Asami makes korra admit that some part of her wants this

The sweat on your skin slowly cools as you both catch your breath. Asami shifts slightly, propping herself up on Korra's chest to look down at korra. Her fingers trace idle patterns across her collarbone as she studies korra's flushed face and slightly dazed expression.

"That was incredible," she murmurs, brushing a strand of damp hair from korra's forehead. "You take directions so well, Korra."

Korra meets her gaze, her cheeks still flushed pink. A strange vulnerability shows in her expression—both relief and shame intermingled as she processes what just happened. She doesn't speak immediately, but her fingers tighten slightly where they still rest on asami's hips.

"You... you wanted me to obey."

Asami smiles, though her face holds something darker beneath it. She traces a finger down her sternum, circling one of her nipples lightly. "And you did. Beautifully."

Korra shifts slightly beneath asami, her body still sensitive from what just happened. "It wasn't... wasn't my choice," she murmurs, the words coming out quieter than she intended.

Asami's finger stops its lazy circles, pressing more firmly against korra's nipple instead. "Wasn't it?" she challenges, her gaze sharp despite her soft tone. "You chose to obey me. The lamp compels, yes, but you still made the choice to submit."

Korra flinches slightly at the word 'submit'.

Asami sees the reaction and smiles knowingly. She moves closer, her face hovering just above korra, close enough that her breath warms her lips. "Does that scare you? The idea that you might enjoy being dominated? That part of you craves it even without the lamp's influence?"

Korra's breath catches. Her fingers twitch where they still grip your hips, her nails digging in slightly. "I... I don't... I don't know," she admits, her words soft and unsure. The admission feels dangerous to her, like stepping into waters too deep for her to find footing.

Asami hums in satisfaction. "Then we'll just have to explore that, won't we?"