Chapter 13: Soap and Submission
The scent of ozone and rain clung to Kim’s jacket as she stepped out of the elevator into the silent, cool expanse of Shego’s penthouse foyer. The city glittered, a vast circuit board of lights below the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her heart thumped against her ribs, a frantic drum solo. It was Friday. The entire, empty weekend stretched before them, a delicious, terrifying promise.
Shego emerged from the shadowed hallway, backlit by the soft glow of her living room. She wore simple black lounge pants and a tight tank top, her hair down, a sleek dark cascade. She looked effortlessly powerful, at home in her domain.
“Hey,” Kim said, her voice softer than she intended.
“Kimmie,” Shego replied, a smirk playing on her lips. She closed the distance in a few strides. No hesitation. She pulled Kim into an embrace that was more possession than hello, one hand cupping the back of Kim’s neck. Their lips met, and Kim melted into it. The kiss was deep, searching, tongues sliding together in a familiar, hungry dance. It tasted like mint and dark coffee and sheer want.
Shego pulled back first, just an inch. Her nose wrinkled, though her eyes glinted with amusement. “You stink.”
A laugh burst from Kim, nervous and real. She shrugged, feeling the grit of a long day clinging to her skin. “Long day. Got held up. Forgot to shower.”
“Forgot?” Shego’s eyebrow arched. Her hands slid down to Kim’s hips, pulling their bodies flush. The hardness of Shego’s stomach pressed against her. “Or were you just in a hurry to get here, all sweaty and worked up?”
Kim’s cheeks flushed. She couldn’t lie. The thought of arriving unclean, of needing to be cleaned, had been a secret part of the thrill all afternoon. “Maybe.”
“Maybe,” Shego mimicked, her voice a low purr. She took Kim’s hand, her grip firm. “C’mon. You’re fouling up my clean lines.”
She led her through the minimalist living space, down a hallway of pale wood and subtle light, into the master bathroom. It was a chamber of glass and marble, monochrome and severe. Shego reached in, flicked a switch. The rain shower head suspended from the ceiling hissed to life, a cascade of steam beginning to billow within the glass enclosure.
Without ceremony, Shego turned and began undressing Kim. Her fingers made quick work of the jacket zipper, pushed it off her shoulders. The damp t-shirt followed, lifted over Kim’s head. Each brush of Shego’s knuckles against her skin sparked a trail of fire. The button of her jeans popped open, the zipper a loud rasp in the quiet room. Shego knelt, tugging the denim and her panties down in one smooth motion, helping Kim step out of them.
Kim stood naked, the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin, her nipples hardening to tight peaks. Shego’s gaze was a physical touch, roaming over her without shame. Then Shego stood and removed her own clothes, a slow, deliberate strip that held Kim rapt. The black fabric pooled on the marble floor.
“In,” Shego commanded, nodding toward the shower.
Kim slid the glass door open and stepped into the billowing steam. The hot water hit her shoulders, a shock that melted into bliss. A second later, Shego was behind her, the solid, cool planes of her green body pressing against Kim’s back. The contrast was exquisite.
Shego reached for a bottle, squeezed a measure of clear, sage-scented gel into her palm. She began at Kim’s shoulders, her strong hands working the lather into her skin, kneading the tension from her muscles. Kim’s head fell forward, a soft sigh escaping her.
The hands moved lower, slick and deliberate. Over the curves of her shoulder blades, down the dip of her spine. Shego soaped the swell of Kim’s ass, her fingers digging into the firm muscle, then sliding through the cleft with a purposeful, intimate stroke that made Kim jump.
“Easy,” Shego murmured, her lips against Kim’s wet ear.
She turned Kim around under the spray, rinsing the suds from her back. Her eyes were dark emerald pits in the steam. She poured more gel, her palms smoothing it over Kim’s collarbones, then down, capturing both breasts. Shego wasn’t just washing her; she was worshiping her, weighing her, her thumbs circling Kim’s nipples until they ached and pebbled under the slippery touch.
Kim’s breath came in short hitches. Her hands found Shego’s waist, holding on.
Shego’s soapy hands slid down Kim’s quivering stomach, through the coarse, wet thatch of red hair, and without pause, into the heat between her legs. One finger, slick with soap and water, parted her folds, stroking directly over her clit.
“Oh, god,” Kim choked, her knees buckling. Shego’s other arm snaked around her waist, holding her up.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” Shego breathed, her finger moving in slow, torturous circles. “All this for me? Just from me washing you?”
“Yes.” The word was a sob.
Shego increased the pressure, her finger sliding down to gather the natural slickness that had nothing to do with the soap, then back up to smear it over her throbbing clit. The gel made everything slippery, sensitive, the friction a unique, electric burn. Kim’s hips began to move, chasing the touch.
“Look at you,” Shego said, her voice thick with desire. “My clean, dirty girl.”
She dropped to her knees on the shower floor. The water streamed over her black hair, down her face, as she pushed Kim’s thighs apart and buried her mouth between them.
The first flat stroke of her tongue, hot and rougher than the water, ripped a cry from Kim’s throat. Shego ate her with a singular focus, her tongue lashing Kim’s clit, then plunging deep inside her, fucking her with it, tasting her. The soap was rinsed away, leaving only the pure, musky salt of Kim’s arousal. Shego’s nose pressed against her, her lips sealed around Kim’s clit, sucking rhythmically, relentlessly.
Kim braced herself against the glass wall, her fingers splaying, slipping. The world narrowed to the steam, the pounding water, and the devastating expertise of Shego’s mouth. Pressure coiled, tight and urgent, deep in her gut.
“Shego, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!”
The words seemed to ignite Shego. She redoubled her efforts, one hand coming up to squeeze Kim’s breast, pinching the nipple hard. The sharp pain splintered the pleasure, tipping Kim over the edge.
Her orgasm exploded, a white-hot wire of sensation from her core to her extremities. She screamed, her body convulsing, her cunt fluttering against Shego’s devouring tongue. Shego held her there, drinking every pulse, until the tremors subsided into weak shudders.
Kim slid down the wall, boneless, until she was on the wet tile facing Shego, their faces level. Their lips met, and Kim could taste herself on Shego’s tongue—bitter, dark, and addictive. The kiss was fierce, claiming.
“My turn,” Kim gasped against her mouth.
She pushed Shego back gently until she was sitting on the shower bench. Kim knelt between her spread legs, the water cascading over her own back. Shego’s cunt was a beautiful, glistening sight, her folds already swollen and parted. Kim didn’t hesitate. She leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.
Shego’s hips jolted. “Fuck.”
Kim dove in. This was hunger, repayment, worship. She buried her face in Shego, her tongue spearing inside, fucking her with shallow thrusts before swirling around the hard, eager bud of her clit. Shego’s taste was more complex than her own, sharper, an addictive flavor Kim craved. Shego’s hands fisted in her hair, not guiding, just holding on, her thighs trembling against Kim’s temples.
“Just like that… yes… you fucking natural,” Shego panted, her head thrown back against the glass.
Kim sucked the clit into her mouth, applying steady, pulsing pressure, her fingers sliding inside Shego, curling up. Shego’s back arched off the bench, a raw, guttural cry tearing from her throat as she came. Kim felt the rhythmic clenching around her fingers, the flood of wet heat against her lips. She didn’t let up, gentling her touch but not stopping, drawing out the shuddering waves until Shego’s grip on her hair went slack.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of the water and their ragged breathing. Kim rested her forehead against Shego’s thigh, spent.
Shego finally stirred, her hand gently lifting Kim’s chin. Her eyes were soft, the control momentarily shattered, revealing something vulnerable and warm. Wordlessly, she pulled Kim up onto the bench, into her lap. They kissed under the spray, a slow, deep, tasting kiss that held no urgency, only a profound, startling connection. Their slick bodies pressed together, steam cocooning them from the world outside.
“You missed a spot,” Kim whispered eventually, a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“Yeah?” Shego nuzzled her neck. “I’ll get it tomorrow. And the day after that.”
The promise hung in the humid air, more binding than any contract. The weekend had just begun.