Day 3: Role Reversal/Bondage/Choking

Day 3: Role Reversal/Bondage/Choking

Shego glared at her wrists, pulling against the bindings that held her securely to the headboard. It wasn't the ropes that bothered her—the smooth silk was hardly uncomfortable—but it was the fact that she was the one tied up that had her fuming. The normally smug, in-control villainess found herself on her back, arms stretched above her, completely at the mercy of one Kim Possible.

Kim stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, her stance confident and assured. A small smirk tugged at her lips as she watched Shego struggle against the ropes. There was something utterly satisfying about seeing Shego in this position, bound and frustrated. It was a far cry from their usual dynamic, and Kim had to admit, she was enjoying it far more than she expected.

"Something wrong, Shego?" Kim teased, her voice soft but full of amusement. "You look... tense."

Shego shot her a glare, her green eyes blazing with defiance. "Oh, Princess , don't start thinking you're in charge just because you've got me tied up," she growled, though there was an underlying edge of frustration in her voice. Shego wasn't used to giving up control—not in their relationship, and certainly not in their fights . She thrived on it. But now, with her wrists bound and Kim standing over her like the one in power, she was forced to acknowledge the shift in their dynamic.

Kim's smirk widened, and she took a step closer, her fingers brushing lightly over the exposed skin of Shego's thigh. "I think you're forgetting who's in charge tonight, Shego," she said, her voice low and teasing. "You agreed to this, remember? I'm calling the shots."

Shego's breath hitched slightly as Kim's fingers danced higher, tracing slow, deliberate circles along her skin. Despite herself, Shego's body responded to the touch, a warmth spreading through her that she tried to suppress. "I agreed to let you have some fun," Shego muttered, trying to keep her voice steady. "But don't think for a second that I'm going to beg."

Kim raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying Shego's resistance. "Oh, I don't need you to beg. But I do think it's time you learned what it feels like to not be the one in control."

With that, Kim climbed onto the bed, straddling Shego's hips as she leaned down, her lips brushing teasingly against the shell of Shego's ear. "You've always liked to push me around," she whispered, her breath hot against Shego's skin. "But now it's my turn."

Shego clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the way her body was responding to Kim's proximity, the way her heart raced when Kim's lips hovered so close to her. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this—she was supposed to be the one in charge. And yet, there was something undeniably thrilling about being pinned beneath Kim, her movements restricted by the silk ropes, the weight of Kim's body pressing down on her.

Kim's hands moved to Shego's wrists, her fingers brushing over the knots in the silk bindings. "You could break free if you really wanted to," Kim murmured, her voice soft but filled with challenge. "But you're not, are you?"

Shego's breath hitched again, her chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping her cool. She glared at Kim, her voice dripping with mock bravado. "Don't flatter yourself, Kimmie. I'm just waiting to see what you think you can do."

Kim's smirk didn't falter as she shifted her weight, her hands trailing down Shego's sides, sending a shiver through the villainess. "We'll see about that," Kim said softly, her voice full of promise.

Kim moved lower, her lips brushing against Shego's collarbone, her fingers tracing slow patterns along Shego's stomach. Shego's muscles tightened in response, her breath catching in her throat as Kim's touch became more deliberate, more teasing.

"You're used to being the one in charge," Kim whispered, her voice low and sultry. "But tonight, you're going to find out what it feels like to be at my mercy."

Shego's heart raced, her body betraying her as heat pooled in her core, the sensation of Kim's fingers against her skin sending electric jolts through her. She clenched her fists, her wrists pulling against the silk bindings as she tried to maintain control—tried to keep her composure. But Kim wasn't making it easy.

Kim's hands moved lower, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Shego's pants, teasing her with slow, deliberate movements. "You're already so tense," Kim murmured, her lips brushing against Shego's neck. "Maybe you like this more than you're willing to admit."

Shego gritted her teeth, refusing to give Kim the satisfaction of seeing just how much she was affecting her. "Keep dreaming, Pumpkin," she growled, though her voice came out breathier than she intended.

Kim chuckled softly, her breath warm against Shego's skin. "We'll see," she whispered, her fingers slipping lower, teasing Shego in a way that made her body tense, her breath hitching again despite herself.

Shego's body was betraying her. Every slow, deliberate touch from Kim made it harder to keep her composure. She could feel the warmth spreading through her, the way her muscles tensed with every brush of Kim's fingers, the way her breath came faster, more shallow. She hated how much she was enjoying this—how much she was letting Kim take control.

Kim's fingers dipped lower, teasing Shego's inner thighs, the touch just light enough to make Shego's breath catch, her hips shifting involuntarily. Kim smirked, clearly enjoying the way Shego's body responded, despite her protests.

"I think you're starting to like this," Kim murmured, her voice teasing as she pressed a kiss to Shego's collarbone. "You're so used to being in control, but right now, you're completely at my mercy."

Shego clenched her jaw, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through her as Kim's fingers trailed lower, closer to where she was aching for more. "You're pushing your luck, Kimmie," Shego growled, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the flush in her cheeks and the way her breath came in short, ragged gasps.

Kim's smile widened, her fingers still teasing, never quite giving Shego what she wanted. "You think you're still in control," Kim whispered, her voice soft but full of command. "But you're not."

Shego's breath hitched as Kim's fingers brushed against her core, the touch light but enough to send a jolt of heat through her. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her body reacting to the sensation despite her best efforts to stay composed.

Kim's smirk deepened as she felt Shego's body tense beneath her. "You're not as tough as you pretend to be," Kim teased, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. "I can feel how much you want this."

Shego clenched her fists, pulling against the bindings, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She wasn't going to give Kim the satisfaction of seeing her lose control. She wasn't going to beg .

But Kim wasn't making it easy.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Kim slid her fingers inside Shego, the sensation sending a shockwave through her body. Shego gasped, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as the pleasure hit her hard, her body betraying her completely.

Kim's movements were slow and deliberate, her fingers curling inside Shego in a way that made her breath catch, her entire body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. Shego's mind was spinning, her body aching for more, but Kim was keeping the pace maddeningly slow, controlled, teasing her with every movement.

Kim watched Shego's reaction closely, the way her hips would instinctively press up for more, only to be denied as Kim kept the pace leisurely. It was rare to see Shego like this—vulnerable, on the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to stay composed. And Kim was loving every second of it.

"You think you can handle this, Shego?" Kim whispered, her voice soft but laced with challenge. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Shego's ear, her breath warm and teasing. "I know you, remember? You're not going to come like this. Not with it this slow."

Shego bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat as Kim's words hit her like a jolt. She tried to keep her usual bravado, but it was hard—so hard—with Kim's fingers moving so deliberately, so carefully. Each curl of Kim's fingers sent sparks of pleasure through her, but it wasn't enough to push her over the edge. Not like this.

"I know you need it rough," Kim continued, her voice low, almost taunting as she moved her fingers in slow, steady circles, never increasing the pace. "You're used to fighting, aren't you? Sparring, trading blows, the adrenaline... You need that. You need it hard."

Shego's body tensed, her hands pulling against the silk bindings as she fought to keep control. Kim's words were cutting through her, pushing her closer to the edge, but she couldn't get there—not like this. Kim knew exactly what she was doing. The slow, deliberate movements were driving her insane, teasing her with just enough to keep her trembling, but not enough to push her over the edge.

Kim's lips brushed against Shego's neck, her voice a soft, teasing whisper. "You want it rough, don't you? Like when we fight. You want me to slam you into the wall, pin you down, take you hard."

Shego let out a low growl, her breath ragged as her hips jerked up, trying to take more of Kim's fingers, but Kim kept the pace torturously slow. Shego's body was on fire, her muscles trembling with the effort of holding back, but Kim wasn't giving her what she needed. Not yet.

"I'm not going to give it to you," Kim whispered, her voice full of command as she pressed a kiss to the side of Shego's neck, her fingers still moving in slow, controlled circles. "Not yet. You don't get to come until you ask me nicely."

Shego's entire body tensed at Kim's words, her frustration flaring. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body aching for more, but Kim was deliberately holding back, keeping her right at the brink without giving her the release she desperately craved. And it was driving her insane .

With a low, dangerous growl, Shego's voice cut through the air, sharp and full of defiance. "You think you can keep teasing me like this, Kimmie?" Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving as she fought to keep control, but she couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "If you don't hurry the hell up and finish this, I swear I'm going to tie you down next time, bend you over, and fuck your ass with the biggest strap-on we've got."

Kim's eyes widened slightly, and she bit her lip, clearly enjoying Shego's outburst. But she didn't speed up. If anything, she slowed down, her fingers curling inside Shego in the slowest, most agonizing way possible. "Oh, really?" Kim asked, her voice soft but teasing. "You think you'll be able to handle me when I'm done with you?"

Shego's breath hitched, her entire body trembling beneath Kim's control. She pulled at the ropes again, the silk bindings keeping her locked in place, unable to escape, unable to take control like she normally would. "I'm going to make you beg for it," Shego growled, her voice rough with desire. "When I'm done, you're going to be screaming my name. You'll be begging me to stop, and I won't."

Kim's smirk only grew as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Shego's ear. "That's a lot of talk for someone who's completely at my mercy right now," she whispered, her breath hot against Shego's skin.

Shego growled again, her voice laced with frustration. "You think this is going to break me? You think I'm going to beg you to let me come? I'll make you come so hard you'll forget your own name, Princess. I'll shove my cock so deep in you, you won't be able to walk for days."

Kim's breath hitched, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the raw intensity in Shego's voice. "Mmm, you've got quite the imagination, Shego," Kim teased, her fingers continuing their slow, deliberate movements, keeping Shego teetering on the edge but never pushing her over. "But we both know you can't come like this. Not with it slow. You need it rough. You need me to fuck you hard, just like when we fight."

Shego's jaw clenched, her entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. She wanted to snap the ropes, flip Kim over, and take control again, but she couldn't. Not yet. "When I get out of these ropes," Shego growled, her voice shaking with the force of her frustration, "I'm going to wreck you. You're going to be begging for mercy by the time I'm done."

Kim grinned, clearly enjoying Shego's dirty threats. But she wasn't going to give in so easily. She leaned down, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to Shego's lips, her fingers still moving torturously slow. "You'll have to wait your turn," Kim whispered, her voice full of teasing confidence. "Right now, you're going to have to be a good girl and ask me for it."

Shego's frustration reached a breaking point. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as her body trembled, her muscles clenching with the effort of holding herself back. She couldn't take it anymore. The slow, teasing pace, the way Kim was controlling her so effortlessly—it was driving her wild.

"I swear to God, Kimmie," Shego growled, her voice desperate now, "if you don't make me come, I'm going to flip you over and fuck you so hard, you won't even be able to—"

" Say it ," Kim interrupted, her voice suddenly sharp, her fingers stopping their movements entirely as she hovered over Shego, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Say 'please, Kimmie, let me come.'"

Shego's breath hitched, her entire body trembling as she glared up at Kim, her chest heaving with effort. She hated this—hated how much Kim had her under her control, hated the way her body ached for more, but most of all, hated that she couldn't do a damn thing about it. Not until she gave Kim what she wanted.

With a frustrated growl, Shego finally gave in.

"Please," Shego muttered, her voice a half-growl as she pulled at the ropes. "Please, Kimmie, let me come."

Kim's eyes gleamed with triumph, and her smirk returned in full force. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice soft and full of satisfaction.

Without another word, Kim's movements shifted. Her fingers plunged deeper inside Shego, her pace suddenly rough and demanding, giving Shego exactly what she needed. The sharp intensity of Kim's thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure through Shego's body, her hips bucking up instinctively to meet each thrust.

Kim didn't stop there. Her other hand moved to Shego's throat, wrapping around it firmly, but not too tight—just enough to send a jolt of heat through Shego's body. Shego's eyes widened slightly as she felt Kim's fingers tighten around her neck, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the combination of the rough thrusts and the pressure on her throat pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"You like this, don't you?" Kim growled, her voice low and rough as she continued to fuck Shego hard, her hand tightening just a little more around Shego's throat. "You need it rough. You need me to take control."

Shego gasped, her body trembling beneath Kim's touch, her mind spinning with the overwhelming sensation of it all. She couldn't speak, couldn't respond. All she could do was moan, her body jerking with each powerful thrust, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as the pressure on her throat intensified.

"You're going to come for me," Kim growled, her voice full of command as she continued her relentless pace. "You're going to come hard, and you're going to thank me for it."

Shego's entire body tensed, her muscles coiling tight as the pleasure built to an unbearable level. She was right on the edge, teetering between control and release, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Kim's hand tightened around her throat, pushing her closer and closer.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, Shego shattered.

Her body convulsed beneath Kim, her hips jerking uncontrollably as the pleasure ripped through her, wave after wave crashing over her as she came hard. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in short, shallow gasps as the pressure on her throat heightened the intensity of her orgasm, sending her mind spinning.

Kim's hand stayed firm around her throat, her thrusts slowing as she drew out every last bit of Shego's release, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched Shego come undone beneath her.

When Shego's body finally stopped trembling, when her breath came in shaky, ragged gasps, Kim slowly released her grip on Shego's throat, her fingers gently tracing the red marks left behind. She pressed a soft kiss to Shego's lips, her movements gentle now, soothing.

"You did so well," Kim whispered, her voice soft and full of praise as she kissed Shego again, her fingers still resting lightly on her neck. "That's my good girl."

Shego's breath came in short, uneven bursts as she lay there, her body spent, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. She could barely move, her muscles still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction settling into her.

Kim leaned down, pressing another kiss to Shego's lips before whispering, "Next time, maybe you'll think twice before threatening me."

Shego chuckled weakly, her voice still shaky as she finally managed to catch her breath. "Don't count on it, Princess."