#spicysavagedaughter

“I have a secret,” Katara says, her voice barely above a whisper.

She leans closer to him, her chest brushing over his until her lips are nearly pressed against his unscarred ear. Zuko holds his breath. He can feel her body heat, so close to his cock. If he moved his hips just an inch, he would brush against her and she would know what he had been doing.

“I was coming down here to touch myself too,” she whispers.

Desire floods his brain, images of her touching herself, the look of wanton pleasure on her face, filling his mind. A small sound—a fucking moan— leaves him before he can stop himself, and her smirk returns.

“Does that turn you on, Zuko?” she asks alluringly. “Or, should I say, does it turn you on more?”

Katara brushes her hips against him, just a soft roll, but her sex moves across his cock and Zuko really moans this time. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets his head fall back against the stone, embarrassed by how much this has turned him on.

When he doesn’t respond, she pushes him a little further.

“Come on, Zuko, don’t be shy,” she croons. Katara circles her hips again, grazing him once more. “I didn’t come down here on a whim. I know you were trying to be quiet, but I heard you. Talk to me.”

He licks his lips. “Yes, I was—I was touching myself.”

“And were you thinking of me when you did it?” Katara asks.

He can’t look at her. “…yes.”

Katara sucks a breath in between her teeth. Her fingers fist in his tunic, and he sees her pupils dilate a little more in the light of the flickering flames he still holds.

“I’ve seen the way you watch me when I bend,” she says. “In nothing but my wraps. Did you ever wonder if I did that on purpose?”

Zuko swallows hard. He definitely had, but he’d always told himself that it wasn’t possible. There was no way. She hates him.

Then why is she doing this now? a small voice asks.

Her voice is in his ear again: “Because I did. Just for you.”

“Why?” Zuko rasps out. “You hate me.”

XxBad_DragonxX: Now who’s being bad?

PrettyKittyKat: It’ll be hard to wait for Sunday.

XxBad_DragonxX: I know, pretty girl. It’s gonna be hard for me too. But I have some obligations I can’t get out of. But I’ll be thinking about you taking my cock until then.

PrettyKittyKat: I’ll be thinking of riding you. I’ve got to get some sleep, and I’m sure you do too. I’ll talk to you Sunday, handsome. Dream of me?

“Please, sir, please, I want to come,” Katara whined, desperate for Zuko to touch her.

She was tied up, hands bound behind her back. Katara hadn’t been very good tonight, but she’d tried, damn it. It was so hard to control herself when he made her feel so good. She was so wet, aching and empty. She needed him.

Zuko appraised her, his eyes trailing over the ropes crisscrossing her midriff and around her hips. He’d already finished, but he didn’t fuck her pussy. He’d fucked her face instead, and she’d taken him without complaint, her ass stinging from the punishment he’d already given her for breaking his rules. And she’d swallowed every drop, trying to show him that she was a good girl.

He brushed his fingers along her cheek. “You look so beautiful tied up for me, darling, but you’ve made me mad. You just couldn’t be good, could you?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m trying to be good,” she whimpered. She rubbed her thighs together, keening and desperate. “Can I come, please?”

The corner of his lips pulled up. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Zuko untied her hands and she fell forward with a gasp, her center aching for release. Zuko sat back on the bed, legs stretched out before him. Katara’s eyes took him in greedily, admiring the alabaster skin stretched over taut muscles, the swell of his half-hard cock, still glistening from her mouth.

“Come here, pet,” he commanded, and Katara readily obeyed, eager for him.

He cupped her hips and guided her until she straddled his thigh. Katara made a discontented whine in the back of her throat, knowing what he wanted from her.

His eyes smoldered as he said, “It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not helping you get off.”

Katara let out a soft moan as Zuko sank into her, feeling pleasure radiate out from her core as he filled her. She reached for him, longing to run her fingers through his hair, but Zuko caught her wrist and pinned it above her head.

“Not so fast, love,” he purred at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “You know you need to ask first.”

Katara could barely get the word out through the breathy pants leaving her: “Please?”

Biting his lip, Zuko considered it as his hips continued their torturous rhythm. Then his teeth flashed in a cruel smirk as he said, “No.”

Her lips parted with an indignant noise, and his grin only widened. Katara narrowed her eyes before she reached for him with her other hand, but Zuko pulled back, just out of her reach as his cock slid halfway out of her.

“Bad girl,” he scolded her.

Zuko pulled out the rest of the way before he exchanged his hold on her wrist for one on her waist. He flipped her over until her round ass was in the air. Zuko grabbed one of her arms and pinned it behind her back before he gave her other arm the same treatment, pushing her chest down into the bed. Then he lined himself up to her slick opening and slid his cock into her. Katara barely bit back her groan, her eyes fluttering closed as he stretched and filled her.

He fucked her, building up a fast tempo until she was a keening mess, so close to her climax. Zuko stroked his hand through her loose curls before he offered her ass a light spank, drawing a moan from her lips.

“You’re so good, so perfect,” he praised her. “Keep it up, love, be my good girl.”

But of course Katara couldn’t. She was too much of a brat. She lifted her head from the pillows, tossing her head back, knowing he wouldn’t let her get away with it. Zuko clicked his tongue in disapproval as he knotted his fingers in her hair and forced her head back down. But he was on to her.

Zuko leaned over her, forcing her hips towards the mattress as he released his hold on her hair. He curled his hand around her throat, squeezing lightly. He lifted her head just so he could whisper in her ear, “You’re being bad tonight, but you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” she rasped out, trying to be cheeky.