Liam didn't break the kiss as he reached up to take Mike by the wrist. His fingers dug into those delicate tendons, through the rough canvas, as he forced the man's hand away. As he did, he dragged his teeth over Mike's lower lip. Gentle at first, but with increasing pressure until he was just shy of bruising his captive.

Still gripping Mike's wrist, he spoke right against his lips. "You are still incapable of retaining your lesson, even in the middle of your punishment for your last infraction." His eyes were cold again as he leaned back.

Using far more force than was necessary, he shoved that offending arm through the strap, his arms crossed over his stomach. Liam started yanking and tugging the ends of the sleeves, as if he didn't care if he accidently hurt Mike in the process. "I should have known," he said with a sigh. "Using such misleading words to distract me from a very important lesson."