Ava followed his lead, moving along with him toward the edge of the bed and to the railing. Not long after being rid of her top and being bent over the banister, the commander left her to retrieve the cuff no doubt. With her hips raised in the air, accentuating the plush globes of her ass, she looked over her shoulder. As he approached her, she couldn’t help but admired the hard lines of his body, how he was sculpted to perfection. Even with all his scars, his form was appealing. He was branded by battle, and there was something so very alluring about it. It made him appear as lethal and as dangerous as he was. Her heart raced knowing all the ways he could possibly harm her with her hands cuffed, rendering her completely at his mercy. It was exhilarating, and the playful smack against her ass only added to the thrill. Ava expected him to begin then and there, to use his hand to brighten her cheeks and fill them with a warm pink hue. Instead he left her to retrieve something else.<br/><br/>Her green eyes watched with unhidden curiosity as he folded the handkerchief. When he put it over her eyes she smiled as the rest of her senses seemed to come to life in the absence of her ability to see. She could feel him behind her, but couldn’t anticipate where his hands would fall. At the feeling of his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties she tensed a bit, then relaxed as she welcomed him to remove them. Rather than feeling the delicate material fall to her feet, he paused to tell her exactly what would happen should she step out of her panties. And there was that undesirable option that usually accompanied his demands. “I understand,” she confirmed, allowing him to take them the rest of the way down.<br/><br/>A silence fell over the room, and a loud, abrupt crack caused her to jump. It was the distinct sound of leather, like a whip. Of course, she knew what they got from the store. She was left to assume that it was a belt and she was certain of it as he dragged the leather down the curve of spine to the small of her back. Ava was almost quivering as waited for the inevitable. She didn’t have to wait long. After the first strike, she moaned as if relieved to finally feel the sting against her flesh. Those sharp sensations kept coming, one after another and she relished each one. The tingly prickly feeling was so good that it was difficult to hold still. Though she was cognizant of her panties inching down her ankles the more she shifted and squirmed, she couldn’t help it. Ava tried to adjust the lacy material on her ankles, but the crack of the belt against her reddened flesh always made her lose focus.<br/><br/>“Fuck,” she breathed, partially overwhelmed with pleasure and pain and partially discouraged to feel her panties on her feet now.