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Title: A Good Match
By: nancy
Pairing: Abby/Ziva
Fandom: NCIS/JAG
Rating: AO
Warnings: BDSM, kink
Summary: Abby finds a good match with the help of a friend.
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Hey you! Mrs. Too Good To Look My Way
And that’s cool, you want nothing
at all to do with me.
But I want you, ain’t nothin’ wrong with wantin’
you...
And I can think what the hell I want, you got that
straight!?
--- Eat You Alive, Limp Bizkit
Abby was bored as she scanned
the club for something, anything,
interesting. It was hot and crowded and her skimpy little black satin dress was
already damp with sweat, but she loved it. The bodies writhing in time to the
insanely loud music were mostly as hot as the temperature and she had lots of
eye candy to choose from.
Hmm... she thought in hunger. Boy or girl, tonight?
There was
plenty of options for her, no doubt about that. Pretty boys
and girls looking to be taken and fucked and dominated by a Mistress who knew
how to be just cruel enough to get them off like they never had before.
It had been too long since she’d had enough time off to get into the headspace
for doing what she really wanted. She’d snapped that morning when Ziva had
sneered one too many times at something Tony had said, bringing Abby this close to just grabbing her hair and
yanking it until the woman was on her knees. She’d informed Gibbs seconds later
that if he didn’t give her the entire weekend off, without being on call, she
was going to quit. He’d taken her at her word and sent her home then and there.
Thinking of Ziva made her
choice for her. Abby knew that she couldn’t get at the one she really wanted to
bring down a peg or five, so she would have to choose a substitute. But that
was okay, because the chosen sacrifice would never know and Abby would make
sure she got whatever it was that she needed.
Abby strode through the press
of bodies, people parting for her with only a single glance. Gibbs wasn’t the
only one who had a Look that could move people out of the way. She wound up at
the bar, snapping her fingers for the nearly nude bartender behind it.
“How can I serve you,
Mistress?” the young man asked, eyes downcast.
Purring at the submissiveness,
Abby smiled at him, “You gorgeous thing, you. It’s too bad I’m in the mood for
pussy. But as for a drink, I’ll just have a seltzer, thanks. Is Lilac here?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied,
filling a glass with her and setting it carefully down without spilling a drop.
“Shall I get her for you?”
“Yes.”
Abby sipped at the cold seltzer
and sighed happily as she pondered with girl to take. There was an interesting
blond dancing in the center of a circle of admirers. She was certainly flexible
enough...
“Abby, my
love!” Lilac exclaimed, joining her at the bar.
Looking up at the tall, beautiful
bar owner that no one would know was really a man with all parts intact, Abby smiled brilliantly and threw her arms around
Lilac. She kissed Lilac’s cheek and accused fondly, “Are you getting taller?”
“Only with a little help,”
Lilac replied flirtatiously. Deep blue eyes sparkled and she twirled a long
lock of white blond hair around a finger as she held out a leg for inspection,
supple leather with an insane amount of tiny, tiny buttons going to the knees
and with a three inch base. “And you, my lovely, are just as perfect as ever! I
can see that we’re in the mood to drive tonight.”
Abby smirked a little and
acknowledged, “I’m not packing, but I might as well be.”
“Mmm. How delicious for your next victim,” Lilac teased.
Combing elegant fingers through Abby’s loose hair, she questioned, “Rough day
at work?”
“Rough month,” Abby sighed.
“And I need to take it out on someone. Suggestions?”
“As it so happens, I do have
something rather exotic on the menu, if you’re in the mood for a girl tonight,”
Lilac told her.
Abby bared her teeth a little
and replied, “I am, matter of fact. Lead on.”
Lilac wound a long arm around
Abby’s waist and they strolled through the crowd to the door that led to the
private club. It was many, many decibels quieter in the back part of the club,
where soundproofing guaranteed that people could scream as loudly as they
wanted without shame or embarrassment. The carpeting was rich and soft beneath
Abby’s ‘fuck-me’ leather Mistress boots, and the walls
were a soothing shade of blue decorated with the occasional black and white
portrait in pain and bondage.
The hall itself was a good
fifty meters long and went in a square around the back of the building. Off the
hall were multiple doors that contained varied bedroom themes and a couple of
extremely well-stocked dungeons. Lilac stopped them at one of the dungeons and
motioned for Abby to precede her, an anticipatory smile hovering over full
lips.
Abby flashed her
a flirty look and walked inside to find a small group gathered around
the St. Andrew’s cross in the center. She recognized
most of the men and women there, Doms with Subs or
Slaves kneeling at their feet. She also knew the man currently wielding a whip
over the bare back of the woman chained facedown on the cross. Abby stiffened
in instant recognition of the bound woman. Even if the thick, dark curls hadn’t
been loose in a familiar manner, Abby had spent a lot of time staring at Ziva’s
ass.
“Abby?” Lilac prompted, curious
about the reaction.
Striding forward, heels
clicking on the unyielding wooden floor, Abby stopped the whip from coming down
simply by touching Max on the shoulder. Surprised, the big man looked at her,
questioning. Abby held out her hand wordlessly and, after a quick look to Lilac,
gave it to her.
“Talk about a dream come true,” Abby drawled, trailing the leather over Ziva’s
ass. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for ever.”
Ziva gasped in shock and
struggled uselessly against the cuffs.
Stepping right next to her,
Abby took Ziva’s chin between her fingers, pinching hard and ordering, “Don’t
you move, bitch. And I don’t want to hear any words from you unless it’s a safe
word.”
Ziva swallowed, dark eyes wide
as she obeyed.
“Which is?”
There was a pause before Ziva
said breathlessly, “Gibbs.”
Abby laughed at that, but not
unkindly. She could understand how the other woman viewed Gibbs as safety,
because she did the same thing. “Good choice. And feel free to scream your head
off, but if you beg me to stop, you’ll regret it.”
With that, Abby stood back,
electrified by the fact that she had Ziva under her whip. She’d fantasized
about this since the agent had come to NCIS. Standing back, Abby waved Lilac
forward as she warmed up a little, intending this to go on for quite a while.
Hurrying forward, Lilac
murmured, “What on earth is going on?”
“She’s the reason I’ve had a
hard month,” Abby explained, grinning in fierce anticipation. “What are her
limits?”
Mouth forming an ‘O’ of
understanding, and her eyes taking on a glint of evil glee, Lilac told her, “We
haven’t found any yet. Well, aside from no permanent markings and no breaking
the skin. Have fun, my lovely.”
“Oh, I will,” Abby purred,
stepping into the right position.
She’d arrived just in time to
have Ziva as her own, personal blank canvas. There were no marks anywhere, but
that was about to change. She knew the last month had been hard for all of
them, with case after case, and that Ziva was looking for a release from that
rigid, in-control, sex-kitten thing she had going all the time at the office.
As much as the other woman irritated the crap out of her sometimes, there was
no denying that she was in need, something that Abby had never been able to
turn away from.
Letting loose with a light
flick across Ziva’s back, Abby grinned at the gasp of surprise. She kept it
light for several minutes, barely marking the dusky skin, getting the sub used
to her being the one at the other end. When she stopped the warm-up and cut
into Ziva with a serious intent, it provoked a choked off cry of pain that sent
a tingle through her. Three more were laid into Ziva, provoking more cries,
before she let the stripes throb for a minute. Abby licked her lips and observed,
“I think I’m going to take you home with me, sexy.”
Goosebumps shivered across Ziva’s
back and shoulders, giving implied approval of that idea. Abby grinned fiercely
and set about getting into the swing of things for real. She made short work of
the stillness with which Ziva held herself, and within ten minutes, would have
bet that Ziva had lost all track of time with the pained cries spilling from
her. Stopping about fifteen minutes after she started, Abby walked over to the
table and set aside the whip, wanting something more...intimate...
Hanging in her cuffs, shaking,
Ziva panted for breath, apparently unaware of Abby until she’d returned to
stand directly beside her. Tilting the sub’s face her way with a single finger
under the chin, Abby stared into the dazed, contented eyes and smiled slowly.
She leaned in and took the other woman’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss, possessing
her mouth almost lazily, knowing there was no rush. When she pulled back, Abby
licked at the corner of Ziva’s mouth and asked softly, “You want to come home
with me? You want me to fuck you so that you beg to come? You need me to make
sure your ass is so red you have to stand for a week?”
Ziva shuddered and nodded,
gasping, “Please, please Abby!”
Chuckling wickedly, Abby
commented, “I think that can be arranged. Let’s get started, shall we?”
Before Ziva could prepare
herself, Abby brought her hand down on the firm ass in hard, stinging slaps. This is the best way, she thought,
sucking on Ziva’s shoulder, then biting for good
measure. Making a sexy woman moan and
squirm just with my hand.
She kept it up for several minutes,
switching hands when one began to tire or ache. The lightly tanned skin was a
deep rose by the time she stopped and slid two fingers into the slick pussy and
started finger-fucking Ziva.
Shuddering, Ziva tried to push
back on the fingers invading her, but was too firmly bound.
“You like that?” Abby
questioned, pulling her fingers free. She brought them up and sucked them
clean, loving how dilated with need the dark eyes had become.
Ziva whimpered, mouth opening
as she tried to move closer to suck on those fingers.
A surge of triumph washed over
her, more than she would ever have expected, that
she’d been the one to bring Ziva to this. She’d broken at least partly through
the walls that kept the agent so superior to everyone. She slapped Ziva even
harder and longer. She didn’t stop until the supple skin was hot to the touch
and a light flicker of her finger over Ziva’s skin provoked an instant cry of
pain and pleasure mingled in just the right combination. Satisfied, she leaned
forward again and questioned, “Who am I?”
For a long moment, Ziva just
panted, but then she moaned and her eyes closed and she whispered, “Mistress.”
Abby cupped Ziva’s cheek and
said, “Time to go home now, sexy, I have plans for you.”
Ziva sighed in apparent
contentment and closed her eyes, nuzzling into Abby’s hand.
Smiling, Abby stepped back and
nodded to Max, who moved to undo the cuffs. Ziva went to her knees beside Abby
as the other Doms congratulated her on her new
acquisition before leaving. Petting Ziva’s head as they talked, Abby was
pleased when Ziva rested against her leg, curling an arm around her thigh. She
looked down at the dark-haired sub and grinned at the blissed
expression in place.
Lilac held out a simple gray
dress and sandals, saying, “This is all the dear came in. Shall I have Max
drive her car over to your place?”
“Yes, please, when he has a
moment,” Abby agreed, kissing her cheek. “Thank you so much for bringing me to
her.”
“Thrilled to have helped, my
lovely, you know that. I think you’ll be a good match.”
Abby helped Ziva to her feet
and, as she dressed the sub who was very much out of it, couldn’t help but
think maybe it was a good match after all. She kissed the other woman with a
slow tenderness she hadn’t allowed herself with others in a long time. On
pulling back, Abby brushed the curls from Ziva’s face and enjoyed the pleased,
almost shy look staring back at her.
Rubbing her hand over Ziva’s
ass just to hear the gasp of pain, Abby chuckled and guided her new sub to the
door. This, was going to be fun.
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