Chapter Ten:

== Six Months Later ==

Abigail Sciuto kicked her boots off at the door and untied her hair as soon as she got in her house. She headed upstairs, expecting to see her girlfriend, NCIS agent Ziva David, asleep. She pulled her T-shirt and belt off, throwing them in the bathroom and headed to the bedroom in only her jeans. She closed the door and stopped dead at the sight before her.

Ziva was completely nude and kneeling on the floor. Her knees were shoulder width apart, her hands clasped behind her back, and her dark eyes on the ground.

"Ziva." Abby leaned against the closed door and ran her hand through her hair. "Zi, are you sure about this? Are you sure you're ready?"

The answer came quickly. "Yes, Ma'am."

Abby felt her stomach jerk at the sound. "Fine then. Let this be your test of whether you really want to do this. Stand up."

Ziva stood quickly, her eyes still down.

"No, look at me."

"Ma'am, permission to speak?"

Abby slid her jeans off and threw them off into a corner. "Of course."

"You should know that I have been thinking about this for months. I have been debating with myself. Constantly trying to see if I thought I was ready to handle it. I have always trusted you, but was unsure if I could trust myself. Ma'am, I want to be yours. I realize I do not have to trust myself, only trust you to know what is best for me."

Abby nodded, stepping closer to Ziva. "Your safe word?"

Ziva thought a second, smiling as she said, "Colors. Green, yellow, and red."

"Isn't that what...Never mind."

"Yes, Ma'am, it is what I used before. It was effective as well as allowing me to tell if I was okay as well as needing to stop."

Abby ran the back of her hand down Ziva's face. "Thank you for trusting me with this. Although, this will be your last warning. Speak out of turn and you'll be punished." She grabbed Ziva's chin and pulled until their eyes met. "One demand before we go any farther. Do not be afraid or ashamed to safe word out. The second you need or even think you need..."

"I won't be." Ziva's eyes widened as she realized what she had done. "I am sorry, Ma'am. I do not know what I was thinking."

"On the bed. Face down."

Ziva's body tried to struggle against the command, but her brain quickly took over. She lay down, instinctively knowing to reach up for the headboard. Abby came up and latched a plain pair of steel hand cuffs on her, holding her to the bars of the headboard.

"Do you know what I'm about to do, Ziva?"

Ziva's body tightened. "Punish me."

"For what, my little slave?"

"Oh, God," Ziva muttered, her juices starting to coat her thighs at her new title. Then, louder, "For speaking out of my turn, Ma'am."

"Good girl."

Ziva's body jerked as Abby's hand landed on her backside. She started out gently, building to a pounding rhythm. Quickly, Ziva found herself arching into the touch, desperate for more. When Ziva's butt was a bright red, Abby dropped her hand to the other woman's center.

"Hmm...You're so wet for me, aren't you, slave? Ready for me to push into you and take you all night long?"

Ziva whimpered. "Please..."

Abby smiled, leaning up to nip at the back of Ziva's neck as she shifted the agent's hips up so she was resting on her knees.

Ziva turned her head to look at Abby. "Please, Mistress."

Abby gasped, pausing at Ziva's entrance. "Please..."

Ziva's last, tortured plea stirred Abby to action. She tested to see how far Ziva would stretch before pushing three long fingers deep inside of her.

"Don't you dare come before I tell you to," she growled, dropping her head to lick at Ziva's clit. Ziva felt her body start to shake as Abby turned her hand just right so her fingers easily pushed against the small woman's G-spot. When she was certain Ziva couldn't take the extreme pressure inside anymore she whispered, "Ziva, come for me."

Ziva screamed softly, her walls grabbing at Abby's fingers, struggling to still them. Abby didn't let up, even after the shocks had finished. She kept up the pressure of her three fingers against Ziva's G-spot, occasionally licking her clit and brought Ziva right back up.

Soon she added a fourth finger inside and reached her other hand up to play with Ziva's nipples, quickly earning whines and whimpers. "Beg me for it," she demanded, surprised with how quickly Ziva gave in.

"Please, Mistress. Please, Ma'am. God, I'm so wet it hurts. Please, let me come?"

Abby nodded. "Whenever."

Instantly Ziva screamed, her orgasm so powerful it squirted her juices out onto the sheets. Abby moved and unhooked the cuffs, letting Ziva spread out and relax. She walked to the dresser and pulled out a length of fabric.

"Will you be mine? Forever?" she asked, nervous.

Ziva smiled. "Forever, Mistress."

Abby leaned forward, snapping the hooks on the collar. "I have one more rule you must always follow, Ziva." Her fingers ran along the white words on the red collar. "Define yourself."

Ziva grinned. "What if I want you to define me?"

Abby shook her head. "I can't and I won't, ever. I will punish you, reward you, and control you as long as you like, but I will never define you."

Abby lay down, rolling Ziva until she was mostly on top of the taller woman. "Sleep, Ziva. We can talk more in the morning before work."

"I know how," Ziva said quickly.

"How what?"

She picked her head up. "How I'm defining myself. I am an NCIS agent, ex-Mossad, weapons knowledgeable, ninja-style assassin who will willingly give up any and all thoughts of controlling any part of herself at a single word from a certain gothic forensic scientist."

Abby smiled, putting a hand on Ziva's head as she lay back down. "Ziva, sleep. I won't be responsible if you fall asleep on the job tomorrow."

Quickly both were snoring softly, content with being wrapped up around each other, the slave and her mistress.

Author's Note: Well, it's finished. Yes, I know it's not all that good, but I hope you enjoyed it just the same. I've had emails and private messages asking for expanding on both relationships so here we go. I am currently working on two sequels: one following Jen and Paker and one Ziva/Abby. I will try to get them both up as soon as I can.