Submitting To The Dom: TPS Book 3 (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Shawn found himself admiring the new collar he wore as Leo blow dried his hair and brushed through it with a hairbrush.

"Do you like it?" Leo murmured lowly, smiling at him in the mirror. His kind gaze had Shawn biting back a smile, nodding as his fingers briefly brushed over the metal.

"Why did you decide to replace it?"

"We are no longer in a timed contract. I wanted a new collar for you. To...symbolize new beginnings, I suppose." Leo explained lowly. Shawn nodded the tiniest bit, doing his best to hide the grin that wanted to break loose on his face. He could not deny that he adored the part of Leo that viewed him as his. Just as much as he adored that side, he also enjoyed how Leo considered him as a person, considered what he needed. The idea of a fresh start was relieving. He found himself leaning back into Leo, his eyes fluttering closed as a quiet sigh fell from him.

"Thank you."

"Do you feel okay?" Leo's voice was soft as he sat the hair dryer down, though he continued to gently run his fingers through Shawn's hair. Shawn gave an easy nod, opening his eyes to stare up at him.

"Can we do something today? Like... could we maybe go on a date?" His tone was soft; he felt almost nervous to ask Leo. He had not been on a real date since he and Victor had been together. More than that, it had been many years since he tried dating someone knew.

"A date?" Leo's tone sounded curious as Shawn's head rested back on his abdomen.
"Is this your way of asking me out, doll?"

"M-Maybe. Look, I am a little rusty. I haven't had to do it in a long time." Shawn huffed out a breath, earning a laugh from Leo before a kiss was pressed to his head.

"Of course, I will go on a date with you, but you need to plan it. After all, you are the one asking me." The smirk on Leo's features made it plenty clear that he was toying with Shawn, testing him even.

"Fine." Shawn shot back at him, rolling his eyes as though he wore unimpressed.
"Just make sure you look decent. I don't want you looking like you should be on the streets." His words were intended to irritate Leo, and they seemed to do just that. Leo grasped firmly to his hair, tugging his head back before he raised a brow at him.

"You talk so much. I am beginning to think I should keep your mouth busy more often." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly.
"I do have plenty of gags better suited for that purpose. Should we test them out?"

"No." Shawn's cheeks flushed, and he quickly shook his head. He did not know if he could handle any more of Leo's toys. Between his urethral sounding and his desire to fist Shawn, he did not know if he could handle it. Leo only smirked wickedly at him before he captured Shawn's lips with his own, nipping the skin punishingly.

"I heard you schedule a meeting with Jessie at four thirty. Are you prepared?"

"Not really." Shawn admitted lowly as he stood, pulling on a pair of pants.
"I suppose I have a lot more to talk about this time." He snorted, grinning at Leo, who scowled, flicking his head.

"That it not a good thing." He scolded him, though Shawn only grinned. He clearly found some amusement in toying with Leo, enjoying his reaction to his teasing.

"What will we do until four thirty?" Shawn asked softly. Leo's lips twisted into a smirk, and he scowled, lightly shoving him.

"Get your head out the gutter." He scolded, earning a quiet laugh before his hand was grabbed. Shawn found his eyes darting down to the touch as he was dragged away to the kitchen.

"Let me cook you something before anything else." Leo suggested as he motioned Shawn to the chair. Shawn nodded and moved to sit, releasing a deep sigh as he did so. Leo took the time to allow his eyes to drift over Shawn's body before a smirk twisted his lips. Shawn certainly looked beautiful with his marks on his body. He had briefly noticed them in the bedroom, the bruises on his hips and wrists, the bite marks along many parts of his skin. Shawn hardly seemed to take notice, leaning back in the chair to run a hand through his hair.