Chapter Text
"Tenzin said I should learn humility," said Korra. "Have I not come to the right place?"
Asami looked Korra up and down. She was, unmistakably, the Avatar, from the dark whip of her ponytail to the soles of her Water Tribe boots. And all of her in between, hard muscles under the velvety bare skin of her arms, lush breasts and the confident flare of her hip; a lovely thing, certainly, but. "You can't be serious."
"Don't tell me what I can't do," Korra snapped. Asami laughed. Korra rubbed the back of her neck and looked down sheepishly. "I mean, yeah, I'm serious. Really, truly serious."
Asami sighed and dragged her hand through her hair. She liked Korra; she always had. If Korra never thought before she acted, well, she was trying to learn better. Asami wouldn't mind partaking in that learning curve. Or Korra's other curves. Experimentally, she put a hand on the back of Korra's neck and slowly trailed it down across her shoulder. Korra flinched, stilled, kept her head bowed.
Well. She was trying.
And the thought may have been unworthy, but it would be good to take something away from Mako. Something that he wanted very much.
"This really isn't the place to talk about it," said Asami. "Come on." She could grab one of Korra's pigtails, pull her along that way—no. Too much, too soon. Besides, Korra was following at her heels already. She ducked through a curtain and left the pounding music of the party behind, to be replaced by other sounds. Soft, desperate whimpering. Slaps. Screams.
Asami smiled, glad her guests were putting the newly-refurbished chambers to good use. The remodeling had been a little extravagant, maybe, and the party definitely was, but really. Now that Future Industries was a law-abiding corporation, what else was she supposed to do with the secret factory under her house?
Asami tried the handle on one of the doors, found it unlocked, and led Korra inside. The sounds were quieter here, but not muffled entirely. The room wasn't furnished with much—a bed with silk sheets and shackles, head and foot, a paddle and a couple of whips and coils of rope on hooks on the wall, a few low-burning candles on a table, bottles of scented oil. Basic stuff. Korra stood near the door, shifting from foot to foot, her eyes growing wider as she took it all in.
"Is this turning you on?" said Asami.
"Uh," said Korra. She swallowed, met Asami's eyes for a moment and then looked away. "Yeah, it is."
"Well, good." Asami sat on the bed, leaned back against the wall, and patted the sheet next to her invitingly. "Come over here. Make yourself comfortable. Get out of those clothes."
Korra didn't look away from Asami this time. Her chin came up in acknowledgement of the challenge, and she sat down on the floor to peel her boots and socks off. Her armband joined them on the pile, then she stood again, dropping her wrap and her pants.
And what a pair of legs. Long and lean and powerful, and it would only take some shackles and a key to have all that power contained, under Asami's hand. Her fingers twitched with the desire to touch, but she was in control of herself and of the situation, and she only smiled at Korra and let that desire show in her face. Korra shivered.
Her top came off next, and then the long windings of her underthings. Korra dressed was beautiful, but Korra naked was a revelation. She was not, after all, all hardness and strength. There were the soft, cropped curls of her delta, and the soft slight roundness of her belly, and the generous softness of her breasts, with large dusky aureoles and nipples that seemed almost painfully erect. Asami could see, in the rise and fall of them, the shallowness of Korra's breath.
Korra was always sure of herself, unquestioning. But now there was a question in her eyes as she met Asami's, submitted herself to Asami's approval.
Asami patted the bed again, and Korra walked over. She moved deliberately, like every step she took was a step in a dance. The air flowed over her body, sweeping up stray locks of hair; she was deadly, trembling, nervous. She stretched out on the bed next to Asami, and looked up at her hopefully.
"Almost," said Asami. She eased the fastenings from Korra's hair, and spread it out over the sheets with her fingers. The sheets were a darker black, but Korra's hair was silkier. She never wore it loose; in some ways this was more intimately shocking than Korra's nakedness. "There," said Asami. Korra made a soft noise in the back of her throat. Her toes twitched. "Feeling more humble now?"
"I . . . don't know?" Korra confessed. "I really want you to touch me now, though." It was almost a whine.
Asami laughed. "Patience," she said.
Korra rolled her eyes. "Yes, Sifu."
"I thought you were serious about this?" Asami's hand hovered right above Korra's breastbone.
"I am! I am!" Korra yelped. "I'm just—Asami, please . . ."
"So tell me again." Asami lowered her head to breathe in Korra's ear. "What exactly do you want?"
"I want—oh—" Asami cupped Korra's breast and stroked her thumb over the nipple, and it was just as soft and lush as it looked. And warm. And enough with self-control. Asami buried her face in Korra's neck and licked, savoring the taste of her. Salt, musk, something vaguely electrical. Korra bucked, and Asami thrust one of her leather-clad legs between Korra's naked ones, and met the eager thrust with her own. "Want you," Korra panted, "to have your way with me. Not mine, always too much of mine. Asami—"
"That'll do," Asami whispered against the hollow of Korra's throat. "You'll do nicely, I think." She rolled to the side, and Korra whimpered and twitched helplessly against nothing. Asami herself was fumble-fingered with impatience, and had trouble waiting till she had peeled off her pants before pressing her body against Korra's again. And she felt even better like this, against Asami's bare skin, the down on her legs and the slickness of her cunt, everything. She planted her knees on Korra's shoulder's, and there it was, the feeling of all that power beneath her, barely contained. She was quivering even before Korra began to explore, tentatively, with her tongue. Asami twisted Korra's hair in her fist. "More," she hissed, and, "harder," and that was an instruction that Korra had no trouble complying with.
Lightning flashed behind Asami's eyes as she rode Korra to her climax. Then she rolled off, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and sat panting for a minute, waiting for the warm ache in her belly to subside. When she looked up, Korra was looking back, wide-eyed, the lower half of her face smeared with Asami's juices. Asami ran a finger from the corner of Korra's mouth down to the tip of her chin. "You look sweet," she said. She continued her leisurely exploration of Korra's body with her hands, enjoying the tension singing in every muscle, and the sharp catches of breath every time she hit a sensitive spot. The underside of her breast—naturally. The slight hollow of her hip—who knew? By the time her fingers reached the inside of Korra's thighs, they were glistening.
"Goodness," said Asami. "You are a waterbender, aren't you?"
"Among . . . other things," Korra squeaked.
"You can show off your firebending later, dear," said Asami. "I know you're the Avatar. But right now you're just a girl who would really like her quivering pussy stroked, right?"
"I—please?"
Asami grinned. "Take care of yourself," she said. "I'll watch."
Korra bit her lip, and hitched up her knees. Asami sat cross-legged between them and put her chin in her hands. Hesitatingly, Korra put a hand between her legs and started stroking, moving her hips to the rhythm, her eyes fluttering shut as she quickened. "Look at me," Asami said, and Korra opened her eyes with a hitch and a groan.
Asami leaned forward on one hand, tracing the folds of Korra's sex with the other. She could feel the pulse of Korra's orgasm when she thrust her fingers deeper, even if she hadn't seen it in her face, or heard it in her strangled cries—not a quiet girl. Asami thrust a few more times for good measure, as Korra twitched and tried to clamp her knees shut, but after a moment she let Korra go, and scrambled off the bed to put her pants back on.
"Have fun?" said Asami.
"Yeah," sighed Korra, still puddled on the bed. "Can we do it some more? A lot?"
"I don't know," said Asami. "Does . . . does Mako know about this?"
At the mention of Mako, Korra sat up, looking less blissful and more self-conscious. "It wouldn't have felt right not to tell him. He thinks . . . all this . . . is a bit weird. He wouldn't even try—but he said he didn't mind, as long as I didn't get with any other guys."
"Huh," said Asami. "So he thinks this doesn't mean anything? What do you think?"
"I think . . . I'm glad he doesn't mind?" said Korra. "Because I really like Mako. I mean, I love him. But I was hoping that the sex would be a little bit more—he just treats me like a princess all the time!"
Asami laughed. "Oh, yes, I remember that. It's sweet at first, but it can get kind of annoying." She twisted her mouth wryly. "Not that there was much time for it to get annoying."
"Oh, right." Korra ducked her head and her loose hair fell in front of her face. "I'm really sorry about that, Asami."
"Are you, now," said Asami. It was a shame that Korra should feel bad about Mako's mistakes, but— "Would you like to make it up to me?"
Korra looked up, pushed her hair out of her face. "Yeah, I would."
Before Korra could react, or Asami could think better of it, she drew back her hand and slapped Korra across the face. "That's for kissing Mako," she said.
Korra's fists clenched, and Asami smelled burning silk, but there was no other reaction when Asami hit her again, and again. "That's for keeping it a secret. And that's for being a boyfriend-stealing slut." Asami bounced on the bed, and grinned. "There! Feel better about it now?"
"Um," said Korra. She brought her fingers to her cheek with a slight smile and a blush, and shifted her seat.
"I know I do," said Asami. "You did ruin my sheets, but you didn't actually firebend my house down, so good job. Maybe this isn't a bad way for you to learn restraint."
Korra snorted. "Heh, you said restraint."
Asami giggled, and ticked one of the shackles on the bed with a finger. "Maybe next time," she said. "But you know, the real restraints aren't here. They're here." She touched Korra between the eyes, and Korra flinched like she hadn't at the slaps. "Do you want to learn? Really?"
Korra's eyes were wide, but she swallowed, and nodded.
"Because you can't do it in a day," said Asami. "I'm going to need you to take off half a month, make sure no one's looking for you except for dire emergencies. Can you do that?"
"Easy. I'll just tell everyone I'm doing some training with my firebending master, and tell him that he should cover for me because I'm on a secret mission for the White Lotus—he hates the White Lotus, and vice versa, so they'll never check with each other." Korra grinned. "You learn a thing or two when you've got a society of humorless paranoids looking after you from the time you're four."
"Good," said Asami. "But you don't try that with me, understand? For the next fourteen days, you do everything I say, and take whatever I choose to give you." She shrugged. "Or not."
"I will," said Korra. She looked so cute and earnest that Asami snaked an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
"Why don't you go home and sleep on it?" she said. "Come back here tomorrow if you still want to. And try to look a little less like the Avatar."