In a healthy relationship similar to this, there would be far more than just safewords. Discussion of boundaries. Check-ins. Staying within the other's limits. Gently pushing those limits with slow and steady guidance. Liam never really had the patience for that. Why guide gently when he could break completely and reshape the way he wanted? He could coax Mike toward being able to take more and more, or he could force it until Mike had no other choice but to take it. The shaking and tears that so often came with that method were so very worth it.

His hand flicked up, dragging rough fingers over Mike's needy shaft. Dragging over his balls. Tracing the tender skin behind before turning and roughly dragging across all of those angry red marks. Then all at once he pulled his hand away and snapped the cane across Mike's ass with enough force to draw small beads of blood. He paused, fully expecting to hear the number twelve from Mike's lips.