Katara had her head laid over the spanking bench headrest. Zuko was standing close by as she breathed heavily through the fog of pleasure. Zuko had gotten a new paddle that had the words 'Daddy's Girl' one side, so it imprinted on her ass. He had paddled her ass hard three times before he deemed the words clear enough to read. He then proceeded to fuck her as she was still tied to the bench. He used his hand to spank her other cheek a bright pink to match the words forming on the other.

Zuko had gently gone through the aftercare, untying Katara and gathering their items. Katara was lying on her stomach enjoying her stomach when she brought it up.

"Do doms always stay clothed while in scenes?" She bit into a fig roll and tilted her head to the side as she looked over Zuko.

Zuko paused cleaning the spanking bench but quickly returned to his work, "Some scenes, I guess. A military kink, for example. You'd probably see the dom always in uniform."

Katara hummed and slowly sat up, the skin on her ass was warm against her cool calf muscles. The sting wasn't too bad after Zuko rubbed in some aloe. "So, you stay clothed-?" Katara paused trying to figure out what his reason would be. "Because you're… Daddy?"

Zuko turned his back to her as he began putting the cleaning supplies away. "Yeah, something like that."

"Something like that?" Katara poked a little further. "Or nothing like that?" Zuko still hadn't turned around and Katara was getting a little worried but it didn't stop the next question from falling from her mouth, "Or does it have to do with your scars?"

Zuko spun around to her with surprised eyes that were quickly curtained by an unemotional look, "Wh-why? Where did you-?"

"You have six scars on the inside of your left thigh," Katara bit her lips together. She looked Zuko over. "I also paused the video we made I guess at the right time and you have at least one on your lower back."

"I have two there." Zuko said quietly but that was the only information he provided.

"So, is that wh-?"

"Yes," Zuko dropped his head.

It was the most defeated? No, disappointed? Maybe. She had ever seen Zuko. Katara slid from the bed and to him. "Can I see?"

"They're from a past partner," Zuko shook his head, "You don't- There's no reason for my current partner to see what my old master did."

Katara furrowed her eyebrows, "You were a sub?"

"A switch," Zuko licked his lips and finally looked back up at Katara, "Though I called her Master."

Katara stood there quietly trying to connect things but she was still so new… "So, she did that to you?"

"She had a thing for knives and blood." Zuko gave a small smile but it fell along with his head again.

Katara tilted his chin up, like he had done many times to her, to look into his eyes, "Can I see?" Zuko still looked somewhat unsure but nodded. Katara gave a small smile and began working on the buttons of his light gray shirt. She leaned forward and gave a small kiss on the lips. It caught him a little off guard, but he didn't move as her lips then traveled to the side of his jaw and then down his neck. With each button she undid, she rewarded herself with a kiss lower down his body.

The writer pulled back, when she made it to set of muscles of his torso, to pull the shirt from his pants and push the fabric from his shoulders. Katara steadied her breath at the marks just below eye level on his left pectoral. There four short lines set, white and healed with time. Katara reached out, her fingers barely touching the skin and they both took in a shaky breath. Katara leaned forward and pressed a kiss to each

Katara's eyes and fingertips continued down Zuko's torso. Katara began thanking every god out there for the man standing in front of her. He was impressive. The elegantly etched abs had Katara inwardly groaning. Katara wanted to put her mouth on every piece of skin. Katara's right hand stopped as she felt small bumps there too. Katara looked up briefly to Zuko. Zuko's golden eyes were alight with lust. She did her best to keep eye contact as her lips met how warm skin where Katara's right hand used to be. One, two, three kisses, then a lick to the left just so she could taste his skin.

"Will you lay on the bed for me?" Katara's lips brushed the valley of muscles in the center of his chest.

Zuko simply took a step away from her and followed her request. He took her hand and brought her with him. Zuko sat on the edge of the bed and brought Katara between his legs. Zuko looked at her in the eyes, "I'll use the color system too." Katara nodded and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Please know, this isn't necessary. I simply keep it covered to not upset you as my new-."

"You're beautiful, Zuko." Katara said with full honesty in her voice. She pushed at his shoulders to push him down to the bed. As she climbed into his lap to straddle his thighs, her ass burned from the night's earlier proceedings. "All of you." Katara bit her lip softly as she ran her hands down his arms and back up again.

"I know you've been with other people," Katara said softly as she ran her fingers over the lines over his heart. Katara kind of hated it. It was like the lines were a jail. Something permanently never to be given again. But Zuko, Zuko was amazing and deserved to show everyone his heart. Katara leaned down and remarked her kisses, this time sealing each with a small swipe of her tongue. "You don't have to hide that. I want to see you." Katara blushed and kissed her way down his abs. She blamed her honesty on orgasm high fumes. "All of you." Katara repeated her earlier phrase and began undoing Zuko's pants.

There was a longer stretch of silence as Katara pulled Zuko's pants and underwear down, slowly becoming as naked as her. Katara continued to lay open mouthed kisses to Zuko's skin. Once she slid off and pushed Zuko's pants and underwear to the floor she asked him to scoot further up the bed.

Zuko moaned as Katara placed feather light kisses to his half hard cock. Katara was a little curious as to what his refractory period was. Katara licked at the softhead, she guessed she would be finding out tonight. She gave his cock two more soft kisses before moving down to kiss the lines on his thighs.

When Katara asked him to turn over, Zuko paused slightly before doing as she asked. Katara's inhale was probably extremely audible in the quiet room. "Twenty-one." Zuko mumbled into the blankets. "Over the course of three years."

Katara counted in her head and ran her fingers over the tally marks on his right shoulder blade. "Did it hurt?"

Zuko gave a small laugh, "Yeah, but there was a lot of pleasure that came with it."

"I don't think I cou-."

"I don't want you to." Zuko said as he raised his head to look over his shoulder at her. "And I won't administer this to another person." Zuko laid his head back down on his arms. "Blood kink is a hard limit for me now."

"Okay," Katara nodded and then shook her head realizing he couldn't see her. Katara rested her hands on his lower back as she leaned over to kiss the six lines over his shoulder blade. Her thumb brush delicately at the two on his lower back. "And the others?" She rubbed back and forth over a short scar. It wasn't like the rest.

"Some are from canes, some are from whips, a good collection of them are just me being a kid." Zuko mumbled into his arms.

Katara was rubbing soft circles all down his back, "Do you still play with her?"

"No." Zuko shook his head, "I've told you. You're my only client."

"Client," Katara pressed emphasis. "But you play with others?"

Zuko rolled back onto his back and patted his thighs. Katara got the hint and straddled them again. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, "No." He shook his head. "Yes, I help other couples from time to time. On occasion I might need to be a monitor. But still I do not get involved in scenes." Zuko pulled her a little closer so his hardening dick was rubbing against her inner thigh. "You're the only one, Katara. If that ever changes, I will let you know."

Katara nodded and ran her hands down his arms. She planted her hands on each side of his head. "Okay." She gave a pause and shifted so she rubbed his dick with her thigh. "You know, I kind of like this position."

Zuko raised an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

"Mhmm," Katara fucked her hips back again, a small trickle of warmth sliding against her thigh. "I feel like a queen not a princess like this." Zuko only smirked. "Can I ride you Daddy?" Katara tilted her head with a smile. She rocked forward and ran her hand through her hair.

"Fuck, Princess," Zuko groaned.

"Please, Dad-dy~!" Katara moaned so loud it was almost a scream. Zuko had squeezed her still sore ass. Katara cursed and dropped to her hands so she was leaned over Zuko's body.

One side of Zuko's lips twitched up, "Are you sure, Princess?" Zuko let go to bring it up to her hips. "Can you take me again?"

"Please, Daddy." Katara leaned closer to him. The tips of her nipples brushing against his warm skin. "I've been good. I've been a good girl. Please?"

"Line me up then," Zuko said deeply. He watches Katara reach between her legs and lined herself up, so the head pushed up into her soaked opening. Zuko rubbed at her hips. "Good girl, now sit."

Katara sucked air through her teeth as she sat down slowly. Her knees slid across the bed sheets lower she got. "Fuck, Daddy you're so big." Katara whined and rolled her hips as she finally settled in Zuko's lap.

The writer slowly built a pace. Her hands running up Zuko's torso to run her fingers over the thin scars. She loved them. Katara blinked at them. Loved? No. That's not-.

Zuko trusted up and interrupted her thoughts. His hand also mapping out Katara's smooth skin. "There you go again. What are thinking about?"

Katara bit her lip as he trusted up as she sat back down. "Daddy." She continued her pace and looked up to Zuko's face. "I'm thinking about Daddy." Katara's nails slightly curled in as Zuko cupped her ass. "I like feeling Daddy." She flattened her hands again and ran her fingers between the valleys of his abs. Katara leaned over so she could just press her lips to the edge of the burnt scar on his face, "Do you feel good, Daddy?"

"So, fucking good, Princess." Zuko ran his hands down to her knees. He felt her muscles flex as she continued to bounce. She was so beautiful and accepting. And Zuko had been so worried but she took to everything so well. So, so well. He wondered why he'd ever been nervous to show his skin with her. Hell, most people turn away at the large burn on his face. But not Katara. Katara touched and kissed every single flaw.

The dom felt something bloom in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. Zuko brought a hand to the back of her head and tilted her head so he could kiss her. And again, like everything she accepted it and then proceeded to blow his mind.

Katara hummed into the kiss as she rocked her hips. Her muscles were beginning to strain, but she wanted to ride him to the end. "Daddy~. Daddy."

"Hmm-ngh," Zuko moaned against her lips.

Katara had picked up the pace a bit and pulled back to sit up again. She looked down between them and watched herself fuck down onto him. Zuko's cock was shiny with her wetness and she pulled up so she could feel just the tip at her opening. Thick strings connected them and when Zuko's cock twitched a few of the strings broke. Katara lowered herself back down with a wet squelch.

Zuko groaned and pushed his feet into the bed as he fucked up into her. He was close and all he wanted was to feel her tight around him. He grabbed at her hips again and fucked her onto him.

Katara's legs trembled and she fell forward again, catching herself a hand on his shoulder the other beside his head. "Mmm. Oh fuck, Daddy!"

They both rocked together, finding the rhythm, and making skin slap to skin. It didn't take long for Zuko's hips to fall out of sync. Katara's moans became higher pitched and louder as she just sat down to take her fucking. Zuko squeezed both still pink ass cheeks and pulled her as close as possible to finish deep in her. Again.

Katara laid over Zuko. Their chests rubbing together with each breath. Katara laid her head on his right shoulder and ran her fingers over the scars on his left pectoral. Zuko leaned just a bit to kiss the top of her head before tilting his head back on the bed. He brought a hand to run though her hair.

They laid there both in their own thoughts. Zuko slowly softening in her. Katara basked in the warmth of Zuko and closed her eyes. Katara had a feeling something was changing between them.

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