Korra doesn't want to stop

Korra shakes her head violently, strands of dark hair sticking to her damp forehead. "N-no, Mistress," she gasps, fingers pressing harder against herself. Her hips buck slightly, her body betraying her despite the words.

Asami smiles faintly, her own pulse thrumming through her veins. "Then don't stop," she murmurs, watching Korra's face contort with mixed humiliation and arousal.

Korra's breathing becomes ragged, her thighs tensing as pleasure coils tighter inside her.

"Louder," Asami commands, her words firm. "I want to hear you."

Korra's eyes squeeze shut, her entire body flushing pink as her fingers move faster. A high-pitched whine escapes Korra's throat as her back arches. Her fingers push deeper, her body quivering as pleasure mounts, threatening to spill over. Droplets of sweat gather at Korra's temples, darkening her hairline as her breathing comes in short, sharp gasps. She's so caught up in the overwhelming physical response that she can't even process her own shame anymore.

Asami's gaze drops to watch Korra's hips rocking slightly, the fabric of her outfit stretched taut over the movement of her hand.

Korra's entire body tenses as pleasure crests, her free hand clutching at the air. A broken cry escapes her, her fingers working frantically against herself as the first waves of orgasm roll through her. Her eyelids flutter wildly, and a fresh wave of red floods her face as she gasps for air.

Asami watches with rapt attention as Korra's body trembles through the aftermath. Korra's fingers finally still beneath the fabric, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

"I... I'm sorry, Mistress," Korra whispers, not meeting Asami's eyes.

Asami observes Korra's flushed face, her rapid breathing, the way her fingers still twitch inside her outfit. There's something intoxicating about watching Korra struggle with the conflicting emotions of pleasure and obedience, humiliation and arousal. Asami steps closer, close enough to detect the musk of Korra's release in the air.

"Look at me," Asami commands softly. Korra's eyelids flutter open reluctantly, revealing wide, dark eyes that seem almost too big for her face. Her face is still flushed, her breathing uneven.

"Don't be sorry," Asami says, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair from Korra's forehead. "You did exactly what you were told."