Liam stopped, hand on the button of his jeans. It wasn't what Mike said this time, it was what he neglected to say. He was more than happy to move this along, but his little captive couldn't seem to control his mouth.

His hand left his jeans, grabbing a fistful of Mike's unruly locks. He dragged Mike's head back, staring down at him. He no longer looked angry. He didn't even look disappointed. He just looked completely and utterly fed up. That was also reflected in his voice. "If you continue to neglect addressing me as Sir, I'll give you that little...gift right now and force you to endure it until tomorrow."

But now that he'd seized on the idea, he was just looking for an excuse. He'd been looking for one for a while for this particular torment. The idea of Mike going out in the world, still completely and physically owned. Forced to return just to achieve some measure of relief, or else facing dire consequences. But it was severe enough that Mike had yet to actually reach the threshold of misbehavior to warrant it.

"You've avoided the need for any sort of cage until now. You don't want to change that by being careless, do you?"