Asami makes korra touch herself

Asami moves another step closer, forcing Korra to tilt her head back slightly to maintain eye contact. Korra's breathing catches audibly.

"Korra," Asami murmurs, watching the way Korra's body tenses at her words. "If I told you to touch yourself, would you have to do it?" Her voice is gentle but unmistakable in its command.

Korra's eyes dilate further. A small whimper escapes her as her hands hover uncertainly in the space between them.

Korra's hands move to her sides as she struggles to resist the command, her body visibly straining against the urge to obey. Her breath comes in short, quick gasps, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red. "I... I can't, Mistress Asami," she chokes out, her fingers twitching.

"Please, I don't want to do this." But even as she speaks, Korra's hands slowly, inexorably, drift down her body. Asami watches intently, her own breathing quickening as Korra's fingers brush the hem of her outfit. Korra's face contorts in anguish as her hands slip beneath the fabric, her fingers probing delicately.

Korra's body trembles as her fingers find their mark, and a soft gasp escapes her mouth. Her eyelids flutter closed, and her head tilts back, exposing the graceful line of her throat. Asami watches, transfixed, as Korra's fingers move in a slow, rhythmic dance, her body quivering with every movement. The air between them crackles with tension as Asami moves even closer, her breath whispering against Korra's ear.

"Open your eyes, Korra," Asami commands softly, and Korra's lids snap open, meeting Asami's intense gaze.

Korra's expression is glassy with **** pleasure, her lips parted around shallow breaths. Asami watches Korra's fingers working beneath the silken fabric, her own body thrumming with the power of what she's seeing. The heat between Korra's thighs grows undeniable as her fingers quicken, and she bends backward slightly, her body floating weightlessly in midair. A whimper escapes Korra's throat.

"Please... Mistress Asami..." Korra gasps, though whether she's pleading for permission to stop or permission to continue isn't clear. Asami leans closer, close enough that her words brush Korra's ear. "Do you want me to stop?"