In Deep: Chase & Emma (All In Book 1) (20 page)

She nodded. She knew
what I was talking about.

“Athletes have to
deal with it all the time,” I continued. “You must have done it
when you ran in college. Getting yourself into the right headspace
for a competition?”

She shrugged. “That
was different, getting ready for meets.”

I shook my head. “It’s
the same thing, in competitions, in life. You can’t let your mind
run away with worry and negative thinking. You have to stay present.
Focused.” I drew a hand up to her shoulder, then slowly caressed
her silky skin. “In the moment.”

Her attention shifted,
following the path of my hand. I swept her hair to one side, brought
my fingers to the back of her neck, and started to kneed her there,
working out her tension.

“You need to feel
more, think less.” My voice was growing more husky, sitting this
close to her, with her gorgeous ass in my lap. I hadn’t even really
had a chance to play with it yet. I’d given her some massages, and
from what I’d seen of my sweet Emma she might like some other kinds
of play, too. And it might be just the thing to get her mind off
other more troublesome concerns. Nothing like blinding physical
pleasure to arrest her stream of thought and connect her viscerally
to the present moment.

As I stroked her neck
and shoulders, she finally started relaxing, breathing deeper, her
eyes half-closing. She looked so appealing, her pink lips slightly
open, her bra strap teasing at the edge of her tank top.

“I want to help you
relax,” I assured her, giving her a kiss. She kissed me back, her
hand on my chest, a low sound of need in the back of her throat. I
had a feeling I knew exactly what she needed.

“Why don’t you lie
down,” I suggested, guiding her around and down on the couch
face-forward. “Lie across my lap, like that.” I rubbed her back,
relaxing her back against the cushions. She lay down with her legs
stretched along one side of me and her ass directly across my lap.

She wriggled a bit,
driving me wild in the process as the little skirt she wore worked
its way up to the base of her ass cheeks. “Are you sure?” she
asked, giving me a glance over her shoulder. “I’m sort of in a
funny position.”

“Yes,” I soothed
her, running a hand down the small of her back, then over her rump.
“Just like that. You’re right where I want you.”

She sighed as my hand
reached the bare skin of the back of her thighs. The sounds she made
just about killed me, such a blend of erotic and sweet. She
surrendered herself to me so willingly, with such eagerness. She
needed a reward for being so good. But not before she took a little
punishment.

“This is a pretty
skirt,” I complimented her, smoothing the fabric down over her
upturned ass, tracing the hemline with my fingers along her upper
thigh, right at the base of her buttocks. She squirmed a little under
my touch.

“Now you have to stay
still, Emma, if you want me to make you feel good. Can you do that
for me?”

“Yes,” she
answered, quiet, aroused.

“Good,” I stroked
her ass. “Now we need to get you undressed.” In a swift motion, I
pulled her skirt down her hips, legs and off. I liked her habit of
wearing little elastic waist athletic skirts. They really allowed for
movement. And quick removal.

She gasped as I did it,
but didn’t protest. I’d already learned, she liked it when I took
control. By now she knew that when I did, I’d take good care of
her.

She wore lacy, feminine
undies. I admired them, caressing her shapely ass, tracing the
outline they made on the swells of her cheeks. She shivered under my
touch, wriggling a little in anticipation. I could feel some tension
in her still, but maybe for a new reason. She had to be wondering
exactly what I was up to. And that was part of the fun.

“I like these, too,”
I told her. “But they’ve got to go.” I got her panties down and
off quick, too, and then I had her completely bare, right where I
wanted her, over my lap.

“So pretty,” I
praised her, caressing her ass. “You’re so gorgeous. Do you know
that?”

“Um…” she
hesitated, sounding breathless.

“But I’m
disappointed that you tried to pull away from me when you got
worried, Emma.” I palmed the swell of her rear, swept my fingers
between her upper thighs, knowing I was making her wet, my sweet
little plaything. “You know you should always come and talk to me
when you’re upset.”

She nodded, but I
wanted more. Swiftly, I reached underneath her chest and found her
breast. With a light pinch on her stiff nipple, I ordered, “Answer
me, Emma.”

With a gasp, she
answered, “Yes! Yes, Chase.”

“Good.” I caressed
her breasts, brought my hand around to the small of her back. From
the shocked sound of her voice, I had a feeling this might be the
first time she’d played around with some punishment. Good. I didn’t
like the thought of her doing this with anyone else. In the past or
in the future. Emma was mine to discipline.

“Now I’d like to
try something with you.” She shivered under my hands, a blend of
arousal and anticipation. “Something I think you’ll like.” I
could hear her panting, see her hands fanned out on the couch cushion
as she waited for me to speak.

“I want to give you a
spanking, Emma.”

“What?” She arched
her head around, propping herself up on her elbow. “A what?”

“I think you need a
spanking.” I told her, cupping her firmly with one hand on her hip.
With the other, I stroked her quivering buttocks. “You’re so
wound up. I think you need my firm hand on your ass. Have you ever
been spanked before?”

“No!” she gasped.
“No, of course not!”

“Do you trust me?”
I looked into her wide eyes and she knew I meant it, on a deep level.
Could she trust me this way, to give her intense pleasure with just a
bit of pain sharpening the edge, pushing her to the brink? I knew it
took a lot, surrendering herself completely to me like that.

“Yes,” she exhaled,
quiet, but I heard her.

“Good,” I praised
her, stroking her back. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m going to take
care of you. But you need to lie back and let me. You need to trust
me. Can you do that?”

She nodded, biting her
lip, and then sank down again on the couch. The sight of her lying
there, her naked ass completely exposed, pussy already glistening
across my lap, it pumped lust through my body. I felt like I could
roar with power, grab her and fuck her senseless. But I held back,
restrained myself, and stroked her gently.

“Good, that’s so
nice, baby.” The feel of her quivering flesh under my palm made my
cock throb. “Now I’m going to give you your spanking. I have a
feeling you’re going to like it. But I’ll stop if you want. If
you don’t like it, you just tell me. OK?”

“OK,” her voice
sounded soft, not so much frightened as breathless.

Gently, I raised my
hand and gave her round ass a pat. Nothing hard, just making contact.
She gasped, her hands pressing against the couch cushions. I stroked
and caressed, soothing her until, smack, my hand came down again on
her other cheek, this time a little harder.

“Tilt your ass up for
me, baby,” I coaxed her, engaging her in her punishment, wanting to
see her comply. And I wanted a better angle so I could see more of
her pussy, maybe even smack it along with her ass.

With a moan, she did as
I told her, arching her back and tilting her ass up for me.

“That’s it.” I
gave her a harder smack, stinging her pink ass, and another, my
fingertips swiping along her wet pussy.

“Ah!” she cried
out, panting. My hand came down on her again, claiming, disciplining
and she whimpered in need.

“Yes,” I hissed,
spanking her harder. The more she liked it, the more I gave her,
pinking up her ass cheeks with the smacks of my palm. I could see her
pussy glisten and start to drip as I spanked, then stroked her tender
flesh. Intoxicated with her response, I reached in to coat my fingers
in her slick arousal.

“You like your
spanking.” I groaned with satisfaction. I grabbed onto her hip,
pulling her to me, keeping her arched up as I whacked her across her
buttocks, hitting her wet pussy with a loud smack.

“Yes,” she groaned
from a deep, guttural place.

“That’s it, give
yourself to me.” As I spanked her, her breathing picked up,
becoming a pant, and she started whining with need. “Now when you
think about avoiding me, pulling away, I want you to think about how
you feel right now.” I angled my hand so it came right down onto
her quivering, slick pussy. She cried out, arching her back, her
thighs tensing up.

“You think about who
you belong to.” I smacked her again, taking her right to the edge,
her fingers gripping the couch as she gasped and nearly sobbed. “You
tell me when you come,” I ordered her. “Who do you belong to?”

“You! Oh Chase!”
she screamed, her orgasm hitting her full-force as I thrust two
fingers up inside of her, pressing against her clit with my thumb.

“Yes!” I thrust in
her again, demanding more, more spasms of pleasure, more ecstasy
shattering her into sobbing pieces as she collapsed down against my
lap, her cheek on the couch. “That’s it,” I soothed her,
stroking her back, giving her one more gentle thrust as she shuddered
and groaned for me again. It was intense, coming like that. She’d
given me a gift with her trust. I wanted to make sure she knew she’d
made the right decision.

Warm and pliant, I
scooped her up and held her against me. She nestled in close, her
cheek to my chest, and I kissed her hair. “That was so good, Emma.
So gorgeous.”

“I can’t believe
how great that felt.” She spoke quietly, sounding shocked but in a
good way.

I kissed her, showing
her how deeply I cared for her, how much her pleasure turned me on. I
laid her back, gently, holding her in my arms. I only stood up and
away from her for a moment as I undressed and put on a condom. Then I
was back, wrapping her in my arms. She was so wet, slick and dripping
from her spanking, and I thrust right in.

“Oh!” She took me
in, all of me, and we moved together in perfect synchronization. Our
breathing, our moans, the slick, tight fit of our bodies. We kissed
and panted, grasping at each other, wanting more until we climaxed,
giving and taking, calling out each other’s names.

“Chase.” Her voice
was hushed and full of emotion as she pressed her hand against my
chest, feeling the beat of my heart pounding for her. “Chase, I’ve
never… I feel so—” She broke off and pressed an ardent kiss to
my throat, wrapping her hands around my shoulders.

“Me, too,” I
agreed, knowing what she meant without her saying it. It was hard to
articulate the kinds of emotions we were both having. But I was
starting to realize that all the turbulence inside me was all boiling
down to only a few words. I was falling in love with her.

Emma

We were on separate
flights to Rio. We didn’t realize it until it was too late to
change our tickets. Everyone was flying into Rio in the first couple
days of August. There would be no switching.

Megan and I sat
together on the flight, and thankfully she slept through most of it.
By now everyone had pretty much realized that Chase and I were
together. We weren’t broadcasting it, but anyone paying attention
could tell. Megan wanted to know all about it, but I felt such a
jumble of emotions I wasn’t much fun to talk to.

Yes, I did feel some of
the giddy, squealing “whee” you were supposed to feel when
falling for someone. Because that was clearly what was happening
here. I was falling truly, madly, deeply in love with Chase Carter.

But it wasn’t all
cotton candy and clapping hands with glee. First of all, what the man
did to me was next level. We weren’t just having sex. We’d gone
past making love. It felt like we were inhaling each other, devouring
each other whole. I mean, a spanking? Who knew I’d love a spanking?
That it would leave me shattered and quivering and feeling all hot
and bothered still the next day? And it wasn’t just because I still
had a slightly sore bottom—which I l
iked
,
by the way. How insane was that? I actually liked the reminder of how
he’d marked me, made me his.

Maybe I was losing my
mind. His kind of dominant, possessive sex, it flipping turned me on
at a crazy deep level. Beyond rational thought.

And I needed some
rational thought, because I was still officially on the blogging
train and I needed to get off. That was the other factor dampening my
joy, I hadn’t talked to Tori yet. Yesterday had been crazy, and
when I’d found a moment to call her she hadn’t answered and then
when she’d called me back I’d been receiving a sound spanking. I
had to fan myself at the memory.

The whole day today
would be eaten up by traveling, but hopefully I’d see Tori tonight.
We were staying in a condo together in the Olympic Village, so I
figured I’d see her, but I wouldn’t arrive until late in the
evening. Judging from her posts and phone calls and drunken emoji
texting fits over the past week, she might not exactly be in the
right frame of mind for a serious heart-to-heart. A threesome,
perhaps, or clubbing until dawn, but a conversation about my backing
out of a commitment, one on which she’d pinned her hopes and
dreams? That might have to wait until tomorrow.

But tomorrow I would
definitely talk to her and straighten everything out because I
couldn’t have it hanging over my head anymore. I wasn’t going to
publish any stories about Chase, no matter how positive, upbeat and
PR-friendly they were in tone. The only problem was the seven years
Tori and I had put into building a blog together, devoting hours and
hours of work into a fledgling endeavor we’d nurtured right to the
cusp of big success.