Pegs him

The heavy doors to Azula’s private chambers slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing like a **** knell in Sokka’s ears. His heart pounded in his chest, the collar around his neck feeling tighter than ever as Azula strode ahead, her hips swaying with a confidence that made his stomach twist. She didn’t look back, didn’t need to. He knew she could feel his fear—could taste it in the air like the metallic tang of lightning.

“Sit,” she commanded, gesturing to the edge of her lavish bed without turning around. Her voice was calm, almost casual, but the authority in it was undeniable.

Sokka hesitated, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He didn’t want to obey. Wanted to lunge at her, to fight, to tear the collar from his neck. But the cold metal against his skin was a constant reminder of his captivity. With a low growl, he sat on the edge of the bed, his back rigid, his jaw clenched.

Azula turned to face him, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, don’t look so miserable, Sokka. You should feel honored. Not many get to witness this side of me.” She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. When she was mere inches away, she reached out and cupped his chin, forcing him to look up at her. “But then again, not many are as… special as you.”

Her grip tightened, her nails digging into his skin just enough to make him wince. “Tell me, Sokka. Have you ever been with a woman like me? Someone who knows exactly what they want and isn’t afraid to take it?”

He glared at her, his defiance flaring despite the fear gnawing at his gut. “I’ve never met anyone as twisted as you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Azula’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Twisted? Oh, Sokka, you flatter me.” She released his chin and took a step back, her eyes roaming over him like a predator sizing up its prey. “But let’s not waste time with meaningless words. I have plans for you tonight.”

Sokka’s breath hitched as she turned away, striding toward a large, ornate chest at the far end of the room. She opened it with a dramatic flourish, revealing an array of items that made his stomach churn. Ropes, cuffs, and—most terrifying of all—a long, sleek strap-on that gleamed ominously in the dim light.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he stammered, his voice betraying the panic bubbling up inside him.

Azula glanced over her shoulder, her smirk widening. “What does it look like, beta? I’m preparing to teach you your true place.” She plucked the strap-on from the chest, running her fingers over it with a look of satisfaction. “You see, Sokka, I’ve always been fascinated by power dynamics. And tonight, I’m going to show you just how powerful I really am.”

Sokka’s throat went dry, his mind racing as she began to strap the harness around her hips. He could feel the weight of the chastity cage between his legs, a cruel reminder of his helplessness. His hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the bed, his knuckles white.

“Azula, you don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to keep it steady. “You’ve already won. You’ve humiliated me, broken me. What more do you want?”

She turned to face him, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that made his blood run cold. “What do I want? I want everything, Sokka. Every ounce of pride, every shred of defiance, every last bit of that pathetic little ego of yours. And I won’t stop until you’re completely mine.”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he instinctively scooted back on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. But Azula was on him in an instant, straddling his lap and pinning him down with a strength that surprised him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.

“You’re mine, Sokka. Say it.”

He shook his head, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. “N-no.”

Azula’s lips brushed against his ear, her voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper. “Say. It.”

“I—I’m not yours,” he managed to **** out, his voice barely above a whisper.

She chuckled darkly, her hands sliding down to the hem of his tunic. With a swift motion, she tore it open, exposing his chest to the cool air of the room. Her fingers trailed over his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “You’re lying, Sokka. And we both know it.”

Her hand moved lower, brushing against the chastity cage between his legs. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body betraying him as a jolt of electricity shot through him. Azula’s smirk widened, her fingers tracing the outline of the cage with a teasing slowness.

“Do you feel that, Sokka? That little spark of something you’re trying so hard to deny? That’s me. That’s my power over you. And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

She leaned back, her hands moving to the waistband of his pants. With a sharp tug, she yanked them down, leaving him completely exposed. Sokka’s face burned with shame, his hands instinctively moving to cover himself, but Azula caught his wrists, pinning them above his head with ease.

“None of that,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “You don’t get to hide from me. Not anymore.”

Her free hand trailed down his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his skin as she moved lower. Sokka’s breath hitched, his body tensing as her fingers brushed against the base of the chastity cage. Her touch was light, almost teasing, but it sent a wave of heat through him that he couldn’t ignore.

“Do you feel that, beta?” she whispered, her voice dripping with mockery. “That little flicker of pleasure, even though you hate me? That’s the beauty of it, Sokka. Your body doesn’t lie. It knows who’s in control.”

Her fingers trailed lower, brushing against his inner thigh, and he couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through him. She chuckled softly, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.

“Tonight, Sokka, I’m going to take everything from you. And when I’m done, you’ll be begging for more.”

Her words sent a jolt of fear—and something else, something he didn’t want to name—shooting through him. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could speak, Azula’s lips crashed against his, silencing him with a kiss that was equal parts dominance and possession.

Her tongue invaded his mouth, claiming him in a way that left him breathless. And as her hands roamed his body, he knew there was no escape. No resistance. Only her.

“You’re mine, Sokka,” she murmured against his lips, her voice a low, sultry purr. “And tonight, you’re going to learn exactly what that means.”

Her hand moved to the strap-on, and he felt the cold, unyielding press of it against his entrance. He tensed, his breath catching in his throat as she leaned in close, her eyes locking onto his.

“Relax, beta,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. “This is going to hurt… but you’ll learn to love it.”

And with that, she pushed forward, forcing herself inside him with a ruthless precision that made him gasp, his body arching off the bed as pain and pleasure collided in a dizzying wave.

Azula’s laughter filled the room, dark and triumphant, as she leaned over him, her breath hot against his ear.

“That’s it, Sokka. Take it like the beta you are.”

Her hips began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending a fresh wave of sensation through him. He clenched his teeth, his hands gripping the sheets as he fought to keep himself together. But as her pace quickened, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, he knew it was a losing battle.

Because in that moment, he wasn’t Sokka, the warrior of the Southern Water Tribe. He was hers. Completely hers.

And there was nothing he could do to change it.

“Say it, Sokka,” Azula growled, her voice rough with exertion and dominance. “Say you’re mine.”

He shook his head, even as his body betrayed him, arching into her thrusts with a need he couldn’t deny.

“Say it!” she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.

He opened his mouth to refuse, but the words caught in his throat as she slammed into him with a **** that left him gasping.

“I—I’m—”