Liam had promised twenty. They were only halfway there, but it just wouldn't do if he went straight through. Halfway through, he realizes Mike is...adjusting. Settling. Even when he collapses and rights himself. He's behaving too well. Which means only one thing, Liam had seen it in the warehouse. His captive was disassociating, in a way. Not exactly giving in or giving up, but...mentally withdrawing. And Liam just couldn't have that.

"Look at you," he purred, running his hands over the angry, red marks across Mike's ass and thighs. "Just..." he he dragged in a slow breath, "...look." He slapped a hand hard across one cheek, but immediately returned to knead at it, not expecting Mike to count it. "You're doing so very well. Doing things you should do without even being told. Who knew a junkie could learn new tricks, huh?"

His fingers started teasing lower, dipping down between Mike's thighs. "Tell you what. You've been so good, well drop five of them. For good behavior. We'll only go to fifteen, hm?" Instead of giving Mike's cock a stroke, dragged his fingernail along the bottom ridge. Not quite scratching, but enough to be startling.