Submitting To The Dom: TPS Book 3 (Completed)

Chapter Thirty (The End)

(Here is the final chapter of Shawn and Leo's story! Please share your thoughts in the end. I always read them and use them to improve future stories. I do my best to hear what you guys want and act on that.)

"Are you sure this looks acceptable, Leo?" Shawn was clearly stressing as he pulled at the shirt he wore. He was currently in a pair of blue jeans and a plaid shirt. His hair was still a hot mess, and he was turning in the mirror to test how he looked.

"Shawn, my beautiful, wonderful darling, you have changed your outfit four different times. Why are you so stressed out?" Leo let out a low sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Shawn hesitated, chewing his lip before he let out a huff.

"I can't look like I am going to cause trouble, Leo. I need to... I need to look perfect." Shawn whispered the words, pulling at the shirt once more. Leo frowned, though he approached him, his arms winding around his waist.

"You always look perfect." Leo murmured, noting how Shawn slowly leaned back into his arms.

"The leather jacket made me look like I was going to cause trouble. The other shirt was one I wore on a date with Victor before. The shorts were too casual. This one is just -"

"Perfect." Leo repeated the single word firmly, pressing his lips to his cheek.

"No, it's not -"

"Then allow me to make this simple, doll. As your dom, I am instructing you to wear this outfit. No more changing. Now, get your pretty ass into that bathroom before we are late for your meeting with Mike." Leo grunted lowly, earning a glower from Shawn.

"Max." Shawn grunted out, enjoying the look of irritation and amusement Leo gave him. Any time he spoke Max's name, he got it wrong. It was beginning to remind Shawn of 'Robitussin' from Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part II.

"Don't be rude." Leo pinched his ass before giving him a soft pat on the ass.
"Go." Shawn obeyed, letting out a quiet laugh as he went to the bathroom. He quickly styled his hair before making his way to the bedroom, sitting on the bed to pull his shoes on. Leo pulled on his leather jacket, approaching Shawn to cup his cheeks in his hands. A soft kiss was pressed to the top of Shawn's head before Leo took his hands in his and pulled him to his feet.

"Let's go." Leo took his hand in his, guiding him out to Shawn's car before the male could even begin to think of arguing so he could change again.

"Who is driving?" Shawn grunted, earning an amused look from Leo.

"I thought that you do not like other people driving your car?" Leo mused, earning a huff of breath.

"Yes, but I trust you to drive it." Shawn stuck his tongue out before he got into the driver's seat, settling onto his seat before he pulled his seatbelt on. Leo seemed pleased by his words, taking Shawn's hand in his to squeeze it. He enjoyed knowing Shawn trusted him in what seemed to be every way he could. He, very obviously, trusted him in the bedroom. He trusted him to provide his aftercare, to drive his car, to meet his old cell mate that he appeared to be close with, and to keep him in check.

"How is your neck?" Leo murmured as Shawn drove. Shawn's hand came up to brush his fingers along the light bruise on his neck before he let out a quiet laugh, shrugging.

"It is fine. Just a little bruised."

"I'm sorry." Leo squeezed his hand, though there was no ignoring Shawn's eye roll.

"You like it." He huffed out as Leo's fingers brushed softly along his wrists which also held slight marks from the cuffs.

"I do." Leo agreed, not bothering to hide his small smirk. He enjoyed being able to leave marks on Shawn, though he had to admit that he disliked having left more visible marks on his neck. He should have found a way to pad his neck against the rope.