Covid-Era One Shots (Erotic, Mature, 18+)

Mask Play

Ashley was nervous. She was on her way to her first Tinder hookup since all this started. She knew staying away was the best thing to do but she had refrained for so long that she knew she wouldn't be able to wait another minute. She double-checked her phone and made her way up to the apartment number in the message. They had both tested negative earlier in the week, but their phone conversations had been few and far between, just to share clean test results and set a date. To her, Ryden didn't seem like the kind of guy to do anything over the phone. His instructions had been brief-- a time, a place, wear a mask, and bring an extra mask along. 

She took a deep breath, then knocked on the door of Apartment 223. When the door opened, she couldn't help but gasp with glee. He wasn't just hot, she decided, he was Hades himself. He wore a mask, but no shirt, allowing her to enjoy the sight of each supple muscle and the swirling ink that covered them. He seemed a year or two older than herself, but the light brown stubble on his chin made him seem older, more experienced. They stood in the doorway, staring at each other, and she couldn't help but clench her thighs at the desire, the need expressed in his glistening blue eyes. "I've been waiting," his booming voice echoed as she stepped inside and he closed the door behind her. 

"I'm sorry I know I'm a few minutes..." Ashley stopped, confused, when she saw him wave his hand for her to stop. 

"I place a high value on my time and you have just disrespected 7 minutes of it. There are consequences for that kind of behavior around here. If we are doing things my way, I will punish you for each minute I had to wait." Searing blue eyes glared out at Ashley, twinkling under their dominance, and her breath stopped as she surveyed the situation in front of her. He didn't give her a chance to reply, adding, "That is the way we are doing things, is it not?" Her heart jumped at the thought. Her past experiences had been so unsatisfying, so needy, and she had always dreamed of exploring this realm of activity but had never had the chance before. So she nodded.

"Yes, sir." 

"Good," he said, reaching down to take something from his pants pocket.  "First time?" Ashely nodded, clasping her hands together in anticipation. He chuckled, "Then I just might take it easy on you. Give me your hands." She reached out and he at once secured them together with a length of rope. He leaned into her ear and whispered, "At any time, tell me to stop if you do not wish to continue. Are you sure you want this?" 

Ashley thought of all the things she had heard about, and seen, but never experienced, and she glanced her eyes across the handsome stranger before answering, "Yes, sir."

"Then it is time for your punishment." He led her across the room to a neatly made four-post bed and asked her to sit down. Reaching down, he unbuckled his belt and began to fold it around. "Don't worry pet, I will take care of you." Ashley watched as he paced back and forth in front of her for a few steps and eyed her up and down. "Take it off, or I will." She began to wriggle herself back and forth, reaching down with her entangled hands to help remove her pants. When she had them to the floor, Ryden stepped forward and helped her remove her top, leaving her in the new lacy set she had bought for this occasion. Ashley watched as his breath hitched and his eyes darkened at the sight of her. "What a pretty present, pet," he told her, "Now get ready for your punishment." Seating himself beside her on the edge of the bed, he pulled her over until she was positioned across his lap. "Seven minutes, seven strokes. How does that sound to you, pet?"

"Good, sir," She spoke out, her knees trembling in wait. She braced herself against his knee, but jumped in surprise when his touch came not forcefully, but softly across her backside as his hand caressed her. 

"So beautiful," he crooned to her, "so ready." The first slap from his hand came as a surprise and Ashely jerked her body in response. Almost immediately, the hand returned to caress the skin. "Did you forget to count, my pet?"