Asami makes her beg

"Then beg properly," Asami commands, reaching between korra's thighs to rub slow circles around her clit with her thumb.

Korra's back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. "Please, Mistress! Let me come! I need it so badly!"

Asami smiles cruelly, continuing her merciless teasing. "Beg more sweetly than that. Tell me how much you need it. How good I make you feel." Her thumb presses harder against her clit, alternating between gentle circles and firm pressure.

Korra whimpers, her entire body shaking with need. "Please, Mistress! You feel so good! I've never felt anything like this before! I need to come so badly! Please let me, I'll do anything, anything at all! I need it more than anything in the world!" Her hips buck frantically, searching for more friction as she teeters on the edge.

Asami's eyes darken with satisfaction at korra's **** pleas.

"Such a good girl," she purrs, finally increasing her pace. Her thumb presses down hard on her clit, her hips rolling with every thrust. "Come for me, Korra. Show me how much you love being mine."

The coil in Korra's belly snaps, intense pleasure overwhelming her. She cries out asami's name as she comes, her cock pulsing inside asami as intense waves of ecstasy crash over her. Asami rides her through the aftershocks, her own orgasm following soon after as she clenches around korra's cock. Korra lies gasping, her body twitching with aftershocks as Asami collapses onto her chest, her breath coming in quick pants.