Ziva stood nude waiting for whatever Gibbs and Nico had in store for her. Of the four bedrooms upstairs she and Gibbs shared one, Nico's things resided in the other. One was a guest bedroom and where she stood now had been mostly storage. Somewhere along the way changes had been made. There was a bed of course but there was also an armoire full of toys and other items that had her skin tingling in anticipation. There was a chest under the window, a low set dresser, and a closet but she hadn't had the opportunity to look in them. She had been instructed to wait just as she stood.
She felt them step in the room but her eyes remained cast toward the floor just as she'd been told. The calm that never failed to settle over her was welcome. She caught the scent of spices. "Tonight Ziva will be about trust. You will do as asked without question, there will be no hesitation. Your word is as always yours, use it if needed. Otherwise, everything requested will be done. Is that understood?"
Gibbs' voice slid across already inflamed nerve endings. "Yes, sir."
Nico pulled her loose hair into a loose braid. "And tonight Ziva you will not come unless given permission. Is that clear?"
"Yes." she wanted to protest her body was already edgy and wanting. But, she could refuse them nothing.
"Warm and wet Ziva, you will feel it on your skin. Do not be alarmed." Gibbs behind her dipped the soft bristles of a paintbrush in the almond oil he'd brought in the room. Infused with scented oils, and warmed just enough he began painting it on her skin. "Just a little something different Ziva"
Ziva sighed as she felt warmth like satin coating her skin. She recognized the feel of a brush on her skin sliding down her arm to her fingertips. Followed by hands that rubbed the scented oil into her flesh. Her body responded, the tingle intensifying as warmth spread through her.
Nico rubbed the oil into the flesh of first one arm and then another following as Gibbs painted the oil on Ziva. Her shoulders were next, he took care kneading out the tight knots, moving down her spine to the small of her back. He took the bowl and brush, taking his turn to paint the oil on her buttocks down her legs.
Ziva felt hands rough and calloused working tightly into the flesh of her bottom. Those same hands slid between her cheeks, tempting as they massaged. For a moment she shifted just slightly hoping those fingers would slip inside her somehow. The sharp sting of a smack on her buttock had her stilling in place. "You were not told you could move Ziva, be still." the sting of the smack had left her skin burning with desire. She whimpered lightly but did as instructed and remained still.
Gibbs grinned at Nico, both recognizing the need. Her ankles and feet had been rubbed with oil and Gibbs followed Nico with the paintbrush as he worked his way up her legs. He watched as the oil dripped down her belly to nestle in the bareness of her pussy. She hissed out a pleasure-filled sound that had her hands clenching and both men watching for her to break.
Ziva felt the slide of oil between her thighs and couldn't hold back the sigh of pleasure. Somehow she fought the orgasm that threatened. She shouldn't have been so close so fast. The truth was as the bristle coated with oil worked their way up her stomach across her breasts and then shoulders she was like dry grass against a match. Sooner or later she would catch fire and nothing could stop it.
Gibbs stepped back, Nico set aside the oil and for a moment they just watched her as she fought against the desire that hovered against her skin much like the oil that had her glowing under the soft bedroom lamp. He took a moment to strip down to nothing but the plain black pants he'd worn and watched as Nico did the same.
"Nico will lead you to the bed Ziva." He stood waiting while Nico led her atop the bed. Then with only a shared look, he watched as Nico took a length of silk wrapped it tightly around her wrist and raised her arms. Threading the silk through an eye hook in the ceiling. Once the fabric was tightened her arms stretched above her it was his turn to sigh. "Fucking beautiful Ziva. I could keep you like this all weekend. Just to use anytime I wanted. And you'd let me wouldn't you."
Ziva tested the restraints not out of fear but through some need to ensure she was truly caught. "Yes Jethro, anything you want."
"Anything?" It was a test of her consent.
"Anything aside from my hard limits." She felt satisfaction in the air even before she heard Nico speak.
"Good girl, that is what we needed to hear."
Ziva heard the softest jingle of metal even as she felt the slide of cloth against her eyes. Darkness settled as her eyes were blinded by the softest cloth tied gently but securely behind her head. She held back any questions but not the snap of breath as she felt a sharp pinch clamp on each nipple. Pain and pleasure swamped her forcing her breath out in sharp staccato bits. Her body clamped hard around the fingers invading it, turning this way and that. The fight not to release against those fingers was a harder battle than the one she'd fought unarmed against a heavily armed foe, not more than a year earlier. She'd won then but she wasn't entirely certain she would this time.
"Strong Ziva, just one of the things I love about you." Gibbs' voice drifted on the air. Her heightened state gave no clarity as to where he was in the room. Hands tugged on the chain, fingers pushed deeper and another hand pushed between her buttocks, testing stretching.
Nico watched as Ziva's hands shook, sweat shimmered mixed with the oil and her breathing was an erotic beat pushing at him.
Gibbs leaned in letting his teeth find the softness just beneath her collar bone, he ran kisses back and forth before nipping just a bit harder than normal. Indulging a need he didn't enjoy admitting he marked her. The bite wouldn't permanently remain but for as long as it did it would be a stinging reminder of his claim.
Ziva didn't bother to try and hide the whimper that echoed in her throat. The hard edge of the bite had her tossing her head back pulling against the restraint binding her. That she knew had been a gift from Gibbs. He staked his claim often, normally tempering it. This time she had felt a burn with that nip and her body was desperate to respond to it. She almost begged. Nico's whispered curse told her it was his fingers torturing her.
Nico managed a quick glance in Gibbs' direction. Ziva was dripping in his hands her body trying desperately to pull his fingers deeper. Instead, he fought the instinct to soothe her ache and pulled away. She cried out, protesting the loss of him and he answered with something between a chuckle and a growl. His body was hard and ready. Stripped bare it was all he could do not to take her right then. Instead, he walked to the armoire and pulled out a special toy. As delicately made as the nipple clamps that adorned her with gold. This too glinted in the light. With minor adjustments, he had it in place in moments. She'd groaned low and deep when the small device rested against her clit her body fighting to push forward into his touch. "Not yet Ziva, you must wait until you're given permission." with a slide of his thumb he turned the tiny unit on.
Ziva almost passed out when she felt the vibration begin. It was the purest form of torture and only years of brutal training allowed her to fight the orgasm that threatened. Pleasure still washed over in waves but somehow she managed their command.
Gibbs looked to Nico, they had planned much more for the evening but she wouldn't last. If he was being honest neither would he. Bound as she was, her hair had come loose tangled about her shoulders in chaotic disarray, her body heaved under the intensity of her fight and she glowed. She looked every bit the warrior woman she was only this time her only fight was against her own passion.
Unspoken Nico moved behind her, his body was oiled and ready for her, his hands massaging and easing the way as his body slid inside her. Arms bound she sagged back against him her body clenching and tightening around him. It was his turn to have to fight against the lapping pleasure.
Gibbs released her hands looping them still tied around his neck as he slid inside her pussy. SInking deep with a single thrust. He gave permission even as he knew her body had lost its fight. In tune through some grace, he didn't recognize the three of them found release equally at the same moment. A chorus of ecstasy littered the room, pieces falling over them as they surrounded each other and fell without caring where they landed.