After we eat, we walk through the shops because neither of us wants to get on a ride just yet. I insist on buying her some t-shirts and other souvenirs. I like buying her things, especially because she doesn’t expect me to. It’s not like she’s asking me to hit up Harry Winston like Amber did all the time. Shit, why am I thinking about Amber? That bitch has taken up too much of my life already. I won’t let her interfere with Yas. I stop to clear my head.
“Are you okay, Scott?” Yas is looking at me with concern in her eyes.
I give her a genuine smile. “I am. How could I not be when the woman I love is holding my hand?” And, it’s true. I feel better just thinking about Yasmin’s love for me.
We head to the rides. We go on the swings, the Ferris wheel—where I kiss her at the top—and even the carousel. I stand by her horse as it goes up and down, looking at her in awe as she laughs and smiles, having fun.
We are walking back towards the entrance when she sees the sign for the dinner cruises. “That would be so cool!” she exclaims, clearly excited.
“Do you want to do that for dinner?” I ask. I’ve never been on a dinner cruise, although I have been on a yacht on the lake before.
“Could we? I mean are we dressed up enough?” She looks down at her t-shirt and shorts. I’m dressed the same. “And do we really have time? I would still like to see where you grew up.”
“Let’s do this. I’ll get the tickets now.” I put my hand over her mouth when she starts to protest. “I want to pay, Yas. I let you pay for the museum, the pizzas and the rides, let me take care of dinner. Do I have to resort to a please or are you going to honor our agreement and not make me beg?”
“No, you don’t have to beg,” she grumbles.
“Thank you. Now as I was saying, I’ll get the tickets now for the latest cruise that they have. Then I’ll take you to my neighborhoods and we can go back to the hotel to change. We should have plenty of time to make it back for dinner.”
“What about Zane and Windy City Tats? Will we still be able to do that?” She looks so anxious that I can’t help but to lean forward and kiss her.
“You really want to meet the man behind the tats don’t you?” When she nods vigorously, I put her out of her misery. “Zane works late so he will be there until at least 1.”
Her smile lights up her face. “Okay, go buy me dinner so we can get out of here.” She smacks me on the butt and then walks past me.”
“Hey,” I protest weakly. “I thought that there was no spanking allowed in this relationship!”
“That was a slap and not a spank. Plus, I told you playful was acceptable.”
“I think that I am more a fan of groping,” I say as I grab her ass. She turns and kisses me. I want to push her against the wall and make out with her right there but I don’t want to get us kicked out. So, I settle for holding her hand while we walk over to the cruise desk.
* * *
Yasmin
We walk out of Navy Pier, but instead of heading for the cab line, Scott turns toward the self-parking area. I decide that he must know a shortcut or something when he lets go of my hand to embrace an older man standing next to an idling electric blue Mustang.
“John. It’s good to see you. Thanks for bringing my car.”
“Of course, Scott. It’s good to see you, too. I just wish it was under better circumstances.” The man turns to me holding out his hand. “You must be Yasmin. It is truly an honor to meet you. I have heard so much about you and how you have been helping Alex and Scott.”
I shake his hand, having no idea who he is. “It’s nice to meet you too. I love Alex and Scott, so it has been my pleasure to help them.” Seeing my confusion, Scott steps in.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I should be the one doing the introductions. Yas, this is John. He has worked for my family since we had enough money to hire people to work for us. He’s like another member of the family to us, but he didn’t want to leave Chicago since his daughters live here. He lives at my parents’ place and checks in on my place, too. John, this is my girlfriend, Yasmin. But you know that already.”
“How does John know about me, Scott?” I quirk an eyebrow at him.
“I might have told him about you,” he mumbles, biting down on his lip ring.
“When did you tell him about me?”
“About a month ago.”
“A month ago? Before your family found out?” I ask, not even trying to hide my surprise.
“Yeah, I couldn’t tell my family yet but I had to tell someone and John has always been the one I confided in. He knows all of my secrets.” Scott gives him a sheepish grin. “He’s like a vault.”
“I am. You know that your secrets are safe with me, Scott. All of them.” He winks at me.
I don’t know what to say. It was so hard for me during that time. When I thought Scott might be ashamed of me, even though he insisted that he wasn’t. But he did tell someone, the person that he trusts more than anyone. My eyes tear up and I turn away.
“Yas? What’s wrong? Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about John?” Scott asks, frantically. I shake my head no but can’t get any words out.
John seems to understand, though. “I think Yasmin is overcome by the fact that you told me about her during the time when you were telling her that no one could know. Correct me if I am wrong my dear, but I think that despite Scott telling you that he wasn’t ashamed of you, you thought that he was because he wanted to hide his relationship with you.”
“You’re not wrong.” I choke it out on a sob.
“Fuck, no. You really thought that? How could you think that?” Scott tries to pull my chin up but he sounds angry so I turn away and wrap my arms around myself.
“I think you now realize the importance of Scott telling me. Especially knowing that I keep all of his secrets. Knowing how close we are. That is why you started crying. You know now that he was never ashamed of you. He just couldn’t tell his family. But, he told me.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Why won’t you look at me then, if you aren’t mad?” Scott demands.
“Because you are acting like an ass and yelling at her instead of trying to understand,” John tells Scott and I am so startled that I turn back around and look up with wide eyes.
Understanding dawns on Scott’s face. “I’m sorry, Yas. And I’m sorry again for making you think I was ashamed of you. I could never be ashamed of you. You know that I love you. Don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, I do and you know that I love you, too. You don’t need to apologize, though. If you haven’t figured it out already by now, I am pretty emotional. Sometimes I just need to cry a little. It doesn’t always mean that I’m sad.” I walk over to him, put my arms around his neck and kiss him. He wraps his arms around me, too, and we stay together, kissing and hugging for several minutes.
“I hate to break this up, but I need to catch a cab back to the house,” John says, laughing.
“A cab? Why aren’t you riding back with us? We are going to see where you grew up, aren’t we?” I look up at Scott.
“We are. But I was planning to start with the neighborhood that I lived in before my family had a lot of money.” He sees my stern look and adds, “But we can go backward so that John can catch a ride with us.”
I turn to John who is silently laughing at our exchange. “You can have the front seat so that you two can catch up and I can take pictures without Scott teasing me about it.” I turn back to Scott as he opens the car door and pushes the seat up so I can climb in.
“Thanks, Yas,” he whispers as I get in.
* * *
Scott
My parents’ house isn’t too far away but I take the scenic route. Partly so that Yas can play tourist and partly so that I can talk with John. We talk on the phone at least once a week, but I am really happy to see him in person.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” John doesn’t pull any punches.
“I think so. I had some Skype sessions with the prosecutors. They
said that I was as ready as I can be. We have no idea what Amber’s lawyer is going to bring up or ask me.”
“That woman is going to try to use her lawyer to hurt you. You know that, don’t you?” I nod and he continues, lowering his voice. “Are you sure that you want Yasmin in the courtroom? When Amber sees her and realizes that she really has no hold over you anymore, she is going to lose it.”
“She won’t know how much Yas means to me.”
“Yes, she will. Anyone can tell that you two are in love. The way you look at each other is a dead giveaway. By the way, I like her Scott. I like her a lot.”
“I’m glad you like her. It means a lot to me to have your approval. You never gave it to me with Amber and you were right. I don’t know what will happen in court, but I do know that I can’t do it without having Yas with me. Just having her next to me gives me strength.”
“I can take whatever she wants to dish out,” Yasmin says from the backseat. I meet her eyes in the rearview mirror briefly before looking back at the road. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I am right here in the backseat. Oh, and I like you too, John. Thanks for your approval.”
I pull into the driveway of my parents’ house and park near the front door, ignoring the six car garage. This house is more traditional looking than the Vegas house, but they are about the same size. John gets out and then helps Yas out. “Your house is beautiful,” she says.
“It’s not my house. It’s my parents’ house.”
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, your parents’ house is beautiful.”
John chuckles as he walks to the front door. “I’ll unlock the door for you and then head up to my apartment. Just set the alarm when you go. It really has been great to meet you, Yasmin. Scott needs someone to keep him in his place.” She reaches out and hugs him tightly and my heart feels like it will burst. After he unlocks the door and shuts off the alarm, John turns to me and we hug each other, too. “That girl is a keeper, Scott. Don’t fuck this up,” he whispers in my ear.
“I’ll do my best. I want to keep her,” I whisper back. He walks toward the garages and his apartment above them with a wave.
Chapter 15
Scott
“Come on in,” I tell Yas, stepping through the door. “Do you want the grand tour or do you want to just take a quick look around before we go to my old neighborhood?”
“Umm…” She looks everywhere except for at me.
“Umm? I don’t think that was one of the choices I gave you.” I try to catch her eye.
“I can’t ask for what I want to see.” I am confused for a few seconds and then it hits me.
“You want to see my room?” She finally looks at me and nods. “Well, I always did want to get a hot girl in my room when I lived here. It never worked out for me back then, but I guess today is my lucky day.” I grab her hand and lead her to the stairs.
When we reach the top of the stairs and I turn towards my room, she pulls me back. “Are you sure, Scott? I mean, I know how you feel about letting anyone into your spaces. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. It’s fine if you aren’t ready.”
I know that she means what she says and that is why I say, “I want you to see my room, Yas. Just try not to laugh too hard.” I add as I open the door and step inside.
Yas comes in behind me and I watch her as she takes it all in. My room is large and spacious. One wall has floor to ceiling shelves holding computer programming books and computer parts. I saved everything I experimented on while I was learning how to build and program computers. In between the shelves is a 60” flat screen TV with a cabinet under it housing my different game systems. The wall with the windows has my desk underneath it, covered with papers and notebooks. Next to it is the built in bookcase. It isn’t holding books, though. It has various video game controllers that I collected. Even an old Atari one. There are also character statues from my role playing games and even some stuffed Marios, Luigis and Yoshis. To my left, is the wall that my bed it jutting out from. There are nightstands covered in more papers and notebooks as well as lamps made of game consoles. The last wall is one giant wall to wall closet. My dresser is in there because I didn’t have any free wall space to put it on. The middle of my floor is dominated by bean bag chairs.
She walks around touching the shelves and TV lightly. She makes her way past my desk, smiling at the clutter and stops at the bookcase. “Your friends?” she says asks, picking up a game controller and one of the Marios. I nod and she places a kiss on each before putting them back on my shelf. Then she bends down. “Thank you all for being there for my guy. I have started playing more video games to show my appreciation.”
My feet take me to her in seconds. “Yas, shit, are you for real? I mean, damn, woman. I can’t believe that you just thanked some toys and game controllers for being my friends.”
“You told me they were your only friends in high school. Why shouldn’t I thank them? I am glad that if you didn’t have human friends, at least you had something to make you happy. I know that you are happy when you play video games. I’ve seen the look on your face. You love it. Now, as for the part about being real, I think you know that there is nothing fake about me.” She pulls on my belt loops, drawing me closer to her. “You said that you always wanted to have a hot girl in your room. Was there anything in particular that you wanted to do once you got one in here? Do you want me to dress up as Slave Leia?”
I reach up and pull lightly on her ponytail. “I would love to have you dress up for me, but I don’t have a costume lying around. There was something else that I thought about a lot though. Remember I told you that I would like to tie you up?” She swallows hard and nods. “That is what I wanted to do in here. I wanted to tie a girl to my bed with my game controllers and have sex with her.”
“Umm...I-I don’t know, Scott.” She lets go of my shorts, starts rubbing her arms and looks around like she is trying to decide if she needs to escape. I stand still, waiting to see if she is going to bolt. She takes some deep breaths and seems to steady her nerves. She looks up at me, a mix of fear and shyness in her eyes. “You won’t hurt me, will you?”
“Never, Yas. I would never hurt you. I know that you know that. We don’t have to do this, I was just answering you honestly.”
A determined look crosses her face. “I do know that you won’t hurt me. This is just scary for me. I am glad that you were honest with me.” She takes another deep breath and reaches out to cup my cheek in her hand. “You can tie me up. Scott.”
* * *
Yasmin
I can’t believe that I just told Scott that he could tie me up. I’ve never been into that, but, I know with every fiber of my being that he won’t hurt me. I can do this for him. I walk away from him and towards his bed, shedding my clothes as I go. I kick off my shoes and lie on his bed, grabbing the metal headboard. “Is this where you want me?”
He looks at me for what feels like forever and finds his voice. “Yeah, baby, that’s good.” He grabs two controllers off the bookcase. “My new controllers are wireless so I’m going to have to use my old friends here.” he explains as he tosses them on the bed then removes his clothes.
Scott climbs up on the bed and when he reaches the headboard, he starts wrapping a controller around my left wrist. “Is that too tight?” he asks. I shake my head no and he does the same to my right hand. I am lying here bare and bound to his bed. I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing, but I am starting to freak out a little.
“Easy, Yas. It’s okay. I’m not going to do anything different than we’ve already done. It’s exactly the same except for the fact that you can’t use your hands. I promise. I’m going to make you feel good.”
“Okay. I will be alright. Just give me a minute to get used to this. I-I don’t really like it, but I will be fine. There are condoms in my purse if you don’t have any in here.” I swallow again and try to control my breathing.
“There are definitely none in here,” he tells m
e as he walks over to my purse on the floor and grabs the foil packets. “Your purse is a mess. How do you find anything in there?” He laughs and I know he is trying to lighten the mood and make me more comfortable.
I laugh and tell him, “I can find things just fine.” I do feel a little lighter but I am still nervous.
“Are you wet, Yas?” Scott asks and I can tell that he is not asking to be flirty. He wants to know if I am ready for him.
“Not really,” I answer honestly.
He sits down on the bed next to me as he nods, placing his hand on my stomach. “I’m going to untie you now, Yas. I know that you don’t want it like this and I can’t make love to you knowing that you are scared of me.” He starts to reach forward and I put on my big girl panties—figuratively—and tell him to stop.
“I am not scared of you, Scott. Giving up control is hard and I feel vulnerable. But I know you won’t hurt me and I want you to live your fantasy. I am going to take you up on your offer to tie you up one day, too. I want you to understand how hard it is.” I pause. “Oh, I just realized that you might have been tied up when you were experimenting.”
He shakes his head. “I wasn’t tied up, ever. I told you it was all about my pleasure and being tied up never interested me. You can tie me up whenever you want. Now I’m going to make you wet so that you are ready for me.” he says as he starts moving his hand down my stomach.
I nod and close my eyes and I feel his fingers slip between my folds and down into me. A few pumps of his fingers and I’m wet. He swirls his thumb over my clit and I start straining against the controllers. “I’m ready for you, Scott,” I rasp out.
“You’re not wet enough yet.” He bends over and starts licking one nipple while his hand pinches and kneads the other one. He sucks hard and then pulls his mouth up, letting my breast pop out of his mouth. “Come for me, Yas. I want you to be dripping when I enter you.”
Then he’s switching nipples and giving one the other one the attention that it wants. His fingers are still pumping in and out while his thumb presses on my clit. I’m thrusting my hips pushing his fingers in deeper. I can feel the pressure building. “Come on Yas, come for me, baby.” Those words send me over the edge and I’m crying out as I spasm. He moves back from me taking his fingers with him and I hear him tear the condom open. I’m still coming down when he slams into me.
Gaming for Love Page 12
