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The boardroom was too cold. The air conditioning hummed just beneath the sound of voices droning around the long glass table, but Asami barely noticed. Her focus was locked on the massive screen at the front, where the latest quarterly projections were displayed in pristine color-coded charts. Deadlines. Budgets. Expansion targets. Numbers that once excited her now felt like a weight on her spine.
Across the table, three senior executives stared at her like she already had the answer. Her assistant typed quietly beside her, anticipating the next slide change. The regional director was in mid-sentence, explaining a supply chain delay that could set their launch back another six weeks, unless Asami approved an immediate shift in strategy.
All eyes turned to her.
“Asami?” the director prompted, carefully neutral.
She blinked once, just enough to break her thoughts, then straightened her posture. “We’ll push up the West sector’s supplier and reroute priority to the East. I’ll call in a favor with Mr. Tanaka. We can’t afford another delay.”
The room nodded. Pens scribbled. Her assistant highlighted the action point.
She didn’t even flinch. She never let them see her flinch.
She was Asami Sato. The CEO. Always calm, composed, and in control.
The meeting continued with more timelines and even more expectations. More people waiting on her to have the answers, the plans, the decisions. Even when someone else spoke, they always glanced her way, silently gauging her reactions, measuring their confidence against hers.
She noticed it more and more these days. The way everyone seemed to treat her like she was something above them, like she was someone untouchable. They didn’t just expect her to deliver. They trusted her to fix it all—the missing figures, the broken schedules, the looming deadlines.
They expected her to never falter.
As the meeting rolled on, Asami felt the pressure press deeper into her shoulders, like the tailored blazer she wore was cut from iron. Her pen twitched in her fingers. She forced herself to nod, to speak when needed, to close the meeting with practiced confidence.
Once the room was empty, she was left alone with her reflection on the dark screen.
And what she saw was someone powerful. Someone poised to take on the world.
She exhaled slowly through her nose and rose from the chair, smoothing the hem of her blazer as she prepared to return to her office for another hour of combing through reports. At least there, she’d have peace.
Or so she thought.
As Asami walked down the hall, the low murmur of conversation floated from the break area. Normally, she didn’t mind a little chatter during office hours. People needed to decompress, after all. But something in the tone caught her attention today. They were casual and curious, almost gossipy.
She slowed her steps, pretending to scroll through her phone, and angled closer.
“Do you think Ms. Sato’s like that in the bedroom?” a young omega man, judging by the cadence, whispered.
“Like what?” came a reply, feminine, equally hushed.
“You know… in control. The way she walks and talks, she’s definitely the one in charge. I bet she pins her partner down and makes them beg.”
The girl gave a breathy laugh. “Ugh, can you imagine? That’s so hot. Like an omega dominatrix.”
“Exactly.”
Asami’s cheeks flared red.
She was so surprised that her employees were openly discussing her sex life. In the hallway. During work. Should she say something? Reprimand them? She probably should.
But if she did… they’d know she’d heard. And worse, she might blurt something out. Something that would absolutely not help her reputation.
Like how wrong they were.
Because when she got home, when the door shut behind her, and the heels came off, and she was no longer Ms. Sato, CEO of Future Industries. She was just Asami, an omega who wanted nothing more than to be taken care of by her alpha.
She wanted to be undone by her alpha.
She wanted to kneel. To beg. To be taken apart, inch by inch, until all that poise and polish shattered beneath Korra’s voice, Korra’s hands, Korra’s cock. At home, she didn’t want to be the one in control.
She wanted to hand over the reins.
To be used. Ruined. To be called names no one would ever dare speak to her face, names only her alpha had permission to whisper while making her fall apart.
Gods, how she wanted it.
The moment the hallway cleared, Asami quickened her pace, heels clacking sharply as she rushed to her office. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the door. She shut it behind her a little too hard, heart racing, but not from the exertion. The images storming through her mind were filthy. Her clit throbbed with every step, and by the time she sank into her chair, her panties were soaked.
The reports sat untouched on her desk.
Instead, she opened a blank document.
And began to type a new script.
—
Asami’s heart skipped the moment she heard the soft click of the bedroom door knob opening. Her breath caught in her throat, anticipation coiling tightly in her stomach. Sending that script while Korra was at work had been a little devious, she knew that. But she couldn’t help herself. Not after the day she’d had. Not after hours of imagining how she’d give everything up, how she’d surrender control and let her alpha ruin her completely.
And now… it was going to begin.
The door creaked open, and even without looking, she felt Korra’s presence. The scent of her alpha’s arousal hit the air like a stormfront, and Asami whimpered before she could stop herself.
Korra stood at the foot of the bed, her tall frame haloed by the low lamplight. She was still dressed from work. Her skin-tight blue t-shirt clinging to every inch of her sculpted chest and arms, the sleeves hugging her biceps in a way that made Asami’s mouth go dry. Her loose brown work pants did little to hide the unmistakable thick and heavy bulge beneath them.
It was such a stark contrast to what she wore.
Asami was stretched out on the bed, bare but for a black and crimson lace balconette bra and matching crotchless panties, garters clipped to sheer thigh-highs. The red trim kissed her curves, a dark ribbon of sin wrapped around her body, practically begging to be ripped off.
Korra’s gaze dropped, darkening further with every second she took her in. A slow, predatory, lopsided smile curled her lips. “You sly minx,” she murmured.
Without waiting for a reply, Korra gracefully but hungrily climbed onto the bed. Her body moved like liquid, crawling up until she hovered over Asami, her hands braced on either side of her shoulders. She stared down at her omega, pupils blown wide, mouth twitching with barely restrained hunger.
“What do you think you’re doing,” Korra said, voice low and dangerous, “sending that to me while I’m at work?”
Asami whimpered again, eyes fluttering as she instinctively tilted her head to the side, baring her neck in submission. “I’m sorry,” she breathed. “I couldn’t help it.”
“You’re such a bad girl.”
“I am.”
Before she could blink, Korra’s fingers wrapped firmly around her throat. It didn’t hurt, but just enough to claim her, to command. Asami gasped at the contact, her hips twitching beneath Korra’s body.
Her head was turned back toward her alpha, and then a thumb pressed against her lips.
Without hesitation, Asami opened her mouth and sucked, moaning softly around the digit. Her tongue swirled lazily over the pad of Korra’s thumb, her eyes fluttering half-shut in bliss.
“You’re really riled up by your employees talking about you, huh?” Korra said, thumb still in her mouth. “I bet you want them to know just how wrong they were.”
Asami nodded eagerly, lips still wrapped around the digit.
Slap.
A sharp sting bloomed across her left cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but enough to snap her out of the haze. Her eyes widened as her pussy clenched.
“Answer me,” Korra growled. “Use words, omega. I need to hear it.”
“Yes,” Asami gasped, her voice thin and trembling, arousal crackling just beneath her skin.
Korra’s eyes narrowed, her thumb still glistening with spit as she dragged it slowly down Asami’s chin. “You wanna let them know,” she said, voice low and cutting, “how much of a slut you are for my cock?”
Slut.
It wasn’t a word people associated with her. Not the Asami Sato they saw in boardrooms or in headlines. Not the poised CEO who commanded entire teams with a glance. But hearing it from Korra’s lips made her melt.
A wanton mewl slipped from her throat before she could stop it.
Her body responded instantly. She could feel the heat between her thighs dripping down, pooling at the very edge of her entrance. Her inner walls fluttered with nothing to hold them, clenching around emptiness. She was soaked, flushed, her skin hypersensitive, every nerve tuned to Korra’s next move.
Slap.
Her other cheek stung now, the sudden sting making her head jerk, breath catching.
“I told you to use your words, omega.”
“Yes,” she gasped again, louder this time, her voice cracking. “Yes, I’m such a slut for your cock.”
Korra smirked. “Good girl.”
She leaned down and kissed her hard, full of heat and teeth, stealing what was left of Asami’s composure. When she pulled back, Korra pressed another kiss beneath her ear, then trailed her lips down to the soft slope of her neck. She bit just enough to make Asami squirm beneath her, her hips grinding up, chasing any kind of contact.
“And good girls,” Korra whispered, lips ghosting over her skin, “get rewarded.”
Asami’s breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered shut as Korra’s kisses moved lower, down her throat, over her collarbone, past the scalloped edge of her lace bra. When she reached her stomach, Korra nosed along the waistband of Asami’s crotchless panties, humming low in her throat at the perfect mess waiting beneath. Korra moved between her legs, spreading them wider, and then lowered her mouth straight to her omega’s dripping core.
Asami’s legs jerked, a cry tearing from her lips as Korra licked a long, slow stripe over her soaked folds. Her tongue moved with purpose, teasing and tasting, circling Asami’s clit before flicking it mercilessly. Korra moaned against her, like she needed this too, like she was savoring every drop her omega had to offer.
Asami writhed beneath her, hips bucking, fingers tangling in the sheets as her body arched toward that wicked mouth. Her breath came in broken gasps, her mind already slipping, every sharp thought dissolving into wet, aching need.
She was Korra’s. Fully.
And Korra hadn’t even fucked her yet.
The first smooth stroke of the alpha’s tongue from the base of Asami’s dripping slit to the very tip of her clit was slow, almost lazy. Asami gasped, her hips bucking off the mattress with a jolt. The crotchless panties stuck to her skin, and soaked through with slick.
Korra groaned against her, the vibration shooting straight through Asami’s core. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” she murmured, her breath hot against Asami’s swollen folds. “Did just being called a slut get you this wet?”
“Yes,” Asami whimpered, one arm thrown over her eyes, the other clawing at the bedsheets. Her legs trembled on either side of Korra’s shoulders.
“Yeah?” Korra continued, tongue flicking over her clit before circling it in tight, controlled motions. “Bet you do. Bet that pretty little head of yours plays it cool all day in the office, all proud and composed… but underneath that power suit, you’re dripping like a bitch in heat, just waiting to be used.”
Asami cried out, her back arching off the bed. She couldn’t form words, only needy sounds that barely sounded human.
Korra kept going, her mouth relentless, tongue and lips working in tandem to push Asami closer, closer, closer to the edge. Her hands gripped Asami’s thighs, holding her open, letting no movement escape her control. Every flick, every kiss to her clit was calculated, wickedly precise.
“You act like such a queen out there,” Korra rasped between licks, her lips wet with Asami’s slick. “But down here? You’re nothing but a mess. My mess.”
Asami sobbed through a moan, her legs twitching uncontrollably. Her entire body quaked under the onslaught. Every breath was stuttered, and every nerve in her body was on fire.
Korra didn’t stop. If anything, she doubled down. She latched onto Asami’s clit, sucking, swirling her tongue just right, and Asami screamed. Her orgasm surged toward her, the pressure unbearable, blinding.
She was tipping over the edge, but just before she could fall Korra pulled back. Completely.
“Why?” Asami choked on her own breath, hips jerking into empty air. Her soaked pussy clenched around nothing, throbbing with denied release.
Korra laughed darkly from between her thighs. “Aw. You were right there, huh?”
Asami blinked back tears, panting, her body shaking like a leaf. “Korra,” she whimpered, voice cracking. “Please…”
“You wanna cum?” Korra asked, crawling back up her body with a slow, predatory grace. Her skin was flushed, eyes wild with heat, her gaze locked on the trembling, slicked mess of her omega beneath her.
But she didn’t move to take Asami just yet.
Instead, Korra reached behind her neck and peeled off her tight blue shirt, revealing the muscles of her torso, glistening slightly with sweat. Asami whimpered at the sight, watching with wide, dazed eyes as Korra stood at the foot of the bed and unfastened her belt. Slowly, deliberately, she pushed down her baggy pants, revealing toned legs and nothing underneath.
Her thick, hard cock sprang free, head flushed a deep shade of red and slick with precum, the tip already glistening from anticipation. It bounced once against her abdomen before settling heavy between her thighs.
Asami let out a moan just from the sight of it.
Korra crawled back over her, her cock dragging along Asami’s thigh as she settled between her legs, thick and unbearably hot.
“You will,” she growled, positioning herself at Asami’s entrance, teasing the head between her soaked folds. “But only when I tell you. And only on my cock.”
And then, without another word, she slammed into her in one deep, merciless thrust.
Asami screamed. Her back arched, her body straining as her alpha filled her in a single stroke, stretching her open completely. Her slick gushed around the intrusion, coating Korra’s cock as her walls clenched greedily around the length that had finally, finally taken her.
Korra held still inside her, buried to the hilt, letting her omega squirm beneath the weight of it, helpless and full.
“Yes, take it, omega. Take my cock like the good little slut you are,” Korra growled into her ear, voice low and rough with pleasure as she began rolling her hips in long, slow thrusts.
Asami felt like she was unraveling, each grind of Korra’s cock dragging her further from sanity. Every nerve ending in her body ignited from the stretch, the fullness, the way Korra filled her so completely it almost hurt. Almost. All she could think about was Korra’s cock, Korra’s cum, Korra using her like this. Her alpha. Her mate. Her owner. The wet sounds between her thighs grew louder, shameless, as her body trembled with every pump.
But the teasing pace didn’t last long.
Korra suddenly shifted, one knee up on the bed for leverage, and began slamming into her harder, faster, deeper, every thrust hitting that spot inside her that made Asami’s eyes roll back. Her breath stuttered, body clenching as she clawed at the sheets beneath her.
She couldn’t think about anything, losing her rational self the moment Korra entered her.
Desperate for more, Asami reached out blindly, grabbing Korra’s wrist and guiding her hand back to her throat, wordlessly begging.
Korra’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. “So needy,” she murmured, then wrapped her fingers around Asami’s throat. Her grip was firm, just enough pressure to make Asami gasp and tighten around her.
That was it. That sensation pushed her to the edge. Her cunt clenched involuntarily, spasming around Korra’s cock as the threat of orgasm loomed dangerously close.
But then she heard Korra’s commanding voice. “Don’t you dare, omega. I didn’t tell you to come yet.”
Asami’s whole body tensed. Her thighs quaked, her nails dug into Korra’s back, trying—gods, trying so hard—to obey. Her alpha said not to come. And she wanted to be good. She had to be good. She bit down on her lip, breath stuttering as she fought it.
But Korra didn’t make it easy.
Her thrusts only grew rougher, deeper. The pressure at her throat, the filthy praise, the overwhelming stretch. It was too much.
And with one hard thrust that slammed into her deepest point, Asami broke.
Her scream caught in her throat, eyes wide and unfocused, body locking up as the orgasm ripped through her. She came hard around Korra’s cock, spasming violently, her slick gushing as her back arched off the bed.
She didn’t even notice the tears in her eyes, or the satisfied, dark chuckle in Korra’s throat. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Korra rasped, voice full of condescending affection. “You’re such a disobedient little whore.”
Korra pulled out, and the sudden emptiness made Asami’s breath hitch, a broken sound leaving her throat. Her body clenched around nothing, aching, desperate to be filled again. The loss was almost unbearable, a cruel tease that left her trembling.
Before she could beg, Korra’s hands were on her chest, pulling down her bra. She pinched and twisted her nipples hard enough to draw a choked cry from Asami’s lips. Pain lanced through her nerves, sharp and hot, but it only deepened the needy throb low in her belly.
“I told you,” Korra growled against her ear, her voice low and rough, “you have no say in here.” She gave her nipples another sharp twist, pulling another strangled gasp from her. “I’m in control here. Got that, omega?”
“Yes, alpha, please,” she begged.
Suddenly, Korra flipped her onto her stomach, strong hands forcing her into position before Asami even had a chance to gasp. Her hips were yanked up, her knees sinking into the sheets, until she was on all fours with her back arched. The air was cool on her slick folds, making her shiver as she realized how utterly exposed she was.
Her pussy throbbed at the thought, a needy pulse that only worsened when Korra’s hands slid down her thighs to spread her legs further apart. Humiliation and heat coursed through her in equal measure, the ache between her legs deepening until she thought she might come from the position alone.
“Why do you disobey me?” Korra’s voice was low, rough, full of that edge that made Asami quake. One big hand massaged the curve of her ass, deceptively gentle. “Do you wanna be punished that bad?”
Asami could only hum, the sound muffled into the sheets, her body quivering under Korra’s touch. A sharp sting suddenly cracked across her right ass cheek, making her cry out. The pain blossomed hot, and before she could recover, her cunt clenched, dripping for more.
“Tsk. Such a bad girl.” Another slap echoed, harder this time, sending a jolt straight through her spine. Her arms nearly gave out, her body begging to slump against the bed, but the hand on her hip kept her steady, made her hold herself up.
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling, her whole body alive with fire. It was the only word left in her, the only answer she could give. Yes to the sting, yes to the shame, yes to the dizzying pleasure only her alpha could drag out of her.
“Then take your punishment,” Korra growled.
Another slap rang out, and Asami’s moan broke free, raw and helpless. Then Korra’s palms soothed the spot, slow circles that had her clenching around nothing, her body begging for more. The rhythm was unbearable—pain, then comfort, then pain again—each contrast heightening the other until she couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and torment.
After the tenth slap, Asami’s arms finally gave out. She collapsed forward onto the bed, cheek pressed against the sheets, her body trembling from the stinging heat that painted her skin. Instantly, Korra’s hands were on her again, gripping her hips, lifting her back into position before she could even think to move.
“You did so well taking your punishment,” Korra murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Her tone was low and approving, but there was no mercy in it. “But don’t think we’re done here, omega.” One hand caressed her sore, burning ass, the other trailing lower until slick heat coated her fingers. She pushed two inside without warning, pressing deep, curling to massage that spot that made Asami’s entire body jolt.
A strangled moan tore from her throat, her hips grinding back helplessly against the intrusion. Pleasure flared sharp and hot, drowning out the ache, making her needy all over again.
“Do you want my cock again?” Korra asked, her voice dark and knowing.
Asami nodded frantically, words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “Yes, alpha. Please.”
Korra chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. “Such a whore. Such a cum slut for me.”
“Yes,” Asami gasped, unabashed, shoving herself back against Korra’s hand. “Please. I need you. I need your cock inside, please.”
“Look at you,” Korra sneered, dragging her cock slowly through Asami’s folds, coating the tip with her wetness. “Begging for it. Out there in the world, you’re so composed, so collected. Everyone bows to you when you speak, follows your orders like you’re untouchable. I bet they think you’re like that in the bedroom too, don’t they?” She slid the head against her entrance, not yet giving her what she craved, savoring her squirming. “If they could see you now… begging to be filled, begging to be fucked by me… they’d lose all respect for you.”
Asami whimpered, the humiliation only making her wetter. Her body betrayed her, clenching and fluttering at the teasing pressure of the tip rubbing up and down her slit.
“You like this, huh?” Korra pressed, her tone cruel and triumphant. “I bet deep down you don’t want to be the strong omega you pretend to be outside this room. You want to be my good omega. My needy little slut who lives for her alpha’s cock.”
“YES YES FUCK YES! Please, please. I need it!”
And with that, Korra thrust forward, burying herself inside with one hard stroke. Asami’s cry broke into a moan, her walls squeezing tight around Korra as her body lit up with overwhelming pleasure.
Korra grabbed her wrists and yanked them back, pinning them tight behind her with one hand while the other anchored her hips. Then she drove in deep, pounding into her with relentless force, each thrust making Asami cry out, her body jerking forward only to be dragged back onto Korra’s cock again and again.
The pleasure was overwhelming, burning through her nerves until her jaw went slack and her eyes rolled back. She was gone, lost to it, moaning helplessly as the coil inside her wound tighter and tighter. She was close. Oh gods, she was so close.
And this… this was what she had wanted. No. Needed. Ever since sending Korra the script. Ever since overhearing her employees whisper about how untouchable, how intimidating she was. Ever since the endless meetings where she had to be the one in charge, always collected, always composed. Here, now, all of that crumbled. She lost it—lost herself—to Korra. To the love of her life. The only one she’d ever surrender to, the only one she’d ever hand the control of her body to.
“You’re clenching so hard around me,” Korra growled against her neck, each word punctuated by another brutal thrust. “This tight little pussy can’t get enough of me, can it? You love being split open by my cock. You love being used like this. My perfect little whore.”
Asami sobbed out broken pleas, her voice trembling with desperation. Her walls fluttered, squeezing, ready to give in, but just when she thought she’d fall apart, Korra slowed her pace to a cruel grind, holding herself deep inside and denying her release.
“Who owns this pussy?” she demanded.
“You,” Asami gasped, her head thrashing against the sheets.
“What?” Korra’s growl vibrated through her chest, low and dangerous. Her cock pulsed inside, but her rhythm stayed agonizingly slow. “I can’t hear you.”
“Y-you!” Asami whined, almost sobbing, her body trembling violently on the edge.
“You can’t come,” Korra snarled, thrusting once, deep and sharp, “until you say it.”
“YOURS! IT’S YOURS!” Asami screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks, her whole body shaking. “PLEASE, ALPHA! PLEASE JUST LET ME COME!”
Korra’s grip on her wrists tightened, pulling her even harder against her cock. “Then come on my cock, omega.”
The permission shattered her. Asami cried out, the sound raw and desperate as her body seized, her pussy clamping down around Korra in rhythmic pulses. Pleasure ripped through her, hot and blinding, leaving her sobbing into the sheets as her orgasm crashed over her in wave after wave.
Korra didn’t hold back then. With a guttural groan, she slammed into her, hips snapping fast until her cock throbbed and spilled inside. The sudden flood pushed Asami higher, her orgasm intensifying, dragging out until she was left trembling and spent, her body milking Korra for every drop.
Pinned, filled, and utterly owned, Asami collapsed into the sheets, her body still quivering as Korra stayed buried deep inside her, the heat of their mingled release dripping down her thighs.
—
Asami didn’t even realize she’d passed out until the next thing she felt was the soft brush of fingers stroking her back, lips pressing gentle kisses along her shoulders. Korra’s low murmurs drifted through the haze, praises whispered against her skin, “So good, my perfect omega, so proud of you.”
A smile tugged at Asami’s lips. She turned her head just enough to catch Korra’s eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, voice hoarse but full of warmth.
Korra leaned down, kissing her softly, reverently. “I’ll do anything for you.”
That earned a tired but mischievous smirk from Asami. “Even marry me?”
The question made Korra flush instantly, cheeks burning as she sputtered, so adorably different from the beast who had just ruined her moments ago. That contrast—this tender woman and the ruthless alpha when Asami requested—was what Asami loved most.
“I—I… is that what you wanted?” Korra stammered.
Asami giggled, brushing her fingers along Korra’s jaw as she turned to face her alpha. “Well, you already asked me to marry you.”
“I did?!” Korra blinked, eyes wide. “When did I do that?”
Scooting closer, Asami curled an arm around her. “Right before you passed out… after I milked your cock last month.”
Korra’s lips parted. “Oh. Oh!”
Asami kissed her slowly and teasingly. “Well?”
Korra kissed her back, then pulled away just enough to take Asami’s hand in hers, holding it carefully like something fragile. Her blue eyes softened. “Well, since I can’t remember, I’ll ask again.” She took a breath, smiling shyly but earnestly. “Asami Sato… will you marry me?”
“Yes!” Asami beamed, sealing it with another kiss.
Korra’s hand stroked along her back, but Asami hissed softly when the touch grazed her sore ass.
Instantly, Korra pulled back in concern. “Oh, shit. Did I overdo it?”
Asami cupped her face, pulling her back in for another kiss. “No. It’s perfect. But…” Her grin turned sly. “Will you draw me a bath, and throw in a massage too?”
Korra’s lips curved into that lopsided smile Asami loved so much. “Of course. Anything for my fiancée.”