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25 Reasons To Visit Your Local Dungeon

Summary:

Katara is given a new writing assignment at her job at Warrior Magazine. (One that is not in her expertise.) The assignment? 25 Reasons To Visit Your Local Sex Dungeon. This was a long way away from her normal wardrobe 'how to's. So, research is mandatory. Which means visiting her local sex dungeon: The Blue Spirit.

Zuko, the best rigger The Blue Spirit has, is entrusted with the newbie. He was looking forward to taking down all of this pristine writer's walls.

(This is terrible summary for this is Kinktober 2020)

Notes:

I am very excited this year. It should be a daily update minus weekends. Thank you to all who voted. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Reason 1: Consent Is Sexy

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“Alright, Ladies and Gents,” Kyoshi sat down at the top of the table. “I want to hear what you all have been working on. Suki, start us off.”

“Well, I just got back from my honeymoon. So, I think that my next column will be about the top places to go to while on your honeymoon.” Suki shrugged.

“That is very unlike you,” Kyoshi smiled and gave her a nod.

Suki nudged Katara and whispered, “Do I tell her that while I was on my honeymoon, we did the batting cages and raced cars down the desert?”

Katara shook her head and giggled. “That sounds about right.”

“Katara,” Kyoshi smiled and waited for her to tell her next plan.

“I thought about doing a ‘how to’ segment,” Katara shrugged. “I’m thinking like a ‘How to Capsule your Closet’.”

Kyoshi pursed her lips, “Didn’t you do that last season?”

“Um, no?” Katara looked around. “I did a minimalist closet design.”

Kyoshi looked around, “We need something… more.”

“More?” Katara tilted her head, “Like a How to Build a Wardrobe?”

Kyoshi rolled her eyes, “Child, does your whole world revolve around what you wear?”

The group laughed and Katara chuckled, “I mean, that’s pretty much all I’ve ever written for Warrior. So yes, my priorities lie in what I wear.” She tugged on her emerald green blazer. 

“Hmm,” Kyoshi folded her fingers in her lap. “Let’s change that.” Kyoshi looked around the group. “Who would like to switch with Katara?” Practically everyone’s’ hand shot up. Kyoshi clicked her tongue. “Not everyone can write for the fashion column.” 

There was a small break of murmurs before Kyoshi pointed to Yue, who was in the back painting her nails. “Yue, what are you working on?”

“Uh,” Yue blinked up from her midnight blue nails. “Spicing up the bedroom with a little extra kink.”

“Perfect.” Kyoshi clapped her hands together, “Katara you will write for the relationship column this month. Yue you will be writing for the fashion.” 

Katara stood up from her chair, “But Kyoshi, I don’t know the first thing about-.”

“You’re right, that would be too easy for a seasoned writer like yourself.” Kyoshi shrugged. “How about a ‘How to Add Kink to Your Bedroom.’ No, no. That’s a long same lines. I want something deeper, something more.”

“That’s what she said.” Suki whispered beside her. Katara knocked her elbow into her shoulder with a glare.

Kyoshi looked over to where last year’s top ten were still on the story board six months later. Katara’s eyes followed hers when she saw the smile widen on Kyoshi’s face. “I’ve got it.” Kyoshi turned to Katara. “‘25 Reasons to Visit Your Local Dungeon’.”

Katara blinked multiple times as the group around her began whispering, “I’m sorry?”

“Did you not hear me? I want to know 25 reasons why I should visit a sex dungeon. It’s now. It’s hip.” Kyoshi gave a shrug to her shoulders. “I want to run this in our October issue. So, you have two months to complete it. Got it?”

“But Kyoshi-,” Katara started but stopped when Kyoshi raised an eyebrow. 

“Good. Now sit, let’s move on to the food column.” Kyoshi moved on from her.

+++

Katara sat down to her computer and blew out a breath, “Why me?” She opened up her browser and began to research the topic. She bit her lip and looked for sex dungeons to visit. 

June came over with her cup of coffee and leaned against her desk. “So, the relationship column, huh?”

“It’s not even about relationships.” Katara groaned and scrolled down a black and white website. 

“I have a friend who owns a private dungeon,” June sips her coffee. “I could probably get you in.”

Katara looked up to her with a smile, “Do you know everyone?”

June shrugs, “Do you want to continue looking or do you want help?”

“I want help,” Katara practically begged. “I’ve never written anything like this before.”

“I know,” June smirks and takes another drink. “You can help me when Kyoshi decides I need to write for the fashion column.” 

“Alright, so what do I need to do? Who do I call?”

“Don’t worry about it,” June stood back up. “She kind of owes me one too. I’ll tell her to meet up with you at that little coffee shop two blocks down after work. Don’t be late, kay?”

“Yeah,” Katara blinked at the quick information. “Thanks!” She yelled out as she realized she had zoned out for a second.

+++

Katara ended up being late. Well on time, technically. But she wanted to be here like an extra ten minutes to have at least one coffee in her and to go over questions. She walked in and looked around. She wasn’t too sure who she was looking for, so she stepped up to get her coffee order first. She flipped her phone over in her fingers as she waited for her name to be called.

Katara smiled to the next lady in line. And Katara had to admit, the girl looked amazing. She looked like she stepped right out of the last issue of Ember Magazine. Her t-shirt was cropped right below her bra line that peeked out when she extended her arm to pay, a high waisted red velvet mini skirt, and black high top tennis shoes. Her hair was done up in a messy bun and two strands of hair hung down on either side of her face. Her red tinted sunglasses were placed on top of her head as to not disturb the hair strands. 

“Katara,” The barista called out and Katara stepped up to the bar with a quiet ‘thank you’.

“Katara?” Katara turned to the voice behind her and noticed it was the girl who ordered behind her. Her red lips smirked at her, “June said you were adorable.”

“Ju-?”

“I’m Azula, June’s friend.” Azula smiled and her golden eyes scanning Katara from head to toe, “Yeah, you look about as innocent as…” Azula clicks her tongue and turns to grab her coffee as it’s sat on the counter. “Come on.” 

Azula sat down at a small table on the side and gestured for Katara to sit across from her, “It’s rare that the BDSM community gets featured anymore. You know after that series came out, I had so many interviews for people to come and join my dungeon.” Azula pursed her lips slightly and rubbed her finger along the cup rim. “A few were magazines, but I didn’t like that kind of press. I knew they were only in it for one thing.”

“What’s that?” Katara pulled out a pen and small notebook from her bag.

“Well maybe two things,” Azula shrugged her shoulders, her perfectly shaped eyebrows came together. “One, a free way into a sex dungeon. And two,” Azula sipped her coffee before setting on the table. “And two, they are just looking for ways to put down the BDSM community. They don’t want to learn. They want to get in and see that it’s nothing but abuse or nonconsensual. But my dungeon is anything but that.” Azula sits back in her chair and folds her arms over her chest. “Each client has to go through an interview with me, a second one with the dom or sub that I have appointed, on top of being screened. We run backgrounds on both health and personal backgrounds. If you don’t pass those three, you will never see the light of day in my den. And a lot of people don’t like that.” Azula chuckles, “It keeps out the weak.”

“Impressive,” Katara says as she finishes writing. “I personally would be happy you’d go through such great lengths. It means you're keeping people safe while they enjoy their time.”

“Exactly,” Azula smiled and reached up for her drink, “Not only are you safe but so are our masters. Each room is designated with a dungeon monitor and silent alarms. We make sure that everyone is playing by the rules and anything that is done is consensual.”

Katara nods along, “I’m not going to lie, I looked up a few things before and wanted to ask you about a few of them.”

 “That’s what I’m here for,” Azula shrugged, “Though if it is asking about relationships between a master and their submissive. I’m afraid I can’t help you there.”

“No problem,” Katara looked down at her list, quite a few of her questions did revolve around those terms. “Uh, what would you suggest to a person who is just coming into the BDSM scene?”

“Research,” Azula said with a sip. “Interview with the owner or even a master at a dungeon. Maybe even go to observe a night of play. Many places around here have just an option to observe and socialize in their dungeons. That is where I would start.” Azula sat her cup back down, “But if you’re talking about just bringing a bit of kink to your sex life, I definitely delve a little deeper into the research aspects before looking into joining a dungeon.” Azula gave a sly smirk, “Is that what you are looking for Miss Katara?”

“Yes, that was a great answer-,”

“No, no.” Azula leaned forward. “Are you looking to add a little something extra?”

“I-I’m, uh, I’m sorry what?” Katara blinked up from her page to Azula.

“Oh, come on, Katara.” Azula ran her fingers sound the rim of her glass on the table. “You’re not that innocent. You looked things up before you got here. Something must have caught your eye.”

Katara felt heat rush to her cheeks. “I-,” She stopped and looked back down at her notebook. “I’m really only here to write about your dungeon. I wasn’t going to play or anything.”

Azula’s smirk never seemed to leave her face as she brought her coffee cup back up to her mouth. “But you thought about it. At least something. Everyone has a kinky side.” Azula’s smirk turned almost like an all-knowing evil smile. “I’ve learned the most put together ones are the most fun to watch fall apart under my masters’ touch. And they are usually the ones into the good kinks. The ones that really get off to calling their master ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’.”

Katara could feel the heat in the tips of her ears, across her cheeks and spreading through her neck. She tried to gather her wits but was too stunned. And when Azula broke out into a laugh Katara’s eyes got wide and she sat back in her chair.

“Agni,” Azula said through her laughter. “June wasn’t kidding. You would be a lot of fun to play with.” The dungeon owner calmed down after a few moments. “Alright, what is your next question?”

Katara blinked again, “Does June attend your-?”

“Nu-huh, that is client confidentiality.” Azula put a finger to her lips, “But if she sent you, you must know she does. And what a gorgeous thing she is too. She’s a big fan of floggers, using and taking.”

Katara’s eyes got wide again before she coughed and leaned forward to take a drink. But then it settles on her, “I can kind of see it.”

Azula gives a light laugh, “What else you got over there?”

Katara goes down a list of things before Azula is taking her notepad to see what other questions she has. Azula pursed her lips, “You know what?” Azula pushes the notebook back across the table. “My brother is giving a demonstration tonight. Why don’t you come and watch?”

“Your brother?” Katara tried to stop being so surprised. 

Azula stood up with a nod, “Yeah, just ask June for the details. Since you're not playing yet, you don’t need to worry about the test. But the minute you decide to join.” Azula stops gathering her stuff and her golden eyes turn very serious. “We will get the test and I will set you up with one of our doms.”

Katara stood up to and gathered her things, “Wait, uh,”

“Don’t worry, doll.” Azula patted her cheek. “Just show up tonight. Maybe in something a little less ‘I work in a high rise building with a stick up my butt all day.’ Okay?” Azula gave a small pinch to her cheek. 

Katara looked down to her mini black wrap dress and emerald green blazer. She tapped the floor with her pointed toe stilettos before looking up to see Azula had already left. Katara huffed and gathered her things. There was a small bundle of nerves growing in her lower stomach.

+++

Katara’s knots only tightened in her stomach as she showed up to the location on the southern side of downtown. It was a modern building with a large blue flame in neon light. She texted June to let her know she was here.

June popped out the door a few seconds later and waved to her, “Come on, Zuko already started his demo.” Katara bit her lip and tried to settle her stomach. She started toward the door and got there a little faster than she expected, and June reached out for the clip in her hair. “You look hot, but your clip said, ‘suburban mom’.”

Katara adjusted her one shoulder crop top and ran her hand over her faux leather joggers. “She said something anti-I-come-from-family-money.”

June nodded, “Close enough, come on.”

Katara entered and was actually pleasantly surprised at the white marble entrance. It really kind of reminded her of a fancy hotel lobby. Including a small receptionist with a high braided ponytail. She smiled and asked Katara for her ID. Katara passed it over with a smile and watched as June peeked around a large red drape and into the next room.

June smiled to her as Katara collected her ID and a small wristband to show she was simply observing. "Ready?" Was that a glint of something in her eye?

Katara nodded and did her best to steady her racing heart in anticipation. She bit her lip as she made her way past the curtain. It wasn't much different than the lobby except for people milled around in oversized chairs and lounges and the lighting was a little more dim. Many eyes were on the display on the small platform. 

The writer gave a small gasp as she saw the most gorgeous guy she's ever seen in her life. He was wrapping and tying a black rope around the woman lying on her back. Her leg was bent, and it looked to be tied. She looked beautiful too. 

She took a step closer to the platform but was stopped by a hand on her arm. June pulled her along the side to the other side of the room. June practically pushed Katara onto a large lounge before handing her a martini glass. "This side has the best views."

Katara continued to look on as the man tied knots along the rope and then after he check in on the woman, he flipped her over. Her bent legs were up in the air and her toes were pointed in the air. The master pulled her arms back and he began wrapping her arms in ropes and knots. 

Katara watched in silent awe of the demonstration. ‘Zuko’, Katara remembered June saying when she got here, was constantly checking in on the girl as he pulled the woman into different positions. Explaining which position was best for what and different ways to tie a sub to a bed or spanking bench and even a St Andrews cross. 

The writer was so enthralled she hadn’t noticed that the people in the room had thinned out or the couple that was sitting next to her in a highbacked chair was definitely liking the demonstration. She watched as Zuko delicately unwrapped the woman and ran his hands over the small indents in the woman’s skin.

“So?” Azula sits beside Katara and switches Katara’s empty glass with a new one. “What do you think?”

Katara gives a deep sigh, “That was beautiful. Almost like an art.”

Azula smirks, “Zuko is our best rigger.” She leaned her chin on her hand as she crossed her legs. “He does great work no matter the bunny.”

“Bunny?” Katara copies as if trying to connect the words to the ones she had read online earlier that day. 

“Right,” Azula nodded and nudged Katara with the toe of her heeled combat boots. “I forget you’re new even to the vocabulary.” She gives a great sigh. “So, you ready to learn more? Maybe even get your hands dirty.”

“Oh,” Katara blinked a few times and blushed as she looked down at her hands. “Uh, I think it would be a better idea if maybe I did a little research.”

“Mmm,” Azula pushed her lips over to the side. She looked over her dungeon before raising her hand and calling out for the master who demonstrated tonight. “Zuko!”

Zuko turned towards them and held up a finger to them as he helped the woman from the platform. She kissed his cheek and wrapped her partially naked body in a robe.  Zuko watched her as she made her way all the way to the employee’s private room.

The master walked over to where Azula and Katara were waiting. He smiled as Azula motioned for a drink to be given to Zuko. “Hey.”

“Zuko, I’d like you to meet a friend of a friend. This is Katara, she’s new to the scene.” Azula motioned to Katara. “Katara, this is my brother. And before you get weirded out. We never overlap at work.”

Katara saw the resemblance, the dark hair, the prefect pale complexion and golden eyes. (Though Zuko’s looked a little more clear.) There was a scar on the left side of his face, wasn’t really scary or horrible to look at. Katara slightly wondered what had happened or if it was a birthmark. It just added something to Zuko. Something Katara was really into.

“Nice to meet you,” Zuko held out a hand to Katara. And Katara’s insides felt like they melted as she shook his hand.  “Which friend of a friend?”

Zuko was definitely much hotter up close. The tight black shirt he was wearing clung to his muscles and the dark jeans fit him nicely too. He still had a rope around his neck from the demo and there was a small utility belt with different items. She could see a pair of scissors and a roll of medical tape.

“June,” Katara answered for herself. “We work together.”

Zuko raised his eyebrow and took a glance over at Azula, “The magazine?”

Azula shrugged, “I’m not too worried about it.” She patted Katara’s knee. “Katara seems like a smart girl.”

June plops down on the other side of Katara, “Don’t worry so much ZuZu. I’ll watch over her, so your name doesn’t get dragged through the mud.”

“My name?” Zuko’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion at June. “Why would she-?”

“Well, she’s your newest client.” Azula said with a smile. Her golden eyes glittered with mischief. 

“What?” Both Katara and Zuko ask and look over to the owner. 

“Wait, I didn’t say I-,” Katara shook her head and looked up to Zuko. “I’m not ready. I was just here to do a little research. I promise I won’t be-.” Katara’s eyes dropped to the white marble floor. She dropped off her sentence and a small silence stretched through the group. Katara bit the inside of her lip before looking back up at Zuko. “I would like, however, to ask a few questions. If you don’t mind. Uh,” Katara reached for her bag to pull out pen and paper. “Azula said she can’t answer any questions about, uh tops and bottoms? No, no, um… Doms and subs.” Katara hasn’t looked up to the group as she flips the pages in her notebook. “Or is that the same thing? I never got a clear answer. And is verse and switch the same?”

“Damn,” June starts to laugh. “Babe, I knew you were innocent but stumbling over vocabulary?” She looked over Katara’s shoulder at the detailed notes and definitions. “Are those color coded?” Katara swallows and glances at June. “You do know this is supposed to be a fun column not an essay you hand into your English Lit professor.”

“I-,” Katara starts but Azula reaches out to push June away.

“She’s fine.” Azula shakes her head and looks at Katara with another sly smile. “But I do need to let you know that you are not allowed to interview my team unless you are a member.”

“But I-,” Katara looked around. Azula held her sly smile, Zuko’s arms were crossed over his chest and June only raised an eyebrow at her with a smile that might have matched Azula’s. 

Katara gave a small huff, she had to get this column done. And she still had so many questions! Kyoshi would be so upset if she couldn’t find another topic to write about. Katara’s shoulders dropped as she looked down at her questions. She had already done a ton of research for this piece. Changing subjects would be a huge hassle. 

And would joining a sex dungeon for a few weeks really be that bad? Maybe she could do like a onetime deal just so she could get answers…Katara sighed and looked back up at Zuko and then over to his sister. 

“Is there like a one time-?”

“Katara, darling,” Azula leaned in. “I’d love to help you with this article but if you don’t want to actually know how it works and base your column on hearsay… then sure. Tonight, is your one time trial.” She then leaned back and looked around her establishment. “But I think you’re more of a hand on learner. You pick things up better by doing than just reading something that is probably made up on the internet. Am I right?” Katara gave a small nod. “Alright how’s this. Because I wouldn’t mind being featured in a magazine. I have a new master who needs to grow her clientele. A few new clients could be nice. So, here’s my deal. You,” Azula stood up and crossed her arms. “Can have one month of services. Most of the time we do longer terms but I’m trying to be understanding that you have a column that’s due soon. Zuko,” Azula touched her brother’s arm. “Will be your master. I’ll have the papers drawn up and we can run the tests. And when this month is up, and you want to go full time. We will simply add you into his schedule.”

Katara looked over Zuko’s form. She could do a month and walk away. She looked to June. Maybe just maybe she could convince her to just write the column and Katara could write hers. As if June knew what she was thinking. She simply shook her head. Katara’s hope dropped and she looked back up at Zuko. “I was told that your establishments make the assigned doms and subs have a meeting.”

Azula’s smile widened and Zuko simply looked her up and down once with a smirk. “Well, Ms. Katara. Right this way,” Azula motioned for her to follow.

+++

The next day Katara sat in the same coffee shop she had met Azula at. She got there early and was flipping through her notes. Katara’s biggest concern of beginning this was a thing called subspace. And if she went in, how the fuck was she supposed to get out? She didn’t know if Zuko would know how to pull her from a space only she knows. Or should know. But she doesn’t even know what space she may go in-.

“Katara?”

Katara looked up from her notebook pages that scrunched under her fingertips as she looked up to Zuko. He was in a pair of dark green joggers and a black v neck t-shirt, he pulled half of his hair back, so he had a small bun. His golden eyes sparkle as much mischievousness as his sister’s. Katara looked back down and smoothed out her papers, “Hi.”

“Do you want another?” Zuko pointed to her cup.

“Um, no.” Katara noticed she had only drunk half of her second cup of coffee. Zuko nods and sits down across from her. “You can get a drink if you want.”

“Nah, I’m not much into terrible coffee.” Zuko gives a small smile and leans back in his chair. “So, you’re new.”

For a split second Katara wants to deny that. But based on all of her questions… There would be no point. Katara nods, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nah,” Zuko blows out a breath. “It will actually be kind of refreshing.”

“Refreshing? How?” Katara tilts her head while her fingers turn to a clean page.

“Well,” Zuko gives himself a moment to think. “You’ve never had a partner. It’s almost more complicated in a way. And I’ll do my best, since this is only temporary, to make sure the next dom that handles you has an easy transition.”

“Mm,” Katara nods and looks down at her notebook. “So, it’s not a common thing to switch partners?”

“Yes and no,” Zuko looked over the small cafe before looking over to Katara, “Depends if you're monogamous.”

“Mono-,” Katara bit her lips as she looked back to her glossary. 

“It means only one partner at a time.” Zuko explained. “Do you mind others in the bedroom?”

“Huh?” Katara looked up from her book at his question. “Me?” She pointed to herself with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” Zuko gave a small chuckle.

“I-I don’t,” Katara shook her head and licked her lips. She was so confused.

“This is an interview for me too, Katara.” Zuko gave a small smile. “I’d like to know what you like.”

“Oh,” Katara paused. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about another… having more than one…” Katara’s mind raced with the thoughts of more than one person touching her or her touching them. “Can I get back to you on that?”

“Sure,” Zuko nodded and the smile he had given had turned into a smirk while her mind had run away.

“Right, um, I have another question.”

“Tops are usually the people, well on top, but usually they are the ones doing a good part of the work. Most Doms are tops. But I know a few power bottoms. Bottoms are people who usually do the taking. Unless they are power bottoms. Power bottoms, for example, when you ride a man and you take the initiative.” Zuko starts automatically and doesn’t wait for Katara as she fumbles with her pencil. “And yes, there is a difference between that and Doms and Subs. Doms are always in control. No matter the brat.” Zuko says with a small smirk that Katara barely catches from where she is writing all of this down. “Subs give up control in scenes. So, as your dom, I expect you to do as I say.”

Katara flushes and gives a small nod, “And ‘switches’?”

“Switches are those who can give and take commands or control in a scene. Maybe not just one scene or even one partner. Like for me, you’re my sub but for your next partner you may be a domme.” Zuko leans forward. “I think you’d make a gorgeous domme.”

“Like June?” Katara whispered with a tilt to her head.

“Yeah, like June.” Zuko nodded and leaned his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand. “What else?”

Katara licked her lips and looked through her notes, “Do doms always require their subs to do mundane things, like a housewife, or give them certain things they can and cannot do?”

“You’ve watched too many movies,” Zuko said with a shake of his head. “There are some doms that like the 24/7 play. I don’t do that. You have your own life and yes, I may ask you to wear something certain for the day but I’m not going to force you into French maid uniform and ask you to go shopping with a vibrator.” Zuko gave a small chuckle. “Though, if you are into a 24/7 play, I could set you up in my apartment and-.”

“No!” Katara began shaking her head. “I mean, no.” She tried to calm herself and blew out a breath. “I don’t want to, um, go that far.”

Zuko nods, “Okay, next?”

And this was how Zuko and Katara spent the next two hours… Questions that brought more and more of a deep blush to Katara’s cheeks. But no question prepared her for one of Zuko’s last questions. “Are you ready?”

There was a nervous knot that sat low in her stomach. She was pretty sure she was ready. Katara let out a shaky breath and gave a little nod, “Uh, when? An-and where?”

“The Blue Spirit and is tomorrow night too soon?” Zuko asked as he stretched in his chair. 

“Yeah, that-that’s fine.” Katara began packing away her things. “Thanks for this. One last question?”

“Was that the question?” Zuko asked with a raised brow.

Katara felt a little of the tension leave her with a light laugh, “I know you said that you might ask me to wear something.” Katara bit her lip and looked away a little embarrassed. “Is there something I need to bring? Or-or wear?” 

“Since this is your first time, whatever you are comfortable in.” Zuko stood and gave a small smile. 

Katara wanted to reply, ‘Even my laundry day outfit?’ but her nerves were still too high. So, she nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

+++

Katara ran her hands over her tight jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail that allowed a lot of hairs to frame her face and her black, loose tank top billowed slightly in the downtown wind. She was almost too worried that her outfit was too casual, so she slipped from her mules into a pair of nude heels that had studs down the back of the chucky heels.

The writer made her way in, signed in and handed over her small clutch that held her items. Ty Lee, the receptionist, let her know Zuko would be out in a moment. When Zuko came to get her, he was dressed to the tens. He was in these dark grey slacks and a black button down. His hair was slicked back, and the small smile made Katara’s heartbeat faster. She was definitely under dressed. “This way.”

Zuko touched the base of her back and guided her to one of the rooms. Katara blinked at the dimly lit room. The room had three dark brick walls and one black wall. A bed with black and white bed sheets was pushed with the headboard against the wall and four tall pipes of the bed frame that had dark fabric on the corners. The room looked semi-normal. Minus some type of- well Katara wasn’t sure- but maybe a stool. And the lines of whips, leather and buckles on the wall opposite of the bed.  Zuko stood in the doorway and watched Katara turn around in the room. He watched her touch the dark fabric around one of the pipes. “This is a little different than I thought.”

“How?” Zuko stepped in and closed the door.

“Uh, I thought it would be kind of like…” Katara ran her fingers over the black comforter. “Colder?” She looked up to him with a tilt of her head, “Does that make sense?”

“You watch too many movies,” Zuko shook his head and walked to her. “This isn’t a movie, Katara. Though, if you’d like that kind of experience, I know a dungeon across town.”

“Uh, no.” Katara shook her head. “I-That would be- This is completely fine. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome?” Zuko pushed a piece of Katara’s hair behind her ear. “Should we start?”

Katara’s nerves were on high alert. But she was going to just barrel through this. Fuck. “Yes, what are we doing today?” Katara ducked her head slightly, only for Zuko’s fingers to catch under her chin and direct her face up. 

“We’ll start off with something easy,” Zuko’s face came closer to hers. “Can I kiss you?” Katara took a small breath in and nodded. “One thing. If I ask you a question, I require a vocal answer. Okay?”

“Okay.” 

Zuko gave a small smile and ran his thumb over Katara’s bottom lip. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Katara gave a small nod again and her eyelids slowly closed.

Their first kiss was soft, just a press of lips. The second was close to the same. But the third kiss. The third kiss was like a spark that lit a fire. A tilt of the head and a soft moan that caused Katara’s mouth to open wide enough for Zuko to slip his tongue into her mouth. Katara reached for Zuko’s shoulders and Zuko ran his hands down Katara’s body to her thighs and lifted her off the ground and onto the bed. Katara thumbed at Zuko’s collar and tilted his head back to gasp for air.

Katara wasn’t too sure but there may have been but when Zuko’s teeth released her bottom lip she heard a soft, “Fuck.” Katara slowly opened her eyes only to pull Zuko back to her. Her fingers slid up Zuko’s neck and into his hair, she curled her fingers into the soft strands. 

Zuko’s hands slid under her top, her back arching as his fingers ran up her spine. His thumb ran around the band of her strapless bra and Katara gave a small shiver when he swiped over the lace cup. The dom felt a sharp tug in his hair and he growled against the woman’s lips.

Katara felt a pinch through the lace to her nipple and whined at the retaliation. Zuko was quick to pull Katara’s tank top from her. He looked over her lacy strapless momentarily before leaning down and kissing down the long tan neck. Her legs wrapped around his thighs and Zuko hissed as spikes on the back of Katara’s heels dug through his trousers. 

Zuko pulled back and unwrapped Katara’s legs to pull off the heels, “These make you look gorgeous. But I’m a sadist not a masochist.” He gave a wink as he dropped the heels beside the bed. Zuko ran his hands up Zuko’s jean covered legs, “Can I take these too?”

“Yes,” Katara whispered as she pushed her hair back from her face again. Zuko gave a small smile before working at Katara’s jeans. His pale fingers brushing against warm tan skin. It was such a beautiful contrast and Zuko wanted to kiss the beautiful smooth skin. 

Zuko blinked a few times, it had been a long time since he had a partner this kind of effect on him. Maybe it is the fact that she is new to the scene, so something so vanilla could light his veins on fire. He blinked again as he began tugging down Katara’s jeans.

The dom leaned forward and kissed his new sub. The fire continuing through him as he leaned her back on the bed. “You’re beautiful.” Katara’s eyes widened slightly before they slid closed as Zuko kissed Katara again. They get lost in their open mouthed kiss. Katara’s legs wrapped back around Zuko and she draped her arms over his shoulders. 

Zuko maneuvers them further onto the bed. Katara takes the cue to pull Zuko’s shirt from his pants and begin working on buttons. She pulls back panting at she looks down to unbutton the rest of Zuko’s shirt. Zuko gives a few kisses to her jaw and then over her collarbone. Once Katara finishes the last button Zuko pulls the shirt off. 

Katara’s freshly painted nails scratched lightly at the warm skin. Zuko took Katara’s hands and pushed them above her head. “Keep them there.” Zuko nipped at the soft skin below Katara’s left collarbone. His eyes flickered up when he felt Katara’s breath hitch. Katara’s head was back against the white pillow and eyes closed. He licked over the spot and then kissed it. His hands slid down her arms and smiled when Katara’s hands twitched but stay where they are. Zuko swiped over the globe above the lace bra. Katara’s back curved into the warm touch.

Zuko pressed more kisses to the beautiful skin. Every few inches he would swipe his tongue to taste the warmth, it tasted slightly like coconuts. He made it to right below her belly button when Katara’s hands raised from their place. Zuko nipped at the skin and Katara whined placing her hands back beside her head. He looked up to see Katara’s eyelashes fluttering and her hands clenched in fists. Zuko leaned back down and kissed the skin right above the lace panties. “Good girl.” The dom smirked at the small shiver he felt. Definitely going to have to come back to that.

Katara parted her legs a little farther and Zuko took that as a very good sign. He hooked his fingers in the lace and pulled down. Katara whined when there was a kiss pressed to her inner thigh. Zuko nipped at the delicate skin and pulled the panties completely from the writer’s body. Katara blinked up at the ceiling a few times and tried to calm her body as warm fingers trailed up her legs.

Zuko laid between Katara’s legs with a kiss to her bare skin above her clit. Katara took in a deep breath and let it out another whine as his kisses traveled further south. When Zuko’s tongue gave a long flat lick over her pussy, Katara’s hands flew from their spot by her head to his hair. Zuko snarled and pinched Katara’s thigh. The writer cried out and lifted her hands above of his head. He gave a kiss to the soft wet side of Katara’s opening but didn’t do anything further until her hands fell back beside her head. Which took a few more kisses around the soft pink of Katara.

Once the hands touched the pillows, Zuko lapped over the opening again before wiggling his tongue over Katara’s clit. Katara’s hands tightened in the pillowcase. Zuko began sucking and Katara’s legs began closing. Zuko pushed Katara’s legs back open and up as he licked into her. Katara didn’t last keeping her hands to herself. They were immediately back in Zuko’s hair when he became reckless with his tongue. Katara was wet and she wanted “More!”

Zuko growled as Katara tangled her fingers further in his hair and raised her hips to his mouth. The dom yanked back, took Katara’s hands and shoved them above Katara’s head, “I said, keep them there.” He leaned down to give her a kiss and licked into her mouth. When Katara hadn’t pulled back in disgust of herself, Zuko chuckled to himself. “You like the taste of yourself? That’s dirty, princess.”

“Nghhh,” Katara moaned into Zuko’s mouth, her tongue reaching into his mouth tasting a saltiness that she was sure Zuko claimed as her. 

Zuko’s fingers replaced where his tongue had been, fingers dipping deep into her wet pussy. He curled his fingers in her, hearing a small whine. Katara’s legs tried to close again, “I know you’re not good at listening but keep them open, princess.” He thrust his fingers in and out, “Or I’ll have to tie them open.”

“N-n-ah,” Katara tilted her head away.

“Don’t worry,” The dom spread his fingers and reached over Katara’s head for a triangle type pillow. Katara raised her hips when he pushed it under her. He never let his fingers slip from her. He fucked his fingers deeper in once she was settled. “Besides today is about learning.” Zuko leaned over her with a knee over his shoulder. He kissed the corner of her mouth, “I want to know everything about you.” He pulled his fingers out slightly so he could rub at her clit with his thumb. Katara’s leg twitched. She moaned and her eyes opened briefly only to close as Zuko kissed down her neck. “Want to know what you like, what makes you whine and moan.” Katara shifted and Zuko pushed his fingers back into her. “Want to know how to take you apart, how to make you cry, beg, scream.” 

“Fu-ah,” Katara’s back arched as Zuko did something with his fingers. Katara wasn’t too sure what he did, all she knew was she wanted it again. “Zuko, please.” 

Zuko smiled down to her, “Begging already. Mmm.” He gave her a few open mouthed kisses before pulling out his fingers and replacing his lips with wet fingers. Bright blues flashed open, tongue swiping up his middle and ring finger. Zuko pushed his fingers in deeper. When Katara closed her mouth around the fingers and sucked, Zuko’s hips rutted against her thigh. Damn, she’s getting to me.

Katara licked his fingers clean, even catching the wetness webbed between his fingers. Zuko pulled them from her and began working on his pants. Katara’s hands lifted from their spot again to help but Zuko pushed her hands back down, “Last warning, Miss Katara.” He shook his head capturing both her wrists in on hand as he worked on removing his belt and unbuttoning the button. 

The writer nodded and licked her lips, “Yes, Zuko.” It came out much airier than Katara had planned. 

Zuko raised an eyebrow, Brat or just innocent? “Be a good girl and keep them there.” He pressed down slightly before reaching over to the small table next to the bed pulling out the small drawer the company filled with condoms, lube, wet wipes and other small things like that. Zuko pushed down his pants and boxers down his legs then worked on the condom. Zuko knew that Katara was covered, but for the sake of their first time he didn’t want to worry too much of clean up. 

He settled back between her legs with a small smile, “You ready, princess?”

“Please,” Katara’s legs wrapped around the top of Zuko’s thighs. 

Zuko captured her wrists with one hand again. He lined himself up with his other hand giving himself one last jerk before sliding in. Katara gave a sharp inhale and her eyes closed after he had sunk halfway in. She was so gorgeous, and wet, “So fucking tight.”

“Ah~,” Katara let out a shaking, breathy moan. 

Zuko pulled back slightly and pushed his hips forward with more force than he had wanted but she was doing something to him. Katara’s hands clenched into fists. He gave a few slow thrusts, testing how deep he could fuck into her. And with how worked up and wet she was, Zuko could go deep.

He sped up his thrusts and Katara did her best to roll her hips to meet the thrusts. She was so gorgeous, her mouth open with moans and breaths, her eyes peeking up at him every other rough thrust. Zuko groaned and lowered his head, licking and nipping at the top of her breasts. He was careful not to leave a mark. His teeth caught the top of the bra before pulling back slightly. He pushed his hips forward burying his cock deep in her. 

Katara whined, her legs tightened around his hips. She rolled her hips up and Zuko cursed. “Hold on, let me-.” Zuko let go of her hands in order to reach under for the clasp of her bra. And like the true expert he was, he only failed twice. “Fuck.” Zuko pulled the bra from her. Her hands dropping to cover herself on auto-pilot. 

Zuko growled and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself from punishing her. She’s still new. His jaw clenched as both hands to hers and he shoved them into the pillows by her hands, “Today is the first time so I’m not going to punish you but,” He looked at her in the eyes. “I promise you next time I will not be this easy about you ignoring my commands.”

Katara gulped at the seriousness in the golden eyes. The fingers around hers were warm and squeezing. “S-sorry.” She watched as he closed his eyes again and took another breath. 

“Fuck.” Zuko shook his head and rolled his hips back and then forward again. It only took a few moments for him to regain his speed. Zuko let go of one hand to pull Katara’s leg up. 

Katara’s head went back into the pillow as she arched up, “Fu-Ahhh. So deep.” So, fucking deep. 

“Mm,” Zuko slowed his thrusts to make sure he pressed all the way in. Katara’s leg twitched and Zuko pressed her leg further to her chest. He was pleased to see the flexibility. He grabbed both Katara’s wrists in his one hand. He didn’t want to give her another chance. He really should have brought a rope or maybe a tie. 

Zuko leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before moving down to kiss her collarbone and then her bare breast. He gave a hard thrust just to see the jiggle. He sped up his thrusts and leaned down to take the hardened nipple in his mouth. He gave a small suck and Katara cried out.

Katara felt warm and like everything was- was- she couldn’t really put it into words. Fuck. How am I supposed to put this into wor- A soft pinch to her nipple broke her thoughts. Katara’s jaw clenched as she felt her orgasm approaching. “Zuko? I wanna- Can I-?” She wiggled her fingers. “Fuck~!”

There was a ‘pop’ as Zuko pulled his mouth away from Katara. Blue eyes looked down to the dom. “What do you want?” Zuko kissed up to her mouth, there was a relatively soft kiss compared to the rapid thrusts of his hips. 

“Touch, I want to touch.” Katara gasped as Zuko squeezed her thigh.

“I don’t think so,” Zuko shook his head, he tried to keep his speed. “Maybe if you’d- fuck- been a good girl,” Zuko let go of her leg to run his hand up to her neglected nipple.

“Please!” Katara’s legs try to close as her orgasm hit her like a train and out of nowhere.

Zuko cursed at the tightness around him. He let go of her hands to lean back and take a hold of her quivering legs. He fucked into her hard finding his release soon after. Katara kept her hands tight in the pillowcase. She was panting and her back arched as the last final thrusts sent her deeper into bliss. 

There were a few minutes of the two of them trying to regain their breath. Zuko was gentle pulling back still causing Katara to whine. He lifted her hips to pull the pillow from under her. He leaned over her and swept his fingers through her hair. “Are you okay by yourself for a second?” She gave a small smile and nodded. “I’m going to grab you a drink okay?”

“Mm,” Katara’s eyes closed as the orgasm high ran from her body. When Zuko’s heat left her body, Katara wiggled her fingers and rolled her wrists. She blinked a few times and raised herself up to look where Zuko had adjusted his pants and opened a hidden door in the black wall. “Zuko?”

“Yeah?” Zuko took out two bottles of water and a small bag of grapes, a pre-peeled orange and a few pieces of chocolate. 

Katara sat up fully as Zuko made his way back to the bed, “What would have my punishment have been if this wasn’t my first time?” 

Zuko gave a small chuckle as he opened her water and handed it over to her. She took a small sip. “Maybe tied you down, probably with handcuffs or-,” Zuko looked over her with a smile. “I am the best rigger in the dungeon. And I can only bet that you’d look gorgeous in white ropes.”

“Like bondage? Like the girl from the other night?” Katara pulled out a few grapes to eat. She was highly curious. 

“Yeah, like that.” Zuko took a drink from his bottle. He looked down the beautifully tanned body. He liked that Katara hadn’t immediately covered up. “Would you be okay with that?”

Katara blushed and looked down at her bag of goodies, “I mean, I didn’t mind what you did today.” She licked her lips before eating a slice of orange. “Are you okay with how inexperienced I am?”

The dom leaned forward tipped her head up with his knuckles, “You’re perfect, Katara. It’s a lot more fun to be honest.”

“Fun?”

Zuko reached into her bag and fed her a piece of chocolate, “Yes, fun. Learning and watching someone discover something they like. It’s fun.”

Katara let the piece of chocolate melted and nodded, “Oh.”

“And you showed more than one thing tonight that I think we can try soon. Nothing too hard, but definitely fun.” Zuko pushed back a piece of her hair that had fallen from her ponytail. “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I think I’m good.” Katara looked down and noticed she was still sitting completely naked. Her hand raised to cover her chest. “Maybe grab my panties?” 

Zuko smiled and leaned off the bed to grab the lace. When he sat back up Katara’ already had her bra snapped into place. “So, usually I like to give a day between scenes. Just to give you time to recover. But we didn’t play to hard tonight, I don’t think anyway. You seem like you are pretty coherent.”

“Yeah, that’s fine if we can wait a day.” 

“Well, actually I was hoping to see you tomorrow.”

Katara paused as she was pulling on her panties. “Oh, yeah that’s fine too.” She leaned over the end of the bed for her jeans. Her top was too far away, and she gave a small pout. 

Zuko looked behind him to where Katara’s shirt was on the floor. He stood and lifted her tank top from the ground. “Next time we won’t be so sloppy.” Zuko handed it to her, “About next time, would you like to know what I have in mind?”

Katara took a breath as she pulled on the shirt, “Uh, sure? I’m not really worried.”

“Well, I’m thinking,” Zuko leaned to grab his shirt and pulled it on. “Since you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.” he smirked and gave a wink. “I think we could cuff you. To the bed or maybe the wall?”

Katara’s eyebrows went up and she hummed through her bitten lips. “Wow,” She took in a breath and raised her shoulders. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Zuko tilted his head as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Yeah,” Katara blushed and slipped from the bed to pull on her jeans. 

“Okay, I’ll make sure to grab some from the toy box.” Zuko finished up his shirt and reached out to catch Katara before she fell over trying to get her other foot into her jeans. She gave a quiet ‘thanks’. The writer pulled up the other leg of her pants. “I had fun tonight.”

“Me too.” Katara finished dressing herself by slipping into her heels and brushed out the wrinkles from her top. “How’s my hair?” Zuko pointed to the mirror in the corner of the room. He watched her pull her ponytail out and then fix it again. She checked her makeup before turning to him with a smile. “Thanks, for tonight.”

“You don’t need anything else?” Zuko looked her over and walked to the door. Katara shook her head. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Mhmm, tomorrow.” Katara smiled as Zuko motioned her out. “Is there anything I need to bring?”

“Just what you brought today.” Zuko smirked and put a hand on her lower back to escort her back to the front. “Have a goodnight.” He did his best not to completely walk her to the door and kiss her ‘goodnight’ like he wanted to. Katara waved at him from the door after she collected her items.