Page 107 of Rules

I groaned.

"I changed my mind. I'm proud of how you handled yourself. Especially knocking one of them out. But, Ruth, you were terribly reckless therefore, I think ten is a fair number. Count them out."

"Ten? TEN! Ten is a lot! Five would be more reas—Ouch!" His hand connected firmly with my bottom.

"You didn't count," he reminded me.

"What? You're kidding," I said, trying to sound pitiful until the next one made contact. "Two!"

"That's one."

"That's two. You already did one." I defensively argued.

"You didn't count so it doesn't count." He patted my ass. "Sorry Roo, those are the rules."

His hand came down again, slightly harder.

"Fine, TWO!" I yelled which only caused him to laugh.

By the time we reached five, I was genuinely squirming. "Five—I've learned my lesson, I really have, I won't work late any more."

"Good," he said, landing another.

"Six," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Come on, you can stop any time."

Seven and eight followed in quick succession, landing in spots he'd already warmed.

"Nine!" I yelped, gripping his pant leg.

The final swat was the firmest yet. "TEN!" I tried to move but he held me in place. As another swat landed immediately after. "Eleven! Why did I get an extra one?"

"A reminder to listen to me when it comes to your safety," he said, helping me up to sit beside him on the bed. His expression had softened, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I rubbed my bottom, surprised to find I wasn't entirely displeased by the experience. My skin felt hot, sensitive, and oddly alive. "My ass hurts."

Chuckling, Tobias stood in front of me and began unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine as he shed each piece of clothing. Soon he stood completely naked, his body better than I'd imagined during all those nightsof wanting him. And damn if that wasn't the thickest cock I'd ever seen. The length seemed normal and while that wasn't going to get him any BookTok contracts the girth sure would. Wowzer.

Sliding to my knees, I winced slightly as the lace of my panties pressed against my tender skin. I took him in my hand, having to use two to surround his size. I savored his sharp intake of breath as I leaned forward to taste him. His moan of pleasure encouraged me as I explored what he liked, licking, stroking and sucking. I made mental notes that cupping his balls made his hands tangle in my hair. That blowing on the wet tip caused his breathing to quicken. This was new territory for us and we had a lot to learn. I'm proud that I was able to open my mouth wide enough to take him all in. Although as time went on my jaw started to ache. I'm sure with practice I'll get more stretched out.

When he came undone, the power of giving him such pleasure left me feeling intoxicated. He helped me rise to my feet, only for him to reach behind me and unhook my bra with surprising dexterity. He tossed it aside, then helped me step out of my panties.

"On the bed," he instructed. "Legs apart."

"Boots?" I asked lifting a leg.

"Oh no, those stay."

I complied, watching as he positioned himself between my thighs. His fingers explored me first, his thumb on my clit while his fingers filled me. When his mouth followed, and he started driving his tongue in with his fingers it took embarrassingly little time before I was calling out his name, my release washing over me in waves.

As I came back to myself, I found him watching me with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

"Do you have protection?" I asked, suddenly shy.

"I have the best protection," he replied. "I had a vasectomy years ago."

"Really?" The revelation surprised me.

"One child was enough for us." His expression was open, honest. "So we took measures."

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