“Yeah?”
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nbsp; “Yep.”
“If I was into girls I’d definitely go for your curvy body,” Reagan added. The tall blonde stood on her other side.
“Okay, wish me luck,” Tilly said nervously.
“Luck,” Tara said, blowing her a kiss. “Just go out there and have fun. Let yourself go and stop worrying about everything.” Tara knew her too well.
“I don’t believe in luck,” Reagan said. “You make your own luck, so go out there and get what you want.”
“All right, I’ll try.”
As she stepped into the main area of the club, she saw Dylan standing there, patiently waiting. A slow grin appeared on his face as he ran his gaze over her body. He held out a hand and she took hold, letting him pull her toward him. Leaning down, he kissed the curve of her neck.
Tilly shivered.
“You look sexy,” he whispered. “Of course, you’d look hot in a potato sack.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said. She held out the locker key to him. “Would you take care of this for me?”
He took the key. “Of course. Come,” he commanded and moved through the club. She followed him, her hand held tightly in his. She was uncomfortably aware of everyone staring at them. By the time Dylan came to a stop, she was feeling tense and embarrassed.
As soon as Dylan turned towards Tilly he knew something was wrong. Her shoulders were hunched and her face held a guarded look. Over the last week, she had really opened up to him. He’d made certain to touch base with her at least once a day. What the hell had happened in the last five minutes to make her shut down on him?
He gazed around the room and noticed how many people were watching them. Nosy bastards. Unless he could get her to trust in him enough to shut her brain off for a while he knew that tonight could end up disastrous.
Dylan swept her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. She felt stiff and uncertain, but gradually relaxed against him. He pulled back and cupped her face.
“I want all your attention on me tonight. Can you do that for me, Tilly?”
She blinked and studied him for a long moment then she took a deep breath. “I can try.”
Dylan ran his thumb over her cheek. “They’re only staring because you look so hot.” He drew his hand down over her shoulders to where the top of her breasts were pushed up and over the corset. She shivered as he caressed her skin with his thumb. He rested his other hand on her hip, holding her steady.
“They’re nosy.”
His lips twitched. “That too.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispered, getting to the heart of things.
“The only way you could disappoint me is if you shut me out. Do you still want to do this?” He hoped he wasn’t wrong to give her a choice, but this had to be up to her.
“Yes.”
His heart skipped a beat in relief.
“We’ll operate on a traffic light system, okay?”
Her shoulders relaxed as she nodded gratefully. They’d spoken last night about her hard and soft limits. He knew what was in the contract she’d signed when she’d joined the club, but he’d wanted to go over them to see if anything had changed.
“Then step back and raise your arms.” She stood under the chain that was secured to the ceiling and raised her arms. The soft leather cuffs attached to the end of the chain were fastened around her wrists.
“Spread your legs.” She widened her legs and he placed a spreader bar between them. He fastened the cuffs attached at each end of the spreader bar around her ankles.
“How are you?”