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Sex. The room reeked of sex. Not surprising considering the sheer amount of arousal that was currently leaking from Asami’s dripping cunt. She could feel it each time her heart beat and her walls pulsed around the toy. Her clit throbbed and her nipples pulsed along with it. She was hyper aware of every breath, every wisp of air against her skin and her wife’s glorious hand on her ass, lightly squeezing her sensitive cheeks.
She was an adult, a grown woman in charge of her own highly successful company. She made millions of yuan a day, and yet here she was pushed in to a corner, quite literally, by perhaps the only woman alive who could deliver such treatment to her and get away with it…and her body sang the praises of such treatment with each breath, Avatar Korra’s hand laying claim to her body as easily as she laid claim to the world as she bent the four elements. Asami couldn’t help but shiver at such a thing, feeling the sweat beading on her skin.
Her thoughts were interrupted however, as she felt a painful pinch to her already bruised behind, making her yelp in surprise, going up on her toes. Korra’s lovely laughter sounded out from behind her, and Asami blushed, shivering once more.
“I believe I asked you a question, little raven.”
Once again, Asami shivered. Korra just sounded so confident, so self assured, so smug even, as if she had all the power here and she knew it. And, given the current circumstances, Asami was inclined to agree with that. However, that didn’t mean she was just going to roll over and obey right away…no matter how much her treacherous body may urge her to. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She made sure to put as much cheek and sass as she could in to her tone, despite how much her voice shook as she spoke, partly turning her head towards the woman behind her, and only catching a glimpse of her wife before her head was shoved back in to the corner once again.
“Keep your nose in the corner where it belongs, brat,” Korra demanded, her tone even. “And as for your attitude, we’ll address that soon enough. For now, just stay put and take your punishment like a good girl.”
She couldn’t help the shiver that raced through her form at those words, part of her immediately screaming out that yes, yes she did very much want to be Korra’s good little girl! The other part, the part of her that was still Asami Sato, powerful, confident CEO in charge of her life and her decisions, immediately tried to tell the first voice to shut the hell up. The resolution between the two was still pending. As it was, there was a far more pressing issue to resolve, namely the desire between her thighs and whatever Korra had lined up for her that she considered punishment.
Korra squeezed her ass again, and then removed her hand, and Asami braced herself for the slap she knew was coming. No doubt Korra was about to start spanking her again. It hadn’t been completely terrible, nor unbearable the first time, so she was sure she could handle another round. Her cheeks, (both north and south) heated and her breath quickened at the thought, remembering how the stinging pain of her first ever spanking had quickly run right to her clit and made her pussy pulse and ooze with every strike, a pleasant warmth quickly replacing the sting of pain in her ass.
So she waited…and waited…and waited, bracing herself. However the strike still didn’t come, and Asami began to wonder, growing nervous and fidgeting. What was Korra doing? Why wasn’t she doing well…anything? She could feel the puff of her breath still on her neck and so she knew her wife hadn’t gone anywhere, so what in the spirits was she waiting for?
“Awww,” Korra cooed, obviously mocking her. “Is somebody getting antsy? Didn’t know you were that eager to take your punishment, little raven. Don’t worry; we’ll get to that. But I have to admit, it’s really cute watching you squirm and drip like this.” The Avatar chuckled.
Asami groaned, part shame and part arousal, her walls clenching around the toy and stealing her breath away as they went through another set of delightfully torturous contractions, making her tremble and slump her head against the wall for support, the wall most likely the only thing holding her up as her knees turned to jelly beneath her.
“Somebody looks like she’s enjoying herself.” Korra laughed again. “Let’s fix that shall we?”
Once again Asami sucked in a breath and braced herself for a smack, tightening her ass cheeks in anticipation. However all she heard was more laughter, and then shuffling as Korra…walked away? Indeed it seemed like Korra was leaving her where she was. Asami listened to the sound of bare feet shuffling across the carpet. Then there was more rustling and some slight creaking that made the engineer wonder. Was Korra climbing in to the bed? It certainly sounded as if she was. What kind of punishment is this, she couldn’t help but wonder, her lips curling up at the corners in a small smirk. Does Korra expect me to just stand here while she takes a nap? If so she’s going to be severely disappointed.
At the same time, she shivered once more at the thought of standing here in the corner like a child in time out, ignored while Korra took a nap, only her arousal-fogged mind for company. How pathetic are you? She gulped when she realized she really didn’t have an answer for herself. Or rather she probably did but it was too embarrassing to think about. She sighed. Another shiver went through her body as a moan from behind her drew her attention. Maybe you’re just a horny slut?
She huffed a quick breath out her nose. The answer to that question seemed rather obvious given the circumstances. Doesn’t mean I have to admit it, she reasoned, pausing right after the thought hit her and groaning slightly. That was admission enough on it’s own. She braced herself against the wall and simply breathed, closing her eyes, the overwhelming sensations washing over her, horniness and humiliation mixing in a potent concoction that was robbing her of her higher processing abilities.
And then all thought ground to a halt as she heard a very familiar sound: a wet squelch unlike any other and a loud, unabashed moan from Korra. “W-what,” she questioned quietly.
Korra laughed, and then gasped, the squelching sound repeating and starting to build in to a slow, steady motion. “Awww,” the Avatar mocked. “Are you getting it now?”
Asami shivered.
“You thought I was going to spank you again didn’t you?” Korra laughed again. “Wrong. You would’ve liked that too much. I saw how much you liked getting spanked before. It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if you totally enjoyed it now would it?”
The CEO swallowed audibly, gulping.
The Avatar laughed once again. “That’s right. So instead, you’re getting a punishment far more befitting a brat like you. You get to listen to me getting all the pleasure while you’re stuck in that corner like the disobedient, petulant, child that you’re acting like.”
The moan that came from those ruby red lips was terrifyingly sinful, but it only made Korra laugh once again. “You like that idea huh? Good, because we’re going to be here for a while if your behavior so far is any indication.”
“N-no,” she managed to stutter out, surprising even herself.
“No,” Korra questioned, incredulity in her voice. “Are you seriously trying to tell me no right now?” She let out a guffaw. “Oh that is rich! It’s really cute that you think you have any right to try and make demands of me right now young lady, but remember that your cuteness is only going to get you so far. Need I remind you, that you’re being punished right now?”
Asami grumbled, frowning. No, there was no need for Korra to mention that yet again. It seemed to bring her great joy to mention that quite often, as she had for the last few moments. As if she needed to be reminded that Korra thought she was punishing her again.
Or maybe you just don’t want to admit it might actually be working, she questioned herself. She had no real response to that other than to blush at the thought, squirming as her body throbbed. Korra hadn’t ceased her self-ministrations after all. The whole time they’d been talking, the steady, wet sound of female pleasure had been emanating from behind her.
She’d be lying to herself if she said it wasn’t affecting her. No doubt just as Korra intended.
“I see you over there, squirmy,” Korra declared, the amusement in her voice palpable. Asami could practically hear her grin. “Is somebody all hot and bothered? Is this getting you all worked up, listening to something you can’t have? Is your poor, locked up pussy all drippy and clenchy? Your nipples tight and ready, wishing my tongue was playing with them? You want my hands on your body, my mouth and fingers between your legs? Maybe one of our nice, thick straps?”
Asami moaned again, shivering and clenching. Korra knew just what to say to get her all worked up. Damn her! Damn her and her unfair sexual prowess! It wasn’t the engineer’s fault that practically anything Korra did bedroom-wise was enough to get her engine going…and then some in many cases.
“Of course you do.” Once again the amusement in the Avatar’s voice was obvious. “You want my mouth on your little clitty, sucking and licking you off. You want me pressing you in to the bed nice and hard, putting you in your place.” Korra gasped then, in pleasure rather than shock as a particularly wet sounding squelch echoed throughout the bedroom. “Or maybe you want to ride me huh? You want to show me what a good girl you can be for me as you get yourself off on my body? You want to give me all your appreciation, show your thanks that I allow you to use my thigh or my fingers or my strap, anything and everything to get your slutty body off?”
“Guh,” Asami moaned, head leaning in to the wall heavily as her knees shook, unconsciously trying to rub her thighs together only to be thwarted by the steel belt blocking access.
“O-of course you do.” Korra moaned as well then. “You’re so easy, so pathetically predictable. All you care about is getting off of course. Why do you think…oohhhh…why do you think I had to lock you up?”
Before she could stop herself, she let out a brief, wailing keen, before biting her lip, cheeks heating with shame.
“Hah!” Korra continued to mock her. “See? You get it even if you’re not quite ready to admit it yet. You want to get off more than almost anything, but at the same time, you love being all locked up, your slutty, wet pussy completely out of your control.”
She whimpered, feeling utterly pathetic as she once again tried to grind her thighs together, seeking a relief that wouldn’t come…much like herself if she wasn’t able to get out of this belt. If Korra doesn’t let you out of this belt you mean, a treacherous part of her mind supplied without her input. She bit her lip, an embarrassed squeak and a bit of a jump from her body, sent her exposed bits, (and her not so exposed bits) jiggling and pulsing.
More chuckles came from her wife. “Of course. I’m glad you’re finally being more open about it…not that you have much of a choice, but the effect is still the same.” She laughed again. “Then again, if you had been more open about it from the beginning, maybe you wouldn’t have been such a brat earlier, and maybe it’d be you over here getting to touch me. Maybe it’d be your hands on my big, soft titties, your fingers in my pussy, your tongue on my clit. I know you love touching me, tasting me, making me cum. Ah!”
Asami made an answering sound of want.
“But that’s to be expected. What else does a sub want then to make her Mistress cum after all? To pleasure her? To obey her every command, fulfill her every whim?”
A frustrated sob ripped its way past her lips as Asami fought the urge to scream. How did Korra manage to cut to the heart of the issue so effectively each and every time? It was driving her crazy in the best, yet worst way possible.
“That could be you right now, little raven, if you had only been a good girl and done as you were told. You could have your hands on me right now, your face buried in my boobs.” She laughed. “Your tongue licking at my cunt. I know how good you are at that. But instead…I have to use my own hands, play with my own stiff nipples, caress my own tits, my own…throbbing…pussy and ach-ing cli-oh spirits! I’m cumming, little raven! I’m cumming! I’m cumming and it feels so good! Aaaaahhhh!!”
She could feel the tears leaking from her eyes, just as her pussy leaked all over her thighs, Korra’s sounds of pleasure slamming in to her skull like a runaway satomobile. Asami stood, and she shook, and she dripped, and she ached, and she listened to Korra’s unmistakable sounds of moans and gasps and squelching wet heat as she came, and came hardfrom the sounds of things. She trembled and clenched as she listened to Korra work herself through her orgasm, and only what felt like much later, come down from her high, sighing and gasping and moaning, all the time agreeing with Korra’s assessment and wishing that was her dragging those noises out of the woman she loved, her making Korra cum her brains out, her with her hands on the other woman’s glorious, glorious body.
After a moment, one treacherous thought broke through the cloud of lust and love and desire: I should have just been a good girl. The thought made her startle, head shaking like a spooked ostrich horse as she wondered where that had come from. As if you don’t already know, she countered herself immediately, the heat in her cheeks nowhere near abating.
“Fuck.” Korra panted slightly, before laughing again. “That was great. Part of me wishes you could’ve been over here doing that work for me. I bet you’d like it too. But I gotta admit you look really great in the corner like that. The view is certainly worth it.”
The CEO could practically feel her wife’s eyes raking up and down her body, hear the leer in her voice and she shivered, nipples and clit twitching and heart beating as she squirmed.
“Besides,” she continued smugly. “You’re the one being punished after all. I know how much you love eating me out.” Korra chuckled. “What better way to punish such a masochistic cunt like you then to make her listen to the very thing she can’t have?” Korra laughed once again. “Then again by your very nature, you probably get a kick outta this, Mrs. belted babe.”
Asami squirmed, cheeks heating, unable to totally refute Korra’s claim. After all, there was a part of her that really was getting a kick out of this. A part of her that she had only ever had the courage to let out alone, as she indulged in her deepest, darkest fantasies of submission to Korra. Fantasies that had now suddenly come to light in ways and at a speed she’d never have expected to be possible. It was all rather overwhelming really. She was snapped out of her possible spiral in to chaotic thoughts as Korra spoke again however.
“But that’s neither here nor there is it,” the Avatar questioned smugly. “Here and now we’re punishing a brat who overstepped her bounds. So let’s get back to it, because I’ve only cum once and I’m nowhere near satisfied.” She let out an amused snort, and then a moan as the wet pleasure sounds resumed.
Fuck, she thought to herself as she let out her own quiet moan, feeling the wetness dripping down her thighs, oozing from her center. How much more can I take of this? I’m already going crazy! And Korra’s stamina is insane!
“F-fuck,” she whimpered quietly, hopefully too quietly for Korra to-
“Having fun over there are we?” Korra’s tone was smug and self-assured as ever, the clear enjoyment ringing out as much as her love for the engineer ever had, while the slow, even sounds of her hands working between thick, chocolate thighs, building the muscled woman up once again, rang clearly throughout the room, nearly drowning out Asami’s own pathetic pants of arousal.
The raven-haired beauty scowled, but still didn’t turn her head, remembering what had happened the last time, her cheeks heating in humiliation. “A-as a matter of fact,” she retorted sassily, defiance in every stuttered syllable. “I am.” Letting out a shaky breath, she couldn’t help but tremble a bit as she awaited Korra’s answer. She couldn’t help but wonder if that had been the best response, but her pride had driven her to make it. Besides, the CEO figured that either way, however she’d answered, Korra would most likely find a way to turn it against her and twist it to her own purposes, the way she’d been doing, (attractively so) this whole time. Pale cheeks darkened further at the thought.
Korra laughed, hands never ceasing their ministrations, the wet “slip, slap” of fingers maintaining their steady pace between the bender’s legs, driving her ever onwards towards another orgasm. Another orgasm Asami would not be permitted to see or aid in or experience in any way other than what she could glean from this lonely corner, forced to listen to her wife giving herself this pleasure, while all she could do was leak and squirm. She moaned at the thought.
“Do us both a favor, sweetie,” Korra advised. “Don’t lie to me or to yourself too much. It’ll only end badly for you. Although…I guess it’s not so much of a lie. Your thighs are looking awfully shiny over there after all.” She chuckled.
Asami whimpered, rocking on her feet almost as if she had to use the bathroom, scrunching her head down, and hunching her shoulders. The evidence was clear and undeniable, her arousal streaking shiny slug-like trails down her thighs. Her body burned with humiliation, which just led to more clenching in her pussy, thickening the trails, and the cycle continued.
Unbridled cackling came from the Avatar. “Look at you. You’re so cute over there trying to hide the fact that you get off on this humiliation. It’s adorable.”
The CEO whimpered and wiggled again, making the Avatar laugh all the more.
“Ah but don’t think that being cute will get you out of getting your just desserts. You brought this on yourself after all.” The muscled bender let out a moan then. “And speaking of bringing things on…I’m cumming. I’m cumming again, little raven. Oooohhhmmmmmmmnnnnggggggg that’s gooooooooooood, fuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk.” The rhythmic grunting and groaning, with the creaking of the bed and wet slapping and slopping of an aroused pussy, accompanied her love’s second orgasm.
Asami clenched and groaned, nearly biting her tongue in sympathy as her body pulsed and throbbed in desire, hearing what it couldn’t have, going on just behind her, sending her own desires sky high. If Korra would only let her helpat the very least, it may have relieved some of this burn. But then, that was the point wasn’t it? Korra considered this a punishment after all. And it was turning out to be annoyingly effective, if the shaking of her limbs alone was anything to go by.
Once again, she couldn’t help but wonder how much she could take. How much longer can I last until Korra has me begging to eat her out? Her pale cheeks darkened yet further at such a thought, even as she tried to stay strong, shaking her head, the sounds of Korra’s further self-ministrations echoing in her ears. It seemed the Avatar was once again building to an earth-shattering climax, and quickly. Her thoughts were practically confirmed in a moment.
“You look so good over there,” Korra complimented, grunting in pleasure. “Corner time really suits you, and I dunno about you, but it’s really doing it for me here. In fact,” she was panting heavily, the bed creaking and wet slapping and shlucking noises intensifying. Korra’s breathing rhythm was also familiar to the raven-haired woman in the corner. She knew exactly how the other woman sounded as she ascended towards climax. And here again were the telltale signs of an impending sexual explosion. “I’m about to cum again, little raven.” She groaned, her prediction coming true a moment later as she moaned and hummed and grunted herself through a third orgasm.
Spirits, Asami thought to herself as she panted, the noises of Korra’s pleasure dancing across her ears, the scents of her sex tickling at her nose, driving her body to greater heights of desire, her need coiling deep in her belly and kicking at her insides as if she was carrying a child formed from pure arousal.
“Ahhhhh, fuck that was goooooodddddd,” Korra moaned as she came down, panting.
Asami could just picture the expression of relaxed bliss on her face, imagining the sight she had enjoyed so often, as that dark-skinned hand worked on equally dark skinned lips, the pink of Korra’s inner walls peeking out as she fondled herself, coming down from the heights of pleasure, aftershocks sending ripples through that goddess-like body of hers. The image made her moan, drawing more laughter from Korra.
“Slut,” Korra scoffed, amusement clear in her voice.
The slur was unexpected, but it sent a pulse through her body, every intimate muscle clenching and pulsing around the toy in her pussy and her nipples scrunching up even further than Asami had believed was possible. In short…it was doing things to her and for her.
Korra cackled, her hand clearly picking up speed a bit if the sloppy noises were anything to go by. “Awww,” the Avatar cooed, her voice patronizing. “You like that huh? That’s so cute. You are just the grand central station of degraded whoredom aren’t you?”
Another spike of arousal punched her in the gut, making the CEO moan as she leant forward, forehead against the wall the only thing keeping her up as her body convulsed in pleasurable shocks. Nothing like a real orgasm, but the pleasurable torture was debilitating nonetheless, her mind swimming with images of the depravities she could be indulging in right now if only she wasn’t relegated to this damn corner!
The thought was humiliating. It wasn’t as if Korra had physically restrained her here after all. All it had taken was a few words and a show of strength, and the same conviction Korra had always shown in anything she did, and Asami had acquiesced like putty in the Avatar’s hands. Asami had no doubt that if she were to even attempt to move from this corner, her wife would put her back with no amount of uncertainty and keep her there. And while this realization did make her a little grumpy, mostly it sent her body quivering once again…embarrassingly so. Korra’s strength and confidence was so very attractive after all. They were two of the reasons Asami had fallen in love with the other woman in the first place…her fantastic body went without saying.
“’M…’m not a whore,” Asami mumbled, face flaming red with humiliation, squirming. She’d cross her arms in petulance just to further prove her point if she hadn’t been instructed otherwise, knowing her other half would put a stop to anything she perceived as disobedience quickly, the thought of her easy obedience to Korra’s instructions inflaming her poor cheeks further.
Korra snorted in clear contempt. “Could’ve fooled me. You’re practically making your own lake over there.”
The black-haired woman whimpered in shame. There was truth in Korra’s words. She could hardly deny that this was affecting her after all. The evidence was far too clear.
“I think we both know I’m right,” Korra continued, breathing too deeply, and in too controlled a fashion to truly be called panting, no doubt a byproduct, (Korra undoubtedly would’ve taken the opportunity to call it a Bi-product) of her extensive bending, and otherwise physical training. “You’re the grand central station of degraded whoredom and I’m thiswhore’s Domme.” That drew a cackle of laughter from the Avatar, the bender clearly delighted with her pun.
Admittedly, the repeated comparison and further clarification of her status, (if only official in Korra’s eyes) made her shiver and leak and whimper all the more readily. You’re so pathetic, she chided herself, even as she danced and squirmed to Korra’s tune, helpless, almost like a puppet on the Avatar’s strings. At least try and have a little dignity, she halfheartedly tried to convince herself. Though at the same time, she was smart enough to know it was almost fruitless to try. There was very little dignity to be gained in her current predicament. Spirits help her if she didn’t at least try though. She wasn’t broken yet after all, despite the hanging threat of Korra’s promises to do just that, bearing down on her shoulders. She was broken out of her thoughts once again however, as Korra spoke once more.
“I don’t know about you,” her wife declared, somewhat breathily, yet swelling with easy confidence. “But I’m getting tired of this slow pace. How about we see how many times, and how quickly I can cum while you’re still stuck in that corner? It’ll be interesting to see how much you can take before you’re begging to be a part of the action.” She laughed.
Asami couldn’t help but whimper at the thought, body throbbing as she pressed her face harder into the corner. No matter how much she tried resisting, she couldn’t deny at least some of the truth of Korra’s words, and a part of her couldn’t help wondering how long it would be until she either fainted from all the teasing, or…much more worrisome, began begging just as Korra seemed to think she would.
Every breath she took was saturated with both her own, and the Avatar’s, powerful sexual pheromones, and it set her system alight with each and every inhale, lungs filling with the heady, creamy, honey-like scent that she loved the most in the world. It mixed far too well with her own, lighter, sweeter, more sugary scent that her lover so enjoyed. Her tongue was practically coated in it, a cruel facsimile of the other woman’s exquisite taste that she so loved to indulge in, and which she was so denied, stranded here in the corner she’d been banished to. It was impossible not to hang her mouth open as her ears picked up the unmistakable sounds of Korra beginning to pleasure herself again, her powerful hands clearly rapidly picking up speed. “Slish slosh” went the Avatar’s juices, and in and out went Asami’s tongue, veritably scenting the air like some sort of sexually repressed reptile, awakened from hibernation, and smelling a mate for the first time in forever.
She hardly even noticed when she started to drool, her eyes going slightly glazed, out of focus as she focused on the delectable sounds of Korra working herself over mere feet away, her happy grunts and groans and cries playing a tune that set her heated body even further ablaze. The only signs the engineer gave as to how aware she was, was to shiver and cry as her saliva made contact with her heated nipples.
The quiet part of her brain that had been protesting her practically self-enforced corner time, the part urging her to leave the corner and exert her rights as wife, woman, engineer, CEO and equal partner in marriage to Avatar Korra Sato, was practically silent, pushed down in to the farther regions of her sex-addled brain. A faint thread of thought was all that remained of her higher processing abilities, asking, how much longer this was going to last? How much longer would Korra be pushing her to endure this? How many orgasms would the Avatar force her to experience from afar, unable to engage, unable to give her, unable to help?
That same part of her mind that held information about life outside this room: about her company, about her friends, about the joys of mathematics and engineering, among other things, all seeming rather insignificant considering the current circumstances, reminded her once more, of Korra’s ferocious, (some would say monstrous) sexual appetite and stamina. How long would it take for Korra to be satisfied enough to take her out of this corner? Would she have to wait to see if Korra would exhaust herself and then sneak out when her wife fell asleep? It was a shaky prospect.
After all, as heavy a sleeper as the bender was, the two of them had always been particularly attuned to one another, and it had only increased as their feelings for each other grew, and the more time they spent together. Perhaps some of it could be attributed to their shared trauma, and the time each had spent caring for the other, but it was almost inevitable that if one woke, the other would be soon to follow. As stealthy as she could be, Asami wondered if she could evade detection, and avoid waking her lover, even if Korra did manage to, essentially, sex herself to sleep.
However, all of this debate was secondary as she danced the dance of arousal, body shaking as she practically hopped from foot to foot, in some perverted amalgamation of someone struggling not to wet themselves, (all while doing the opposite in numerous ways) chest jiggling and inner muscles clenching around that damned toy buried deep within her most intimate regions. Her body throbbed and pulsed in time with the concert of lewdness going on behind her, the woman astride the bed the conductor to their perverted, “shameful” dance. Not for the first time, through the fog of lust and arousal, a thought train made itself heard amongst the images of lewdness and depravity in her mind. One that, even as she listened to Korra crying out that she was cumming once again, her fourth orgasm since she’d begun this punishment of Asami’s, sung a sweet song of, Why not just give in? And not for the first time, she wondered…Why not, indeed?
“Don’t let your mind wander too much, little raven,” Korra spoke suddenly, voice slightly breathy, and snapped Asami’s attention back on to the goings on in the bed, her mind latching onto that one point, all other thoughts fading into the haze that her mind was becoming, focused on nothing but the pulsing need of her heated form, and the sounds and smells of the woman who currently held her release in her hands.
She moaned, and whimpered, making Korra laugh.
“Such sweet sounds you make little girl. And you look like you’re finally getting into the right headspace. I was wondering when this would happen, but sooner rather than later it seems.”
Asami couldn’t be sure what her other half meant by that, but frankly, she didn’t have the brain capacity to work through the problem at the moment, distracted as she was by current events, her mind pleasantly fogged, save for the sensations she was experiencing and the input from the dark-skinned bender. It was actually quite peaceful if you asked her, her usual myriad, if well organized and prioritized, bevy of thoughts not currently clamoring for attention. Some small part of her couldn’t help but feel her blush rising at the thoughts, or lack of, but at how right this all felt, drawing on her subconscious humiliation.
Then Korra was clearly working again as the wet, sloppy noises had resumed, the “shlick, shluck” of fingers working through a wet pussy, music to her ears, drawing out a moan of jealous sympathy, her caged cunt throbbing in time with Korra’s thrusts, the CEO almost surprised her poor jumping clit wasn’t about to simply jump right off her body with how swollen and needy it was, her arousal flowing around it like a rock parting the rapids of a fast flowing river.
“Fuck,” the raven-haired goddess cursed quietly as the sounds of her captor-lover’s pleasure assaulted her senses, legs shaking as she tried to rub her thighs together, while still maintaining the wider stance Korra had placed her in at the beginning of all this, resulting in a no doubt ridiculous looking attempt at pleasuring a pussy locked behind unyielding metal.
Clearly Korra thought the same thing, if her comment was anything to go by.
“Awww is somebody all worked up,” the muscled woman taunted her, obviously amused. “Is somebody’s poor, locked pussy all throbbing and needy? Is your poor clit swollen and red and hoping for my attention?” She chuckled warmly, grunting as her fingers stepped up their pace. “Well too fuckin’ bad.” Korra gasped in pleasure as, by the sound, she smacked her pussy, before shoving fingers back where they were needed most. Asami whimpered and squirmed, once again wishing that those fingers were working her over, or that she could at least be helping in working Korra over. Even that would bring some modicum, (the appropriateness, and irony of the word usage was not lost on her) of relief.
“Maybe if you’d been a good girl from the beginning, you could be over here between my legs instead of standing in the corner like a brat, leaking like a fucking faucet.” Korra gasped again, her hands picking up the pace once again, her breathy gasps and moans increasing in frequency and intensity. Clearly she was getting close again. The scientist’s hypothesis was proved correct not long after, as Korra gasped out in her fifth orgasm of the session, her moans and cries of pleasure beautiful torture to the denied woman in the corner. Standing and suffering and imagining the glorious sight going on just behind her was the most exquisite type of torture she had ever experienced. Unlike some, Asami never doubted how brilliant Korra was. She knew Korra was not the simple-minded, muscle-bound country girl from the Southern Tribe that many expected her to be, especially in her early days outside her frozen homeland.
However, even she hadn’t expected such brilliant sexual deviancy from the other woman. Part of her couldn’t help but wonder where she had gained such skills, as she seemed to know exactly what to do, how to do it and what to say to get Asami the greatest amount of worked up as she was currently. No doubt some of it was their long association and how well they knew each other, sexually and otherwise, but the rest of it…well she would be eager to hear that story, if Korra was at all willing to tell it.
Korra clearly had other priorities at the moment however, as she didn’t seem to be slowing after working through her most recent orgasm. Instead the pace seemed to be picking up again, the bed creaking, bodily fluids sloshing and gasps and moans ringing out. “Guh,” she grunted, the deep-throated huskiness of the sound making Asami moan. “Gonna cum again, slut. Shake your ass for me. Make that fat butt jiggle and put on a nice show. Do it. Don’t make me come over there and make you, though I bet you’d like that.” The bender laughed again, interrupted by another moan and a gasp.
Asami gasped herself, vagina lurching and rippling around the toy buried inside it, as she moved to obey nearly on instinct, that small voice that would’ve protested such an indecency, practically silenced by the sexual fog in her head. Her hips worked automatically, bouncing and swaying to the best of her abilities while trying to maintain her position, head planted firmly in the corner. Some part of her still realised Korra wouldn’t take kindly to her getting out of position. She did her best with the tools given to her, all the while whimpering, the humiliation of the act, and her position setting a fire in her cunt, trying to make her movements as sexy and alluring as possible. Some small part of her wondering if maybe she did a good enough job, her Mist- no, Korra, (she wasn’t nearly ready to accept the use of that word for the woman behind her just yet) would allow her to come out of the corner and perhaps even help give her pleasure.
And speaking of cumming…Korra was doing so again, her announcement clear and unmistakable, the noises just as clear, her cries of pleasure and wet, sloppy sounds, a clarion call to Asami’s own arousal, hiking it up even further with each gasping breath and cursing exclamation of pleasure, as she worked her way through orgasm number six. Meanwhile Asami was left shuddering and gasping once again, jealousy and arousal battling within her as Korra cried out her pleasure, her hands still not slowing. It seemed the Avatar truly meant what she said when she wanted to see how many times she could cum. She didn’t seem to be slowing down, and not for the first time, Asami was once again wondering how much longer she’d have to endure all of this. How much more could she possibly take before she broke and gave Korra what she wanted? Korra didn’t seem to share her worries, as she called out moments later that she was cumming once again. Number seven.
Pushing her face harder into the corner, Asami could only moan and whimper, hips jerking erratically as she did her best to put on a lewd show for the woman who held the key to her heart and her release, the fog descending in her mind once again, warmth in her chest and in her loins as Korra’s pleasure once more became practically the sole focus of her existence, even as each movement of her hips jerked and bounced the toy in her insides, the metal bumping and grinding against her sensitive inner walls, slipping and sliding against her sweet spots, sending contractions of taunting pleasure through her system.
With her mind filled such with fog, a haze of arousal in her system, she would’ve missed Korra’s exclamations that she was cumming, if she hadn’t been so focused on it, the orgasms hitting her captor-wife rapid fire as she came again, and then again, and a third time, crying out in repeated pleasure, the room echoing with her shouts and the smell no doubt ingraining itself within the very walls themselves at this point. Whatever small part of her that was currently keeping track of such things, provided the number ten. Ten times Korra had cum. Ten times as she sat in the corner like a child, and performed like a whore for the woman who claimed to own her.
It was unfair and horrible and oh so degradingly, wonderfully, arousing. Korra seemed to agree.
“You look like a fucking whore,” the Avatar declared breathily, laughing at her even as she panted, recovering from the slew of orgasms she’d just assaulted herself with. “Though I gotta admit, it’s a good look for you.” She laughed again. “Look at you over there, still shaking your ass around and just begging for somebody to come and fuck you. You can stop jiggling your bits around now, as much as I wouldn’t complain if you kept going. However, probably best if you stop now. This is all about teaching you to follow directions after all.” More laughter came from the Avatar. “Besides, don’t you want your reward?”
It took an embarrassing amount of effort for her to actually still the movements of her hips once Korra’s words had registered, whimpering at the loss of motion that had been grinding the toy around her insides so gloriously. Her tippy-toeing around was producing squelching sounds from the carpet now, and she could only imagine the state of the spot she was standing in, not to mention the state of their sheets after Korra’s marathon pleasure session. But at the moment, her focus had been drawn by something else, as even as her hips subtly jerked and shuddered, the desire to return to her bumping and shaking, and the aftershocks of the pleasure tingling up her spine, her brain zeroed in on a single word that had come out of her lover’s mouth.
“R-reward?” Her voice croaked and cracked, throat embarrassingly dry despite the amount she had drooled all over herself.
Korra laughed heartily at that, clearly enjoying herself a great deal, sending another surge of heat through the engineer’s body. “That’s right,” the bender agreed, almost pitching her voice as if she were speaking to a child, another flush spreading across the non-bender’s skin, humiliation spreading once more at the treatment. “You were such a good girl taking your punishment like that, and listening to my directions. And after all,” Asami shuddered at the tone, now suddenly so much lower and huskier, arousal clear in every syllable. “Just like bad girls who misbehave deserve to be punished…don’t good girls deserve a reward?”
The poor aroused, and abused CEO couldn’t help it. A pathetic wail of arousal escaped her mouth, eyes clenching, body spasming around the toy, her arousal kicked up to new and further heights she thought to be impossible at one time. Her mind raced. After all, with a mind that could come up with such brutal, yet embarrassingly effective, punishments such as this, Asami could only imagine what constituted a reward in the eyes of the woman she loved. She shuddered, a small part of her hoping against hope that it would be getting out of this damned chastity belt, though with Korra’s earlier assertions…that didn’t seem to be too likely a prospect just yet. But still, a girl could dream couldn’t she?
“I asked you a question, bitch,” Korra barked suddenly, snapping her fingers, tone harsh, making Asami jump. For a moment, she struggled to remember what she’d been asked, before realization struck.
“Y-yes,” she mumbled, hoping that would suffice, and yet knowing better at the same time.
“I can’t hear you,” the Avatar insisted. “Answer the question loudly and clearly, or do you want another punishment?”
Her chest clenched at the thought even at the same time her pussy clenched just as hard. “N-no!” She coughed.
“No what?” Korra’s tone was still harsh and demanding.
“No I don’t want another punishment…please.” Her cheeks were aflame.
The muscled woman laughed, her tone returning to its previous relaxed, congenial nature. “Good. I see you’re learning, or at least you’re starting to. Now answer my first question please before I come over there and make you.”
Another jump to her chest and pulse in her groin accompanied Korra’s words, and she whimpered. “Y-yes,” she croaked out louder.
“Yes what?” She could practically hear the raised eyebrow in the shorter woman’s words.
“Y-yes, good girls…good girls deserve rewards!” She tried to get the words out as quickly as possible without slurring. Undoubtedly a slurred response would not meet Korra’s standards and she would be forced to repeat herself, or endure some other, increasingly humiliating punishment session to regain Korra’s pleasure. She wanted to spare herself that embarrassment at least. Her answers were already adding enough as it was.
Once again laughter came from the lounging woman. She could practically hear the smirk in Korra’s words as she spoke mockingly, “Well I’m glad you agree with me. See? You can learn after all, with the right teacher. You really can learn to be my good girl. I have faith in you.”
Asami moaned out, loudly at the thought, hardly able to bear thinking such a thing, desire and pride at war within her naked, belted body. Korra’s words were doing such wonderful, cruel things to her poor body, and heart.
“Such a fucking slut.” Korra laughed, making Asami whimper again. “Now, turn around.”
Whipping around, embarrassingly fast, nearly skating on the pool of arousal she’d soaked into the carpet at her feet, Asami’s breath caught at the sight of her love reposed comfortably on their bed, gloriously naked, sweaty, disheveled, a huge wet stain between gloriously muscled legs confirming her earlier suspicions about the state of their sheets. Unable to do anything but stand there, staring, she swallowed, her throat dry, eyes glued to the erotic sight before her.
“Good,” Korra chuckled once again. Lying there in her unfair attractiveness, beauty and sexual allure radiating from her sweat-slicked, cum-smelling, goddess-like body, her right knee was casually bent up, right wrist supported atop it, hand hanging casually, while her left arm was up behind her head, just as casually supporting her head up against the pillows.
Asami could’ve sworn her heart stopped for a few seconds at the sight, no matter how many times she’d had the privilege of seeing the Avatar in such a state, her nude form, muscles rippling and radiating sheer confidence and sexuality, never failed to steal her breath away more effectively than any airbending ever could.
“Now then,” the Water Tribe woman smirked at her, biting her lip just a smidge in a way that sent another pulse through the pale-skinned beauty’s form. Casually, yet oh so elegantly, Korra lifted her right foot, her delectable leg straight and strong, hovering in the air in a most attractive manner, and ever so slowly moved it aside, bracing her foot on the bed once more, revealing her center, clit erect, puffy lips splayed open, and absolutely drenched in Korra’s sweet, musky cum, and looking as absolutely irresistible as the rest of her.
Asami stared unblinking, and wanting, as Korra smirked at her, before continuing, as casually as if one were talking about the weather, and yet with all the easy authority she possessed, both as the Avatar, and as Asami’s delectably strong wife, with, “Come and get your reward.” She winked, crooking two fingers in invitation, which Asami’s sex-addled mind automatically inserted new meaning into entirely.
Asami needed no further invitation. She moved.