He watched her, sprawled, brazen and naked. After a moment, he raised one hand and undid the button on his shirt front, peeling his shirt off and letting it drop. There, now they were both naked. It wasn't something he did very often, more inclined to leave himself as clothed as possible while his victims were sprawled naked before him. But this was a special circumstance. She was special. He smiled down at her as he advanced, finally kneeling down on the hard metal so they were face to face.<br/><br/>The belt, still held loosely in his off-hand, traced up her legs and between her thighs as he caught the back of her neck again, staring deeply into her eyes. Then it snapped out and caught her across the belly with a sharp crack sound, leaving a welt. He flicked it backwards with expertise and slapped it across her thigh with rough force. He never looked away from her as he hit her, his expression almost blank except for that little smile, so pleased by the sounds, by her. He dropped the belt between her legs again and leaned in to kiss her with sudden force, the leather teasing, brushing against her body.<br/><br/>He pulled back from the kiss and laughed softly, kissing her on the forehead. "You are learning, Sommer," he whispered. "You are learning so well. I'm so proud of you."