Eternal Love
Chapter Eight
RATING: NC-17 this chapter for sexual situations.
SPOILERS: Season 5, up to and including, “The Gift.”
SUMMARY: Buffy and Riley have been reunited, but under peculiar circumstances.
DISCLAIMER: We own nothing with the possible exception of our original story idea. The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it’s characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al.
DISTRIBUTION: THC & Beau – anyone else, ask and it shall be given.
“Now then, young lady, as for you, I think it would be in your best interest to start running.” Riley said, lunging at her, a look of revenge deeply etched on his face.
Buffy turned quickly and with a scream, headed back toward the stairs. However, she wasn’t fast enough and Riley grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder.
“Now we’re going to see who has the ‘last laugh’ around here.” He said in a maniacal voice, as he ascended the stairs.
“Riley, it was just a little joke…can’t you take a little joke?” Buffy asked, watching the downstairs fall further and further away as Riley climbed upward.
“Nope, isn’t that obvious?” He answered, hauling her up.
“What are you going to do?”
“Just wait and see, my little pretty.” He cackled in a Wicked Witch of the West Voice and he started whistling “We’re Off To See the Wizard.”
They entered the bedroom and Riley started to look around.
*Toys, there’s gotta be something around here to use. Buffy’s always been into games*
Riley suddenly recalled the previous Halloween with the two of them in his apartment. Buffy, dressed as a harem girl, had tied him to the bedposts and told him he was in for a very special treat. She’d clamped a cock ring around him and then proceeded to do the Dance of the Seven Veils. He had been, of course, completely turned on, but couldn’t do a thing about it since she’d had him tied up. Just as he’d been ready to start pleading with her to let him go, there had been a knock on the door. Xander and Willow were on the other side, asking Buffy if she was ready to go out on patrol.
“I’ll be ready in just a minute, just gotta slip on my shoes.” She’d yelled out to them, and walked out to the living room to put on her shoes and long leather coat.
“Ya know, Buffy, the action is going to be pretty slim out there.” Riley had heard Xander say through the door.
“Oh, I don’t know. There might be some scary stuff just lying around, waiting to spring out at ya.” She’d yelled back, while teasing Riley by running her finger up along the side of his bound cock.
“Buffy, untie me.” He’d pleaded.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be back in a couple of hours and we can pick up where we left off.” She had said, smiling down at him while tying up her hair. She’d then left him there and walked out the door to join Willow and Xander.
“I thought that Riley was going to come with us.” He had heard Willow say to Buffy as they walked away.
“Oh, he will, he’s kinda tied up right at the moment. I’m sure as soon as he gets out, he’ll be catching up with us.”
Riley remembered struggling to get untied. Luckily, Buffy had used some knots that weren’t that difficult to loosen up, so he’d been able to slip his hands out of the rope easily enough.
Minutes later, he was dressed and running out of the door to follow them. They were all outside, sitting under a tree and waiting for him.
“See, told ya he’d be right along.” Buffy assured the others.
“I hope whoever had you tied up so long will make it up to you.” Buffy said pouting. “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to be able to break free and join us.”
Riley always found it amazing how Buffy managed to put on such an innocent face. She’d have everyone fooled with her act, but Riley knew to look for that little mischievous glint in her eye that told him she was joking.
“Oh, they’ll be making it up to me, don’t worry.” He had replied evenly.
Later, after a boring night of patrolling, they’d returned to his apartment. Riley had made her perform the dance a second time, but this time; it was he who got to pull off the veils. He did so one at a time and ever so slowly. As he removed them, he found to his great delight, that each veil was more see through than it’s predecessor, with the seventh and final one being so sheer that it was practically non-existent. The last veil was draped seductively over her hips and when he pulled it off, he found that she wore nothing underneath and that he had at last laid bare his ‘prize.’
“This is how I was dressed during patrol.” She had told him, straddling his lap while she unbuttoned his shirt.
“I’m glad nothing jumped out from behind a bush, because Xander and Willow sure could’ve gotten an eye full.”
Riley remembered thinking of what Xander and Willow would’ve done if Buffy had performed one of her signature high kicks or even worse, what Spike’s response would have been if Buffy had knocked him down and straddled him, pinning him to the ground.
“Riley put me down, the blood is rushing to my head!” Buffy demanded, slapping him on the back in an effort to bring his mind back to the present.
Riley slowly lowered her to the ground, never taking his eyes off of her face. He allowed his hands to slip under her shirt and lift it over her head.
“Is this what you had in mind by getting even, Mr. Finn?” She asked seductively.
Riley bent down to kiss the base of her neck while he unhooked her bra. He trailed kisses along the top of her shoulder, never stopping, even when his hands slipped down to unbuckle her belt and pull it through the loops of her jeans. He tossed the belt onto the bed.
“If it is, what are you going to do about it?” He asked, while moving his feather light kisses back toward her neck, pausing once to lick and suck the tender skin below her ear.
Buffy moaned softly, enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin. “I think maybe this would be in order.” She said, reaching down to the waistband of his jeans and unbuckling the belt.
Riley stopped her hand. “Allow me.” He said, and pulled off his belt, tossing it on the bed next to hers.
Returning his hands to her waistband, Riley pulled Buffy’s zipper down and inserted a finger past the thin silky material of her thong and pressed the digit into her soft folds. She was hot and moist, and ready for anything he had in store for her.
Riley pulled his finger out and moved both of his hands to her waist. Never once did he stop kissing her neck and shoulders, for he wanted her to relax and not anticipate what he was about to do next.
Buffy felt like putty in his hands. She just wanted to melt into him and let him do what he pleased.
“Do you like how I get even?” He asked in a low growl.
“Ooh, yes.” She gasped as he nipped her earlobe. “I like, I like!”
“Then you’ll just *love* this!” He said, lifting her up by the waist and throwing her onto the bed. Laughing loudly, Riley grabbed her hands and using their belts, proceeded to tie her to the bedpost.
“Riley!” She yelled.
“Just collecting what you owe me from last Halloween.” He said laughing, as he tightened the belts around her wrists.
“Riley, this isn’t funny!” She protested in a slightly scared voice.
He stopped what he was doing and leaned down until they were face to face. “Do you trust me?” He asked as he traced the delicate line of her jaw with the tip of one finger.
“Y-Yes,” she replied a bit shakily. “Yes, I trust you,” she repeated and this time there was no fear in her voice.
“I just want to play with you a bit, baby. I won’t do anything that you don’t like and I promise to stop anytime you ask me to. We can even make up a ‘safety’ word, if you want.”
She shook her head. “No, that’s okay. I know that you’ll stop if I say so.”
He smiled at her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said, returning his smile.
Satisfied that she was truly okay with all of this, he sat up and moved down the bed, quickly divesting her of the rest of her clothing. He sat back on his heels, allowing his eyes a few moments to drink in the wholly beautiful sight of her naked, panting, and slightly flushed.
Hopping down off of the bed, he was pleased to see that a trunk had materialized. Opening it, he was delighted at what he found inside – a virtual treasure trove of sex toys. He rubbed his hands together and thought of all the fun that they were going to have.
After perusing the selection, he reached into the trunk, and extracted several items. He didn’t want Buffy to see what all he had, though, because he wanted to surprise her.
Keeping his back to her, he said, “Do me a favor, sweetheart? Close your eyes, please?”
“Why?” She asked, straining to see what he was doing.
“Because I asked you to, because you love me, and because you agreed to play with me.”
“Okay,” she replied, doing as he’d requested. “My eyes are closed.”
“No peeking,” he warned her as he turned around. Setting several things down on the mattress, he took a moment to strip off his clothing before climbing into bed.
Buffy could feel the mattress sink as Riley sat down at the foot of the bed below her feet. She heard him open several packages and slip out their contents.
Riley whistled softly as he pulled out the instruments for his game. He knew for sure that before the night was out she was going to be in the throes of passion, begging him to give her relief.
Buffy felt his hand wrap around her ankle and pull it toward one corner of the bed. She heard him attach a chain to the bed post then felt soft leather being wrapped around her ankle. She heard the click of a spring-loaded clasp, like on a leash, being closed on a metal ring attached to the leather wrapping. Buffy knew Riley was placing an ankle restraint on her.
Shifting his weight in the opposite direction, he performed the same procedure to restrain the other ankle.
She could feel the cool air kiss the insides of her thighs, sending shivers up her body. Either that or it was the excitement she felt from the anticipation of what he was going to do to her next. She didn’t have long to wait.
Getting up, Riley walked around to the side of the bed and again sat down beside her.
Buffy heard what sounded like a key being inserted into a lock and the lock being opened.
*What the Hell?*
Her imagination was running wild. He had just restrained her, so what else could he possibly do to show his dominance?
“Lift up your hips.” Riley instructed her, slipping a hand under her firm round ass to help elevate her.
“What?”
“You heard me…lift up your hips.”
Buffy did as she was told and felt something cold and metallic being clamped around her waist. It wasn’t very heavy, so whatever it was; it was made out of tin or aluminum. She felt something being lowered and clamped between her legs.
“Riley? What is that?”
“Just making sure that you stay mine.” He answered, looking down at the chastity belt. This was going to be the beginning of her sweet torture, because the belt was constructed with a clitoral massager, which would periodically vibrate. The impulses were timed to be slow enough so that they would stimulate, but not bring the wearer to climax, thus the basis of the torture.
Picking up two battery-operated nipple clamps, Riley placed some heating oil on the clamps and attached them to each of Buffy’s nipples. She gasped at the feel of the heat and pressure.
“Too tight?” Riley asked in a concerned voice.
Buffy shook her head no. “Just wasn’t expecting it is all.”
“You won’t be expecting this either.” He answered, turning each clamp on.
Buffy arched her back and groaned at the sensation of the heat and vibrations pressed against her hard, pebbled nipples.
“Oh God, Riley!!!”
“Or this.” He responded, turning the chastity belt on.
“Ahhhhh!” She exclaimed, as the first pulse passed through her soft folds.
Riley’s grin widened as he watched Buffy squirm around as each pulse performed its magic. She began to pull down on the belts wrapped around her wrists, due to and overwhelming and uncontrollable urge to touch herself and bring about some sort of relief.
Riley decided to add to her excitement. Crawling between her legs, he slipped his hands up under her hips and lifted her so that his head was now between her inner thighs, where he began to rain kisses up one thigh and down the other. Every so often, he would pause momentarily to suck lightly on the silky skin closest to the metal crotch of the chastity belt.
“Please, Riley, let me come.” Buffy pleaded, just knowing that he was probably grinning evilly while he was kissing, licking, and sucking on her skin.
“What’s your hurry, Buff? You’re not going anywhere. Xander and Willow aren’t here waiting for you to go out on patrol. Giles isn’t here, wanting you to train. There’s no apocalypse threatening to happen…. there’s…”
Downstairs, the kitchen door suddenly slammed shut with a bang.
“What the shit!?!” Riley exclaimed, stopping his ministrations suddenly and sitting up. He could hear someone walking across the floor and dumping what sounded like an armload of wood.
Jumping up from the bed, he grabbed his bathrobe from the hook on the bathroom door and slipped it on. Tying the robe shut around his body, Riley proceeded to investigate who the intruder was.
“Riley, don’t leave me like this.” Buffy begged from the bed, as the chastity belt and clamps pulsated against the sensitive parts of her body.
“I’ll be right back, Buff.” He promised, quickly glancing back at her as he closed the door to the bedroom.
Peering downstairs over the railing, he saw a figure bent over and stacking the logs into the grate of the fireplace.
“Maria, what are you doing here?” Riley demanded as he started descending the stairs. He realized that if Maria looked up while he was standing over her at the top of the landing, she could get a personalized view of his manhood and Buffy wouldn’t be the only one embarrassed at her appearance.
Arranging the last piece of wood into the grate, Maria stood up and turned around.
“I just thought you might like some more wood, the temperature outside is beginning to drop and I didn’t want you getting cold.”
Riley looked at the attractive dark haired girl standing before him. He had never noticed before, but she appeared familiar to him. Not that they had ever met before he came to the cabin, but there was something about her that reminded Riley of someone.
“How did you get in here, Maria? The kitchen door was locked.” Riley said, remembering clearly turning the lock himself.
Maria looked back at him, surprised that he didn’t know. Holding out her hand, she opened her palm to reveal a key.
“I used my key, of course.”
“How did you get a key?” Before Buffy’s arrival, Riley knew that Maria would walk into the cabin and clean up, often while his was in the shower. When it was just he here by himself, Riley didn’t mind, but now with Buffy here he didn’t want Maria invading their privacy.
“I’ve always had a key, Riley. It’s my cabin, or at least, my father’s cabin.”
Smiling at him, Maria turned to walk back through the kitchen, now that her self-directed chore was finished. “You must be very special person to my dad to be here, Riley. Only special people are allowed here. This is Dad’s most favorite place in the whole wide world.”
Riley was surprised. He had no clue as to why he was here. His waking up in this place had been as much of a wonder to him as it had been to Buffy.
He followed her into the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Maria, but I’m sure you’re wrong. I don’t know whom…”
“Yes, you do, Riley.” She answered, opening the door to walk out. Looking down at his hand, she answered him. “You’re wearing his ring.”
Riley was dumbfounded. Now he knew why she looked so familiar - he had seen her picture once when John had opened his wallet and it had fallen out by accident.
“Maria…” Riley said, grabbing her arm.
“Now you know why you’re here, Riley.” She replied, looking directly into his eyes. She didn’t need to say anything more, Riley understood.
“RILEY!!!” Buffy yelled from upstairs. “RILEY, HELP ME!!!”
“Oh shit, Buffy!!!” Riley gasped. “I forgot about her.”
Turning quickly, he ran back toward the stairs. “Hold on, sweetheart, I’m coming!”
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