Hazel St. James - Fighting For You (Redemption#1)[ (2 page)

The only thing that seemed to be less than perfect for the twenty four year old, was his lackluster encounters with the opposite sex. There were countless women that he had banged recently, but none of them even left a tiny bit of memory on him. He’d even experimented with tying up a few of the more willing women and issuing a few spankings here and there. At first, Tristan just assumed that they were all lackluster fucks and he needed to be a bit choosier with his selection of ass that he brought home.

But after the three way with two ultra-hot and horny blondes, Tristan thought that possibly he was wired to need something more than just your average up against the wall, get them primed, make ‘em scream sex that he was used to. So after a frank discussion with his Uncle Morgan over a few beers, his drunken lips spilled this revelation to his uncle. With a shit-eating grin on his face, he offered to get him “inside” Club Red and experience a different level of power play.

Tristan continued to stare Chris down and calmly told him, “I don’t think it is necessary for me to go through months and months of training, when I have already participated in this stuff, just not full-time in a club. If this initiation session works out well for both of us, then I’ll go through the full training program. Work for you?”

Tristan didn’t want to actually take the training program, but he could see from the set to Chris’ jaw that he was not going to win that battle with him, and he needed another ally in order to proceed. As a gesture of good faith, Tristan held out his hand for Chris, and the man reluctantly gave him a quick handshake.

“Fine. Just so you know, I’m completely against this. But, I trust Dominic’s judgment, so we are doing this anyway.”

Tristan gave him a curt nod. “So noted.”

Chris led them around the club for the next two hours, showing Tristan each of the “play” stations and went through in great detail the different pieces of equipment and toys that each station stocked as well as took him to the upper floor to show him the private play rooms. Most of the information was repetitive and Tristan was having a hard time concentrating with the condescending way that Chris showed him how each and every little thing in the rooms worked. There were many times that he had to stifle a yawn or two and even shake his head a little to stay with the tutelage.

“You both agree that it would be best for Tristan to do a scene with Valerie in one of the public rooms on the main floor, correct?”

Dominic nodded in agreement, and Tristan just looked at them both puzzled. He wanted to ask the pair if the BDSM community was a bunch of gawkers and preferred everyone to “play” in public, but knew that these two took this shit serious. He’d just gotten on their good sides and didn’t want to fuck that up again.

“Well, I would suggest a simple spanking scene with Valerie. She can handle quite a bit, but I’m sure we could find a way to keep her on her toes without a whip, or even a flogger.”

Tristan hadn’t listened to a lot of the drone crap that Chris had told him as they went from room to room, but he did explicitly pay attention when they talked about the basis of BDSM and the fine line between pain and pleasure. Tristan was more interested in the pleasure aspect, but if he needed to add in more pain than just a simple hand spanking to get that ultimate endorphin rush, then so be it.

“No, man. I’m a quick learner. We’ve got three more hours. All this stuff…” Tristan held up the small paddle that lay next to the restraints on the banquet table. “I got this. Can you show me a few more advanced things? See if I can do it before we throw away the possibility even?”

Chris looked over to Dominic, who was absent-mindedly staring off towards the staircase on the far right side of the room. “What do you think, Dominic? I would say no, but we’re playing by your rules for this one.”

Dominic’s face twisted when he heard his name and he snapped his attention back to the pair. Tristan could sense a serious amount of tension on the older man’s face, and his lips were pursed together tightly. He didn’t answer, nor did he even look like he heard what was said, so Chris repeated the question.

There was a pregnant pause, and then Dominic answered, “No matter what transpired beforehand that led you inside these walls, make no mistake, I will not let you harm anyone with your inexperience, is that clear?”

“Crystal, Dominic.” Tristan lifted the leather whip by the handle and slowly let it unfurl from its coil. He moved it from side to side a few times and felt not only the weight of the whip, but the raw power that came from the wielder. He’d been privy to a few licks from a switch by his Granny as he was growing up, but he’d never actually used anything like this in his life. Still, Tristan could feel the energy coursing from the length into the handle and then into his hand and arm.

Checking around him to make sure he had the room needed to throw a full arch, he mentally prepared himself to show Dominic and Chris that he was serious about this. Remembering the way that Indiana Jones used his bullwhip, Tristan raised it above his head and circled it wide around and back down. The eight foot coil unfurled and a sonic “crack” sounded when the air connected with the end of its length. Tristan was practically high from the feeling of his strength entering the whip and in turn, the energy reaching a peak at the end and exploding with a deafening sound. His body hummed and the reverberations continued to travel over his skin, bringing every nerve ending to life.

Tristan flicked the whip again, and a tablecloth nearby flipped up from the air whooshing by. The rush flooded his already endorphin filled body and he gave a wicked smile to no one in particular. His gaze landed on the white tablecloth that had just been fluttering about a moment ago, and he could see that the fabric was sliced perfectly in half. Tristan looked down at the whip in his hand, and the euphoria kept flowing through his veins.

There was never a time in Tristan’s life that he enjoyed cutting, hurting or maiming others. And that certainly wasn’t what was exciting him right now, either. What did excite him was the possibility of harnessing this power in a way that could mean a new level of sexual fulfillment.

Tristan knew without a shadow of a doubt now that he needed to do this. It was time to make it happen.

Chapter Two

“H
ave you used a whip before, Tristan?” Dominic asked with rounded eyes. Chris was watching with a similar look on his face, but his eyes were narrowed on him instead.

“No, just saw it used on television before. It actually seems pretty simple. Mind showing me the basics with this one, Dominic? I’m pretty sure that Chris here has already written me off as a dumbass kid that isn’t worth the air that I breathe.”

Tristan’s gaze went from Dominic to Chris in a millisecond, and the man was shooting daggers at him with his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck what your impression is of me. But I’m not a serial killer, a rapist, or a Jeffrey Dohmer wannabe. I don’t know what my long term plans are, but I’m not completely sure I’m staying in Colorado indefinitely. I know that there’s more to sex than just the physical and I want to figure it out, because I can just barely get off when I’m with the sexiest fucking chick out there.”

“I’m open-minded enough that I wanted to give this type of kink a try. But, like I said, I’m not certain of my future here, and I can’t do the two or three month training period. I told all this to Dominic. I think
you
need to work on your trust issues.”

Chris visibly snapped and his composure broke in two. He grabbed Tristan by his T-shirt and lifted him off the ground carrying him backwards. His back met the railing on the stairwell with a thud and Chris’ face contorted in rage. Tristan held onto Chris’ arms as he held him off the ground and resisted every urge that he had to lift his knee up into the other man’s balls. Maybe by getting everything out there, Tristan would know what his beef was with him, and he could smooth things over well enough to get on with this.

“It
is
because I trust that man explicitly that I’m here at all, you fucknut. Being in control of another human being is not like playing a game, and I don’t want to see anyone get hurt.”

Dominic was pulling the two men apart as he cursed, “Knock it off, you two. That’s enough!” His last words came out in a rush when he gave Chris’ arms a final tug and the two men separated.

“Tristan, his trust in me isn’t in question here. Chris is right to be upset with me for how this entire situation is being handled. I will take full responsibility from here on out, Chris. I’m sorry I brought you into this.”

Chris sagged forward, his shoulders rising and falling a few times, and then he pulled his head back up. There was no mistaking the pained look in his eyes, for Tristan had seen it far too many times before. Not recently, but the look was reminiscent of someone from his past.

“I know what it is like to hurt someone so badly that they never fully recover from it, Tristan. I trust Dominic with my own life, but I can’t seem to get over your cockiness towards this entire situation. There are a lot of guys out there that try to be posers in our world, just so that they can intentionally maim and injure people for kicks.”

Tristan could sense that he was losing this battle of wills, and needed to convince Chris that he wasn’t here to hurt anyone. He almost thought for a second about letting go of the whole scenario, but then he was back to square one, back in the same ole’ rut.

Taking a deep breath, Tristan blew it back out and measured his words carefully. “I fully understand where you are coming from, Chris. You take your position here very seriously, and for that I’m grateful.”

“I’ve always known that there is more out there for me, but was too scared to look for it. I was always the kid that wasn’t smart enough, good enough, or even strong enough to be taken seriously. I’ve lived in the shadows for so long, and I’m ready to walk out into the light. You don’t know me, and you don’t like me. I get it. But, damn it, I’m asking you…begging you…please, help me. I don’t have anyone that is willing to stand up for me; to vouch for me that I’m just looking for something more than what I have right now.”

The speech was given with every bit of emotion that Tristan could pull from inside himself and was full of half-truths, or Tristan’s version of the truth. First of all, he was never scared of anything; secondly, he was street smart, but not book smart and that was a damn-sight more than most people were. The rest was somewhat true, but begging for help was something that Tristan never did, unless it was absolutely necessary. And right now, it was beyond necessary if he didn’t want to get booted out on his ass.

The next words Tristan said with a stronger voice, “I would never intentionally hurt a woman, or anyone at all for that matter. This is about exploring my options, Chris. Please. Help me with this.” He stuck his hand out in a fist, waiting expectantly for a gesture that Chris was on the same page with him.

Chris gave him a return knuckle bump, with a tight smile on his face. “Deal, but you have to drop the attitude before I beat you with my fists.”

Tristan gave him a cool smile and said, “Deal. Would someone mind showing me more about the whip? I saw the way the tablecloth split and know that it is very dangerous. I think this is something I could handle really well, though.”

Chris twisted his head from side to side and gave Tristan a thoughtful look. Dominic was first to respond, however, and his words floored everyone in the room.

“I do think 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.”