Asami reveals her intentions

Asami studies her face, watching the residual tremors of Korra's release still running through her body. Korra's outfit is slightly rumpled now, clinging to the damp patches beneath her arms and between her thighs.

"You're mine now, Korra," Asami says, each word deliberate. She speaks with quiet authority. "My genie."

Korra's breath catches at the claim, her fingers stilling against the fabric covering her stomach. She gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, unable to speak. Asami watches the rapid pulse in Korra's throat as she swallows hard, her expression revealing a mix of dread and **** desire.

"Say it," Asami commands softly. She doesn't move closer, but she speaks quietly enough that Korra must strain to hear, forcing the genie to lean slightly toward her.

Korra's gaze drops to the floor for a moment before she forces herself to look back up. "I... I'm yours, Mistress Asami," she murmurs.

The words leave her in a husky whisper, her body quivering with the enormity of what she's saying. Her fingers tighten slightly on the fabric covering her stomach, as if needing something solid to hold onto.

Asami studies her face, satisfaction evident in the slight curve of her smile. She reaches out, grasping Korra's chin gently between her fingers and thumb. Korra stiffens slightly at the contact, but doesn't pull away.

"Good girl," Asami murmurs. The praise settles between them like warm velvet. Korra's breath catches, her pupils dilating at the simple words.

Asami's thumb traces the line of Korra's jaw, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath delicate skin.

Korra's lips part slightly, a small whimper escaping as asami's thumb strokes her face. She leans unconsciously into her touch, her body betraying her despite the conflict in her expression.

"Mistress Asami..." she breathes, the words emerging soft and uncertain.

"Yes?" Asami prompts, her fingers still cradling Korra's chin.

Korra's eyelids flutter closed for a moment before opening again.

Korra draws a shaky breath, struggling to voice her thoughts. "I don't understand," she admits quietly, her gaze flickering between asami's, her emotions conflicted. "How can you want this? Want me like this?"