsh squeeze before he got up off her. Seven sat up and then stood slowly, her back aching from the fall. Then she looked down the stairs to see a fairly upset Marco heading up them the black leash in a deadly clutch in his hand. She gulped, why had she run? Damn it why! When Marco came to the top he nodded at Damien in an nonverbal thank you before he clipped the leash back on Seven’s collar and stormed to his bed room yanking Seven along with him. He was moving so quickly Seven had to put her hands on the leash and almost run just to keep up with him and not fall.



Once they entered the room Marco slammed the door and locked it before turning to Seven and taking off her leash, “What the hell was that all about?”



Seven stared at him as if he were stupid, “You really just expect me to be calm in this situation? I’m a fucking captive here!”



Marco glared at her, his mouth turning in a scowl, “Then why the fuck did you kiss me, huh? I didn’t do it, you did!”



Seven blushed and she glared back at him. Even if her heart was racing at the sight of his glare, he was damn sexy when he was mad, he had no right to yell at her, “Fuck you!” She spat and instantly regretted saying it when Marco charged at her.



Quickly he took her up and over his shoulder before moving over to the bed to throw her down on the soft mattress. As Seven was trying to decipher what was up and what was down, she heard a click and her blood ran cold. She sat up and looked at the chain that was, again, attached to her collar. She looked back up at Marco as he moved to straddle her waist, “I plan to.” He growled as he moved down to capture Seven’s lips.



She moaned at the kiss and fell back onto the bed, Marco following, not allowing her to leave his dominate kissing. It was a little bruising the way he pressed his lips harshly against hers, but damn it, she loved it. She moved her hands to wrap around his neck and his hand traveled down her side to lay on her hip. Marco nipped at her bottom lip and Seven gasped, opening her mouth just enough to let Marco move in, his tongue moving against hers. Seven moaned as the taste of peppermint assaulted her taste buds, oh yeah, she could kiss him all night and never be satisfied with his addicting taste. She moved her tongue eagerly against his and sucked on the appendage making Marco moan like she had.



The kiss lingered long enough that Seven had to pull away just to breath and as she did Marco moved down to kiss and lick at her neck. Her hands gradually moved down his back when Marco suddenly bit her, causing her hands to dig into his shirt, as she arched up at the mix of pain and pleasure. “Marco!” She moaned out as he applied more pressure only to pull away and lick at the bruising mark.



A sudden knock on the door made Marco move away, leaving Seven to lay on the bed, panting. “Yeah?” He asked as if nothing were going on.



“Damien said for you two to come down to eat dinner.” Star said from behind the door, “And if you don’t then he will drag you down to the kitchen.”



Marco turned to look down at the blushing, bruised lipped, girl on his bed and smirked as he ran his hand up her chest to grope her. “Alright, be down in a second.”



Seven gasped at his touch and he chuckled before pulling away to unlock the chain once again. She frowned at him, that was mean, so in return Seven moved her hips against his. She grinned as he hissed that the contact and gripped her hips to stop her movement. Marco to up off her allowing Seven to sit up. “Promise not to run away at dinner, Spade, and I won’t make you wear the leash.”



Seven stood up beside Marco and gave him a confused look, “Spade?”

Marco pointed to her collar, “It’s your nickname now.”



Spade looked down at the collar and fingered the black spade that was on it. It was a cool enough name she could get use to it.