No. No, no no, he cut himself off. It didn't count, right? It couldn't count. He'd been good, he'd stripped and obeyed and he didn't falter once.

And yet, Liam has a particularly good grip on his hair and Mike doesn't bother to hide the wince of pain, though he doesn't cry out.

...When did this whole thing start to feel good? He was scared. Frightened of Liam, always had been, but his senses were crosswired. Part of him, deep down, thought this entire thing was hot. He's terrified that Liam is going to kill him and dump his corpse into a ditch, but he looks up and licks his lips, throat suddenly dry.

"Sorry, sir," He apologizes right away, because there's something about looking up at the other that makes him feel small.