Chapter 23: Dinner With Him
Baron
“Justine as far as I remember, Grayson didn't go the usual way either and he wasn't the first one to bring someone into the lifestyle.” I accused him
“Or are you just bitter because you might not get to use this new submissive?” I added it as an afterthought.
Justine is well known for testing as many new recruits as he can and as long as they are willing of course.
“I might still get a taste of him at some point.” He replied cheekily.
“But more seriously, Baron. Things are different for Grayson.”
“They were not that much different, Justine.”
“Just don't fuck this up, Baron. If anything has to happen between Jasper and you, it will happen in its own time. The boy has only just started his training, he is not ready. How didn't it go on Friday by the way?” He asked, since we didn't have time to debrief that day.
“Very well, he is progressing much faster than I thought. He just needs a bit more practice.”
“Have you started to teach him patience?” He asked in a smug tone.
“No, I was planning that for next week.”
“Do you want me to take care of that part?”
“Why would I let you do that?” I asked skeptically. I can't see his point in taking over the training.
“It seems like you don't remember what patience is at the moment.” He replied with heavy sarcasm.
“Screw you, Justine. It is not a matter of patience, I can deal with that.” I argued.
“It is up to you, anyway. I will text you his address and phone number in a minute.”
“Thank you,”
“Are you going to the club after dinner?” He asked.
“I don't know yet, it depends on how late we finished.”
“Okay, have a good evening then and Baron…”
“Yes?”
“Take it easy, alright?”
“Sure, I will.” I hung up the call and walked back into the bathroom where I enjoyed a long and barely warm shower and relaxed.
Deep down, I know he has a point, I shouldn't take things so fast. Jasper isn't used to the lifestyle yet, and has a difficult character at that but I can't help the feeling that something good might come out of it. I will give him time, I won't pressure him but I need to have him around me. Once I was done with my shower, I walked back to my room and checked my phone. Justine has sent me his address and phone number so I decided to send him a quick text.
'Be ready at eight, casual dress will be fine.’
After a long call with my mother, I got to my walk-in closet and chose a nice pair of fitted jeans and a t-shirt. A matching jacket, I heard my phone buzzing, indicating incoming text messages. I looked at the screen and it was from Jasper.
'I am ready, sir. Waiting for you.’
I sent him a message over an hour, he will have to learn to respond faster. He is lucky he is not mine yet, he would earn a nice spanking for that. I was tempted to send him another text, but I decided against it and quickly got ready. At seven-fifty, I parked my car in front of his small building and stepped out to go and wait for him on the passenger side. I leaned on the door of the car, but after only a minute, I saw him walk out of the building. He was wearing tight blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black jacket. As he looked in my direction, I gave him an encouraging smile, opening the door for him.
“Hi, Jasper. How are you?”
“I am fine, thank you, sir. And you?”
“I am good.”
I gestured for him to sit down in the car and closed the door. Then I walked around to the driver's seat. Once we are ready, I pull into the traffic and head for our destination.
“Where are we going?” He asked.
“I am taking you to one of my restaurants. It is called Kadosh Cinemas.”
“Kadosh Cinemas?” He repeated, trying to imitate my pronunciation.
“The name is foreign.” I added with a smile.
“Can you speak foreign language?”
“I studied abroad for nearly four years.”
“That is why you gave your restaurant a foreign name.”
“Yes, because we serve foreign dishes there.” I muttered.
“I hope the menu is not in foreign language.” He said, making me chuckle.
“It is but it is also translated in English, don't worry.”
The ride didn't take long and soon we parked in front of the restaurant. I handed my keys to the valet and reached for his elbow to lead him to the entrance of the restaurant.
“Good evening, Mr Cooper. The private dining room is ready, sir.” The wiater welcomed us with such a caustic tone I could almost slap the back of his head.
We followed to the back of the restaurant and walked into the small private room I had looked for because I wanted him to be at ease once we started talking seriously. The room is decorated in red and blue shades. We both took a seat as the waiter brought us two flutes of champagne and the menu. We spend about ten minutes reviewing the leaflet and making our choice of food.
While we wait for our food, I ask him about his childhood and learn that it was not exactly a happy one. He never suffered from physical abuses of any sort, but his parents had a hard time handling him as a hyperactive child. I am not really surprised regarding his hyperactivity, from all I have seen so far, concentrating and keeping still are not easy for him. But I am sure submission could help him in this field.
He confessed he was a difficult child at school and that despite the medication he took to fight against hyperactivity, he never found his place among his classmates, nor any interest in what he was being taught.
“When I met Logan in college, things changed a little. He was bullied by bigger guys and even though I was a difficult teenager myself, I always refused to let violence rule my life. I couldn't stand injustice, so I sort of served as a shield for Logan.” He said with a lot of emotion.
“You see, I wasn't really a bad guy, I just didn't know what I wanted to do with my life.” He added, shrugging his shoulders.
“I wasn't getting any support from my parents anymore, and Logan became some kind of anchor for me. I felt like I needed to protect him as a little brother, although we are the same age. That is why I stayed in college almost until the end of last year.”
“Why did you drop off just before the end of the year?” I asked curiously.
“Well, I was missing a lot of credit to begin with and I guess it was another fit of rebellion.” He replied, blushing a bit.
“I had promised Logan I would stay until graduation, even if I didn't like it. But a couple of weeks before the finals, Logan and I had a stupid argument. I don't even remember what it was about exactly, it was silly but I thought I would piss him off if I didn't sit the exams. So I didn't.”
“It wasn't silly,” I muttered, glowering at him.
“It was stupid, completely puerile and pointless.”
“I know,” he admitted in a whisper, dropping his gaze.
“But I don't need an umpteenth lecture.” He whispered.
“I won't give you a lecture for now, but honestly, I think you do need another one.”
Now is not the time however, our food are served and we continue to talk about his relationship with Logan and how his friend offered him to move in together on the condition that he would have to find a job to pay his part of the rent. Without a proper education or rather training, it was hard to find something really interesting with a decent paycheck and he only found jobs with short term contracts. As our dessert arrived, he tried to turn the conversation into a different way. He wanted to know about my youth, how it was to study abroad and how I managed to open four restaurants in so little time. So, I explained I was raised in a kitchen and that I have always loved cooking, experimenting with recipes and had a lot of ambition. He had just finished his chocolate cake, and I can see he was struggling with his mind.
“Can I ask you a question?” He eventually asks, shyly.
“Sure,”
“What is it like to have a dominant? What does it exactly imply?”
“Hasn't Logan told you about it?”
“Yes, a bit but I would like to hear various points of view.”
“Regarding your first question, I would like you to discuss with other submissives. Like we told you the other day, they will be able to tell you how they feel about it in a much better way than if I do. This is part of your training anyway, next week I will arrange for a submissive to attend one of your sessions.”