#subtara

“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.”