Asami always wanted this

Asami's eyes soften slightly, something flickering in their depths. She moves closer, her mouth nearly brushing Korra's ear as she whispers. "Because you're beautiful when you obey, Korra. When you submit to me completely."

Korra's body responds visibly to the words, a tremor running through her. "But," she starts, then pauses, seeming to struggle with her words.

Asami watches Korra's face with an intent stare. "But what, Korra?" she asks softly. Her fingers trail from Korra's chin down the side of her neck, coming to rest just above her collarbone. Korra shivers at the touch, her breathing growing shallow.

"I—" Korra swallows hard, her throat working. "I don't want to be this. A... thing." Her words crack slightly on the last word. "I don't want to feel like I have to obey you."

Asami's fingers continue their slow path down Korra's chest, pausing over the rapid heartbeat beneath the silk. "But you do have to obey me," she murmurs.

"Korra." Her name emerges like a caress. "That's what you are now. My genie. My plaything." Asami's other hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind Korra's ear. The gesture is almost tender, but her words remain firm and commanding.

Korra flinches at the bluntness, her breathing growing ragged. A single tear escapes down her cheek, which Asami catches with her thumb. The touch is surprisingly gentle for someone speaking so cruelly.

"I know it's hard," Asami continues, speaking more softly. "I know you're fighting against this." She studies Korra's face intently, watching every micro expression.

Korra stares back, her dark eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. Her body trembles with conflict, caught between her instinct to fight and the compulsion to obey. Asami's hand remains on her cheek, thumb stilling the tear. Korra's lips part slightly, as if about to speak, but no words come out. Her breathing remains rapid and shallow, betraying her emotional turmoil.

"Breathe, Korra," Asami murmurs, her words soft and gentle. "Just breathe." She waits patiently as Korra draws in a shuddering breath, then another, her fingers still cradling Korra's face.

Korra's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tensing and relaxing with each inhale. Tears still cling to her lashes, though she doesn't seem to notice them anymore. Her hands are clenched at her sides, the fabric of her outfit crumpled in her fists.

"Do you feel better?" Asami asks softly, though her words still carry an undeniable authority.

Korra swallows hard, her throat working. "N-no," she admits hoarsely. Her fingers flex slightly, releasing some of the pressure on the fabric. "I don't."

Asami's hand drifts from Korra's cheek to her shoulder, tracing slow circles over the silk there. "But you're still obeying me, aren't you?" she observes quietly.

Korra's breath hitches, her chest rising and falling visibly as she considers the question. She nods slightly, unable to look away from Asami's face. "Y-yes," she admits softly. "I am."

Asami's lips curl into a pleased smile. "Good." She moves closer, until her face is mere inches from Korra's. The genie tenses but doesn't pull away, her breathing growing shallow again. "I think you need a reward for being such a good girl."

Korra's breath catches in her throat as Asami moves closer, her face inches from korra. The gentle pressure of asami's hand on her shoulder sends a tremor through her body, and she can feel the heat radiating from your skin, a sharp reminder of the closeness. Her heart pounds so loudly in her chest she's sure you must be able to hear it. She feels dizzy, caught between conflicting emotions - dread and arousal warring within her.

"I," Korra starts, her voice hoarse and uncertain. She swallows hard, trying to steady herself. "I don't think I need a reward, Mistress Asami. I just want -"

Asami cuts her off with a gentle finger to her lips.

"Shhh," Asami murmurs, her breath warm against Korra's face. "I decide what you need."