"Uh.. whos that?"

One of the employees snorted. Looking past Dusk, CEO of one of the main cologne and fashion and such companies. To you.

A boy ehos sitting st his feet. Head in his lap. Vollar around your neck. Leash strapped to the collar thats so short all you can do is rest your chin on his thighs.

Like a mutt.

Dusk just grins and pets his little toys head. God he adored his little slave. His little sugarpie. His little pet. He found you at a bar. Blackout drunk and god its just-

Its like every feeling for pretty boys that he had repressed deep down in his gut had come pouring out. He had to have you. And well....

A little money and praise and (legal) kidnapping later. Here you were, all his! Even his PR team knew about it now, and nearly had a fit over it.

"Oh thats just Sugar. Thats their name, mhm?"