Strangers in the Night

Carmen hardly thought Korra was a hideous beast with her outfit on, but she somehow seemed to become more and more appealing with every new inch that was revealed. It took real effort not to let too much of her lust slip across her expression - she had to maintain the air of control, after all. Even with that, she couldn't hold back a gasp of hot breath, a steamy wind that blew over the nubile young filipino’s shoulder.

But then Korra stopped.

For a moment, barely half a second, Carmen was confused, thinking she might’ve overstepped some boundary and turned Korra off. That was always a risk - people didn’t come with an easy to read manual telling her what they did and didn’t go for, and oftentimes she found herself feeling things out.

The look in her eyes put Carmen at ease, though. The game was still on, Korra just had a little competitive streak left in her. That could be worked with.

”Then there will be repercussions, dealt out to certain body parts.” She stepped forward and gave Korra’s ass a firm, stinging slap at the bottom, then dragged her fingernails over it. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make some decent pain. ”Like this.” She reached around, cupped one of Korra’s breast, and gave it a tight, powerful squeeze...then gently rubbed at it and prodded the nipple with her thumb. ”Or this.” Her hand traveled southward, trailing over Korra’s stomach, going lower and lower and stopping just above the sacred space between her thighs. Close. So close. Only a couple of inches away. ”Or…”

Korra wanted to push her boundaries and see just where this game would go, and she got just what she was asking for. There was a resounding sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Carmen spanked her nearly bare ass before dragging her nails over the firm globe leaving white trails that faded to pink in their wake. Her victim gave a squeak and then a moan as her hips twitched and wriggled under the tolerable punishment. But the repercussions were far from over. A hand tightly clutched one of Korra's heavy breasts, now nearly bared by the sagging swimsuit, catching her off guard. A loud cry of pain mingled with pleasure ripped from the Filipino's lungs as her breasts distorted in Carmen's clutches. This was followed by a long groan of ecstasy at the fondling that followed, leaning back heavily against her tormentor's chest.

As her nipple was poked in Korra gave a low moan and a sensuous wriggle against Carmen. A shudder, visible and palpable, ran down Korra's spine when that wicked hand trickled down her body to hesitate near her womanly center. The captive squirmed anxiously, her breath heavy with anticipation. "A-and if I still refuse...?" Though she meant to keep resisting, her arms sank listlessly allowing the top of her swimsuit to slide downwards leaving her breasts fully bare and crumple around the swell of her hips, not far from where Carmen's hand lingered threateningly.

It almost felt wrong.

Here Carmen was with this young, nubile, beautiful woman. Holding her. Squeezing her. Touching her. The skin in her hands was so tender and fresh, and she could tell from the way Korra reacted that she hadn’t received this sort of treatment too often, if at all. This was rare, and the gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on her.

”Do you really want to refuse?” Carmen whispered the question into Korra’s ear, but the room was so deathly quiet that she might as well have been yelling. She could feel every tremor the Filipino’s body made, and they told the story her lips wouldn’t. She was playing the game well, but it was far too clear what she really wanted. Carmen would give it to her, too. It was only a matter of ‘when’.

She brought her hand up, but only so it could slip over the crumpled swimsuit around her waist. She let her fingers slide into the darkness underneath the tight outfit, feeling her bare skin now, getting lower and lower and lower...but still, not low enough to really touch the place Korra would want her to touch.

”How about this?” She gave Korra a sharp, quick bite on the neck, then ran her tongue over the marks. ”I’ll let you choose. I can give you so much pleasure or pain and pleasure. Which do you prefer?”

Korra's eyes lifted to stare up at the lights of the ceiling as her breasts heaved with each labored breath. Those fingers danced so exquisitely across her skin it made her yearn for a more intimate touch. The tips of those wandering fingers were close now, just a hair's breadth away from her glistening and burning sex. Her mouth opened in anticipation, pink tongue coating her lips with a fresh coat of saliva like a hungry beast. But then... they came no closer.

Before Korra could even complain, or even so much as groan in disappointment, she felt the sharp sting of teeth clamping down on the nape of her neck. Jolting in surprise Korra pumped her hips futilely against the hand inside of her swimsuit, arms looped idly through the shoulder straps. "Uhn! Nyaaaahn! Nnnnnnuh.... Ooooo, mamasita! P-pain and pleasure." A breathlessly she turned her head to cast a smoldering glance back at the Puerto Rican beauty, wishing she could see more of her. "I was a bad girl in the ring... and I want you to punish me for it." She knew this might mean her orgasm would still be further out, but her own fear and desperation where making the experience all the more intoxicating. Besides, if losing, and she did lose, just got her pleasure... she might start losing more often.

Carmen had to bite her lip to keep herself from giggling, as Korra broke into her little lewd - yet simultaneously adorable - display. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to just toss her on the floor and ravish this all-too willing slave, but she knew how to take her time. Restraint had its rewards.

”Paciencia.” She cooed in their native tongue. ”All in good time. First, let's take care of this little distraction.”

Carmen squatted down and grabbed the sides of Korra’s swimsuit, slowly edging it down her thighs. Her hot breath blew over the young wrestler’s bare ass, and she leaned forward to give a couple of teasing licks along the edge, trailing her tongue over the scratch marks she'd made a moment ago.

With the swimsuit finally discarded Carmen took a moment to walk around Korra’s body, letting her fingers slide around the soft skin of her waist as she passed. She kept her expression stoic and quiet, giving Korra only a few glimpses of her passion - a smirk here, a gasp there, a little chewing of her lip. After two full circles, Carmen stopped in front of the budding wrestlerette with her arms folded and an approving nod. ”I like what I see.”

Carmen lied. She loved it.

Korra struggled to maintain her still returning bravado as she was scrutinized by the more veteran wrestler and lover. After a moment she felt warm breath pulsing against her toned ass, followed by the teasing caress of moist lips that made her giggle audibly as her knees turned in in a girlish fashion. Standing now fully naked Korralyn felt all the more vulnerable and embarrassed, her face beat red as Carmen stalked around her appraisingly. The hand trailing around her stomach sent little shivers up her spine as the surfer's posture returned to a more self-conscious one with arms folded beneath her breasts and shoulders pulled forward.

Being eyed down like this made her feel all the more submissive and nearly extinguished her rebellious streak. At the words of approval a happy smile was masked by a confident smirk and gradually her stance relaxed though she still looked nervous. She felt like a schoolgirl again, standing in front of the class to give a presentation. And this time she was actually naked. Placing one hand upon an out-thrust hip she raked the other shakily through her hair in a gesture of "what's not to like", but her false confidence was obvious.

"So, what now? Do we start with pleasure, or do I have to earn that with a little pain first?" Korra was way out of her depth, but affected all of the false-bravado she could muster for the question. She managed to keep her voice from cracking or trembling, but just barely. She was dying for a little pleasure, but rather expected some pain first.

There was a real sense of deja vu as Carmen saw Korra’s cheeks lighting up, almost making her shine in the pale light. Try as she might, she couldn't forget her own first time, and how big of a mess it had been, how she'd embarrassed herself, the silly way she had tried to be a first-time Dom. This time wouldn't be like that time. Not for Korra.

The bravado was something she’d have to put down, though. Cute, though.

”Pleasure? Pain?” Carmen suddenly reached up and seized Korra by the chin, grasping her just tight enough to hurt a little and hold her in place. ”Who says I can’t do both at the same time?”

As if to demonstrate, she pressed their lips together for a rough, wet, wild, violent kiss. There was some pain, as their teeth clashed and she nipped at the Filipino’s lower lip. But there was plenty of pleasure as well, as their tongues slid along each other and she attempted to claim Korra’s mouth as her own territory.

Korra gave a soft grunt as she was seized by the chin, her face centimeters from Carme's as the woman's voice seemed to threaten and promise exquisite pleasure within the same sultry breath. Every word she spoke was echoed in her dark eyes that held the younger woman spellbound.

When the kiss came it caught her by surprise, only a tiny squeak escaping her lips before they were sealed with nibbling teeth and an invading tongue. Naked and vulnerable she let out a low, lurid moan into her lover's mouth. Her tongue valiantly attempted to meet Carmen's in kind, but was soon as overwhelmed as the rest of her, only able to twist around the probing muscle as it explored freely inside of her.

Mechanically her hands drifted down to settle upon Carmen's supple hips, fingers clutching at the waistband of the woman's shorts. Responsively her back arched pushing her breasts towards her lover and thrusting her round ass out behind, accentuating her curvy silhouette. In a vain effort to maintain her attempt at making Carmen chase her, Korra tried to pull her face away, but only managed to shake her head with a few half-hearted grunts.

Carmen had a bit of a dilemma, here. On one hand, she absolutely loved, everything Korra was doing. Her body was nothing short of stellar, and having its bound to her whims was an awesome experience. Carmen really and truly felt like anything was possible, and she appreciated her slave’s energy, the way she pushed forward and offered her body to be taken and consumed.

On the other hand, she was the dominant here, and Korra was being a bit too bold. She had to stay in control. Audacity had to be punished. Carmen was the dominant one tonight, and It was high time she showed exactly why that was.

She pulled away, slipped out of the kiss, but not before she bit Korra’s succulent bottom lip and gave it a good tug, digging her teeth into the soft, pink flesh. Carmen released the hold after a few painful moments, slapped Korra’s hands away, then pushed against her chest, forcing her back, back, back into the St. Andrew’s Cross on the far side of the room.

Carmen locked eyes with Korra, making sure the seriousness in her expression was seen along with the lust. ”Don’t. Move.” She gave Korra’s breast a rough squeeze, right before she squatted and started to bind her legs to the wooden posts.

Korra was loving every minute of this, new and intimidating as it was. Carmen was a gorgeous and powerful woman and Korra ached each time she felt that strength, or was delighted by the skilled affections of her more experienced lover. She gasped softly as the kiss was broken after a few moments of delicious pain and her hands were swatted away from those round hips. Sucking in on her bottom lip she stumbled backwards, hands crushing her soft breasts flat against her chest as she was driven straight up to the cross with a litany of gasps and grunts of pleasure and pain combined.

Her bravado flagged again as she looked up to behold the structure against which she had been forced. A firm squeeze of her tender breasts drew a deep moan rising to a squeak from her lips as it brought her attention back to her mistress. She was fixed in place by the severe look in the woman's dark eyes before she sunk down to strap her captive's legs to the cross. Fingers reached back to grip the wood behind the small of her back for stability as she watched the woman work with morbid anticipation. She wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen to her, but she knew she was going to like it... and she knew that she deserved every bit of it. "Y-yes, mamasi-... Yes, mistress."