They’d practiced with Gabe on the leash, a few steps behind, the perfect dip in the chain to indicate that Gabe was property, but there because he wanted to be. Every time Gabe swallowed, he could feel the comforting press of the plush-lined collar. The leash was magnetic, with a golden chain. The handle that Sir let dangle almost carelessly from one hand was wrapped in matching leather.
Sir was dressed to the nines, as he was for his most important cases, in a sharp, tailored suit. Gabe was wearing…significantly less. A custom made leather chest harness, with his chest bare. Black vinyl short shorts that could be removed via zippers up the sides. And tight-fitting, calf-high polished black boots with two inches of black platform, because Gabe apparently wasn’t tall enough already.
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