"There we go," Liam said, sounding incredibly pleased with himself. Once again, his hand ran over the mark he'd left, savoring Mike's reaction. The way he'd jerked and growled and the way his toes curled. He drew in a deep breath, slowly replaying it in his mind. They would do it again and and again, but nothing would quite capture everything about that first strike. The shock and surprise it caused, the way everything clenched afterward.

He could keep going without hesitation, sure. But the lesson would not be properly cemented if it was nothing but relentless pain. That was a lesson he enjoyed teaching, but it was something that needed to be saved for when Mike truly fucked up. But there would be no straight jacket involved, and they would not be in a bedroom. So that firm hand moved down between Mike's legs, delivering what he'd teased at earlier. It wasn't just a teasing touch, either. It was a good, proper stroke of the man's cock. And another. But two was all he got before he pulled his hand back to deliver another strike. And pausing just long enough for Mike to speak, another right behind it.