She burned in the light of the fire. The thick blankets cushioning her knees were cool but every inch of her skin burned. The weekend had truly been about spoiling her. No phones, no tv's nothing but the pleasure of enjoying each other. The three of them had spent the lazy weekend moving through each hour doing whatever seemed enjoyable. Poker, watching Jethro work sandpaper, even just the simple act of putting together each meal. All of those things had cemented what they were to each other. Sunday morning meant Monday was too close but for now, she pushed that out of her mind.
Now here blindfolded, hands tied and kneeling by the softly crackling fire Ziva had never felt more content. Hands, the taboo of two sets traced along her skin igniting every nerve ending. A mouth at her neck nipping so softly but with just enough bite to pull a moan from her throat. It created a heady spell that had her panting out short breaths and two names.
Gibbs chuckled Ziva was lost in passion. The softest silk draped her breasts and crossed her hips. The bra and panty set was decadent but in moments it would be nothing more than scraps of fabric.
"Ah Ziva, so willing. You cannot imagine what a turn-on it is to have you so submissive." He watched her face waiting for the anger the bald word would bring but it never came. Instead, he saw something akin to pride.
Nico traced the line of her throat, following a path to her belly and further until his finger rested between her thighs. Stroking again and again he felt her tremble, shake softly, and whisper out incoherent need.
Gibbs reached for her discarded clothing pulling out her knife. Pulling it free from the leather he traced the dull edge along her shoulder.
Lust sang through her veins, the strings of desire pulsing to a time-old rhythm. Warmth, liquid heat, and satin had her cossetted in a haze of sin-soaked emotions. Coldness broke through, a discordant note that faltered the onslaught of desire. She shivered only this time it was a cold shiver that ran down her spine much like the blade tracing the vertebra of her back. She pushed out a breath attempting to force away from the sounds of metal on concrete. Harder to attempt was ignoring the smell of sand and sweat. For a moment there was an acrid hot wind, angry voices and greedy hands replaced the softness of only moments earlier.
Her stomach rolled as metal traced her breastbone.
"Ziva?.."
"Oatmeal.." the word was bitter in her mouth, fighting bile and shame. She pulled at the ties on her wrists, the sweat real this time as her hands fought against the bindings. That quickly they were gone and the blindfold as well. Light flooded the room. But her mind was stuck far away in sand and heat of a different kind.
Nico had realized just as Gibbs had something was off in the way Ziva was responding. Even as her safeword had slipped from her mouth. They were freeing her and the lights were flipped. Gibbs held her but she wasn't really with them. A quick trip to the kitchen had him pushing water against her lips. Like another switch, her eyes snapped to them. The shaking stopped, her hands now steady clasped in Gibbs'
"Ziva, talk to me." Gibbs had read about this but never experienced it. After a sub used their safeword was a precarious time. He waited patiently for her to signal what she needed. Her body was both aroused, nipples tight, thighs smeared with wetness, and equally caught in something ugly. Her shoulders were tense her eyes watchful. He would be money he knew where her mind had gone and why.
The knife had been tucked away, no longer touching her Nico could see all that Gibbs messaged with simply a glance. So, he remained still and silent.
"I am sorry…"
"No Ziva, no apologies. Your word is yours. There are never consequences for using it. I scared you."
She offered a grateful smile for the throw Nico carefully offered, wrapping it around herself despite still feeling the heat of a desert far gone. "The knife Jethro, not you. It just…" She shifted her thighs sliding together, inflaming already aroused skin. She felt slightly ill, her body still aflame after a moment in hell shamed her. She bit back a further moan as the throw slid across her nipples.
Gibbs sent Nico a quick glance hoping he would understand and watched him make a quick trip up the stairs. "He's coming right back Ziva. And I am sorry for the knife. I should have asked first as I did with the other things we have tried. I didn't have your consent as I should have." It was a stupid mistake and a costly one.
"We can keep,.." she hated that she meant the words, that she still needed, it made her feel like all the things they had named her back there in hell.
"No Ziva not as we were. But neither would we leave you like this." The shame she was fighting was obvious even to Nico as he returned carrying a small velvet bag.
Nico felt Ziva's hand clench against his pant leg. Anchoring him against her as if he would leave again. She moved to speak. "No amorina no apologies. You have done exactly what you should have." With another woman in another time, he had handled things differently but Ziva as always was someone far different. She wouldn't take well if they pulled away, gave her space and the appropriate aftercare, not at this moment. That would come later. Now she needed reassurance.
Gibbs stroked her shoulders just the lightest pressure of his fingertips in her skin. "Can you lay back Ziva?" he saw her hesitation the way her eyes met his looking deep for disappointment. It went against everything he had been told but he forged ahead, "Ziva you will lay back, you are safe but you will do as I say."
Nico was about to question Gibbs, especially since he used that voice the one that forced obedience. But then he saw the frank relief in Ziva. Her body relaxed its tight hold on itself. Her lashes fluttered down the faint hint of moisture trailing away from them. She needed this from Gibbs, to know he didn't see her differently. She laid back eyes still watchful, dancing between need and shame. The fear was gone but she would need this moment just as Gibbs had silently told him.
Gibbs reached into the bag pulling out a small vial of lubricant and after reaching in again, a large vibrator. She saw it and started to protest. "Your word is yours Ziva if this is too much you will use it. Without fear of repercussion." Such a risk, reminding her of what had gotten them to this tense moment. But he drew on all the time he'd known her. She would need this to prove that he didn't blame her for using the word in the first place.
"I'm not afraid of you Jethro, I will do anything you ask."
"That's my Ziva."
Nico felt Gibbs lean in and offer a quick whisper then his attention turned back to her. Grateful he and Gibbs hadn't shed their slacks and were mostly clothed he laid down next to Ziva. Leaning up slightly but without hovering over her he let his hand play at her breasts. Gently tugging and pulling until her breath was once again erratic.
Ziva drew in a breath as Gibbs laid the vibrator in her hand, "You will, Ziva." her body bathed itself in wetness pulling at the firm tip as he guided her hand into place.
The soft whimper she uttered had Gibbs harder than he would have believed. With a glance, he knew Nico was there in the moment with them. Watching as her hand took the vibrator.
Ziva worked the toy in slowly. Larger than what she would have chosen, it stretched her, the tight pull gave the slightest hint of discomfort. Shockingly that only had her even more aroused. The edge of pain was apparently her kryptonite. Sliding it further the pain began to burn, slow and wicked it had her looking to Gibbs. "Jethro…"
"You can take it all Ziva." he'd intended to take the pain she'd been sucked into remembering and manipulate it into something far different. The vibrator was meant to stretch her, the small amount of pain would force a pleasure that would create an addiction. It was a risk but it was paying. He watched her ease it in even further. Just a bit more and it would be inside her. But she was reaching the largest part, as it stretched her he watched as her body struggled to relax. Liquid dripped around the toy and he couldn't hold back.
Nico watched as ever so slowly Gibbs moved into between her thighs and let his tongue reach out. Ziva groaned low, lust washing over her. A long slow slide of Gibbs' tongue and the vibrator sank nearly to the base. She was gasping now, a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her hand trembled, and as he reached out to steady her she replaced her hand with his. Her hands dove into Gibbs's hair and she threw her head back.
Drawing the toy back he slid it inside her again far faster. Every thrust brought it closer to the widest part of the base. Gibbs still feasted between her thighs and as he watched she caught her breath and as she did he pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go.
Again that night fire washed over her, bathing her in a heat of ecstasy. Washed away was the ugly, the past, and anything that wasn't pure pleasure. The rough silk of Gibbs's hair gave purchase as her hips drew off the bed. The orgasm washed over her in a tsunami-like wave. Bowing her back off the bed and stealing her breath. But rather than feeling weakened, she felt a need of a different kind. A brief wince as Nico slid the toy out of her and she was pushing up on her knees. Where she would have been the good submissive she needed Jethro in her mouth more. Pushing him back against the blankets she unzipped him and with a hand at his balls took him deep in her throat.
Gibbs gave no fight as she moved over him, the forcefulness of her reaction was expected and more than welcome. It took only moments and the slide of tongue had him erupting in her mouth. She took all of him, swallowing deep and every bit as he emptied down her throat.
Ziva turned facing Nico, his hand was around his cock squeezing tight. Pre-cum leaked inviting her to taste. The earthy difference between him and Gibbs was familiar. In one deep swallow she took him in completely, eyes locking with his she had him just like that.
Ziva felt him splashing down her throat even as she felt the clench of his buttocks in her hands. His body shook even as he pulled from her throat and laid them down against the blankets.
Ziva focused on the water around her. The bath Gibbs had set her in was warm and needed but she was still unsettled. "Thank you."
Letting the washcloth stroke down her back he added some soap and worked a fine lather across her skin. "For?"
"Knowing what I needed. I have read enough to know that normally when a sub uses their safe word, things stop completely." She blushed when she referred to herself as his submissive.
"It's what you needed Ziva and first and foremost it's what a Dominate attends to first." He heard Nico bustling about downstairs making a meal for the three of them. "One that knows what they're doing. If I'm being honest I was taking a huge risk. I'm sorry I frightened you."
"I'm not frightened of you Jethro, it was just in that moment, it reminded me of another time." Hugging her knees she fought back the refusal of his apology. "I'm ok now."
"Are you?"
Her smile was genuine when he shifted till they were facing each other. "Yes I really am. In fact and this may come out wrong because it wasn't a pleasant experience..at first." she swirled her hand in the water playing with the few bubbles "It is almost reassuring to be reminded how safe I am with you…both of you." She bit her lip still feeling slightly raw.
"That makes sense." She shifted in the water winced ever so slightly and tried to hide it. "Are you very sore?"
She flushed bright red to her the knees she was hugging. "Somewhat but in a way that is pleasurable."
"It was hot as fuck watching Ziva." the baser nature of his words had her trembling. "We did it for multiple reasons Ziva. For now, I'll just say, you were remembering the pain, and we could try to push that pain away or give it a more pleasurable source I was worried that one of us being inside you would be too much too soon. Again I took a risk."
"It felt.."
"Naughty, decadent... That was the intention."
"Multiple reasons Jethro? I do not.." she stopped he was pulling her from the water and avoiding her gaze. She thought about it for a long moment. It dawned on her just a towel wrapped around her and Nico stepped into the room. "Oh…"
Gibbs saw her body flame again, her hands shook as she stepped out of the tub. "It was only a thought Ziva a boundary we could cross at some point if you were interested. Not something we discussed at the beginning and not an imperative."
Nico caught her look the faint hint of fear mixed with lust and chuckled. "Ziva, you, we need time before we even discuss it further. You don't need to say anything right now." She took his out, sliding into the bathrobe he handed her.
"May I get dressed before dinner."
Nico answered this time. "Something comfortable Ziva."
After they had eaten and cleaned up they sat around the fireplace. The quiet was unbroken for some time until Ziva touched him. Nico felt her hand on his bare chest, her mouth followed. Questing lower. He was surprised she hadn't moved to Gibbs first and it must have shown. She grinned before moving lower. "He likes to watch us."
Nico didn't need to be told twice. He slid her clothes off and lifted his hips when she did the same. Gibbs remained still in his chair across from them. Her mouth slid over his cock pulling him in tightly. He groaned out her name. She licked and sucked until he was sweating against the soft throw underneath him.
Ziva drew up over his body, ready to slide onto his thrusting cock. But his hands stilled her hips. Concern obvious in the way he stopped her.
"Amorina you must be sore." Her body was lusciously sore, swollen, and puffy from his earlier work on her. He hadn't gone easy and he knew she was feeling it. "Tell me"
Gibbs watched them the indulgent way Ziva's hips moved even as Nico tried to hold her back. She surprised him but then that was part of what he loved about her so much. "She wants to feel it, Nico."
Ziva blushed her eyes begging Nico not to comment. Knowing he would anyway.
Nico reached between her thighs, wetness met his fingers, So much he couldn't stop the growl. "Pain Ziva it can be a strong aphrodisiac. If you trust the person inflicting it. I can't say what it means to me that you trust me enough. But now you're going to tell me exactly what you want. Especially now I need to know, to hear what you want."
Ziva glanced to Gibbs who already had a blanket laid out in front of the fire. She wanted oh how she wanted. But she couldn't be sure they would listen, or trust her enough to comply.
"Ziva you can tell us." Gibbs had returned to his seat. He watched her as Nico laid her back against the thick comforter and she sighed out in pleasure. She was primed, he would have expected her to be tired, worn out from earlier but it was as if they'd lit a match.
"I need it rough tonight. I need to be taken." Nico's hands were massaging her skin, scented oil again, only this time his hands pushed in without much gentleness. Her skin was molded forcefully in his hands, pulled apart, and nipped at. She wanted this, a near-violent taking and it was shaming in some part of her mind that she tried to fight.
"Ziva how rough do you want us to be?" He saw her worry and wanted it gone. "How willing are you Ziva?"
Nico was slipping the thick leather collar around her neck, fastening it almost too tightly. He asked without words if she objected she answered the same way. "Ziva answer him." Nico sighed out his own pleasure when her eyes clouded over.
"I need…you, both of you undone."
Nico took her at her word and let two fingers thrust inside her. She writhed underneath him. He felt her body try to push him out. The discomfort was there in her eyes but it dissipated as he pushed his fingers deeper. He withdrew them moving his hands to her nipples pulling harshly, leaning in, and biting at the tiny nubs. She cried out her head thrown back even as he bit along her shoulder. He held her wrist down at her side, He wasn't subtle pinning her in place with force. He paused only for a second assuring himself she wasn't scared. But as he thrust inside her none showed. Instead, he saw her react to the pain, the abrupt invasion, and then melt around him.
Ziva felt the burn, the heady rush of endorphins as Nico thrust aggressively inside her. He wasn't being gentle but neither was he taking her as she had expected. There was no disappointment, pleasure flooded her and every rough thrust had her calling out, but something was missing. She didn't know what it was and it didn't matter. When he hit just the right spot her body gave in to ecstasy.
Nico pulled from Ziva his body spent and glistening from the two of them combined. It stirred something Gibbs didn't understand and chose not to examine too closely. But he didn't ignore it. Ziva's harsh breathing had him sliding out of his sweatpants. He grabbed the collar, forcing her up off the blanket. He bit her lip almost but not quite drawing blood. "Nico doesn't feel safe yet Ziva doing exactly what you asked. He doesn't know you as I do. I can see it in you right now. You said you weren't afraid of a little pain, and maybe at some point you believed you didn't but your body tells me sometimes you need it."
Her body burned, feeling the overuse and the arousal of his words. "Yes sir."
"Those are the only words I want to hear tonight Ziva. Other than your safeword nothing else. Understood?" Her pulse fluttered against the back of his hand. He let go and shit hit the floor with a whump. Grabbing her hips he flipped her over. "Knees Ziva, you know what I like."
"Yes sir." She assumed the position her arms outstretched.
Gibbs delivered a hard smack on her buttock. He felt her shock when he thrust his fingers inside her and knew exactly why. "You think I wouldn't want to touch you after Nico came inside you. That I won't fuck you just like he did. But you're wrong Ziva. You've pushed my limits and now you have to handle what you've brought out." His fingers thrust rhythmically, he felt a shock at how the taboo of the gesture fired his blood. He pulled them out and reaching forward pushed them between her lips. "Suck them Ziva."
"Yes Sir." Ziva suckled the digits firmly, shocked by the arousal it brought. She hummed around his fingers. Something shifted and she nipped gently.
"I didn't give permission Ziva. You will do as your told." another smack more intense this time landed as it had before.
This was what Ziva had needed. Gibbs giving over to his darker impulse, it had her body pulsing with need. His fingernails were short and well kept but with just enough texture to mark raked down her back. She moaned low her head tossing this way and that. His nails repeated their action, his fingers were digging into her hips. Holding her with such strength. She pushed against him but it was out of need not from fear.
Gibbs forced her butt higher pinching at the flesh, roughly spreading her buttocks. He found a glass phallus that he'd hidden in the coffee table earlier. A brief slide inside her pussy and he was pushing it inside her ass. It wasn't slow and he didn't give her time to adjust. Sweat broke out on her back, she was chanting his name and he was compelled to let his mouth taste that sweat. "I'm going to fuck you so hard Ziva, You're mine and what you need is what I provide. But you won't question anything I do next. Yes?" she didn't know it was more about him than her but his nerves had him uncertain. He wasn't entirely sure he could cross the lines he would tonight if she questioned him.
"Yes sir. I am yours, Jethro." She didn't understand but it didn't matter. He flipped her onto her back and the dildo sunk deeper as her bottom hit the floor. Grunting out desire she gave up her fight against the orgasm that threatened.
Nico sensed something was different but he couldn't say what. Gibbs was focused and that told him something. He'd been right Nico hadn't been comfortable taking Ziva as she'd asked at least not as Gibbs was. He still worried about his place with them. But watching them had him hard again. It was intoxicating. Ziva crashed into her oragsm mesmerizing both men until he was finally settled again, mostly.
Gibbs let his mouth find her collarbone, he bit hard his body flaming as instead of fighting him she rose up into his mouth. "Someday Ziva I'll explain this particular fetish but not tonight." another quick reach into the coffee table and he swiped his mark with an antiseptic wipe. Her eyes flew open and he did it again, holding it in place just a bit longer than necessary. He took her mouth his tongue tangling with hers as hands held her hips down. Working his way down her breasts he twisted nipples, nipped flicked and even offered a rough smack. His mouth trailed further, he spread her legs forcing them wide apart. He took in her swollen, weeping state and his cock was like steel. Come dripped from him much like he could see it staining her entrance. Everything in life had taught him he shouldn't but his need drove him past that convention.
Ziva could barely breathe as he stared at her body, She recognized what he planned to do only seconds before his mouth tasted her. Shock and lust poured into her. She'd seen the faintest look of uncertainty and she wanted to assure him of exactly what she was feeling. She shouted his name. Her eyes found Nico's surprise, his need had her falling into the pleasure Gibbs was creating. His hand on his cock had her even more lost.
Gibbs in his time in the scene had seen other men do this. Had never understood, not judged but hadn't understood. But the drive to taste her after Nico had taken her couldn't be ignored. Salt and musk coated his tongue, Ziva bathed him letting him know just how she felt about it. His tongue went deep a freehand worked the phallus in and out of her ass. He drove on until he felt her getting close. He pulled back and felt satisfaction when her hair was damp with sweat, her fingers clawed at the blanket and the man nearby was so obviously aroused. Gibbs didn't understand what was driving him, it had started with pleasing Ziva and become so much more.
Ziva had given over her body at his mercy. He pushed two fingers inside her, it hurt but even more so when he added a third. It was almost obscene the amount of wetness her body pushed out yet still it wasn't enough to ease the stretch.
"I'm not stopping Ziva, understand?" she didn't not really but she nodded.
"Yes sir." the burn became almost unbearable when he added a fourth finger.
"Fuck Gibbs that's beautiful." Nico needed to come again already but he wasn't interrupting their moment.
Ziva thrashed around his fingers. Trying desperately to hold her body still she failed at his next words.
"I bet Ziva given enough time, I could put my whole hand inside of you and you would love it." again her eyes flashed, a mix of shock and desire. He might have laughed if his body weren't so primed. His fingers withdrew sharply, she reached for him and he motioned to Nico. "Hold her, by her wrists." Nico hesitated even as he moved into place.
Ziva looked up, caught between the decadence of the view of Nico's cock and reassuring him. "I consent tesoro."
Nico took her wrists as she took his heart with her words. It was easy to hold both wrists against the floor leaving one hand free to attempt to soothe his cock.
Gibbs moved his focus back to Ziva and away from watching Nico as he pinned Ziva in place. "I changed my mind free her hands i want to watch her stroke you.." he hardened as her small hand wrapped around Nico's cock pulling and twisting the flesh. His own cock dripped on her stomach polling around her belly button. Finally, he could wait no more. His hands grabbed her hips once again and he thrust inside her, one stroke driving as deep as he could. She shook and whimpered both in pain and pleasure. He continued the thrusting without mercy, each stroking pushing deeper with every push of his hips. Relentlessly he pounded into her, it hadn't been like this before. He'd always held some level of civility with her tonight it was lost.
Ziva burned again her body embracing the aching pain and embracing it with the pleasure that followed. Her hands grasped and pulled at Nico's cock but it was rough and needed something to make the slide her hands moved aimlessly until something slick and wet coated her hand, it made the slide so much more sensual so much more effective. Gibbs' thrusting pushed past the pain launching her into an orgasm so intense she lost herself to it. She barely managed a final squeeze before losing all coherent ability. Nico and Gibbs called her name even as she felt Ncio's come rain down over her breasts.
Gibbs felt her body clamping around him, his thrusts quickening. She was working Nico's cock with mastery he knew her touch and just how well she could work a man. He faltered when he saw her hand sweep her stomach, coated in his come it moved to wrap again around Nico. He closed his eyes against the way that affected him, but it wasn't enough with a final thrust so deep he wondered if he'd ever come back he came. Fire lit up his spine until he was forced to collapse against her.