He took his card back when Jasper returned with a breakfast sandwich and orange juice. “Jasper.”
Jasper sighed and jammed his straw into the juice carton. “I know. I’m sorry, okay? I know I was a dick.”
“I’m not the one you need to say that to. I’m more interested in why.”
Jasper shrugged, tearing off a bite of his sandwich without eating it. “I wanted to get your coffee, even though our coffee sucks. I know it’s stupid—”
“It’s not stupid,” Vincent said firmly. “It was stupid to act like a dick about it. You’re my sub, Jas. It’s okay if you don’t want others serving me.”
“Really? It feels stupid to get mad over something like that.”
Vincent considered that a moment. “Are you more upset that I was served by someone else, or that it was Terrance who gave me the coffee?”
Jasper opened his mouth to respond, but closed it a second later. He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed in silence. “That it was him, I guess,” he finally said.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I know he and Amber are happy together, and he’s not gay. But you have history with them, and you barely know me.”
“I did know them in college, but that has nothing to do with the relationship I have with you. I know you well enough. Enough to extend our contract.” He reached out to press a finger beneath Jasper’s chin and turned his face enough to look at him directly. “You’re mine as much as I am yours, pet, so if you want to keep service between us, we can.”
Jasper swallowed, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “Okay,” he finally said.
“Okay?”
He tilted his head into Vincent’s hand. “I don’t want others serving you, but I think I’d be okay with you doing scenes at the club, so long as there’s no fucking.”
Vincent studied him in surprise at the distinction. “All right,” he replied slowly. “That’s something we can discuss later.”
Jasper nodded and finished his breakfast as Vincent drove to the campus.
“Just to be clear, this is something that I would discipline you for.”
“Are you going to punish me for it?” Jasper asked softly.
“Discipline, not punish. And should I?”
“I guess?” Jasper finished his sandwich and crumpled the wrapper into a tiny ball. He drank the rest of his juice until the straw gurgled on air.
“Why don’t you consider it and let me know this weekend, and what kind of discipline you think would be appropriate.”
Jasper made a face, his brow furrowed as he glanced at Vincent. “You’re going to let me decide the punishment?”
“Yes.”
“What if I say a blowjob makes it all better?”
Vincent shot him an exasperated look and pulled onto campus. “Discipline is nonsexual.”
Jasper scoffed. “Says who?”
“Says me.” Vincent followed where Jasper pointed and parked near the building he needed for class. “Discipline is not punishment, pet. My punishments are for things like being a brat, or deliberately refusing to do as told without safewording. They’re another level of play. Discipline is for disrespect, to correct behavior. It will never be sexual,” he said firmly. “Understand?”
Jasper gave a jerky nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He grasped Jasper’s chin again and coaxed his head up. “I’m not angry with you. You made a mistake, and you’ll correct it, and we’ll move on. Nothing has changed, and I will still work on the new contract for you.”
Jasper blinked rapidly and let out a shaky breath. “Thank you, Sir.”
