Ziva David was mildly concerned for her friend Abby. She had sounded panicked over the phone, pleading for Ziva to come to her house immediately. She had assured the former Musaud agent that she was not in any physical danger. She had simply declared a ‘Christmas Emergency’ and demanded Ziva’s presence at her apartment. So she was actually obeying the American traffic laws on her way over to Abby’s apartment.
When she pulled in and shut off the car, the girl came sprinting out of her building. “Oh thank goodness you’re here Ziva! I was trying to wrap presents, I know that you’re Jewish, but I figured I should get you one and I did and I wrapped it but then I tried to wrap Tony’s! I just can’t do it Ziva, it refuses to be wrapped. I’m a master gift wrapper, I’ve won awards for my gift wrapping, but I just can’t get this one covered in paper and then out to the car. It’s strangely shaped. I need you to help me!” The lab tech fired off, her hands flying.
“You need me to help you wrap a present?”
“Yes, Tony’s.”
“You needed it done twelve days before Christmas?”
“I didn’t want to be late, I’m really excited.”
“You called me to your apartment in the middle of the night, twelve days from Christmas to help you wrap a present for one of our coworkers?”
“Yes.” Abby was fidgeting.
“You are lying Abigail.”
“No, I’m not.” Abby pleaded her voice breaking.
“Do you know what I do to liars?” Ziva narrowed her eyes.
“No!” Abby squeaked. Ziva looked her up and down. She was wearing normal around the house clothes, for Abby. She wore a simple black T-shirt with some band name scrawled across the front haphazardly, a pair of black pants with about a hundred little hooks and chains dangling off of them, and her usual elevator boots. No indication that she had been planning anything. The Israeli clicked her tongue while she thought. She hadn’t been planning any domming this week, and this was clearly Abby’s attempt to force her into the role.
“Well then come; let us see the gift we must wrap.” She took Abby by the hand, leading the girl back into her apartment. Abby was limp, not resisting but clearly not too enthused. She tracked behind Ziva silently, reluctantly. Abby had left the door to her apartment unlocked, so Ziva simply led her in.
Abby had indeed been wrapping presents, the excess paper was strewn around but the neatly wrapped presents were tucked into the corner. She spied the one with Tony’s name on it, it was very strangely shaped, but her friend had had no trouble expertly enshrouding it in the colored foil paper. She turned her gaze back on the lab tech, who flushed and quivered. Ziva clamped her jaws and fought the rush of blood she was feeling in her loins. She cursed Abby’s perfect submission internally before she turned her body full around. Abby physically shrank, her shoulders dropped and her knees bent.
“How many times have you lied to me tonight Abigail?” Ziva asked, her voice was soft but her tone was commanding. Abby shivered visibly. She looked down and away. Ziva put a finger under her chin and raised her face until their eyes met. “Answer me.”
“At least ten, Ziva.” The lab tech admitted softly. The Israeli woman noted that she’d answered with her name at the end. They were somewhere between their two drastically different relationships. As a friend, her name would never have followed that sentence, but as a submissive she would have followed it with the Hebrew word for mistress, Maylailick. Abby had called her here in an attempt to force her into her Maylailick role that was clear. She herself was trapped, using her dominance over Abby to get the answers she wanted, but giving Abby none of the rewards of her submission. She was being unfair. Abby had manipulated her but she had accepted that when she’d taken Abby by the hand. She was going to let Abby squirm for a few moments as a punishment, but she would commit to the role of Maylailick after she’d had her fun.
“Why should I stay here, if you’ve played a trick on me? Why do you want me here Abby?” She watched the Goth flinch at the use of her nickname. Abby was silent for a few long moments before she finally worked up the courage.
“I want to be under you!” The Hebrew was garbled, but it was clear that Abby had been practicing.
“Why should it matter what you want? I told you we were taking a break for two weeks. It has been only four days.” Ziva growled. Abby quailed silently. The lab tech did not respond well to physical punishment, she’d made that mistake with Abby only once. Ziva had found guilt to be a useful tool when dealing with her. A few short minutes of corner time would bring the girl back into easy submission. Now it was a liability, push too far with guilt and Abby would slip fully into her submissive role without command, forcing Ziva’s hand.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Abby dropped her gaze to the floor.
“My eyes, Abigail.” Her eyes swiveled back up instantly, full of hope. “You are sorry…” She trailed off.
“Maylailick.” Abby answered readily.
“Knees.” The order was obeyed wordlessly, Abby falling easily onto her knees. Her head came to rest on Ziva’s thigh instantly. Ziva brought her hand to rest on Abby’s head, fingers running through her hair. She cast a glance around the living room, looking for something to do. She sat on the couch and ordered Abby to clean the mess from wrapping her presents, then allowed the Goth to come lay across her lap. She kissed the girl, ordered her out of her clothes, and continued with her kisses, roving them around her body. She joined Abby on the floor, legs straight out with the lab tech between them.
She ordered her into ‘handless kneel’, back straight, shoulders back with her hands clasped behind her back in a kneeling position. Ziva became devious then, kissing Abby, trailing little nips down her neck, capturing her nipple between her lips. Her hands roamed the Goth’s pale body, but she was stuck in that position. She was unable to respond except for her vocalizations. Soon she was squirming, not physically, but in her head. She could see Abby’s control faltering and flaring in the twitch of her muscles, the flares of light in her eyes. She was allowed to beg, but after their first week together Abby rarely bothered, because she usually just made herself hoarse.
Ziva teased her that manner for the better part of an hour before finally giving into her own desire for Abby. She ordered her onto her back, and then climbed onto her. “Maylailick!” It was a gasp, directly into her lower lips as she laid her tongue onto Abby’s vulva.