Liam's hand shifted, moving back up over one cheek, kneading at it gently. He let out a soft, contemplative sound as he ran his thumb over the welt. He could keep going with the crop, but there was so much more he could be doing. While the slow approach was sometimes good, as it had been at the warehouse, now was not the time to slowly wear away at Mike's defenses. He wanted the junkie as completely undone as possible in as short of time as possible. They were getting there, but he needed to make it clear just how much he was the one in control here.

"I think..." he said finally, dragging the tip of the crop over the other end of the red mark. "...we need something different." He stepped away and went to the closet again. It didn't take long for him to decide, making a soft pleased sort of hand as he extracted it. He doubted Mike would be ready for something as brutal as a whip, and some of the ones Liam had would do far more damage than they needed here today.

"I hope you've not lost count," was all he said as he got back into position. He doubted Mike could forget that there'd only been one strike so far, but there was no telling with junkies. He took his time ensuring he got just the right angle before bringing the cane down hard across Mike's ass. A strike meant for true pain, nothing held back.