Hazel St. James - Fighting For You (Redemption#1)[ Read Free Page A

he is capable of this Chris, and so I will work with him for the rest of the afternoon. I think you have a scene to set up for tonight, is that right?”
    “Yeah, I do. Tristan, I think Dominic is right. You are capable of doing a whip scene, and if you both want to do this, then I won’t stop you. It would still be beneficial to wait at least a week or two before doing something that intense. We could work on something more middle of the road, like wax play, or maybe the TENS pad…”
    Tristan stopped Chris with a hand on the man’s shoulder. “I appreciate your concern, but can we see how the afternoon goes before we rule it out?”
    Chris stared off into space for a moment, obviously deep in thought. Tristan was just about to pull out something else to work with, when Chris surprised him by nodding in agreement. “All right, Tristan. You get through this scene with Valerie tonight and I will gladly work with you next week on some other things. Maybe I can find someone to do a demonstration scene for the club that coincides with some more things that you may find…appealing.”
    “Sounds good, Chris. Thank you. Dominic…ready?”
    Dominic was standing by them both, completely lost in his own train of thought. Tristan must have startled him when he said his name, for he noticeably jumped at the word.
    “Err, yes. Tristan, let me get some targets from the office for you to practice on. I’ll meet you over at the whip play station, over there,” Dominic pointed over Tristan’s shoulder to the south side of the building. “Chris, thanks for your help. I can handle it from here.”
    For the next two hours, Dominic worked with Tristan on first being able to track the motion of the whip as it hit a piece of cloth hanging from a clothesline. Then they moved on to matching the placement of the strikes from the whip to the appropriate area on a boxing punching bag. Dominic dipped the end of the whip in chalk so that Tristan could see where he was landing the strikes. Since the whip scene Tristan was practicing for was not intended to cut the skin, he mainly needed to master the placement of the strikes and then gauge the distance so that he didn’t wrap the whip around his submissive, rather than just flicker at her skin.
    When Dominic finally said “Enough,” Tristan’s arms were burning from the strenuous arm movements it required to move the eight-foot whip in the perfect strike pattern. Sweat was pouring down his forehead, and he was panting.
    “Very good, Tristan. Let’s take a break for a while. I would really like for you to feel the whip on your own skin a few times before I release you to run a scene on your own. Valerie is a very well trained submissive and won’t give you any problems, but she is also a masochist and loves the bite of the whip. You need to feel what the different types of strikes feel like, so you can give her what she needs. Will you allow me to restrain you and show you what the different variations feel like?”
    The word restrained was conjuring up all sorts of images in Tristan’s mind and none of them were pleasant, in any way. “Fuck no, man,” Tristan practically laughed at the man. There was no way that he was going to willingly be strapped down and beat, by a man no less. But, by the way Dominic immediately raised his eyebrows and was staring at Tristan like he had grown horns, he knew that he’d just fucked up. Dominic was just opening his mouth to argue when Tristan quickly spoke over him, “I mean, no restraints. I think I can handle myself enough to be able to stand still. I don’t need a break; let’s get to it. We only have an hour left before the club opens, and I need to shower before we start. Don’t want my little pet to think I’m a stinky fucker.”
    Tristan slapped Dominic on the arm as he walked by him to the far end of the whip station. It was easy enough to know where to stand, since there was a Saint Andrew’s cross at the end that was equipped with