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The Need to Control	By : SapphoSynergy Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 4153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sun was low in the sky, almost hidden by the mountains surrounding Zaofu, when Korra arrived the next day at Kuvira’s house.
“Welcome back, Avatar Korra,” one of the guards said, opening the door for her.
“Thanks,” Korra said.
She tried to remain collected, but she couldn’t help but think of the fact that she was wearing her nicest lingerie under her water tribe outfit. A black bra with lots of straps, as well as crotchless bottoms. She had purchased it at the beginning of her trip, at an obscure shop in Republic City where no one would ask who it was for. At the time she hadn’t been sure whether it was for her liaisons with Kuvira or whether it was for Asami. But now she only hoped Kuvira would appreciate the lingerie she’d picked.
She walked through the open door, glad to be out of sight of the guards. She felt like they somehow could see through her clothes to notice the lingerie. As the door closed behind her, a figure walked out of the shadow to approach her. It was Kuvira, wearing her formal vest and pants again, this time with a gray shirt on underneath a black vest.
With a commanding look that made Korra almost melt into the floor, Kuvira issued her first order.
“Follow me.”
Korra wordlessly followed Kuvira through the house until they reached the bedroom. This time, the bed had been moved to the side of the room, and there were a few more pieces of furniture scattered around – a chair, a short table, and a strange tall post with a ring on the top of it. Kuvira turned around to smile sardonically, proud of the setup.
Korra remembered yesterday’s kiss, that incredibly sensual moment between them, and she suddenly wanted it again.
“Please, Kuvira, kiss me again,” Korra asked.
Kuvira’s face changed to one of disdain.
“Why should I listen to orders from you?” she asked, “And do I need to remind you how to address me?”
“No, Master,” Korra quickly corrected herself, “And you don’t have to kiss me… unless it’s what you want, Master.”
Kuvira’s face was impassive, but Korra thought she saw a gleam of gratification in Kuvira’s green eyes.
“Strip for me,” Kuvira commanded, “And then kneel before me.”
Korra wasted no time in getting undressed. She left on her lingerie, and she noticed Kuvira’s surprise when she saw the skimpy bra and panties.
“You may keep those on,” Kuvira said approvingly, “Now bow.”
Korra knelt down with both knees on the floor, her head lowered. Kuvira ran her fingers over Korra’s shoulder, causing her to shiver with surprise.
“I have a request, Master,” Korra said hesitantly.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to make requests from me,” Kuvira replied, “after you just forgot to call me Master. But I’m feeling generous, so I’ll listen to your request.”
With every word that came off of Kuvira’s tongue, Korra could feel herself getting wetter. Kuvira’s voice alone was enough to set Korra off.
“May I… give you pleasure tonight?” Korra asked, not daring to look up.
Kuvira was silent for a moment.
“You want me to get undressed more than I did last time. You want to fuck me – do I understand you correctly?” she asked.
“I want to use my tongue on you,” Korra clarified, blushing hotly.
“Look at me,” Kuvira ordered.
She slid two fingers under Korra’s chin and pushed it upwards until their eyes met. Korra tried to maintain the eye contact, but Kuvira’s gaze was too keen. There was a moment of suspense as she waited for Kuvira to accept or deny her request. Her heart beat hard in her chest, pumping blood down between her legs. Finally, Kuvira answered.
“I’ll consider your request.”
Kneeling as she was, Korra was so close to Kuvira’s pants. She was so close that she could imagine herself unbuttoning those pants and burying her face in Kuvira’s pussy. All she wanted to do was give Kuvira some pleasure. Doing it submissively would be even more of a treat. When was the last time Kuvira let someone touch her?
Kuvira must have seen the hunger in Korra’s eyes, because she added to her statement.
“If you prove your worth tonight, I might let you eat me out.”
That was music to Korra’s ears. She tried to remain calm, but she secretly hoped that Kuvira could see her intense excitement.
“Thank you, Master,” Korra replied.
Kuvira raised her eyebrows.
“Now rise,” she said, “Here’s your first task to prove yourself to me. Go over to that dresser and bring me an implement for your punishment. It’s your choice. Then step up onto that platform.”
Korra stood up, brushing her cropped hair out her face. She walked over to the dresser, her toes tingling with the anticipation of what might be on it. On the wooden surface lay several implements of pain. Korra recognized the riding crop from last time, as well as different sizes of whips with multiple tails. There was also a wooden stick, a bamboo cane, and a small single-tailed whip. Korra’s hand hovered over the implements, not knowing which one to pick. Which one would hurt the least? Which one would hurt the most? And which did she want?
Finally, Korra settled on a medium-sized whip with several tails. The tails were leather, about a half-inch wide, and they looked to be a few feet long. The handle was metal, probably hand-bent by Kuvira. Korra took the whip and walked with it back to Kuvira, her hands shaking. Kuvira took it and spun it around with her metalbending, looking it over.
“You’ve chosen well,” Kuvira said, a smile in her voice, “This whip can cause intense pain, but also great pleasure. Now step up here.”
Korra obeyed with only a moment’s hesitation. She stepped up on the platform where the post rested. She imagined that she was about to be bound to the post, completely at Kuvira’s mercy. She was right.
“Put your hands above your head,” Kuvira commanded.
Korra obeyed, but she was unable to resist giving Kuvira a cheeky smirk.
“Yes, Master,” she said with more than a hint of bold sass.
Kuvira gave her a half smile, which came across more menacing than cheerful.
“I don’t like your tone,” Kuvira said, “Do you want to be obedient or not?”
Remembering Kuvira’s promise to let Korra eat her out, Korra quickly snapped back into a submissive state.
“Yes, I’m sorry, Master.”
Kuvira immediately metalbent cuffs around Korra’s wrists and ankles. Then she pulled on the cuffs with her metalbending, forcing Korra’s legs apart and pushing her wrists against the pole, where the cuffs attached to the metal ring. Her ankle cuffs likewise joined to the metal rings on the edges of the platform. Korra felt fully exposed like this, and the breeze hitting her between the legs made her notice how wet she was. She also noticed that the bedroom mirror was placed in such a way that she could see Kuvira behind her, and Kuvira could see her as well.
She saw Kuvira winding up for a blow, but instead of a hard sting, like Korra had expected, Kuvira threw an experimental lash, testing her aim. The leather tails brushed against Korra’s back and ass. She shivered with the sensation.
Then came the strike.
Korra flinched at the sudden sting. It was unlike anything she had felt before. The tails seemed to apologize for the pain they caused, massaging her back after each lash. The pain was also spread out over several points, making it more of a pleasant sensation than it would have been otherwise. Korra found herself enjoying the sting after a few blows, even though she writhed and let out grunts of pain.
A few hits came that were a little too strong for Korra to manage, and she tugged against her restraints furiously. She looked through the mirror at Kuvira, whose face was a mixture of gratification and concern.
As quickly as the punishment started, Kuvira paused it.
“Your pain tolerance will be higher if you have some pleasure,” Kuvira said.
She came up behind Korra, soothing the marks on her back with her hands. Then she walked around to the other side of the post to look her captive directly in the face. Kuvira got a devious look on her face, and then reached for the back of Korra’s head. She pulled Korra forward as she leaned forward herself. Before Korra knew it, they were locked in a kiss.
Kuvira spared no passion this time. She pressed her tongue into Korra’s mouth. The forcefulness of it surprised Korra and sent an electric charge straight to her clit. Kuvira then bit Korra’s lip just hard enough to cause pleasure. Korra moaned despite herself, and she heard a short, deep moan come from Kuvira as well. Kuvira broke away, only to begin kissing Korra’s neck instead. The blood pumping between Korra’s legs almost hurt now. Her pussy was being neglected, and it demanded to be touched. She knew better than to ask Kuvira to fuck her, though. Kuvira might prolong her punishment out of spite.
But Kuvira almost seemed to read her mind, because she slid her hand down Korra’s tan-brown skin to her muscular stomach, and then past that, over the curly brown patch of hair. Korra shifted her weight, feeling Kuvira’s firm hand so near her pussy. She didn’t say anything, but instead she looked at Kuvira pleadingly.
Kuvira smiled and looked down again at her prize. She obliged Korra and slid her fingers between Korra’s slick folds, finding her clit immediately. Korra moaned, and her eyes rolled back. She wanted so much more of this. Kuvira started to rub with her fingers against Korra’s clit, causing Korra to writhe against her restraints again, this time with pleasure. Then Kuvira found her opening and pushed two of her fingers inside. Korra gasped, dazzled by the moment. Kuvira had fucked her before, but that was with a strap-on. Kuvira herself had never been inside of her.
“Does that feel good?” Kuvira asked, an unspoken demand in her voice.
“Yes, Master,” Korra breathed, “Please keep going.”
Kuvira pumped her fingers slowly inside of Korra, and meanwhile she buried her face in Korra’s neck and bit her just above the shoulder. Korra breathed heavily as Kuvira increased the speed. Korra was just a slave to Kuvira’s fingers now, completely unable to move and moaning at every touch.
“Please, Master…” Korra managed to say, “Let me come.”
Kuvira looked up.
“Not yet,” she said firmly.
She removed her fingers from Korra.
“Please…” Korra begged.
Kuvira didn’t acknowledge her begging, but instead walked back around Korra to wipe her slick fingers on a towel. Korra sighed in frustration, feeling the desire building in her once again.
Kuvira picked up the whip again and raised it. Korra closed her eyes, but she was surprised when the first strike didn’t hurt as much as the previous ones had. Kuvira had been right – the pleasure had raised her pain tolerance. Instead, the lashes only heightened Korra’s sexual excitement.
Finally, Kuvira was through beating her. She lowered the whip.
“You’ve proven yourself, Avatar,” Kuvira said.
Korra’s heart jumped. Did this mean what she hoped it meant?
Using metalbending, Kuvira unlatched Korra from the metal rings, but left the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Korra turned around to find that Kuvira was removing her vest.
“Kneel over there,” Kuvira commanded her, pointing to a spot next to the chair, “You won’t get to come until you make me come.”
Korra quickly knelt by the chair, watching Kuvira undress. She dearly wanted to undress Kuvira herself, but she realized that Kuvira wasn’t going to let her have that kind of power. Kuvira removed her gray button-up shirt, revealing a simple black bra, then reached to unbutton her pants. She let the pants fall to the ground, then removed her shoes and socks with the pants. There was a hint of vulnerability that flashed across her face, and she glanced at Korra self-consciously, then looked away.
She raised her bra above her head, and her breasts were freed. They were rounded and soft-looking, with nipples that were a cross between pink and brown, pointed now because of Kuvira’s excitement. Then she lowered her black briefs, revealing a patch of black coiled hair. Korra could hardly see her pussy from this angle, but she swore she saw a glistening wetness.
Kuvira raised her head, looking like she was trying her hardest to maintain her sense of dominance, even though being naked clearly made her feel vulnerable and exposed. To Korra though, she looked no less strong and powerful, even completely nude.
“Getting a good view?” she asked Korra sarcastically.
“Yes, Master,” Korra said, trying to keep herself from staring, “You’re so beautiful.”
Kuvira looked pleased with that statement, and she walked closer to Korra. Then she sat in the chair, hips forward, towards the edge of the seat. She took a deep breath, then opened her legs.
“You have permission to begin,” Kuvira said.
“Thank you, Master,” Korra replied, in awe at seeing Kuvira completely naked before her.
She reached for Kuvira, but she was met with her arms being wrenched behind her back with metalbending. She felt the cuffs connect behind her.
“No,” Kuvira said, her voice stern, “Only use your mouth.”
Korra leaned forward and gently placed her lips against Kuvira’s soft mound. Arms still restrained behind her back, she kissed around Kuvira’s pussy gently, worshipping the wettened folds. Then she pressed her whole mouth against her, licking firmly. She peeked up to see that Kuvira had leaned her head back with pleasure. Korra again wondered how long it had been for Kuvira since she had been pleasured like this.
Kuvira tasted slightly metallic but very delicious. Korra gave it her all, lapping while creating suction with her mouth. It was hard to do what she wanted without her hands free, but she made the best of it.
“Yes, like that,” Kuvira said, “You’d better keep going.”
She grabbed Korra’s hair, but this hold wasn’t gentle like Asami’s. Kuvira had no mercy. Korra yelped but continued using her tongue on Kuvira.
“You’ve been waiting for this,” Kuvira said, her voice husky with pleasure, “You whore.”
Hearing Kuvira insult her like that gave Korra more energy to keep going. Her tongue was starting to cramp up, but this wasn’t anything new. When her tongue muscles gave out on her, she used her neck to continue the motions, simply holding out her tongue. She increased the intensity and focused her attention on Kuvira’s clit. She was rewarded with a moan from Kuvira, a tug on her hair, as well as a squeeze from Kuvira’s legs.
She peeked up again to see that Kuvira had braced her hands against the arms of the chair, clearly having trouble holding it together. Her face was flushed, and her mouth hung partway open. Korra gave a muffled chuckle, pleased at her handiwork, and continued eating her out.
Now Kuvira’s legs started to quiver, and she let out a rough whimper. Korra kept doing the exact motions that caused Kuvira to shake, and soon Kuvira was bent over in a thrash of pleasure, her face almost touching Korra’s hair.
“Korra…” Kuvira moaned.
She shook herself free from Korra and pushed her backwards, her orgasm finished. Korra looked up gleefully into Kuvira’s exhausted face. Kuvira laughed a little through her panting, letting a little vulnerability through her dominant performance.
“Good job, Korra,” she commended her, still panting, “I think you deserve something in return. Lean over the table there. Give me a moment and I’ll be right over.”
She released Korra’s wrist cuffs from each other, freeing her hands. Happy with her work, Korra licked her lips, enjoying every last speck of Kuvira’s juices. Then she walked over to the table and knelt down, leaning over it and resting her arms on its surface.
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