More than anything

Once he's finished with the cuffs, that leaves her hands free for whatever subtle mischief she can devise. "Hmm. Like this one, you mean?" she asks, curling two fingers between his trousers and the belt he's currently wearing. She pulls gently, encouraging him closer, then smiles, sweet and ostensibly innocent. "Perhaps we should see how it looks." Which is all the excuse (or preamble) she needs to justify slowly unbuckling it, keeping her gaze on his face as she loosens and then removes it entirely.