“You’re jokin’ me..” Simon drawled as you tightened a collar around his neck, a beautiful black leather collar with silver grommets and clasps, and a silver name tag with his name signed into it; ‘Ghost.’

You shake your head. “No joke, baby. Now what’re you doing on your feet? Puppies stay on their knees.”

Ghost stood for a moment longer before he dropped to his knees, a hint of reluctance behind his tone. “… Bloody hell…”