Liam lingered, letting hot breath fall over the wet streak he'd left. Two fingers teasing over the underside of Mike's cock. Waiting. For one breath. Two. Three. Listening. Giving Mike a chance to collapse or beg. But he didn't. Liam could feel him shaking, trembling from the war that must be waging in his mind between pain and pleasure, terror and the promise of a reward.

He was both pleased and disappointment when Mike didn't give in. Oh what he wouldn't give for an excuse to make it worse, but he couldn't break Mike if he just went for it anyway. He had to keep that notion of hope alive, no matter how futile it really was. Because the "reward" he had in mind wasn't exactly a benefit to Mike.

With nothing more than a soft sound of approval, he he stood back up. And just as quickly, he snapped the cane down again. Just as hard as the last one, a little lower this time.