If it had not been for that tone, Liam may have let it slide with nothing more than a warning. But he could not ignore the defiance with which Mike addressed him. He pulled up a little more on the belt and leaned just a little closer. Their faces were inches apart. That anger seemed to cool, his gaze becoming hard as steel.
"You know better than to act without asking for permission. Especially when you've been told to use nothing but your mouth."
He stood up straight again, still gripping the belt hard. "It seems a lesson is in order. One to help your hands behave."
Turning on his heel, he dragged Mike as he headed for the stairs. He started running through what he had stashed up there. He doubted Mike was flexible enough for a reverse prayer tie, though that would be the most effective lesson. But rope may not be enough. This called for other materials. Mitts, perhaps? No, more secure. Could the arm binder accommodate those biceps? As he reached the top of the stairs, he already knew what needed to be used. Something he'd been saving for a special occasion, and this seemed to be the right time.
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"You know better than to act without asking for permission. Especially when you've been told to use nothing but your mouth."
He stood up straight again, still gripping the belt hard. "It seems a lesson is in order. One to help your hands behave."
Turning on his heel, he dragged Mike as he headed for the stairs. He started running through what he had stashed up there. He doubted Mike was flexible enough for a reverse prayer tie, though that would be the most effective lesson. But rope may not be enough. This called for other materials. Mitts, perhaps? No, more secure. Could the arm binder accommodate those biceps? As he reached the top of the stairs, he already knew what needed to be used. Something he'd been saving for a special occasion, and this seemed to be the right time.